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I just heard the voice of the old man, but I didn't see the old man singing and screaming and stroking the sword to Lingyun!

Bai Yuehua quietly faced the stone couch and stood with her hands behind her back.

The stone room was empty, and the piece that could barely be called a couch was also a piece of stone cut from the door.Zhang Zhou once visited Wu Zhuopu's stone room on the upper level of Zhuoran Peak's stone wall, and it was similar to such a space.

Earlier, Bai Yuehua gave Zhang Zhou the sword that Wu Zhuopu had given him, put all the remaining relics into the storage bag, and waved Zhang Zhou out.

The other four left the stone room silently, leaving him there alone.

This silence is one night.

Shentu Huangsu was not far from the entrance of the stone room, he stood leaning against the stone wall of the passage with his arms crossed, he looked in from time to time, and most of the time he looked down at the ground, feeling quite uncomfortable.

At the intersection of some passages, Zhang Zhou and the three of them stayed in a daze, laying on the floor.Gu Qiujuan deliberately kept a distance from Zhang Zhou and the two, so as not to be stimulated by the two people's tired appearance at any time.

After waking up from sleep, his mood calmed down a bit, Zhang Zhou probed in to look at Bai Yuehua's back, and then at Shentu Huangsu.In the original book, Wu Zhuopu only exists in Bai Yuehua's memory, and after being defeated by Hua Wanqing, Wu Zhuopu's body description will appear in large sections.From the point of view of his former straight man, it is nothing more than the friendship between brothers and sisters, the sympathy and remembrance of fellow sword cultivators.

However, this time is different from the past. After he completely opened the door to the new world, everything he sees is basic love.Could it be that Wu Zhuopu really has that kind of relationship with Boss White?

"Didn't you say that my uncle's eyes are ruthless, and his heart is like still water?" Zhang Zhou elbowed Hua Wanqing next to him.

"Ruthless is not unfeeling." Hua Wanqing saw his gloom recede, and pulled him into her arms. "Your master asked him, what is his sword? If he was heartless, he would not have given that answer."

Leaning against Hua Wanqing's warm chest, dispelled the lingering chill from his back.He still had doubts in his heart: "You don't use a sword, how do you know what the sword repairer is thinking?"

"Sword repair also takes martial arts as its way, and all martial arts practitioners rely on their own strength. Whether it is sword repair or sword repair, all paths lead to the same goal."

"Okay, that's what you said makes sense." Zhang Zhou nodded, and then asked: "Then tell me why the uncle's answer to my master is ruthless and not ruthless?"

"The protection your uncle said is the guardian of the Tao, guarding the Tao in his heart. A defender of the Tao will not have love in his heart, that is ruthless. And a heartless person only cares about himself, how can he protect it? Your uncle What I chose was a way to torture my heart." After talking about it, Hua Wanqing couldn't help but sigh.

The heart is like still water, the heart is like dead ashes, but it's just a thought, and Bai Yuehua's heart can only be understood by himself.

Hua Wanqing's last sigh made Zhang Zhou realize something.He probably connected with Bai Yuehua's real tragedy in the original book.Lan Xiyu's death was just the culmination of the contradictions in the story, but it was the pressure on him that made Bai Yuehua stubborn and irreversible.From the beginning of the rumors about his life experience, he was forced to speak with his strength, but with the destruction of the Nine Heavens Gate, his strength became a mockery of him, and in the end he could only pin his hatred on Hua Wanqing.I'm afraid that even if he defeats Hua Wanqing in the original book, he won't be able to get relief, because his way has long since disappeared.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhou couldn't help but rejoice that his decision to prevent Bai Yuehua from turning black was the right one.After he figured it out, he suddenly became curious about the Wuti root that Wu Zhuopu asked Bai Yuehua to take.

"What is Utigen?"

"I've never heard of it." Hua Wanqing shook his head.

Zhang Zhou contacted old ghost Qianji in his mind to ask, but there was no answer.In this way, he became even more curious. Apparently, Wu Zhuopu came to Suchuan specifically to find this thing.

When Gu Qiujuan heard that he asked Hua Wanqing to no avail, he took the initiative to speak up and said, "I know this."

"Tell me, what is this thing for?" Zhang Zhou stood up straight and left Hua Wanqing's chest.

"This is a kind of mandala unique to Suchuan. There is a kind of white-bellied jackdaw in Suchuan. Before laying eggs, it will peck the white feathers of its abdomen and put it in the nest. Jackdaws rub their injured abdomens on the stems of datura flowers. The stems of datura flowers soaked in the blood of white-bellied jackdaws are the root of Wuti. In Chijie's local medicine, this substance is used to treat skin Illness." Gu Qiujuan asked Zhang Zhoudao after explaining, "Someone in your family suffers from a stubborn skin disease that cannot be cured for a long time?"

Just as Zhang Zhou was about to answer, he caught a glimpse of Bai Yuehua standing at the corner of the passage, hurriedly stopped the topic, cupped his hands and said, "Little uncle!"

Bai Yuehua lifted his upper body with spiritual power, and said, "I understand! Go back to Donglin."

The magic circle in the labyrinth has already repaired itself.The five people went out according to the same way as when they came in. Gu Qiujuan took the lead and rushed out after breaking through the maze.

Yun Zhou flew for a day, and the five of them still found an inn before nightfall.

After dinner, Bai Yuehua called Zhang Zhou to his room and handed him the Yin Yang wooden sword.

"Aren't you going to keep Master Uncle as a souvenir?" Zhang Zhou asked in surprise.

