Inside the room, Lu Xun held the copybook with a constipated expression on his face.
He tried his best but couldn't figure out what the gentleman meant.
It stands to reason that this kind of gift during the New Year should have good expectations for the new year.
My husband's expectation of me, condensed into one word, is... ugly
Just when he was puzzled, a prompt message popped up in front of him.
“[A copybook (purple) that contains mysterious power.]”
Lu Xun's curiosity was instantly aroused, and he continued to look down...
— There is nothing below.
Lu Xun: "???"
Damn it, the reminder message can still be eunuch
You???? Tell me, what kind of power is contained in it!
There are also three words [to be unlocked] written below the basic information.
And behind the three words [to be unlocked], there is still a countdown.
Lu Xun roughly estimated the time, and there was still more than an hour to unlock it, so the time was almost at... Choushi
When it is ugly, it is 1:00 am to 3:00 am in conversion.
"So the [ugly] written by Mr. refers to the [ugly] in the twelve earthly branches?" Lu Xun guessed in his heart.
"Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen..." Lu Xun chanted the twelve earthly branches in his mouth, feeling a sudden understanding in his heart.
It turns out that this word only represents an hour, and has no other meaning.
"This feels a bit like Patriarch Bodhi knocked Sun Wukong on the head three times and told him to come to my room for an appointment at the third watch." Lu Xun's thoughts began to diverge.
He closed the copybook in his hand again, and said in his heart: "I thought that Mr. wrote this word to have other meanings, it seems that I was thinking too much."
Since there is still more than an hour, it is better to practice the nameless exercises first. It would be a bit boring to just wait like this. You have to learn to find something for yourself to do.
Today's pain has not been enjoyed, he is going to have a shot.
Lu Xun sat cross-legged on the bed, and an unknown exercise began to circulate in his body. He was just about to practice when he felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual power.
"This is... Xiao Chan'er broke through?" Lu Xun asked in surprise.
"Could it be related to the copybook Mr. gave her?"
He didn't plan to practice for a while, but lay half on the bed and started to browse the forum, but he was actually paying attention to Lin Chan's cultivation.
The time spent browsing the forums always passed quickly, and only a quarter of an hour later, Lu Xun felt a slight wave of spiritual power again, and Lin Chan broke through again!
This is obviously not a natural breakthrough, it is definitely because of Mr.'s copybook!
It seems that Lin Chan's copybook has revealed its power at this very moment!
"What kind of words did the master write to Xiao Chan'er? And what is hidden in the copybook?" Lu Xun felt a little itchy and was very curious.
He continued to browse through the messy posts on the forum, of course, mainly looking at some photos.
But Lu Xun just idled and looked at them, and didn't criticize them as a man.
After about a quarter of an hour, Lin Chan actually broke through again.
She continued to break through like a bamboo tonight, and did not stop until the ninth level of the Breathing Qi Art.
So far, Lu Xun, the master, is already at level 2 of Gao Linchan.
This gave him a slight sense of urgency. After all, it would be a bit embarrassing if Lin Chan overtook him.
Hugging his apprentice's thigh... Although it seemed cool, but Lu Xun considered himself a decent person, he still wanted to let him cover the little mute as much as possible instead of the little mute covering him.
As time passed by, Lu Xun was not in a hurry anymore.
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At this moment, somewhere in the back mountain, the slightly drunk gentleman is still wearing a red robe, which is very eye-catching even at night.
The mute old man stood beside him quietly, holding a small lantern in his hand.
There was no candle in the little lantern. After he took out the lantern, some fireflies on the back mountain got into the lantern by themselves, making the whole little lantern sparkling, which was very miraculous.
The old man held a lantern with a boyish smile on his face.
He has always loved to play this hand in Houshan, and he has played it countless times in his life, but he never tires of it.
The gentleman glanced at him, and said to him: "Let's go, it's time to visit him after Chinese New Year."
The dumb old man naturally understood who he was talking about, and nodded quickly.
The gentleman left the ground slowly, and then flew towards the Tibetan mountain at a slow speed.
The dumb old man was following him. He even flew slower than ordinary monks. If the master hadn't waited for him, he would have flown to Tibetan Mountain long ago.
"Xiao Gui, look at yourself, and you've got a bit of talent in fighting." The gentleman turned his head and glanced at his old servant.
The little bookboy who used to follow behind him is now an old servant, an old man.
After hearing the words, the mute old man showed a flattering smile on his face, and then stretched out his two fingers.
He is expressing the number "two".
"Okay, okay, besides beating, your two swords are also useful." The gentleman said with dignity.
The dumb old man smiled happily as if a child had been praised by an adult. He even exerted a little force on the hand that was holding the crutch, and held the crutch in his right hand tightly.
After flying to the Tibetan mountain, the two circled around to the other side of the Tibetan mountain.
The Tibetan mountain is divided into two sides, one side houses the relics of the members of the Demon Sect, and the other side is the cemetery of those who died in the Demon Sect.
This is a mountain, but also a large tomb.
Looking up from the foot of the mountain, you can see the tombstones lined up on this side of the mountain.
Some buried human remains, others had only ashes left, and some had no ashes and were just clothes tombs.
On this side of the mountain, there are all dead people, only one cemetery is special, because the person in it has not died cleanly, and now he has become a "living dead".
The gentleman and the dumb old man did not fly directly to the tomb, but walked up the mountain from the foot of the mountain.
Due to the need to take care of the movements of the dumb old man, the speed of the two climbing the mountain was extremely slow.
But Mr. has always walked in small steps, once the small steps are slow, it will look even weirder.
It was very dark on the mountain, except for the moonlight, only the little lantern in the hand of the dumb old man could bring light.
But for some reason, there wasn't much gloom here.
When he was almost halfway up the mountain, Mr. took a few steps to the left, then stomped his feet lightly, a translucent ripple appeared in the air, a faint light enveloped him and the dumb old man, and then disappeared not see.
In this mountain, there is also a small world.
In other words, there is a place like the tomb of the living dead inside, a tomb within a tomb.
And the person inside is naturally the number one sword cultivator in the world, the founder of the Demon Sect, and the eldest disciple of Mr....
——The Yan Li who had been locked up in death gate for many years.
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