Two days later, Huan Xin once again stood in front of the lonely Taoist temple in the Kunlun Mountains.
Logically speaking, Huan Xin wouldn't come here at this time of year, but this time Huan Xin didn't wait until I was on vacation!
He always had a bad feeling, as if something was waiting for him, as if there was not much time left for him. So while all the senior students were making their final efforts for their college life, Huan Xin only wanted to make preparations for better protection for Su He.
Pushing open the somewhat dilapidated door, I could see clear smoke rising from the alchemy, and Uncle Qingyun was sitting comfortably at the door of the hall, seemingly not surprised at all by the arrival of Qing Xin!
The two of them didn't have a warm conversation because they hadn't seen each other for a long time. Huan Xin walked up to Uncle Qingyun, directly handed the book he brought out from the ancient tomb into Uncle Qingyun's hands, and then said: "I am. The book seemed to me to be related to Bei Ming, but I couldn’t understand the words on it, so I brought it back!”
Uncle Qingyun took the book, opened a page at random, and then frowned and said: "I have never studied this ancient Tibetan language, and I still can't understand it!"
Huan Xin was not disappointed, but turned out the pictures in the book and said, "There are pictures behind this, take a look!"
After reading a few pictures, Uncle Qingyun also took a deep breath, then closed the book, put it aside, and then said lightly: "Just for this matter, do you make a special trip?"
Huan Xin smiled and said: "Of course there are other things, but I saw that the man who killed the dragon in the book seemed to be related to our Beiming, so I wanted to figure this out first."
When Huan Xin returned to Beiming, her first priority was of course to make a space magic weapon. After all, the furnace in Beiming itself was a furnace for refining weapons. It was only because the senior brother couldn't find a suitable one that he used this furnace to make alchemy.
The second thing is naturally to find out what he brought out from the ancient tomb, especially this book. After all, the pictures in it are really shocking to the heart!
Uncle Qingyun looked at Huan Xin and showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time, and then said: "You are still growing faster than we expected. Even Tianfeng doesn't know about this, and only the disciples of each generation can do it." Will know!"
Later, Uncle Qingyun took a sip of tea and continued: "All the ancient books and Dao Zang you saw in the Sutra Pavilion before, including the notes of some senior ancestors, are what we want you to see! And the things above, That’s what we don’t want you to know!”
Huan Xin nodded. He knew about the Xiaozangjing Pavilion and understood that Uncle Qingyun must have had his own intentions in doing so, so he did not take these matters to heart.
Uncle Qingyun seemed to have made some decision. He stood up and said to Huan Xin: "It's time for you to know some things, including the things about the ancestor mentioned in this book. They are all under the bed in my wing, open it and go in and see for yourself!"
Huan Xin nodded excitedly. It was impossible for him not to be curious about this Xiaozangjing Pavilion. Now that he could see it, it was also a happy thing.
Huan Xin didn't say anything more and went to Uncle Qingyun's bedroom alone. When he opened the covers on Uncle Qingyun's bed, he was also stunned. He saw that there were no books at all under the bed, but only A deep hole.
Looking at the pitch black hole below, Huan Xin also wondered whether he would have to go down. Uncle Qingyun had hidden these secrets well enough!
But since Uncle Qingyun agreed to watch it, there was no harm in going down to check it out. Just like that, Huan Xin took a deep breath, jumped directly towards the black hole, and disappeared into the room...
I don’t know how long it took for Huanxin to finally stand on the ground. Huanxin also knew why Uncle Qingyun didn’t tell him the secret of this place before. If it were in the past, Huanxin could have climbed down from such a high cave, and it would not have happened. not going.
Even with his level of cultivation today, it would not be easy to get out of here.
Qing Xin thought that since he was here, he should make peace with it, so he also walked forward with a relaxed attitude!
After passing through a passage, the vision suddenly opened up, and an empty hall appeared in front of Xingxin. I saw that the main hall was magnificent, and the murals carved on both sides were lifelike, which formed a sharp contrast with the three shabby tile-roofed houses outside. They were like one in the sky and one on the earth!
There are hundreds of rankings enshrined in the center of the hall, and above these rankings are seven different rankings enshrined separately!
When Huan Xin took a closer look, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and knelt down directly. He knew that these rankings were enshrined by the ancestors of Beiming for thousands of years, so Huan Xin didn't say anything. He kowtowed three times respectfully towards these rankings!
From the hundreds of rankings below, Huan Xin also saw some familiar names. Huan Xin had also read the biographies of many people here. He couldn't help but feel awe, and felt that this should be the place where Beiming's soul resides.
After Huan Xin looked at all the rankings in front of him one by one, he also came to the seven highest tablets. At this time, a familiar name first caught his eye - Mo Canxue.
It was also the first time that Huan Xin came into direct contact with this name. He looked at Mo Canxue's ranking, and instantly the handsome face of the boy in white appeared in his mind. Huan Xin also took a deep breath, and felt that there was something in his heart. A trace of inexplicable sadness.
Then Huanxin knelt down in front of Mo Canxue's tablet, and kowtowed deeply to the tablet. Just when Huanxin was about to get up, he noticed that there seemed to be something behind the tablet, so he took it out and saw that there was something there. It was a book, Huan Xin also knew it. This book must be the biography of Patriarch Mo Canxue.
Just like that, Huan Xin called up the dusty pages of the book and read them page by page. He read every word very carefully. He also wanted to know how Mo Canxue fought against the Demon King a thousand years ago. He I also want to know, who is the purple-clothed girl named Jiu'er who looks very similar to Su He?
In short, Huan Xin had too many things he wanted to know at the moment, including the origin of Beiming, who founded it, and the past thousands of years. He was finally about to lift the veil, and he couldn't help but feel nervous...
While Huan Xin was exploring the doubts in his heart in Beiming's secret room, Wei Xuanhe once again stood in front of the Guanyin Pavilion's formation!
The two-year agreement has also come. He came here to marry Ouyang Qingxue, the master of Guanyin Pavilion.
Leng Fu was in the formation, looking at the last descendant of Shushan with a complicated expression! He knew that one day these purple and green swords would definitely join together, but for this reason, the descendant of Shushan actually used this method!
Did he really put aside his views on the sect and his identity as a righteous disciple and come to marry a witch from the "devil sect"?
Leng Fu also admired this courage in his heart. He thought that if the whole world knew that this descendant of Shushan who was crazy about plundering treasures from other sects was to marry the master of Guanyin Pavilion, would the entire decent world join forces to attack him? Woolen cloth?
This is undoubtedly going against everyone in the world. Is this silly boy really not afraid?
Ouyang Qingxue on the side looked at Wei Xuanhe standing outside the barrier with a complicated expression, but there was a hint of joy in his heart! After all, this man kept his word, so was he really going to marry to Shushan?
Ouyang Qingxue's heart was confused for a moment. She didn't care about the consequences of being together with Wei Xuanhe. After all, Guanyin Pavilion had not seen any storms in hundreds of years!
It's just that she doesn't seem to be ready to be someone else's bride. Even though she has dreamed of this day countless times, when this day actually comes, who wouldn't lose track?
