The night is getting darker.
As Chen Mo gradually approached the attic shrouded in the shadow of the moon, he realized that it was quite different from the outside world - the whole was supported by sixty-four gilt pillars, and the seven flying eaves showed its majesty. The two-color glazed tiles on the roof were similar to the six The floors together form a building about twelve feet high.
Heptagonal pavilions are extremely rare in the outside world. Needless to say, this building must be at least a thousand years old.
"Tap tap..."
The footsteps were in an orderly manner. Chen Mo and Meng Qianqiu were separated by a distance. It was too close and it was unsafe. If they were too far, they were worried about the other party making small moves.
After all, they haven't entered the attic yet, and the spiritual contract signed by the two has not yet taken effect.
"Meng Qianqiu, I have a question for you."
Chen Mo knew that this scene was hard-won, and if he didn't take advantage of this to clarify his doubts, he might not have much chance in the future.
"explain."
Seeing that she was not angry, Chen Mo immediately said:
"Others call you Meng Qianqiu, but I saw your surname in some places, which is the word "Xun Meng". What is your surname?"
Meng Qianqiu glanced back and said coldly: "Does it have anything to do with you?"
Chen Mo said: "Just satisfy the curiosity of a dying man."
There was no reply from the other party, and he seemed to be thinking about something. After nearly half the journey, Meng Qianqiu slowly replied:
"My mother's name is Qin Meng, and I take my mother's last name."
Chen Mo was silent for a long time. It was common knowledge that children would take their father's surname. He was really surprised that the man in front of him dared to do something unique.
"Then your name should be Qin Qianqiu." Chen Mo asked.
"Yes, it was called this name a long time ago. Unfortunately, after meeting the master, he was not satisfied, but he followed some of my wishes. This is the origin of the name. Are you satisfied?"
Chen Mo nodded and asked another question: "Everyone says that you like to kill people. Is this true?"
Meng Qianqiu paused, turned back to look at Chen Mo, and said gloomily: "Zhao Ping, don't push yourself too far."
"Okay, then just pretend I didn't say anything."
Chen Mo waved his hands. Anyway, he would make money by asking more questions. He had nothing to lose whether she answered or not.
At this time, after the conversation between the two, the attic was close at hand, and it only took a moment for them to go and explore it.
Chen Mo's eyes flashed. Although this building had windows, when looking up, it was all airtight and closed with white paper, which was different from the bamboo forest hut.
If he opened the door hastily, the musty and rotten smell that had not dissipated for thousands of years would hit his face in such a wide space. If Meng Qianqiu could lose consciousness for a moment, then he would have a chance to take action.
At this thought, Chen Mo quietly slowed down and distanced himself from her.
"Hmph, this Zhao Ping is really sinister!"
Meng Qianqiu sneered in her heart. How could she not know the dangers of the attic? If Zhao Ping calculated those inexperienced monks, there would be a slim chance of success. As for her...
At that moment, Meng Qianqiu raised his hand and struck a round blade, and the faint blue light hit the mahogany main door of the attic in the blink of an eye.
Chen Mo frowned.
The master will know the difference as soon as he makes a move. The total amount of spiritual power in the Qi refining period is only so much. If he uses a few spells that can kill the opponent, it's okay if he hits. If he doesn't hit, he doesn't need to take action. He will consume too much spiritual power. Collapsed first.
Therefore, before, the two people tacitly used magic weapons and the power of fists and kicks to fight against the enemy. In fact, they had deeper considerations.
But when Chen Mo saw this simple move, he knew that he was no longer her opponent.
The foundation of her condensed spiritual power is solid, which is three points higher than Chen Mo's Yin spiritual power. Even if the quality is compared to her, she is not inferior. How can Chen Mo have the confidence to fight with others?
"We must leave her side within three hours." Chen Mo concluded secretly.
Meng Qianqiu didn't know what Chen Mo was thinking. The moment after the sawdust flew, a heat wave quickly surged out along with the musty smell of decay. Even though they were some distance away from the attic, the two of them could still vaguely smell the pungent smell in the air. .
The two of them took action together, smashing the windows on the fifth floor above, and waited for more than an hour before entering the attic one after another.
Chen Mo was at the entrance, and on the right was the staircase leading to the upper floor. Meng Qianqiu explored the place in front of him alone, and found nothing but a large piece of rotten stuff.
"Go up to the second floor and take a look!"
Chen Mo took the lead, followed closely by Meng Qianqiu. As the view on the stairs gradually widened, the spacious and blurry hall on the second floor was clearly visible.
Meng Qianqiu patted the storage bag on her waist, and four lighting beads embedded in the corner of the room with a whoosh, making the place look like daylight.
With this, the two of them finally saw the situation here clearly.
Disorganized!
An alchemy furnace about nine feet high and covered with purple gold fell to the ground. Nearby, there was a large mass of ashes that had been extinguished for an unknown number of years. Due to the flowing air between the two of them, it started to flutter and tumble again.
Chen Mo pressed his left hand, and the spiritual energy instantly covered the wisp of dust. He looked around and saw that the drawers containing spiritual materials were scattered everywhere, bottles and jars were full of fragments, and there were many dried spiritual herbs whose medicinal properties had long been lost.
Meng Qianqiu slowly walked towards the alchemy furnace. She only touched it lightly, and a terrifying crack suddenly appeared on its surface.
Meng Qianqiu sighed, stood up and said to himself:
"It's been broken for a long time, and there's a layer of dust covering the cracks."
Chen Mo knew in his heart that this was meant for him, and he also understood that even if no one set foot in a place like this, the possibility of leaving rare items behind was very slim.
"What a pity for a high-quality alchemy furnace..."
Chen Mo secretly thought that it was a pity that the material of the alchemy furnace in front of him was enough to crush any other alchemy furnace he had ever seen. However, it was broken into half and could no longer be used even if it was the best.
Meng Qianqiu turned around and checked the classics on the bookshelf on the west side. Chen Mo also followed and picked up a book at random. Just the three-character title on it stumped him.
"You...don't you recognize this?"
In Chen Mo's mind, he recalled crazily the language passed down by the mysterious man in Tianji Villa, but no matter how he matched it, he had never seen these three words.
Chen Mo's heart was moved, and he looked at Meng Qianqiu quietly. He found that although this woman looked like she was struggling to read, the slight flash in her eyes revealed that she knew ancient characters!
"It turns out she can read..."
Chen Mo felt an unpleasant emotion. He pretended to flip through a few articles casually. With his already mentioned language proficiency, he could only recognize a dozen paragraphs.
Moreover, the preface does not match the postscript, and the meaning is piecemeal.
"These should be pharmacopoeia from thousands of years ago, and they are not of much value." Chen Mo thought to himself after combining the situation on the second floor and the passages he pieced together.
"Meng Qianqiu, don't hold on if you don't understand." Chen Mo chuckled and immediately threw the book aside, causing countless dust to rise.
"Huh, short-sighted!"
Meng Qianqiu read a few paragraphs and found that they were meaningless, so she moved forward again.
On the east side is a medicine cabinet that is two feet wide and about one and a half feet high. At this moment, most of it has collapsed. Nearly 90% of the drawers are scattered on the ground, and most of them are damaged. The herbs contained in it have also lost their spirituality.
“Who is wreaking havoc here?”
Meng Qianqiu knelt down again, and a piece of dark spiritual grass was pinched by her and turned into a small puddle of powder.
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