The cold moon, the quiet wind, the sparkling lake surface, and the beautiful woman in the pavilion, look like a pair of beautiful pictures from a distance.
Anyone who sees this picture will feel that the two young men and women in the pavilion are like a perfect couple of gods and gods, which is very desirable.
Yun Qiyou remained silent for a long time, and there seemed to be some thought on his calm face.
She reached out and grabbed Zhan Chen, and slowly pulled Zhan Chen out of the scabbard.
Zhan Chen has recovered from the inexplicable throbbing before and is as calm as ever. The white sword is engraved with many ancient inscriptions, like words, thunder cloud patterns, and gluttonous patterns.
Just one glance, and a sense of simplicity and vicissitudes of life rushes towards you.
Then, she said to Ye Xiaochuan: "Show me your Wufeng."
Ye Xiaochuan took out Wufeng and handed it to her.
The two swords, one green and one white, were intertwined, and a faint white light immediately lit up on the swords. The light was very weak, like small glowing light strips, flowing quickly on the ancient inscriptions and patterns on the swords.
, as agile as a fish.
This scene made both Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou stare straight in the eyes.
After a while, Ye Xiaochuan saw something, and his consciousness entered the sea of souls again, and said: "Senior Situ, the inscriptions on these swords seem to be a kind of writing, right?"
Situ Feng's voice seemed to be weaker than before, and he said: "I don't know, even if it is written text, it has been lost for many years. Qing Lian and I also had this suspicion back then, and we visited many seniors to try to unravel it.
The meaning of the inscriptions, but no one could recognize what the inscriptions above meant. Only one senior seemed to say that these inscriptions seemed to be related to the Heilongjiang tribe, one of the four ancient witch clans that had long disappeared in the Shiwan Mountains of southern Xinjiang.
The writing on the witch clan has something to do with it, but the black witch clan has been extinct for many years, so even if it is written on it, I’m afraid no one would recognize it now.”
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Senior Yao Xiaofu, will you recognize him?"
Situ Feng said: "You don't even recognize Yao Xiaoyu, do you think Yao Xiaofu will recognize him?"
Ye Xiaochuan wondered: "Who is the demon Xiaoyu?"
Situ Feng said: "Young little husband, your mother."
Ye Xiaochuan suddenly realized that she was sister Xiaochi's grandmother.
He added: "What about Xuan Ying? She is known as the last god in the world, so I might recognize her."
Situ Feng said: "Maybe, necromancy has always been inextricably related to the witch clan in southern Xinjiang. Maybe she really knows it. You can ask if you have time. If you can unlock the secret of the double sword inscription, maybe you can know
The origins of these two swords are uncertain."
Ye Xiaochuan made up his mind. It seemed that he would have to face the female devil Xuan Ying. First, he asked if she could understand the inscriptions on the swords. Second, he asked Wang Cai if he could return it to him.
It had only been half a day since we separated, and I started to think about it. It was really embarrassing.
Yunqi Youzai carefully studied the flashing inscription patterns on the two swords. Looking at the two swords flowing slowly in the lines like tadpoles, she seemed to have some insights.
She repeated the test several times. As soon as the two swords were moved away, the light disappeared immediately. When they touched each other again, the light would appear again.
The woman's intuition told her that the secret of the two swords lies in the inscription pattern. These lines should be words. Unfortunately, she didn't recognize any of them. She wanted to ask Ye Xiaochuan if he recognized them, but saw that he looked dull and confused.
It's no use asking if you know.
It was late at night, when the rooster crowed, Yun Qiyou handed the edgeless sword back to Ye Xiaochuan, stood up and said, "Go back."
Ye Xiaochuan nodded. He was studying the terrifying curse here in the middle of the night. Thinking about it, his back felt a little cold. It was better to go back to the room and have a good sleep.
The two walked into the independent small courtyard one after another. The surroundings were dark, and none of the ten rooms had candlelight. The two walked to their respective doors, and they seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they both subconsciously turned towards each other.
They glanced at each other, their eyes met in the dimness, and then they immediately moved away and returned to the house without saying anything.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't light a candle, didn't even bother to take off his shoes when he entered the room, and went straight to the bed.
Without Wangcai's chirping voice, the room suddenly became very deserted. This feeling made Ye Xiaochuan very uncomfortable. He couldn't sleep and wanted to talk to Situ Feng for a while, but he thought of Situ Feng's increasingly weak voice.
Still gave up on the idea.
His current residual soul has become more and more numerous. The more he talks, the faster it dissipates. In the past, Ye Xiaochuan was always afraid that Situ Feng's soul would suddenly take over, so he always wanted to remove him from his soul.
After getting along for such a long time, Ye Xiaochuan's previous worries gradually disappeared. Now that he knew that this sad man was about to disappear into the universe forever, without even a chance of reincarnation, Ye Xiaochuan's heart felt silent for a while.
After grunting on the bed for several times, I really had no intention of sleeping, so I got up, sat cross-legged, meditated, and silently recited the meditation mantra. It was not until dawn that Ye Xiaochuan felt sleepy.
He slept for a long time, and Ye Xiaochuan didn't hear any movement outside, but when he woke up, it was already noon.
The senior brother probably told the others privately that Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan were punished in the room for a day because they did something wrong, so everyone didn't play in the yard after getting up today, and no one came to knock them.
door.
After waking up, I sat on the bed, stretched my eyes with confusion, yawned and walked down. When I opened the door, I saw only one person in the yard.
Yun Qiyou moved a chair, and the old god sat in front of Ye Xiaochuan's door. Seeing Ye Xiaochuan wake up, he said, "Can you really sleep? Are you a pig?"
Ye Xiaochuan rubbed his eyes and said: "I rested too late last night and didn't fall asleep until dawn. Anyway, the head master has punished the two of us in the room today and is not allowed to go to Duantian Cliff. Why did we get up so early?"
Yun Qiyou snorted, and suddenly took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from nowhere, and said, "Do you still remember what the master uncle told you last night?"
Ye Xiaochuan wailed and said: "You want to copy now? I haven't had lunch yet. I haven't even eaten breakfast. I'll talk about it after I eat."
Yun Qiyou took out two more steamed buns and said, "I have prepared them for you a long time ago."
Helpless, this woman is crazy. The ascetics are innately obsessed with powerful magical powers. Now Yun Qiyou really wants to see how many magical powers Ye Xiaochuan has learned on Siguo Cliff in the back mountain.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that Yun Qiyou had been waiting for him to get up in front of his door since the morning. The steamed buns he had prepared turned into bricks, and he almost broke his teeth after taking a few bites.
