"Ruffian ......" Chu Tao scolded with a smile, forced himself to hold up, light and shadow intertwined, hooking his gray-white face with sharp edges and corners, making him even more thin and haggard, "There are a lot of rumors on the street, right?"

For a moment, all the words he wanted to say suddenly dissipated, and he replied calmly: "On the surface, no one dares to talk nonsense. But you've only been closed for two days, and I've heard seven or eight private rumors in the Incense Pavilion. Most of them are Jiang Ye's people, and there are two or three Qi families. ”

Chu Tao shook his head contemptuously: "Some clowns will be very lonely if they don't grandstand in front of people. Don't bother with it-" Suddenly he felt that something was not quite right, and he smiled creepy, "Go to the Incense Pavilion?"

"No drinking!" Xie Junhe added impatiently.

"No, I mean, you're sitting in the Incense Pavilion. Those people must have thought that the Feather Chasing Sword Sect should not be a big deal. ”

"Let me smell the wine, I can't drink it, and my heart is itchy like a cat's paws?" complained a word, and then looked back at the pale tip of Chu Tao's eyebrows, knowing that his injury must be dull and irrepressible, and shook his head embarrassedly: "I'll go." ”

"There's no hurry. You let the people outside the door disperse. I'm fine. Tell the wind seniors that they must choose a day to visit. Tell Uncle Wang again, don't let Xue Hai and Wei Lan know about this - they are not like you, they can't hold their breath. ”

Xie Junhe walked around the door and came back. He hadn't forgotten the original intention of breaking in, but when he held back his words, when he saw Chu Tao's calm and calm energy, all the spearheads on the side of his mouth were bent and pointed away: "What else do you want me to do?"

Chu Tao looked at him, was silent for a long time, shook his head and smiled as if figuring out his thoughts: "Make me a cup of tea......

"Huh?"

Ignoring Xie Jun and his stunned appearance, he leaned on the edge of the couch and closed his eyes to recuperate.

touched the jars and jars on the shelf one by one and shook them over, only to find a tea can, grabbed a handful of tea leaves like a lot, threw them into the cup, boiled water, covered the lid and shook and smashed it onto the low table beside Chu Tao.

Chu Tao held the hot tea in one hand and spread it in front of him with the other: "Purple Jade Order?"

Xie Junhe carefully took out the warm purple jade order from his arms and handed it to his palm. Fingers touched his palm, and the bone-chilling cold retracted him like a lightning strike—Senior Liu's words echoed in his mind again, "You better rest!"

"It's okay, I'm idle. ”

Playing with the eagle's totem-shaped purple jade over and over again, a thin ray of sunlight was projected on the black and purple surface, refracting a light purple mist-like halo. The family emblem is all too familiar to him. Other than that, there is nothing unique.

Worries gradually tangled up in the face. Raising his glass and drinking, he unexpectedly choked violently and coughed suddenly, and immediately reflected a red in the cup. A streak of blood blooms in the cup, flips, flows, spreads. Green and red, so bright that it is heart-wrenching. The hand holding the cup also trembled. Xie Junhe hurriedly took the cup and put it on the low table along with the purple jade order, and then helped him lie down, deeply feeling that he would have to live for ten years if he looked at it more. I never thought that Chu Tao would be hurt to this extent. Is the mysterious Pear Blossom Sword really uncrackable?

In a trance, looking at the spread of blood stains in the white porcelain cup, I was almost startled: what kind of power actually made the red that had been freely scattered in the water gather on the edge in one direction again-Ziyu Ling, it was actually the direction of Ziyuling! There seemed to be a mana controlling the flow and accumulation of blood. Xie Junhe couldn't help but exclaim, and simply put the purple jade order into the cup.

An even more bizarre scene almost scared the two out of a cold sweat: the moment the purple jade Ling entered the water, the bright red blood in the cup was actually shrouded in a purple mist and gradually faded, and the jade in the black and purple chaos was also like a flowing breath, changing the faint pattern and color, and I was really worried that it would melt into the water at any time. But in an instant, the tea in that cup is heavy and green and clear, and you can see every dancing tea leaf very clearly, as if it is freshly brewed.

