“Wow!”
The moment the flying sword touched it, the entire coffin collapsed and turned into powder.
The spirit can come and go freely.
But if the object wants to get out of the coffin, it must destroy the coffin.
A stocking tied to a wooden stick flew out from the powder on the ground.
The flying sword leads the way.
A hole was soon opened in the tomb.
Luo Qingzhou carefully flew out of the cave, holding the wooden stick tied to the stockings.
The sky outside is dark.
The surrounding tombs are shrouded in dark air and a gloomy atmosphere.
Luo Qingzhou did not stay any longer and left this lifeless space with the wooden stick.
Return to the stone chamber.
The body was still lying on the quilt, resting.
And the little white rabbit was still biting his shoes, one on each side.
But it seems that they have all fallen asleep.
Luo Qingzhou ignored them, put away his silk stockings, put down the wooden stick, and returned to his senses.
He opened his eyes, but did not stand up immediately.
He recalled the strange words he had just memorized in his mind again and played them again word by word. He felt relieved when he saw that nothing was missed.
If these characters are really the language of the demon race, then it would probably be difficult for him to recognize them all.
He decided to go to various bookstores in Mo City tomorrow to see if there were any books about the demon language.
If there is, he can only learn it slowly, word by word.
I have memorized tens of thousands of words in my mind.
I don’t know how long it will take for me to be able to recognize them all.
As for wanting to understand it all, it is probably even more difficult.
But there's no rush.
When we go to Kyoto, there should be more and more diverse books there, and there will probably be a lot of books about the demon race.
I'll study it slowly when the time comes.
Without thinking any more, he stood up and picked up the black wooden stick on the ground.
The tentacles are cold.
Judging from the weight, it is a little heavy, not like a wooden stick, but more like an iron stick.
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
He held it in both hands and waved it a few times, but found nothing unusual.
He looked at a rock in front of him, walked over with the wooden stick in his hand, and immediately put all his strength into his arms, and hit the rock with a "swish".
"Bang!"
Stone chips flew everywhere, and the rock was instantly smashed into pieces!
Luo Qingzhou looked at the wooden stick in his hand, which was intact and had almost no trace left, and was secretly surprised.
This wooden stick is truly extraordinary. No wonder it has been preserved from ancient times to the present day.
Very hard!
But there is also a sense of flexibility in the hardness.
When you hit hard, the flexibility can directly dissipate the counterattacking force without hurting the palm of hand and arm.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He continued to hit the wall next to him a few more times.
The hard stone wall was suddenly covered with flying stone chips and cracks.
The wooden stick in his hand remained intact.
"nice one!"
Luo Qingzhou stroked the head of the stick and praised secretly.
At this moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The head of the stick that had just hit the stone wall seemed to have become a little thicker.
He quickly held the entire wooden stick across his chest and looked at it carefully from beginning to end. Sure enough, the head of the stick that had just hit the stone wall seemed to have swelled and become thicker.
He remembered it very clearly. Before the wooden stick hit him, the front, back, middle and entire body were of the same thickness, with no difference.
Strange, this thing can get swollen
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He held the stick and hit the wall again.
After hitting it for dozens of times, he found that the swollen area did not become thicker and remained the same as before.
But after the violent beating just now, the head of the stick is still intact.
"Hiss..."
At this moment, there was a sudden sharp pain from the wound on the back of his hand.
At the same time, the white gauze has been dyed red.
Luo Qingzhou then remembered that his hands were still injured, and the wounds that had just healed were torn open again.
He didn't dare to move anymore, and quickly put the black wooden stick in his hand into the storage bag and sat down on the ground.
There were waves of sharp pain in both hands.
It lasted for a long time before slowly subsiding.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to run around anymore. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to breathe in and out according to the pictures in the book to temper his internal organs.
A day passes in the blink of an eye.
After dark outside.
He stood up again, dragging the two little white rabbits into the middle passage, wanting to see if there would be another space inside.
But what disappointed him was still that cemetery.
Luo Qingzhou did not stay any longer. He left through the secret passage, washed himself briefly at the bottom of the lake, and then went ashore.
Return to Meixiang Garden.
After dinner, Luo Qingzhou did not take a bath, nor did he go to the backyard to practice boxing.
I returned to the study and read quietly on the couch.
There are still more than two months until the autumn exam.
He had to read all the books again, memorize them, and understand them thoroughly.
Xiaodie and Qiu'er were helping him wash clothes and brush his shoes in the courtyard.
The night is quiet and the evening breeze is particularly gentle.
A full moon rose in the sky, and the white moonlight fell in front of the window.
The Sun and Moon Mirror on the table quietly absorbed the moonlight and condensed spiritual fluid.
The dark red gem next to it, the central part, finally began to show a hint of luster.
The grayish-white tree root in the vase was still immersed in the clear water, quiet and without any reaction.
It’s almost midnight.
The door was gently pushed open.
Qiu'er poked her head in and asked softly, "Uncle..."
"don't want."
Before she could finish, Luo Qingzhou directly refused: "I'm a little tired tonight, and I plan to rest early."
There are still injuries on my hands and my bones still hurt a little, but I can't stand any more pain.
