Chapter 135
Inside the house, Lu Xun held the calligraphy, with a constipated expression on his face.
He couldn't figure out what Mr. means.
It is reasonable to say that this new year's gift should be with good expectations for the new year.
Sir's expectation of me, condensed into one word, is... Ugly?
Just when he was puzzled, a prompt message jumped out of his eyes.
"[a calligraphy note (purple) containing mysterious power.]
Lu Xun's curiosity was suddenly aroused, and then he continued to look down
——There's nothing down there.
Lu Xun: "??"
Lying trough, can the prompt information be eunuch?
you ™️ Tell me what power it contains!
Three words [to be unlocked] are also written below the basic information.
After the word "to be unlocked", there is a countdown.
Lu Xun estimated the time. It will take more than an hour to unlock. Then, the time is almost at... Ugly hour?
In the morning, the conversion is 1:00-3:00 in the morning.
"So the [ugliness] written by Mr. refers to the [ugliness] in the twelve Branches?" Lu Xun guessed in his heart.
"Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen..." Lu Xun talked about the twelve Earthly Branches in his mouth, and there was a feeling of sudden understanding in his heart.
It turns out that this word only represents an hour. It has no other meaning.
"It felt like the Bodhi master knocked on the monkey king's head three times and told him to come to my house for a wave at the third watch." Lu Xun's thinking began to spread.
He closed the calligraphy note in his hand again and said in his heart, "I thought Sir wrote this word has other meanings. It seems that I think more."
Since there is still more than one hour, it's better to practice the unknown skill first. If you wait like this, it's a little boring. You should learn to find something to do for yourself.
Today's pain hasn't been enjoyed yet. He's ready to give it a shot.
Lu Xun sat cross legged on the bed. His body began to work with unknown skills. As soon as he was ready to practice, he felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual power.
"This is... The little cicada has broken through?" Lu Xun was surprised.
"Does it have anything to do with the notes Mr. gave her?"
For a moment, he was not ready to practice, but half lying in bed and began to brush the forum, but he had been paying attention to Lin Chan's practice.
The time to brush the forum always passed quickly. Only a quarter of an hour later, Lu Xun felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual power, and Lin Chan broke through again!
This is obviously not a natural breakthrough, definitely because of Mr. Zhang's calligraphy!
It seems that Lin Chan's calligraphy has revealed its power at this moment!
"What's the word Mr. wrote for little cicada? And what's in the calligraphy?" Lu Xun felt itchy and curious.
He continued to browse the messy posts in the forum. Of course, he was mainly looking at some photos.
However, Lu Xun was just idle and bored, and did not criticize them.
After about a quarter of an hour, Lin Chan broke through again.
She broke through like a bamboo tonight and didn't stop until she reached the ninth floor of Shiqi Jue.
So far, Lu Xun, the master, has reached level 2 higher than Lin Chan.
This gave him a slight sense of urgency. After all, it would be a bit embarrassing if he was overtaken by Lin Chan.
Holding the apprentice's thigh... Although it seems cool, Lu Xun thinks he is an individual face man. He still wants to cover the little mute as much as possible, not the little mute.
As time passed, Lu Xun was not in a hurry.
……
……
At the moment, somewhere in the back mountain, the drunken gentleman is still wearing a red robe, which is very eye-catching even at night.
The mute old man stood quietly beside him with a small lantern in his hand.
There was no candle in the small lantern. After he took out the lantern, some fireflies on the back mountain got into the lantern by themselves and made the whole small lantern bright and strange.
The old man was carrying a lantern with a juvenile smile on his face.
He always likes to play this skill in Houshan. He has played it many times in his life, but he just enjoys it.
Mr. looked at him and said to him, "let's go. It's time to see him for the new year."
The mute old man naturally understood who he was in his husband's mouth and quickly nodded.
Sir, the whole person left the ground slowly, and then flew towards the Tibetan mountain at a slow speed.
