"During the second class, you seem to be reading a book, what are you reading?"
"A poem."
"Poetry? What poem do you do?"
"What's wrong? What's so strange."
"Somewhat surprised, just say it."
"Su Shi's Decisive Storm."
"This guy, Ding Fengbo is just a name for a lyrics, and you have to follow the title afterwards. Should you not listen to the sound of striking leaves in the forest? Or do you always envy the jade man in the world?"
"This young lady, don't use your strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, OK? Just settle the storm, don't listen to the sound of killing leaves through the forest."
"I like it? I think you looked very serious at that time."
"Um"
"Which sentence is in it?"
"Who is afraid? A raincoat is a raincoat and rain will last forever"
"reason?"
"I will be able to keep you in a storm."
"you....."
"Just kidding, why are you so excited? This sentence is the state of life I hope to achieve. No one or anything can affect myself."
"Well, it's really good. I'm a classmate in my life with a raincoat. However, I still want to remind you to pay attention. This is a poem, not a poem."
"Haha, I'll take it with it calmly."
.........
"Dongxue, what's wrong with you?"
Qingmei's little hand kept swaying in front of Qi Dongxue.
"No... nothing."
Dongxue, who had recovered from her senses, replied in a little cramped manner, "I just recalled some things."
"I was scared. You laughed when you were dazed just now."
Qingmei breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the first time I have seen you like this. Are there anyone you know among these two Kunlun people?"
Dongxue shook her head, "No, I don't know you, I just feel familiar."
“Which one?”
Qingmei looked like she broke the casserole and asked to the end.
Dongxue ignored her, adjusted her mood, and said seriously, "When they come back, we will separate and go to each Wenzi House to find news of two disasters. If Sui Luopo and Ren Pingsheng can be excluded, the scope will be adjusted.
To expand, Yuanjun just said that it might be a Kunlun person, and he was not sure."
Not long after, three young men dressed in ordinary clothes and looked vigilant, entered the food house one after another. Soon, the five people left one after another and dispersed in different directions.
Walking quickly on the unfamiliar streets, surrounded by abortions called miraculous meridians.
It's a bit strange. When the people here noticed the blood mark on their foreheads, they did not show any disdain or even disgust. Dongxue always remembered how much this mark brought to her after she just entered Tianya Hai Pavilion.
I was sarcastic. If I hadn't been the personal identity of the disciple, I would have been too targeted.
Perhaps, the human race is more tolerant and accepting to the wasteland people, and is not as arrogant and arrogant as the Zucheng clan.
When I walked into a Wenzi House, there was no one in the outer room where the guests were receiving guests. I could see an old man in the inner room burying his head and sorting out a large stack of scrolls.
"Which news is needed?"
The man in the inner room asked without looking up.
"Sui Luopo and Ren Pingsheng."
Qi Dongxue did not intend to circle around the house owner. After her observation during this period, she found that there were many people in Xuanwu City who seemed to be descendants of Kunlun. It is hard to say whether the bloodline is pure, but at least there is no need to deliberately hide the identity.
The man put down the scroll in his hand and looked outside, his eyes swept through the winter snow, and finally frozen on her forehead.
"The name Sui Luopo has some impression. I have to look for it. It was a long time ago," the man stood up, walked to the other side of the inner room, and began to search for something, "As for Ren Pingsheng..."
The owner of the house pulled a long note and walked out slowly, holding more than twenty scrolls in his hand, piled up his head on the table in front of Dongxue.
“There are quite a lot.”
This long sound is only over here.
Qi Dongxue looked at the scrolls and suddenly said a little insulted. Is this human disaster a little too ostentatious? He just found a house of Wenzi, and could find so much information about him.
"I'll ask for a price."
The owner of the house looked like this indeed, "These are not worth much. Five energy crystals will be sold to you."
Dongxue was stunned. The price really surprised her, and suddenly reminded her of the books and abstract books she sold in college and after graduation.
I was whispering in a dark way, and a piece of information was hacked into 5 crystals. Now, it’s better. More than 20 pieces of information only have five energy crystals, which is more than a hundred times the gap.
He hurriedly took out 5 pieces of energy crystal squares on the table. He was worried that the owner would regret it, so he immediately put all the scrolls on the table into the space ring.
"Wait a moment, I'll go find Sui Luopo again."
After saying that, the owner held the energetic crystal and quickly returned to the inner room. After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, he held a somewhat damaged scroll and came out.
"It's something that happened a long time ago, take it and give it to you."
The owner generously handed the scroll over, and Dongxue took it in his hand, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
I always feel something is wrong, is it a little too smooth, it doesn’t take any time to get it...
This half sold and half sold made her a little doubt that these two disasters could not be her goal at all.
One is almost known to everyone, and the other is definitely a dusty past.
"Thanks."
Dongxue nodded to the owner and turned around to leave.
But I heard the owner behind me say, "What a pity, what an outstanding college student."
Dongxue did not stop and did not understand the meaning of the owner's words.
.........
Find a secluded garden, Dongxue sits on a bench beside the flowers, and there is no need to go to the next Wenzi House, at least before you finish reading the scroll you just got.
I was still holding the broken scroll in my hand, and the ink at the seal had long disappeared and was unfolded directly.
The paper is pure black, and this material is made of winter snow before.
Hundreds of words are written, and the content records a siege and killing of the powerful humans against Sui Lui.
After careful reading, Qi Dongxue roughly got a good understanding of this person who was suspected to be a target.
First of all, Sui Luopo was not the person she was looking for, because this was a bloody disaster. The message conveyed by the bird who reported the death was very clear, and the corpse disaster was outside the sand.
Secondly, this bloody man is indeed a descendant of Kunlun, from Tianmu City, one of the nineteen cities in Kunlun, and is also a child of the Sui family, a wealthy family in the city.
Finally, if you don’t consider the growth process of this bloody disaster, just judging from the siege, it is still quite tragic. Sui Luopo was found in the process of escaping, and he had the opportunity to escape alone.
But he was not alone, but with his lover. During the battle, the woman was soon injured and captured. The man was angry for the beauty. Even though the content did not record the specific details of the battle, Dongxue could imagine it.
By the time, the scene at that time must be extremely bloody and cruel.
Sui was depressed and the injured woman could have lived, but she committed suicide by her lover. The two hugged each other and fell into the pool water watered with blood.
How many strong people participated in this siege? There is no record in the content, and how many people eventually left the scene alive, there is no mention of it.
Only a little mention was made. The Sui family in Tianmu exchanged a crystal mine for their corpses and buried them together, and never able to break them up again.
In a heavy mood, Qi Dongxue slowly put away the scroll.
Because Shi Long had no concept of time, it is no longer possible to verify when Sui was active.
This name, like this scroll, is in the corner of the house of characters, waiting for people to completely forget him.
I sighed, as if I read a sad love story, and the ending was always sad.
One of the more than twenty scrolls was drawn out and slowly unfolded.
"Ren Pingsheng, Mu Yecheng, Zhan Lingyuan, Wasteland Trialer, Evaluation: Top-notch"
The eyes swept over the first sentence, and the winter snow instantly petrified.