"This pair of wooden swords was originally for beginners to practice. I have no disciples, so you can pass them on to future generations!" Bai Yuehua said coldly. "I have no teacher and no father, and my swordsmanship was all taught by Senior Brother Wu. I couldn't bear the fact that my senior brother has no successors, so I severely punished you. I will hand over all the inheritance of my senior brother to you, and I hope you will pass on the sword manual."

"Yes! This disciple will definitely disappoint my uncle!" Zhang Zhou stepped forward, bowed his head respectfully, and took the two wooden swords with both hands.

After Zhang Zhou took away the wooden sword, Bai Yuehua said again: "I will tell senior brother about your master's funeral, you don't have to worry about it. Do what you should do after returning to Donglin."

"Yes!"

After explaining everything, Bai Yuehua let him go back to his room.

When he returned to the guest room, he saw Hua Wanqing sitting at the desk and playing with a glass hairpin.He immediately recognized the hairpin as the gold-encrusted glass hairpin he had given to Zheng Zhanyan.

"Why did you take this hairpin?"

"That woman is not worthy." Hua Wanqing put away the glass hairpin while saying so.

Zhang Zhou could see that he was jealous, so he smiled and said, "That hairpin is not worth much. I put it on to buy the old ghost's things." At the beginning, he really had the intention of chasing Zheng Zhanyan, so he gave it away , after all, he can't wear it either.

"It's not a matter of value." Hua Wanqing raised his hand to catch him, and pulled him down.After hugging his full arms, he rubbed his cheek and said, "Even I have never received your gift, and others are even less qualified to have it."

"You really are small-minded!" Zhang Zhou pushed his shoulder away with red ears.Then he took out the pair of rings given by the Supreme Elder from the storage bag, and said, "Hey! You pick one. Only one!"

"Why only one? I want all the porridge!"

"You need to grow up! You and me, this is a couple, okay!" Zhang Zhou glared at him angrily, and cursed.

Hua Wanqing laughed loudly, and said, "I want you to help me put it on!"

He had reason to believe that Hua Wanqing did it on purpose, but still blushing, he picked up a ring and put it on Hua Wanqing's left ring finger.This act of trapping the other party made him tremble in his heart. From now on, this man will be his!

"Why do you wear it on this finger? What's the significance?" Hua Wanqing raised his hand to look at it and asked him.

"In my hometown, there is a legend." Zhang Zhou bit his lower lip and decided to make nonsense. "There was a monkey who learned magic and fought with a monk. It was farther than flying. The monkey flew for a long time. At the foot of the five high mountains, he waited for a long time before the great monk came. He was impatient and didn't want to wait any longer, so he urinated at the foot of one of the mountains and circled the mountain. He flew back triumphantly to find the great monk and bragged I flew to the edge of the sky. The great monk smiled and asked him to look back. It turned out that the monkey flew a long way without flying out of the palm of the great monk. The foot of the mountain where he peed was the ring finger of the great monk. Later, people in my hometown learned A monkey pissing around the mountain, whoever he likes, put a circle on his finger, and he can take him home to be his wife."

Seeing Zhang Zhou's serious nonsense, Hua Wanqing suppressed a smile, took another ring and put it on his left ring finger while he was not paying attention. "Hey! You set me up once, I set you up once, we're even! From now on, you'll be mine!"

"No, since it's even, how come I'm yours?"

"What's mine is yours! What's the problem?"

"no problem!"

Hua Wanqing's is his, he loves to hear that!

Before he could react, Hua Wanqing quickly pulled him onto her lap, hugged him and kissed him.

"I have something for you too." Having kissed enough, Hua Wanqing was still reluctant to let go of him, so she let him lean into her arms.

"What?" Upon hearing that there was a gift, Zhang Zhou's eyes lit up immediately.

Seeing Hua Wanqing take out a small piece of black colored glass, he curled his lips.

"Including this, how much of the old ghost's key is left?" Hua Wanqing asked.

Zhang Zhou struggled, took out all the original pieces and put them together on the desk, and finally added the piece Hua Wanqing gave.The whole key was pieced together into a palm-sized maple leaf, with only a small corner left on the broken half of the leaf tip. "Old devil! Your key is almost finished!" He laughed.

"Can you trouble Hua Wanqing to glue the key together?" Old Ghost Qianji asked aloud.

"How do we do it?" Hua Wanqing readily agreed.

"Put the fragments into the purple fire that has been fused with the chaotic fire. The bonded key will be able to sense the last missing fragment."

It didn't take long for Wanqing to complete this simple step, old ghost Qianji thanked him again and again before silently disappearing.

Zhang Zhou played with the glued key against the light.The key fragments were bonded together by Hua Wanqing's sintering, the seams were completely invisible, and the surface was as bright as new, if not for a corner missing.Through the candlelight, Zhang Zhou saw layers of texture like shell growth rings inside the key, and the black glass layer shining like black pearls.

Hua Wanqing snatched the key and stuffed it into the Thousand Machine Bracelet, and with a smooth stroke, took off the Thousand Machine Bracelet.

Seeing that he picked the bracelet neatly, Zhang Zhou immediately realized what he wanted to do, and it was too late to get up.

"Shuangxiu won't get tired." Hua Wanqing pressed him on the desk, preventing him from rebutting.Pressing his lips and tongue toss and turn, kissing him thoroughly, patting his clothes twice, the dragon scale armor shrunk and fell into his hands.

The end of spring overnight, the good night is short.

We agreed on dual cultivation, but someone behind thought that dual cultivation was not enough, and turned Zhang Zhou into a salted fish.He had to get up early in the morning to meditate to recover.

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