After the piano and flute ensemble was finished, the two met at the same place.
In the pavilion on the top of the mountain, Luohua was already sitting playing the piano. Looking around, there was a vast expanse of white clouds and mist.
"Thousand-year fire!"
Lin Yun's eyes lit up when he saw the fine wine placed on the table, and he quickly stepped forward to open it.
"Congratulations to Brother Lin, you successfully stormed the Seven Flowers Gathering. Please prepare some wine." Under the white gauze bamboo hat, Luohua smiled gracefully.
Lin Yun was speechless for a while, this Luohua was really generous, the thousand-year fire of the Mo clan seemed to be endless in her hands.
"Drink from me today."
Lin Yun smiled, put away the Thousand-Year Fire, and took out a jug of special wine from his storage bag.
There are many fine dragon wines hidden in his storage bag. They are rare and famous wines for ordinary people, but they are still inferior to the Thousand-Year Fire.
"What kind of wine is this?"
Luo Hua's voice was a little strange.
Lin Yun understood this quite well and said with a smile: "This is not a good wine, but it means a lot to me?"
"oh?"
Luo Hua's voice was full of curiosity, "I would like to hear the details."
"This wine is called Phoenix Terrace, and I recall playing the flute on the Phoenix Terrace. I am afraid of the pain of separation, and there are so many things that I want to talk about but I still have to leave. I am new and thin, it is not dry ice wine, it is not a sad autumn. When I think of Wuling, the people are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower.
Only the flowing water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day long. Where I stare, who will share the joys and sorrows of this life with me."
After a slight pause, Lin Yun smiled and said: "This is the wine she gave me. I have always kept it, and I can't bear to drink it. If you drink one glass, you will lose one. If you want to celebrate the success of the Seven Flowers Gathering, drink this bar."
"I see. Is she the girl who left behind that trace of love?"
Luo Hua pointed at Lin Yun's finger and laughed softly.
"Yes."
Lin Yun poured the wine, smiled slightly, and admitted generously.
"Give."
The two clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.
"Only the flowing water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long. Where I stare, who will share the joys and sorrows of this life with me. The person who gave you the wine seems to have a lot of control over her. Her heart is cold and few people understand." A glass of wine.
After drinking, Luo Hua said softly, her voice was like the constant collision of beautiful jade, and the sound was like jade breaking.
"I understand!"
Lin Yun's eyes flashed with obsession, and he said in a deep voice: "She stands too high."
"How high."
"Maybe higher than the sky..."
Lin Yun smiled sarcastically and didn't take it seriously.
"so?"
"That's why I work so hard, just so that one day I can share the joys and sorrows with her."
A smile appeared on Lin Yun's lips. There were thousands of lofty sentiments in his heart, all contained in this smile.
The two were drinking and chatting, and they were chatting so happily that Lin Yun almost forgot about it. When he was about to get drunk, Lin Yun just sounded, took out the Ku Xuan secret key, handed it over and said: "Miss Luo is from the Saint
The aristocratic family can recognize this thing."
"Ku Xuan Secret Key."
Luo Hua's voice changed slightly, seeming a little surprised.
She stared at it for a long time and then said: "Three thousand years ago, the Nine Emperors came into being, suppressed the world, swept across all directions, rebuilt the Shenlong Empire, and became a myth and legend. But the story of the Nine Emperors did not end here. Everyone has their own different ending.
...Among them, Nan Di is the most lamentable. He has been trapped and obsessed with love all his life. His end was extremely tragic in his later years, and he always wanted to resurrect his beloved wife."
"South
The Emperor is the only one among the Nine Emperors who is certain to have fallen. As his successor, Great Sage Kuxuan was hunted down by many people, including others among the Nine Emperors."
Lin Yun asked in surprise: "Why?"
"The Southern Emperor had three secret treasures during his lifetime. One is the catalog of life and death that contains the gate to hell, the second is the Talisman of Destiny, and the third is the Heavenly Dragon Bone. No matter which of the three treasures, other great emperors will be tempted. The three treasures, some people say
In the Nandi Tomb, some people say that it is in the hands of the Great Sage Kuxuan, but no one knows where the Nandi Tomb is, so we have to look for him."
Luo Hua sighed softly: "However, it was later proven that the Kuxuan Great Sage did not have this treasure. He survived, but he was also seriously injured. After that, he was chased by the enemy all the way and died in the sea of floating clouds. The Kuxuan
The island is his resting place."
"I see."
Lin Yun's eyes flickered and he whispered to himself.
"But even if there are not three Southern Emperor's treasures, the inheritance of the Great Sage Ku Xuan alone is enough to make many people's hearts flutter. So over the years, some people have been secretly looking for the Ku Xuan secret key. Only by obtaining this secret key can they get it.
The inheritance of the Great Sage Kuxuan.”
Luo Hua looked at Lin Yun and muttered: "Where did you get this secret key?"
"Thunder Demonic Sword."
Lin Yun told the truth and explained the process in detail.
"Is he an abandoned son of the Xuantian Sect? If you look at it this way, he was kicked out of the Xuantian Sect just to hide the truth from others. He was ordered by someone from the Xuantian Sect to come to Cangxuan Mansion specifically to find the Kuxuan secret key. Ben
The name Thunder Demon Sword is just a cover he deliberately created..."
Luo Hua handed the Ku Xuan secret key back and said with a soft smile: "I just didn't expect that you would run into this unreasonable existence, Mr. Burial Flower."
"Really? I'm very reasonable."
Lin Yun held the secret key and his thoughts were like lightning.
