Chen Luo was a little puzzled at the beginning, but after thinking about it for a while, he understood it.

Most of the books in this hall are reading pavilions open to all internal and external disciples, and at most some basic skills are stored, so it is unlikely that the important books truly inherited by the sect are left in it.

This is actually no different from the practice of Spring and Autumn Annals. Most of the techniques of the sect are passed down by word of mouth between masters and disciples, and are secretly promoted. This is the case with the Pure Yang Sword Art.

After a while of rest, Shen Luo turned around and picked out a few basic skills of practice from the piles of ancient books, as well as those classics about spiritual medicine and immortal herbs, alchemy and weapons, and included them in the Seven Star Pen.

Then, he put away all the remaining books that he had not finished reading, and then stretched his waist, intending to go out of the hole in the wall and leave here.

But just as he twisted his neck and moved his muscles, he suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw a faint white light illuminating in a corner of the hall.

He hurriedly walked towards the other side, looked over, and found that there were silk paintings about one foot wide and three feet long hanging on the wall there, which were just reflected by the moonlight from outside the house, reflecting a hazy white light.

Chen Luo was puzzled in his heart, and quickly walked to the silk painting and saw a bright full moon painted on it. Under the moon, there was a clump of green bamboo standing slanted, casting a shadowy shadow under the moonlight, which was a "Sky Bamboo Moon Viewing Picture".

This painting is really excellent. I don’t know what color materials I used. After so many years, it has not damaged the color at all. The green bamboo still looks green and green, while the full moon is white and yellow, exuding a warm feeling, looking lifelike.

Chen Luo just took a few glances and suddenly felt a flower in front of him. The green bamboos and the full moon seemed to have suddenly become real, reflected in front of him.

Under the moonlight, a breeze seemed to blow by, and the green bamboos swayed one by one, colliding with each other, as if the sound of bamboo joints hitting each other, and the shadows cast on the ground began to change.

Chen Luo was surprised and hurriedly withdrew his gaze. The strange scene in front of him disappeared, and the sound of bamboo joints in his ears disappeared.

"What's going on?" He was quite surprised and once again turned his gaze on the picture.

After looking at this glance, the illusory scene emerged again. Not only did the bamboo shadows change constantly, but the moonlight seemed to be shattering, sprinkling a mottled trace of light and dark intersecting shadows on the ground.

Chen Luo stared at the ever-changing shadows for a long time, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and said "Oh" as if he had some enlightenment.

"It seems a little bit like..." But soon, he shook his head for no reason and muttered to himself.

He seemed to be crazy, nodding for a while, shook his head, staring at the scroll for an entire hour.

"There seems to be some kind of change in the footwork in this change of the moon shadow. There must be something wrong with it, but it will definitely not be able to understand it in a short period of time. Let's put it away first." At the end, Chen Luo shook his head and sighed.

After saying that, Chen Luo walked forward, took the silk painting off the wall, rolled it up, and put it into the seven-star pen.

He stuffed all kinds of things into the pen one after another, and soon there was no room.

After cleaning up, Chen Luo walked out of the hole in the back wall and continued to head towards the square. He encountered more and more halls along the way, but without exception, all of them were destroyed by the war.

The various corpses encountered along the way began to become increasingly dense, but most of them were covered with vegetation and hidden in the weeds.

"It seems that the main battlefield of the battle back then was nearby." Chen Luo thought to himself.

Under the night, there was a silence around him, and only the sound of rustling footsteps echoed around him.

The collapsed halls passed along the way were like piles of tombs with high piles of soil.

A night wind blew, the shadows of trees swayed, and the fluorescent green light lit up in the dense forests and ruins, but countless skeletons rose up, flowing through the fields like fireflies.

He walked through the ghost fire, walked out of the dense forest and came to the vast square.

Then, a strange scene appeared in front of him.

I saw ghost fires gathering around me, like soldiers lined up, swimming around the white square.

Chen Luo was full of surprise and looked at the square carefully, but saw that there were only a few broken bones and fallen leaves on it, and there was no mechanism magic array, and it seemed that there was no mystery.

In the middle of the square, there is a circular platform, which is only three feet above the ground. A vague Tai Chi pattern can be seen on it. It seems to be made of two different colors of bricks and stones, and there is nothing else except that.

Chen Luo then let go of his spiritual sense and scanned the square, but he still found no abnormality.

After waiting for a while, the ghost fires did not dissipate. Instead, they fell to the ground, surrounding the entire square, as if a circle of green oil lamps were lit for it.

Chen Luo hesitated for a moment, but still walked up to the square.

As soon as he stepped onto the Hundred-Stone Floor in the square, a whirlwind seemed to rise around him, rolling all the ghost fires and flying into the sky.

Chen Luo's heart tightened and he immediately stopped and looked around.

After a while, no other visions appeared, he felt a little relieved and continued to walk towards the high platform in the center of the square.

However, after walking more than a hundred steps, when I saw that it was only ten feet away from the high platform, a vague voice of a human voice suddenly sounded in my ears. At first, I heard it like a whisper of mosquitoes and flies, but when I heard it carefully, it was like a yellow bell, echoing endlessly.

But no matter whether the sound is big or small, the words are always blurred, making him unable to hear it sincerely.

Chen Luo was confused in his heart, so he quickly started to exercise his mind and wanted to hear clearly, but his spiritual thoughts moved slightly. He just heard a clear sentence in his ear, "If it is the way, it will advance; if it is not the way, it will retreat", and it seemed that there was a sudden thunder in his mind.

There was a loud "boom".

Chen Luo felt that the back of his head seemed to be hit by someone with a sledgehammer, his eyes suddenly turned black, and his body shook forward and back a few times, almost falling to the ground.

He quickly stabilized his spiritual consciousness, pinched his eyebrows with his hands, shook his head heavily, trying to wake himself up.

This feeling made him feel a little familiar. He suddenly remembered that when he tried to reveal the secrets of Jade Pillow, it seemed that there was such a strange scene.

Shen Luo staggered back a few steps, shook his head, and the sound of being severely hit in his mind disappeared immediately, and the vague voice of human speech disappeared immediately.

He immediately stood there, not understanding what was going on.
Chapter completed!