The mute old man followed him. He even flew slower than ordinary monks. If he hadn't waited for him, sir, he would have flown to the Tibetan mountain.
"Xiao Gui, look at yourself. You're a little good at carrying and beating." the gentleman turned his head and looked at his old servant.
The little schoolboy who used to follow behind his ass has now become an old servant and an old man.
After hearing the speech, the mute old man showed a flattering smile on his face, and then stretched out his two fingers.
He is expressing the number "two".
"All right, all right, in addition to carrying and beating, your two swords also make a living." the gentleman was very proud.
The mute old man was like a child who was praised by adults. He smiled very happily. Even the hand holding the crutch made a little effort and held the crutch of his right hand tightly.
After flying to the Tibetan mountain, they made a circle and went to the other side of the Tibetan mountain.
The Tibetan mountain is divided into two sides. On one side are the relics of the people of the demon sect, and on the other side are the cemeteries of the dead people of the demon sect.
This is a mountain and a big tomb.
From the foot of the mountain to the mountain, you can see the tombstones on this side of the mountain.
Some are buried bodies, others are only ashes, and some ashes are gone, just clothes graves.
On this side of the mountain, there are all dead people. Only one cemetery is special, because the man inside didn't die clean. Now he has become a "living dead man".
Mr. and the mute old man didn't fly directly to the tomb, but walked up the mountain from the foot of the mountain.
Due to the action of taking care of the mute old man, the speed of climbing is very slow.
Mr. always takes small steps. Once he slows down, it will look more strange.
The mountain is very dark. Except for the moonlight, only the small lantern in the hand of the mute old man can bring light.
But somehow, there's not much gloom here.
Almost halfway up the mountain, Mr. took a few steps to the left, and then stamped his feet gently. A translucent ripple opened in the air. A faint light shrouded him and the dumb old man, and then disappeared.
There is also a small world in this mountain.
Or there is a place like the tomb of the living dead, a tomb in the tomb.
The people inside are naturally the first sword cultivator in the world, the founder of the demon sect and the eldest disciple of Mr
——The Yan Li who has been closed for many years.
……
He couldn't figure out what Mr. means.
It is reasonable to say that this new year's gift should be with good expectations for the new year.
Sir's expectation of me, condensed into one word, is... Ugly?
Just when he was puzzled, a prompt message jumped out of his eyes.
"[a calligraphy note (purple) containing mysterious power.]
Lu Xun's curiosity was suddenly aroused, and then he continued to look down
——There's nothing down there.
Lu Xun: "??"
Lying trough, can the prompt information be eunuch?
you ™️ Tell me what power it contains!
Three words [to be unlocked] are also written below the basic information.
After the word "to be unlocked", there is a countdown.
Lu Xun estimated the time. It will take more than an hour to unlock. Then, the time is almost at... Ugly hour?
In the morning, the conversion is 1:00-3:00 in the morning.
"So the [ugliness] written by Mr. refers to the [ugliness] in the twelve Branches?" Lu Xun guessed in his heart.
"Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen..." Lu Xun talked about the twelve Earthly Branches in his mouth, and there was a feeling of sudden understanding in his heart.
It turns out that this word only represents an hour. It has no other meaning.
"It felt like the Bodhi master knocked on the monkey king's head three times and told him to come to my house for a wave at the third watch." Lu Xun's thinking began to spread.
He closed the calligraphy note in his hand again and said in his heart, "I thought Sir wrote this word has other meanings. It seems that I think more."
Since there is still more than one hour, it's better to practice the unknown skill first. If you wait like this, it's a little boring. You should learn to find something to do for yourself.
Today's pain hasn't been enjoyed yet. He's ready to give it a shot.
Lu Xun sat cross legged on the bed. His body began to work with unknown skills. As soon as he was ready to practice, he felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual power.
"This is... The little cicada has broken through?" Lu Xun was surprised.
"Does it have anything to do with the notes Mr. gave her?"
For a moment, he was not ready to practice, but half lying in bed and began to brush the forum, but he had been paying attention to Lin Chan's practice.
