The rising sun is gradually rising.

The mist in the mountains is like smoke.

Chen Tian put on his clothes and looked back and saw a jade body on top of the silk and bamboo mattress.

The black ink's hair was like a waterfall, and the mess was like a battlefield, which showed how fierce the confrontation last night was.

"It's true that it should be a little gentle."

Chen Tian touched his nose, tucked the corner of the quilt, turned around and closed the door and walked out of the bedroom.

Apart from a little bit of lust, he actually knew the meaning of last night. He devoted so much effort to the thirty-six sects of the Northern Region and pushed the Xianyin Pavilion in front of the stage and became a substantial leader.

If a child must make a statement.

If she doesn't answer, it may cause her to have endless imagination, such as going out to sea early.

She is an extremely intelligent woman. She knows that beauty cannot keep herself, let alone tie herself up. It is better to use beauty as encouragement and get closer to the relationship again.

Even if she only arouses a little pity or reluctance to give up, even if she achieves her goal, she will not waste her efforts to cater to her.

I have to say.

Chen Tian was a little resistant.

But in the real world, there is such intrigue, even sincere feelings are mixed with interest considerations.

He smiled, but turned around and saw Yun Fengluan running to him in panic: "God Lord!"

"What's wrong?"

Chen Tian blocked the hall gate invisibly, for fear that this girl would break in and see the afterglow of the battlefield.

Then, how could Tong Ruoran become the sect leader of Xianyin Pavilion?

"Where is my sect leader?"

"You ask me?

Then who will I ask?"

Chen Tian felt a little guilty.

"Divine Lord doesn't know either?

It's over!"

Yun Fengluan was so anxious that she stomped her feet and said, "The chimes of the tomb have been excavated by the Chuanshan School..." Chen Tian suddenly remembered that on the last floor of the Yin family's tomb, a banquet was held in the palace where Zhou Yongtao was located.

Among them is a set of chimes, which according to the unlucky guy who was eaten alive, is the Demon God Bell.

But because the words on the chimes are too long, they will not recognize them for a while, and they are still a mystery.

"That's all?"

Chen Tian gathered his thoughts.

"Yes, the Demon God Bell that was ten thousand years ago must be powerful. I just want to find the sect leader!"

Tong Ruoran muttered, "As a result, I searched for Xianyin Pavilion, but there was no sign of her."

"Okay, I'll go with you to see it. There's something to go out."

Chen Tian took her with her and flew towards the ruins of the Yin family's tomb.

It’s not that Li Jian can’t recognize the words.

The rhythm is extremely complex and has many changes. It is good for him, a native of the country, to recognize that it is a chime.

What's more, there are countless treasures and swords in his Sumeru ring, but there are only half of the instrument.

This thing is really difficult. If you have this time and energy, it is better to concentrate your mind and practice sword skills.

After arriving.

The originally collapsed Yin family tomb is now planted with pear trees around it.

The common people did not give any face to the strong men ten thousand years ago. They held the ox and plowed, and were so busy that they were not touching the ground.

There were even soldiers from Yong's camp who talked endlessly with the disciples of Hekun Sect in order to get two more spiritual pears.

"Where is the chime?"

Chen Tian looked around.

Li Jing hurriedly came up: "I sent it to the mountain gate square of Hekun Gate. Following the instructions of the Gods, he moved it out intact, without any movement."

"very good."

Chen Tian nodded slightly.

He raised his foot and walked towards the mountain gate square. There were many farmers waving their hats to say hello while he was not arrogant and replied in sequence as much as possible.

As for why the farmer suddenly recognized himself.

Chen Tian also guessed the reason.

Yesterday he had contacted the salt man Roddy, and he must have revealed his appearance, of course everyone knows it.

But what Chen Tian never expected was that Roddy did not describe his appearance, but just taught everyone the simplest way to identify the God Lord.

As long as there is a fairy who is here and seeing who she follows, the thin young man must be the Lord God! It is absolutely impossible to be wrong! "So big?"

Chen Tian looked at the chimes all over the ground, as thick as a bucket, "There are so many?"

"We were standing in the dark at that time and couldn't see clearly. Now we are in front of us, of course it's big."

Yun Fengluan explained with a smile on her face, "The more chimes there are, the more complete the rhythm, otherwise what about it? "

Chen Tian nodded.

He walked towards the chime-shaped chimes, and indeed saw that they were engraved neatly and orderly, very much like a poem.

Unfortunately, he was observing for a long time and only knew a few simple words.

Moreover, because the shape of the characters is close to the picture, you can barely deduce them from today's text.

For example, the word Feng was originally borrowed from Yu Feng, and a big bird wearing a crown on its head was of course easy to recognize.

"If you can't recognize me, please find someone."

Chen Tian sighed, feeling that he should take time to read more books.

I went to practice all the time before, but when did I come to read books carefully last time?

Anyway, it is also a secret recipe for the mental method... "It's amazing! I actually know one word, but I didn't see half of it!"

Li Jing approached and said.

Yun Fengluan rolled her eyes at him and looked at Chen Tian again: "God Lord, the sect master can't be found, who should we invite?"

The treasures are clearly in front of you.

I don't understand the meaning.

Lu Wushan still needs to increase education. In the future, the God-killing Arrow will still need to be used by ordinary soldiers. I don’t want to teach the disciples of Panlong Sect to start from scratch.

Chen Tian shook his head, got rid of his messy thoughts, and then remembered Fuluo's opera troupe, and seemed to have raised a group of inferior novelists.

A guy who makes a living by pen... should you recognize more words?

Chen Tian said to Li Jing, and a disciple immediately flew away and headed straight to the Zuixing Tower in Yongtai City.

Taking advantage of Chen Tian's leisure now, Fan Sheng brought half a basket of pears and asked him to try them out quickly, otherwise the group of starving ghosts in Panlong Sect would be snatched away.

Chen Tian smiled slightly, waved his hand to signal the surrounding people to come and get one.

"Little guy, what should I eat for lunch?"

Chen Tian picked out the largest pear and handed it to the little girl who was not as tall as her knees beside her.

"Pork buns!"

"How many meals are there?"

"Half!"

The little girl was not afraid of being angry. She took the pear and bit it, making the juice overflowing, and smiled brightly as pear blossoms.

Chen Tian lifted his front skirt and wiped her: "Recently, the bad guy came to the house to grab things. Is it fierce?"

Hearing this.

Ordinary people have the same expression.

But all the officials nearby were thrust violently, and everyone could hear it. The God Lord was meant to understand the people's sentiment from the little girl.

Moreover, no matter whether she answers the evil or not, the officials present will definitely be killed from the county magistrate to the chief of the aristocratic family! Because according to the God's idea, he pursues a Datong society where the people are free from hunger and no way to pick up their own losses. Whoever dares to bully the lower-class farmers will move with the head.

Although the God Lord didn't say it clearly.

But the officials knew it in their hearts.

Just when everyone was extremely nervous, the little girl finally spoke, and she looked up in confusion: "Bad guy?
To be continued...