"oh."
Qiu'er said nothing more and closed the door.
Luo Qingzhou read the book for a while before returning to bed.
Then his soul left his body.
Passed through the roof and flew into the air.
The moonlight is bright and the sky is full of stars.
It was a nice day tonight, but when he thought of the horrible training last night, he still felt a little uneasy.
Travel quickly all the way.
When we arrived at Yuanyang Tower, the moon-white figure was already waiting on the eaves.
Luo Qingzhou stepped forward and greeted her: "Sister Yue."
The moon-white figure said nothing, flew into the air, and headed towards the temple in the outer city.
Luo Qingzhou followed behind and couldn't help but ask: "Sister Yue, can you be gentler tonight?"
The moon-white figure still did not respond.
Soon, the two arrived at the bell tower in the temple.
As soon as Luo Qingzhou floated in, he took out the two little red stockings without any hesitation, put one in his mouth and held the other in his hand to prevent Sister Yue from making another sudden attack.
The moon-white figure glanced at him indifferently, his sleeves moved slightly, and a light curtain suddenly lit up around the clock tower.
Luo Qingzhou bit the stockings in his mouth tightly, his expression solemn and ready for battle.
"when-"
The bell rang.
A terrible sound wave came rushing over.
Luo Qingzhou was blown away.
Then, like a boat in the waves, it began to pitch and fly back and forth between the clock tower and the light curtain.
Layer upon layer of sound waves compressed, rounded, and stretched his body, causing all kinds of collisions and squeezing.
Severe pain comes!
Luo Qingzhou bit the stockings in his mouth tightly, trying his best to keep his mind clear.
"when-"
"when-"
The bell rang continuously, and the sound waves were like hurricane waves, which made him dizzy and weak all over. He almost couldn't hold on.
The bell finally stopped ringing when he was numb and dying.
Tonight seemed more painful.
But he was stronger tonight and didn't utter a single scream or beg for mercy.
He fell to the ground, collapsed in the corner, puffed up his cheeks, and breathed heavily through his nose.
After a long time.
He raised his hand, pulled out the stockings that were stuffed in his mouth, and exhaled deeply.
A moon-white figure stood beside him, looking at him with cold eyes.
Luo Qingzhou rested for a while, then stood up and said, "Sister Yue, it's okay, I can still hold on."
After saying that, he stuffed the other little red stocking into his mouth and bit it tightly.
"when-"
The bell rang again.
The moon-white figure looked at his distorted face and body, still with a cold expression and saying nothing.
Nearly another half hour passed.
The bell finally stopped.
Luo Qingzhou collapsed on the ground and lay there for a long time before he stood up, pulled the stockings out of his mouth, and looked down at his chest.
The recovered body seemed to be more solid than before.
Inside the chest, there is a ball of light flickering faintly, like a heart.
"Sister Yue, what is this?"
He asked curiously.
The white figure said calmly: "Hun Xin, you should be breaking through soon."
He just said this and didn't say anything more.
Luo Qingzhou leaned on the railing behind him, looked at the ancient clock in front of him with lingering feelings, and said: "Sister Yue, do you want to continue later?"
The moon-white figure did not answer. He stared at him for a while, flew out, and said, "Tomorrow night."
After saying this, he disappeared like the moonlight dissipating.
Luo Qingzhou stared blankly at the place where she disappeared, feeling a little strange. He always felt that Sister Yue seemed colder than before tonight.
What did he do wrong
After resting for a while on the bell tower, he didn't dare to stay any longer and immediately got up and left.
While flying towards the Qin Mansion, he took out the message.
He decided to ask Sister Yue to see if she recognized those strange words.
Of course, to be on the safe side, he would just send two words. If the other party really knew them, he would shuffle the order and ask word by word.
He had originally planned to ask Sister Yue tonight, but the other party did not give him the chance to ask. He didn't know if he had encountered something today, so he was in a bad mood tonight.
After thinking for a while, he wrote on the treasure: Xiaoyue, are you there? Have you heard of the demon tribe
After a while, the message came back.
Yes, brother. As for the demon tribe, of course I have heard of it. Why are you asking this
Luo Qingzhou was delighted and quickly wrote down a word of the demon race: "My dear sister, do you know this word? Is it a word of the demon race?"
The message was quickly replied: Good brother, it should be the words of the demon tribe, where did you see it? But my sister doesn't know it very well, but my sister is very familiar with the words of the demon tribe.
"Senior sister? Sister Yue?"
When Luo Qingzhou saw this reply, he was immediately moved and quickly replied: Okay, Xiaoyue, you are busy, I won’t disturb you.
Xiaoyue: Good brother, I won’t bother you at all. I’m just bored right now. Can you chat with me for a while
Luo Qingzhou ignored him, put away the message, and flew directly to Yuanyang Tower.
at the same time.
On the eaves of Yuanyang Tower.
The moon-white figure was bathing in the pure moonlight, standing there motionless, with lines of small words clearly appearing on the jade in his hand.
She raised her head and looked at the figure flying rapidly from the darkness not far away. She slowly put away the jade in her hand, and her beautiful face was as cold as snow.