Chu Tao took out the purple jade, looked at the light, and smiled dismally: "Qinglian is born in Gudu, and the stone cliff pillow is blue." Against the cold and rain of Shuangzhou, the four stars move ......"

The purple jade order, which seemed to be spiritual, actually reflected four lines of poetry that people couldn't read in front of the light. Before Xie Junhe could react, the words reflected had quietly faded away.

Chu Tao finally lay on his back to the sky, silently stretched his eyebrows and stretched his arms, and under the relaxation, the purple jade in his hand had slipped to the ground unconsciously, and he didn't care. It seems that he has just experienced relief after a hard battle, and he is relieved, and a pleasant and intoxicating smile is curled into the corner of his eyes.

Xie Junhe still picked up the purple jade order in confusion and flipped it upside down, but the purple jade order completely returned to the silence before entering the water. It's almost suspicious that nothing has happened. He even pinched the back of his hand hard before he realized that it was not a dream. "Does this stone still have witchcraft?" he asked anxiously, and the smile on Chu Tao's face gradually dimmed, as if he was extremely weak.

"Prepare paper...... "Prepare the paper," he commanded with difficulty.

Xie Junhe ran to the desk, laying out the paper, grinding the ink, and was in a hurry. When he stopped, Chu Tao had regained some strength, propped himself up, and swayed towards the table. He refused Xie Junhe's support, stood in front of the table, lifted the thickest pen, stabilized his right hand that was trembling due to weakness, and hooked the corners of his mouth with a stubborn smile, painful, but not reluctant.

The tip of the pen is like a dragon walking like a snake, and the black ink falls calmly on the white wing-like paper, extending a thick stroke. Word by word, he completely recorded the twenty words on the purple jade order and spread them out on the cold stone floor. The wind blew the paper all over the room, like countless women in white dancing in the ink.

"Qinglian is born in the ancient crossing, and the stone cliff pillow is blue. Against the cold and rain of Shuangzhou, the four stars move ......" he muttered silently a few more times. Suddenly, seeing the wind blowing the pages, he ordered with a flash of inspiration: "Leave these words: Lotus, Gu, Cliff, Bi, Han, Zhou, Zhuan, Xing......"

Xie Junhe took the other words as he said, and he sat at the desk, facing the eight characters on the ground, silently pondering.

Time passed, and the sun shifted inch by inch on the earth.

He shook his head and sat down in front of the piano, his fingertips reverberating with a heartfelt sound. or lingering, and then sonorous to the ground in a flash, and like a soft voice in the blink of an eye. Xie Jun and Mu Ran stood for a full hour, and finally couldn't bear to run around the room, but they just couldn't wait for his orders, and rearranged the paper on the ground into square, round, angular and various formations, and still had no clues.

The moment the sound of the piano stopped, he almost jumped in front of Chu Tao: "Have an idea?"

Chu Tao raised his eyes, as if he had just remembered his existence, and smiled apologetically: "Burn these papers, and then, you go to the Ning Xiang Pavilion ......"

The black cloud of disappointment suddenly condensed on his face. But that's all there is to it.

The paper was thrown into the brazier, and suddenly the whole room brightened for a moment, and then it was dark, and the secret of Ziyuling was also silent in this gloom. Xie Junhe put away the purple jade order and stepped out of the house in a hurry, having long forgotten to say something like letting Chu Tao recuperate.

I'm afraid that Uncle Wang should be angry with him again.

Chu Tao, who was sitting in the shadows, smiled faintly and said to himself silently: "Gubi Lianzhou, the cold cliff stars turn ......."

As if in the darkness, a door to the light suddenly opened, casting a thousand rays of light. The bottom of my heart is clearer than ever. The purple jade order that Jiang Shaoyun was painstakingly looking for really pointed to the old foundation of the Chu family decades ago: Bilian Continent. If Jiang Shaoyun had taken precautions in advance, and if the Qi family had already been involved, then they would all have known that Bilian Continent might be the only entrance to uncover all mysteries. But these things are not yet suitable to tell the drunkard maniac.