The time to brush the forum always passed quickly. Only a quarter of an hour later, Lu Xun felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual power, and Lin Chan broke through again!
This is obviously not a natural breakthrough, definitely because of Mr. Zhang's calligraphy!
It seems that Lin Chan's calligraphy has revealed its power at this moment!
"What's the word Mr. wrote for little cicada? And what's in the calligraphy?" Lu Xun felt itchy and curious.
He continued to browse the messy posts in the forum. Of course, he was mainly looking at some photos.
However, Lu Xun was just idle and bored, and did not criticize them.
After about a quarter of an hour, Lin Chan broke through again.
She broke through like a bamboo tonight and didn't stop until she reached the ninth floor of Shiqi Jue.
So far, Lu Xun, the master, has reached level 2 higher than Lin Chan.
This gave him a slight sense of urgency. After all, it would be a bit embarrassing if he was overtaken by Lin Chan.
Holding the apprentice's thigh... Although it seems cool, Lu Xun thinks he is an individual face man. He still wants to cover the little mute as much as possible, not the little mute.
As time passed, Lu Xun was not in a hurry.
……
……
At the moment, somewhere in the back mountain, the drunken gentleman is still wearing a red robe, which is very eye-catching even at night.
The mute old man stood quietly beside him with a small lantern in his hand.
There was no candle in the small lantern. After he took out the lantern, some fireflies on the back mountain got into the lantern by themselves and made the whole small lantern bright and strange.
The old man was carrying a lantern with a juvenile smile on his face.
He always likes to play this skill in Houshan. He has played it many times in his life, but he just enjoys it.
Mr. looked at him and said to him, "let's go. It's time to see him for the new year."
The mute old man naturally understood who he was in his husband's mouth and quickly nodded.
Sir, the whole person left the ground slowly, and then flew towards the Tibetan mountain at a slow speed.
The mute old man followed him. He even flew slower than ordinary monks. If he hadn't waited for him, sir, he would have flown to the Tibetan mountain.
"Xiao Gui, look at yourself. You're a little good at carrying and beating." the gentleman turned his head and looked at his old servant.
The little schoolboy who used to follow behind his ass has now become an old servant and an old man.
After hearing the speech, the mute old man showed a flattering smile on his face, and then stretched out his two fingers.
He is expressing the number "two".
"All right, all right, in addition to carrying and beating, your two swords also make a living." the gentleman was very proud.
The mute old man was like a child who was praised by adults. He smiled very happily. Even the hand holding the crutch made a little effort and held the crutch of his right hand tightly.
After flying to the Tibetan mountain, they made a circle and went to the other side of the Tibetan mountain.
The Tibetan mountain is divided into two sides. On one side are the relics of the people of the demon sect, and on the other side are the cemeteries of the dead people of the demon sect.
This is a mountain and a big tomb.
From the foot of the mountain to the mountain, you can see the tombstones on this side of the mountain.
Some are buried bodies, others are only ashes, and some ashes are gone, just clothes graves.
On this side of the mountain, there are all dead people. Only one cemetery is special, because the man inside didn't die clean. Now he has become a "living dead man".
Mr. and the mute old man didn't fly directly to the tomb, but walked up the mountain from the foot of the mountain.
Due to the action of taking care of the mute old man, the speed of climbing is very slow.
Mr. always takes small steps. Once he slows down, it will look more strange.
The mountain is very dark. Except for the moonlight, only the small lantern in the hand of the mute old man can bring light.
But somehow, there's not much gloom here.
Almost halfway up the mountain, Mr. took a few steps to the left, and then stamped his feet gently. A translucent ripple opened in the air. A faint light shrouded him and the dumb old man, and then disappeared.
There is also a small world in this mountain.
Or there is a place like the tomb of the living dead, a tomb in the tomb.
The people inside are naturally the first sword cultivator in the world, the founder of the demon sect and the eldest disciple of Mr
——The Yan Li who has been closed for many years.
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