A fugitive who is not afraid of death but insists on sending this thing out must be hiding some big secret.
As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle, Xu Qingxiao must study it.
Just a quarter of an hour later.
Xu Qingxiao couldn't help but frown.
This book is very weird. It contains some famous quotes and no information at all.
"Do villains also read this kind of book?"
Under the oil lamp.
Xu Qingxiao frowned.
The content of the book does not contain any information, just pure famous quotes, which are found everywhere.
"If you risk your life and ask me to take you out, it won't be that simple."
"But there is encryption in it, maybe it's a codebook."
Xu Qingxiao guessed that this was a codebook. He needed the code number, and then matched the number of pages and words to get the secret.
Thinking of this, Xu Qingxiao became a little angry.
Since you gave the thing to yourself, it means that you value yourself as a trustworthy person, but you ended up hiding something?
Xu Qingxiao has nothing to say to guard against villains.
It's a bit too much to be on guard against all gentlemen.
Feeling helpless, Xu Qingxiao read it again. After memorizing every word and sentence in her mind, Xu Qingxiao placed the booklet on the oil lamp.
That's right, Xu Qingxiao burned books.
He's not that stupid.
The people in Nanyu Mansion will definitely not let her go. It's just that they can't make a move at the moment. Xu Qingxiao is not sure whether this thing is a code book, but if she carries it with her, just in case the official of Nanyu Mansion discovers it.
How do you explain yourself?
Just burn it directly. Once you leave Ping'an County, it won't be a big problem to copy it again.
After studying Confucianism and Taoism, Xu Qingxiao's memory has also been enhanced. Photographic memory is a basic skill, so she is not afraid of making mistakes.
Let’s take a step back.
What if something really goes wrong?
You don’t know the original. As long as you insist on it, it is the real thing.
The booklet was lit, Xu Qingxiao threw it into the basin, and then began to think about today's events.
The words spoken by the fugitive from Nanyu Mansion still ring in my ears.
If you don't practice magic, the demon will devour your own energy and blood and disturb your state of mind from time to time.
This magic is too terrifying.
These two troubles made Xu Qingxiao have trouble sleeping and eating.
Devouring Qi and blood and hindering cultivation, wouldn't this make my already average cultivation speed become even more difficult?
It also erodes the mind from time to time and enters a brief period of madness. This is even more troublesome. Once something strange happens in Ping'an County, it will definitely be blamed on himself.
If you were caught at the scene, it would be difficult for you to die.
This is more terrifying than a time bomb.
So the only way out right now is to continue practicing magic.
But if he continues to practice different techniques, can Wen Gong continue to suppress him? This is another question.
If you can suppress it, everything will be easy to talk about.
Unable to suppress it, he waited to die on the spot.
Holding her finger bones, Xu Qingxiao weighed it carefully.
"However, the energy and blood in my body were surging just now, but Haoran's righteous energy can suppress the evil thoughts."
"It seems that Confucianism and Taoism are still useful, but the demonic thoughts in my body are not strong. I don't know if I can suppress them later."
"This is very risky, and we cannot rely entirely on Haoran's righteousness."
Xu Qingxiao thought.
This is the difficulty of choice. Xu Qingxiao actually wanted to go all out and be reckless.
But the consequence of making a reckless mistake is death, which makes Xu Qingxiao extremely confused.
After all, life is important.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, which made Xu Qingxiao cheer up.
"Brother Qingxiao, are you there?"
As the voice sounded, Xu Qingxiao immediately knew whose voice it was.
The voice of a handsome man.
At that moment, Xu Qingxiao closed her eyes and instantly realized she was outside the Wen Palace.
Tiandiwengong.
No matter how many times you watch it, it will always give you a different shock.
Step into the Wen Palace.
The handsome man quickly walked up to him and said excitedly.
"Brother Qingxiao, I probably know who I am."
He spoke, making Xu Qingxiao excited.
"who is it?"
Xu Qingxiao said a little impatiently.
"The great hero of the human race."
The latter said with great excitement.
"big hero?"
Xu Qingxiao was a little curious.
"I thought about what you said yesterday for a long time, and suddenly I had a flash of inspiration and remembered some of the past things."
"The sun and the moon are sinking, the red moon is rising in the sky, and demons are born to cause harm to the world. I remember that I was sealing this great demon, but the memory is too broken, and I don't know the details."
"But from what I said yesterday, I can roughly deduce that I should have died together with the demon, but someone has placed my soul in the Wen Palace, waiting for recovery."
The handsome man connected his broken memories together and told Xu Qingxiao.
But this information is of no use.
"Dare I ask senior, do you know your name?"
Xu Qingxiao asked.
If the other party knows his name, he can also look for relevant information. Otherwise, he will not be able to find any information at all based on this description.
"have no idea."
The handsome man shook his head.
Yes, it's a waste of effort.
Xu Qingxiao felt a little uncomfortable. Why did other people travel through time and not have an awakening system or a simple and easy-to-understand golden finger?
Awakening the Golden Finger by yourself is like exploring a secret. Isn’t it really scary to write with this kind of rhythm?
Xu Qingxiao complained in her heart.
"Brother Qingxiao, this is the information I can give you. I'll have to think about the rest slowly. If possible, I need to trouble Brother Qingxiao to help me investigate. I'd be very grateful."
The handsome man cupped his fists towards Xu Qingxiao and thanked her.
But Xu Qingxiao smiled bitterly.
"Senior, it's not that Xu is unwilling, it's just that Xu is also in trouble. I'm afraid his life is not long, and he is powerless."
