He didn't know that after he left, Shen Changge stopped Hezhou halfway and had a fight. Bailishu didn't go back to his cave directly, but went to Zangshu Pavilion on the right side of the main peak.
It is said that the pavilion actually occupies a very large area, stretching for a stretch, and various ancient scrolls and miscellaneous books are neatly arranged in different categories. In the middle is a pavilion somewhat similar in style to Biyong Pavilion.
In fact, there is a library pavilion in each peak and vein of Jiuxuanmen, but this library pavilion located on the main peak is the main pavilion. All that are preserved here are authentic copies, and none of them are high-quality goods.
The high pavilion in the middle can only be entered by the sect master and the peak master. It is said that there are even sword formulas written by ancient true immortals in it.
Bailishu also used his privilege as the senior brother of Jiuxuanmen to be able to enter the first three floors of the high pavilion.
"The Three Thousand Great Ways will be exhausted in their lifetime, and the world of mortals will not love Zizai Xian."
In front of the Mochen wood carvings on the third floor of Bailishu, he frowned slightly and looked at the reminder above.
"The world of mortals is not in love... the fairy of freedom..."
He whispered it a few times, but felt that these words were not as simple as they appeared on the surface. These sword-carved characters on the dark and thick wood are powerful, filled with an ethereal artistic conception.
only…
There is a faint sense of obscurity in the comfortable atmosphere exuded by the four words "The world is not in love", and the tip of the stroke is slightly light, as if the master was feeling a little helpless when writing these words. And at the end of the word "Zi Zai Xian", the pen mark became heavy again, as if the person who wrote this word saw something.
"They all think that they are not in love with the world of mortals, but are immortals at their own pace. Do you feel the same way?"
A soft and gentle voice suddenly sounded, and a man wearing a robe with light blue water pattern on a white background quietly appeared behind Baili Shu.
Baili Shu's long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Although the original owner was seriously ill, his cultivation and spiritual knowledge at the peak of the transformation god were real. But this person can completely avoid his spiritual consciousness and appear directly behind him, his cultivation must be unfathomable.
—Probably the elders guarding the library.
The man's face was young, and a cluster of coquettish flames burned slowly and steadily between his brows, which made his originally handsome and gentle face a little bit of shocking hostility.
Although this person looks young, it is not difficult for a cultivator to remain unchanged for hundreds of years.
When the other party appeared suddenly, Baili Shu didn't show much surprise. Hearing that he asked for his opinion on the inscription, Bailishu stared at the last few words for a long time, and said slowly: "Maybe it's the other way around."
"The other way around?"
A bright color flickered across the man's eyes, and the color of the flame between his brows suddenly deepened.
"The world of mortals does not miss the immortals, and the immortals can only leave freely... This is the first time, the first time..."
The mysterious man who suddenly appeared raised his head and let out a long sigh. He seemed to be unsteady, and the flame between his brows jumped violently.
Bailishu frowned, feeling the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly rise, and the heavy pressure was overlapping like a tide.
not good!
This is a harbinger of madness.
Bailishu didn't know what kind of cultivation the other party was, but just the aura leaked from the other party's trance could make it difficult for him to breathe when he reached the peak of transformation, so one can imagine the depth of the other party's cultivation.
He must be stopped.
Bailishu knew what was going on with him now, and his cultivation at the peak of Transformation God was all used to suppress the disease that might recur at any time. Don't talk about doing it, you can't even escape.
If this person really went mad, he would definitely be the first to suffer.
I don't know what the identity of this person is. He is the only one guarding the entire third floor of the Zangshu Pavilion. Up to now, no other elders have come out to stop him.
"Senior, senior."
Enduring the awe of the other party's breath, Baili Shu opened his mouth with some difficulty, wrapping his voice with spiritual consciousness, trying to wake up the man.
"The world of mortals... The world of mortals does not love..."
But the other party muttered to himself, his voice was sad, revealing an overwhelming desolation.
Baili Shu's mind turned sharply, and he didn't hesitate anymore, he took a step forward, raised his hand to hold the man's hand, and channeled his true energy over.
The attribute of the kung fu practiced by the original owner in order to suppress the disease is extremely cold. And judging from the flames between the eyebrows of this mysterious man and the breath leaking at this time, he should be practicing extreme yang-type exercises. Now, when he has not lost his temper, if he restrains with extreme cold true energy, there is still a tenth chance of awakening him.