He suddenly remembered that he had encountered several extremely dangerous ambushes when he was walking as a burying boy.
In the past, he thought it was the work of the Tianxing Pavilion, but now that he thinks about it, it might also be the hand of the manipulator behind the Xuantian Sect.
Fortunately, he is usually cautious and has not revealed his identity as the buried playboy so far.
Otherwise, even staying in Fuyun Sword Sect may not be safe.
"Wait a minute, I have seen Kuxuan Island from a distance. The surrounding storm is said to prevent even saints from getting close. Even if you have the secret key, what's the use if you can't board Kuxuan Island." Lin Yun suddenly thought of something and hurriedly
said.
"Perhaps, someone has figured out something."
Luo Hua said calmly: "It is said that the ninth-grade Shengxuan Master can observe the stars and make fortunes, and the Tianxuan Master can even spy on the secrets of heaven. Maybe... the ban on Kuxuan Island is going to change. After all, Kuxuan Da Da
Since the saint has left a legacy, he must be looking for someone who is destined to be with him, and it is impossible to keep people away from him."
Lin Yun suddenly realized, and many doubts in his heart were solved.
If the ban on Kuxuan Island really changes, then the Kuxuan secret key in his hand will become a vital prop.
But there are still some deeper doubts, which have become confusing and thought-provoking.
"Thanks for letting me know!"
Lin Yun spoke up.
"Between you and me, there is no need to worry about these things." Luo Hua smiled leisurely, the wind was light and the clouds were calm.
"Then I'll punish myself with a drink."
Lin Yun raised his wine glass, drank the Phoenix Tower in the glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
…
After returning from Luohua, Lin Yun looked solemn.
There are some secrets in his heart that he has not told the other party.
He has a tiger in his hand
According to Mr. Hong, the picture of smelling roses was taken from the tomb of Emperor Nan. But Luohua also said that no one knew where the tomb of Nan Emperor was, so how could Mr. Hong know about it.
Besides, was Mr. Hong really so powerful back then?
Even daring to break into the tomb of one of the Nine Emperors, the Southern Emperor, is a bit too scary.
Could it be that I heard it wrong, or maybe it was just the same name? This Southern Emperor is not the other Southern Emperor.
But at that time, Lin Yun clearly remembered that the letter that Mr. Hong left for him said that the Tiger Sniffing Roses picture he saw were all evil spirits from hell, and he was even seriously injured by the sword light in it.
Vaguely, this is somewhat similar to the illustrated catalog of life and death mentioned by Luo Hua.
The gate to hell is hidden in the Catalog of Life and Death, and the tiger sniffing the rose picture just allows you to see the evil ghosts of hell.
Could it be that the scroll in my hand is really a catalog of life and death? One of the three greatest treasures of the Southern Emperor?
When he thought of this, Lin Yun felt his scalp numb. This was a bit too scary. After realizing the dust light sword technique in the scroll, Lin Yun left the rose scroll idle for a long time.
Because with his strength, he cannot figure out other secrets.
Holding the rose scroll in his palm, Lin Yun looked solemn, and he looked at the scroll with a hint of fear.
If this scroll is really a picture of life and death, then Mr. Hong's strength at that time should be extremely terrifying, at least he was a saint. If even the saints become cripples, then with my current strength, even if I really discover the secret, I'm afraid it will be a dead end.
.
After thinking about it, Lin Yun put the scroll away again. There was no need to take this risk.
Catalog of Life and Death, Talisman of Destiny, and Dragon Bone.
Lin Yun thought in his mind that among the three great treasures of the Southern Emperor, there was no Flower Burial Sword among them. Well, it seemed to make sense.
The funeral flower sword should have been given to him by Nan Di's wife.
Half a lifetime of duckweeds has passed away with the water, and a night of cold rain has buried the famous flowers.
The soul is like willow cotton blowing to pieces, you go and I stay, two autumns!
Lin Yun softly recited the poem he had heard before, and was suddenly shocked. He stood up abruptly, looking at the Flower Burial Sword in his hand, his expression changed drastically.
Damn it, it’s actually real!
According to Luo Hua, Emperor Nan was trapped and hurt by love in his later years, and was obsessed with resurrecting his wife.
But people cannot be resurrected, this is a truth that even Lin Yun can understand. He is destined to work in vain, destined to be injured for it, and he is stuck in his own way, drawing the earth as a prison.
The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, you leave and I stay, two autumns. This poem is not just used to describe Nan Di...or maybe he did it for himself. The infinite sadness in it is similar to what Luo Hua said
In his later years, Nan Di fit perfectly.
I'm so pissed!
Lin Yun couldn't calm down anymore. He only felt lingering fear and trembling.
He couldn't calm down when he thought that the Rose Picture Scroll, which he had studied countless times before, might be a picture of life and death hiding the gate to hell.
Thinking that the burial flower in his hand might be the sword worn by Emperor Nan back then, he became even more distracted.
"If Kuxuan Island is opened, I have to go there no matter what..."
Lin Yun took a deep breath, and an idea came to his mind that he had never thought before. The inheritance of the Great Sage Kuxuan could not fall into the hands of others.
Perhaps there is information about the Nan Emperor's tomb hidden in it. If that's the case, it would be better to keep it in your own hands.
He and his wife are buried in Nandi's tomb. He must not want to be disturbed by future generations.
You go and I stay, two autumns!
Lin Yun looked at the Flower Burial Sword in his hand, feeling disappointed and full of emotions. He sighed softly: "I have not failed you all these years, otherwise I would really be sorry for your origins."