Xu Qingxiao complained somewhat.
He is also very upset now.
Alien magic is really a cancer. Once you come into contact with it, it will lead to an endless abyss, making it difficult for you to sleep or eat well.
To be honest, Xu Qingxiao really had the urge to act recklessly.
It's better to die in the worst case than to die slowly like this. At least you fight hard and have no regrets!
"Brother Xu, what's the trouble?"
The handsome man asked curiously.
Xu Qingxiao sighed, and after thinking about it, she told the other party the whole ins and outs of the matter.
Half an hour later.
After Xu Qingxiao finished explaining everything, the handsome man nodded.
"I understand, no wonder there is information about the three-legged golden crow in the demon illustrated book."
"But Brother Xu, don't worry. This literary palace can suppress demonic thoughts. You can just practice directly. Don't worry."
The handsome man opened his mouth and revealed a piece of information that surprised Xu Qingxiao.
"Can Wen Gong completely suppress the evil thoughts?"
What is Xu Qingxiao most worried about right now? It's the side effects of practicing magic.
If Wen Gong can completely suppress it, wouldn't it mean that he can practice endlessly?
"No."
"The thoughts of demons are difficult to eradicate. The only thing I know is that this literary palace has a great background and can suppress the thoughts of demons."
"And hasn't Brother Xu already entered the rank? Using the Wen Palace to suppress yourself will allow you to practice different skills, so that you will not be overtaken."
"Of course, if the demonic thoughts advance to the ninth level, Confucianism and Taoism must also advance to the ninth level. Otherwise, they cannot be suppressed."
The handsome man explained, and also told what the things in the pool were.
"Can people of the same class practice different techniques?"
Xu Qingxiao probably understood what the other party meant.
As long as you practice magic, it will have side effects. It just means that it is more dangerous the first time, and it will be better later, but there is still danger.
But now with the help of Wen Gong, he can practice strange arts. As long as his Confucianism and Taoism level can keep up with his martial arts level, there will be no problem.
This is good news.
Xu Qingxiao has been debating whether to practice or not, and is very nervous.
Nowadays, it seems that it is no longer needed.
"Does that mean I can also practice other magic?"
Suddenly, Xu Qingxiao's thoughts inspired her.
"Can."
The latter answered directly.
"What will happen if you practice two different arts at the same time?"
Xu Qingxiao asked.
"I don't know. There shouldn't be any trouble. Even if there is, there's nothing to worry about. It can't be solved anyway."
The latter's answer is simple, but makes sense.
"I understand, thank you senior for your guidance."
Xu Qingxiao cupped her hands and said.
"It doesn't matter, it's just a trivial matter."
"And I remember there seems to be a way to suppress the evil thoughts."
He waved his hand, thinking it was just a small thing.
At the same time, another thing came to mind, but I couldn't think of it at the moment.
Xu Qingxiao was very patient, standing aside and waiting quietly.
At this moment, the handsome man was like a treasure in Xu Qingxiao's eyes.
"I have some memories that are very messy and I need time to think about them."
He spoke and thought seriously.
Xu Qingxiao nodded, not daring to disturb him, and waited quietly.
After a while.
He looked happy.
"I remembered."
"In the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism, every time you advance one level, you can use your talent to imprint an article or poem into your body."
"And whether it's a poem or an article, it has miraculous effects. Why don't you give it a try?"
The handsome man opened his mouth and spoke Confucianism and Taoism.
"Is poetry or articles engraved in the body?"
Xu Qingxiao didn't expect such an operation to exist.
"Well, I have it in my memory."
"You can try it, it doesn't matter if you give it a try."
"Do you have any poems? Do you want me to help you think of one?"
The handsome man spoke out, but he was also worried that Xu Qingxiao had no poems, so he planned to compose a poem on the spur of the moment.
"Thank you very much, senior."
Xu Qingxiao must be happy if she can even get a poem for free.
Don't want it for nothing.
This person has a great background. He is not only the Great Sage but also related to the Great Sage. The poems he wrote are at least semi-saints, right?
Pick it up for free!
Xu Qingxiao was overjoyed.
"Okay, let me think about it for a while. Brother Xu, please don't ask me for more seniors. Just call me handsome man."
The handsome man nodded, and at the same time asked Xu Qingxiao not to call him senior, but to call him handsome man.
Xu Qingxiao: "..."
"The seniority cannot be crossed, and the younger generation dare not."
Call him a handsome man?
Xu Qingxiao couldn't shout these words, so she might as well call her senior.
At the moment, Xu Qingxiao stood aside, waiting for the beautiful poem.
A quarter of an hour later.
The handsome man suddenly smiled, looking confident.
"Yes."
After saying this, he slowly spoke the next moment.
"Brother Xu is dying."
"Fortunately, I'm still here."
"Take hope from desperate situations."
"It takes off in one wave."
"Brother Xu, how are you?"
The handsome man finished reading this poem with great affection.
After he finished reading, he looked at Xu Qingxiao with a proud look on his face and asked if he was okay.
Xu Qingxiao: "..."
What about your sister?
Is this poetry?
This is a rare treasure.
No, Shulaibao at least rhymes, and you don't even have rhymes.
Literary sage?
That's it?
Xu Qingxiao was filled with depression, but she didn't dare to say a word.
I can only bite the bullet and say.
"Good poem."
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Let me start by saying, don’t guess, it’s not so and so’s trumpet, although silence can lead to misunderstandings.
But you still have to stand up and clarify this kind of thing. There is no need to take advantage of others. If the writing is not good and other authors and friends take the blame, isn't this harming others?