It's just that, even if Bailishu, who was already seriously ill, managed to stop the man from going mad, he would have a serious illness relapse.
There is also a possibility that the man's cultivation base is too deep, and the demons are too serious. Instead of being able to stop him, Baili Shu has to take his own life in advance.
It can be said that he is taking a risk.
"A coward is nothing but a coward."
Clutching the opponent's wrist, Baili Shu's eyes turned cold. Bailishu's expression at this moment is very different from what Shen Changge saw in Hezhou.
Lofty, irrefutable, everything under control.
That is-
Strategizing with a seriously ill body, prospering the entire family with his own strength, the master of Baili who has calculated all the secrets.
"A coward is nothing but a coward."
The cold voice seemed to come from the distant sky, with a sense of looking down from above. Wenren's chaotic sanity was reprimanded by this cold voice, and he managed to recover a bit.
who
For hundreds of years, since he guarded Zangshu Pavilion, who would dare to reprimand him so unceremoniously.
After regaining his sanity for a while, Wen Renjiu felt a stream of icy zhenqi being held by his wrist continuously.
Compared with his own zhenqi, this amount of zhenqi is naturally too different, but it is extremely pure. For the chaotic zhenqi in his body at this moment, it is like sending charcoal in a timely manner, life-saving water.
It's just that Wen Renjiu didn't care about the crucial qi, but tried to concentrate and look at the speaker.
——Extremely deep and deep eyes, the bottom of the eyes is like the ice-covered extreme northern sea, beneath the ice is an unfathomable mystery.
The moment those eyes came into my mind, my mind, which was still somewhat confused, was miraculously fully awake. As soon as he regained his senses, Wen Renjiu understood that he had almost caused a catastrophe by having a demonic attack this time.
As soon as he regained consciousness, with Wen Renjiu's cultivation base, he calmed down the chaotic qi in his body in just a few breaths.
When he was sober, Baili Shu also reached his limit.
Seeing that the other person's eyes were clear again, Baili Shu let out a muffled snort, his throat felt sweet, and blood trickled down the corner of his lips. He reluctantly raised his hand to wipe away the blood from his lips, but he felt his eyes go dark, and then he fell into the darkness directly.
Wen Renjiu reached out to catch the fallen young man.
As soon as he caught it, he was slightly taken aback. The weight on the hand was extremely light, and the young man looked slender, but it was only when he hugged him that he was surprisingly thin. The young man released his hand, which hangs by his side, and the wrist bones are even more lonely, like rubbings on the ridge of a green mountain.
"how come… "
Wen Renjiu murmured, holding the young man's wrist with his backhand, and channeled his true energy over.
As soon as the true energy passed, Wen Renjiu's face changed slightly when he felt the situation in the young man's body that could be described as "the oil lamp was exhausted".
Based on his knowledge, the real qi in Bailishu's body could tell a lot about Bailishu's real situation. It was precisely because of finding out Baili Shu's condition that Wen Renjiu was so astonished.
A variety of serious illnesses plagued him, and his life was hanging by a thread. But even so, when talking with him, he couldn't see the slightest sign that the other party was suffering from illness all the time.
What a terrifying perseverance.
only…
Wen Renjiu lowered his head, the expression on his face changed.
Knowing one's own inner demons is the most dreaded thing for all practitioners, it is tantamount to a snake handing over its seven inches to human hands.
Thinking of this, the hostility on Wenren Jiu's handsome face became more and more obvious, and his backhand was about to chop off Baili Shutian's spiritual cover with a single palm.
The wind of the palm was sharp, brushing the hair around the young man's ears. And the young man fell asleep unconsciously, with blood on the corners of his lips.
The palm containing endless killing intent suddenly stopped when there was hardly any distance left from the top of the young man's head.
—Cowardly, but cowardly.
The young man's icy voice seemed to come from the top of the ice peak, carrying boundless coldness, like a god looking down, and then contemptuously made a conclusion.
Wen Renjiu let out a muffled snort, dissipating the true energy from his palm.
coward? He is indeed a coward.
——Because of the fear of inner demons, wanting to get rid of the person who saved his life, isn't this another kind of cowardice
A hint of self-deprecation flitted across Wenren Jiu's lips.
Ingratitude, but a rat.