At the same time, a desolate sound that seemed to come from the past suddenly sounded in the square.
"Okay, okay, okay!" After three consecutive "good" sounds up: "Good lyrics, good songs, just - it's a little sad!"
As the words fell, the doors of the four walls in the square suddenly piled up, forming a closed space without doors!
However, at this moment, Pu Yue suddenly heard the sound, and was shocked. She suddenly raised her head and jumped into her eyes with an old man with white hair, white eyebrows and white beards and white robe!
I saw his white hair long to the ground, his white eyebrows fell on his cheeks like snow, his white beards fell on his ankles, his white robe and his feet were slightly longer, and he looked at Pu Yue with kindness.
The seemingly turbid eyes were shining brightly, and they looked at Pu Yue carefully. Later, they nodded slowly and said, "I have appeared now. What's the matter with the little girl?
?”
Pu Yue's eyes moved, her face was extremely calm, her body was straight and she leaned down and bowed gently to the white-haired old man with a polite attitude. At the same time, she spoke gently and said, "I want to ask seniors, this underground maze."
Did the layout evolve from the Xuanji diagram?”
The old man looked at Pu Yue in surprise when he heard this. He had always looked calm and calm since he saw him appear. He was calm and calm in his heart.
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But unexpectedly, when I heard what Pu Yue said suddenly, the old man's face moved, and when he looked at Pu Yue's eyes, he held his lips and said in a trembling voice: "Little girl, what did you say just now?"
Hearing this, Pu Yue leaned over and gave a tribute again. He heard the turbulent waves in the old man's tone. After thinking about it, he repeated again: "Go to senior, I want to say that this underground maze is from
Did the layout evolve from the Xuanji diagram?”
The old man looked at Pu Yue, sure that he had heard it correctly, and a fog suddenly appeared in his eyes. In a moment, he raised his lips and chuckled, and said, "Little girl, do you know Xuan Ji Tu?"
Pu Yue nodded gently, shook her head again, frowned slightly, and pursed her lips without saying a word.
Seeing Pu Yue like this, the old man was anxious and his eyebrows and beards trembled, "Little girl, why are you nodding and shaking your head?"
Pu Yue sighed softly, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she said slowly: "Return to senior, I nodded because I do know Xuan Ji Tu. I shook my head, because I don't know what I know about Xuan Ji Tu and you.
Same?"
"Is there any other Xuan Ji in this world?" The old man was surprised and suspicious when he heard what Pu Yue said.
Pu Yue looked at the old man with a calm expression, and moved his lips and spoke in a simple voice, "Pu Yue once heard that Xuan Ji Tu is a martial arts secret book, another metaphysics, or a treasure map. And I am the same
I have never seen it before, but the Xuanji Tu I only know is just a palindrome poem written by a woman to miss her husband!”
Listening to Pu Yue's words, the old man had a hint of disdain on his face at first. But at the end, a hint of longing that seemed to come from the eternal longing suddenly appeared on the old man's face. After a long time, he slowly spoke: "Little little."
Girl, tell me how to interpret the Xuanji diagram you know?"
When Pu Yue heard this, she looked at the old man's expression in her eyes. Her heart became more and more confident and full of doubt. At that moment, she lowered her head and said respectfully: