The old man put down the half-carved spiritual tablet in his hand, slowly stood up from the futon, and looked at Yun Qiyou in front of him with a playful and mocking look.
He said: "The world is so big that you can't imagine it. When I was sensible, Zhan Chen in your hand had not yet been born. Do you want to know the origins of Zhan Chen and Wu Feng? In the whole world, there is no one who knows Zhan Chen."
Apart from me, there should be no other person who knows the origins of Chen and Wu Feng, not even Xuan Ying."
Yun Qiyou's expression changed rapidly, and she could feel that the old man was not lying. At this moment, there seemed to be an extraordinary temperament in the old man's cloudy eyes.
Yun Qiyou said word for word: "Do you know Gui Yunwen?"
The old man seemed a little surprised, but then he suddenly understood and said: "It was Xuan Ying who told you that the words on Zhanchen and Wufeng swords are ancient ghost cloud scripts, right? She can recognize the ghost cloud script, and the world can really decipher it.
Gui Yunwen may only be the high priest of the elves. I don’t know Gui Yunwen, but I know who was the one who forged the two swords Wu Feng and Zhan Chen.”
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The two swords have been circulated in the world for nine thousand and nine hundred years. Even Xuan Ying doesn't know about it. How can you know the weapon refiner who forged these swords?"
"She is a woman, her surname is Zhu. I have forgotten her name. I only remember her surname is Zhu. The reason why I can remember her surname is because her ancestors are the legendary figures of the Shushan Sword Sect, Zhu Gou and Lu Linlang. You should not have
I have heard the names of these two people. Zhu Gou and Lu Linlang were once brothers and sisters of the evil god. After the evil god left the world, he passed the position of head of Shushan to Zhu Gou. He can be regarded as the most powerful person in the world in the hundreds of years after the evil god.
The man of the hour. The Chen-Zhan Sword and the Wufeng Sword were refined by the descendants of Zhu Gou and Lu Linlang. I know this much. As for why the woman surnamed Zhu wanted to refine these two swords, and what happened later.
Why the old man who has been reincarnating for thousands of years deduced that these two swords will be entangled for three lives and seven lifetimes, I don't know."
Yun Qiyou's expression changed rapidly, and he said after a while: "Is everything you said true?"
The old man said: "Do I have any reason to deceive you? I told you the origin of the two swords. As for other secrets, you can go find the high priest of the elves. She should be able to unlock the secret of Gui Yunwen."
Yun Qiyou said: "Why are you telling this?"
The old man smiled and said: "Haha, because I also want to know what the ghost cloud text means. The reincarnation old man has to risk his life to deduce it even though he has lost a hundred years of life. It must contain a huge secret, and it may be a secret related to the safety of the world."
Yun Qiyou said: "Who are you? Why should I believe your words?"
The old man suddenly waved his hand, and the faint green smoke from the three fine Zen incense that Yun Qiyou had just lit suddenly began to change, and it seemed to form a word, an ancient text, above the incense burner.
Yun Qiyou frowned and looked at the words condensed from the blue smoke. She felt that the words were a bit familiar, but they seemed to be very different from the current words. She was different from Ye Xiaochuan. Ye Xiaochuan liked ancient and strange things.
Therefore, Ye Xiaochuan knows many ancient seal scripts and is completely self-taught. Yun Qiyou only knows the large seal scripts that were finalized 20,000 years ago at most, and has no knowledge of ancient seal scripts.
She left, came to the ancestor's ancestral hall with a complicated mood, and left with an even more complicated mood. When leaving the ancestor's ancestral hall, the old man said the last words: "Don't reveal what happened tonight to anyone."
The bonfire party in the back mountain lasted until late at night. After midnight, everyone flew away in the drunken sky. Dozens of fat chickens were wiped out by them. Among them, Wangcai and Xiaochi made the greatest contribution. One person and one fox, almost
Contracted one-third of the beggar's chickens.
Ye Xiaochuan's drinking capacity has been increasing day by day in recent years. He drinks with that old monkey Xiaotu all day long. It is difficult to develop a good drinking capacity. After peeing a few times, the drunkenness is basically gone.
Everyone was very happy tonight, and Ye Xiaochuan was no exception. However, he was still very loyal. He carried a beggar's chicken that had not been broken open in his arms. After returning to the front mountain, he saw everyone going back to their respective homes, each looking for his own.
Mom, he slipped away quietly.
In Qingluan Pavilion, Yun Qiyou had just returned from the ancestor's ancestral hall. She was in a complicated mood and couldn't sleep, so she habitually came to Qingluan Pavilion alone. She was thinking about what the old man said in the ancestral hall tonight, although she didn't believe the old man.
It was an immortal old monster, but she still used charcoal to write the ancient words she saw in the ancestral hall on the wooden pillar in front of her.
What does this word mean?
Her intuition told her that the old man's name and origin were all a mystery, but this word was the only one that was true.
Suddenly, a head poked its head in from the top of Qingluan Pavilion and said with a smile: "Why don't you sleep so late at night and are you alone in a daze?"
Yun Qiyou's expression changed. When he looked up, he was stunned. He saw Ye Xiaochuan's head hanging down and looking at him with a smile.
She said: "Why is it you? I heard that you recently turned into a smelly monkey?"
Ye Xiaochuan turned over and entered Qingluan Pavilion, and said: "I can hide this from others, but how can I hide it from you? You should stop making fun of me. Today, Baili and the others are eating beggar's chicken in the back mountain. I thought you would like it."
After taking this bite, I brought one to you just after finishing it, it’s still hot.”
Ye Xiaochuan took out an ugly mud lump from his arms and stuffed it into Yun Qiyou's hand.
Yun Qiyou's body trembled slightly. It turned out that this man had been thinking about him. He had mixed feelings for a while and didn't know what to say.
Damn it, I had already decided to cut off my love, why did this guy come to provoke me?
Ye Xiaochuan did not think about Yun Qiyou's complicated emotions at this moment. He suddenly saw the words written by Yun Qiyou on the wooden pillar and said in surprise: "Are you practicing ancient calligraphy so late at night?"
Yun Qiyou was stunned, raised his head and said, "Do you know this word?"
Ye Xiaochuan said proudly: "I can read a thousand words at three times, memorized ancient poems at the age of five, and read "Strange Stories of Gods and Demons", "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" and "The Great Wilderness Classic" at the age of seven. I am now twenty-six years old, how good do you think it should be?
Awesome, isn’t this the number seven in ancient Chinese characters?”
"The number seven?"
Yun Qiyou put the mud aside and said, "Do you know what this seven represents?"
Ye Xiaochuan shrugged and said: "Seven is seven, what can it mean? But I seem to have seen this ancient number before, where is it? Why can't I remember it for a moment? This kind of writing is almost extinct in the world, why do you suddenly
Interested in this number?"
Yun Qiyou said: "I saw a mysterious old man, and his identity seems to be related to the ancient number seven."
Ye Xiaochuan scratched his head and thought for a while, then his face suddenly changed and he said in a voiceless voice: "I remembered it!"
Yun Qiyou said: "What do you think of?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "I didn't leave a beggar's chicken for Master. The consequences will be serious. I will take your chicken away first and roast another one for you another day."
