The villains are all my vests

Chapter 228 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (20)

Gu Zhihuan frowned.

Where it is torn out, there is no connection between the front and the back, and the missing parts are very similar to some people's biographies.

It's just that for some unknown reason, the deeds of these people were obliterated from the Cangming faction.

Gu Zhihuan compared the missing pages back and forth.

Suddenly, she shrank her fingers.

These missing places are not without any rules. By comparing the time of the characters before and after, it can be roughly found that every 100 years of the Cangming School, there will be a page of missing characters.

In order to confirm his guess, Gu Zhihuan continued to flip back.

Sure enough, it was discovered that every 100 years, one person would be erased from the Cangming Sect's list of disciples.

Gu Zhihuan's throat tightened a little.

I always feel like I have touched something terrible.

Gu Zhihuan put down the ancient books, then lowered his head to pick up the other books on the ground and flipped through them, but they were all about magic cultivators, and there was nothing related to the Cangming sect.

She frowned and leaned against the stone bed.

More and more confusion accumulated in my heart.

Who is the man in black at the bottom of Cangming School's Cangshu Pavilion?

Did Chaolu really not retreat in the cave that day?
What happened to Wu Xian's devilish energy?

Gu Zhihuan ground her back teeth, and she suddenly realized that all the problems were related to Chaolu.

The inside of the cave is gloomy.

Not feeling any anger.

After a long time, it is very depressing.

Gu Zhihuan wanted to go back after searching for a while without finding any other useful clues.

When approaching the door, Gu Zhihuan suddenly stopped and turned around.

The cave is dim and dark.

The solitary stone bed lies in the corner, huge and lonely.

Gu Zhihuan's body couldn't help trembling, and in a blink of an eye, she caught a glimpse of something hidden in the gap between the stone bed and the wall.

Because the cave was gloomy, Gu Zhihuan didn't pay attention at first, but now that he changed the angle, he noticed something was wrong.

She strode over, rolled up her sleeves, and stretched out her hand to grab the thing from the gap between the stone bed and the wall.

It was a rolled scroll.

Gu Zhihuan quickly untied the tether on the top, and with a flick of her right hand, the painting scroll unfolded in front of her.

At the same time, several pages fell out of the scroll.

However, Gu Zhihuan didn't look at the fallen paper immediately.

All her thoughts were absorbed by what was on the scroll.

On the half-foot-wide scroll, black ink outlines a cold back.

No face.

However, just a shadow already made people feel an irresistible domineering and arrogance rushing towards them.

Gu Zhihuan could even perceive that person's terrifying strength from his pen and ink.

She vaguely felt that even Wu Xian was inferior in front of this person.

Gu Zhihuan stared at the scroll silently.

The man was wearing a simple black robe, with long hair tied high, and a palm-length dagger pinned to his waist.

Gu Zhihuan's pupils shrank sharply, and he recognized the origin of the dagger.

"Pu Xie!" Gu Zhihuan unconsciously exclaimed.

She thought of Wu Xian's words about punishing evil, and a terrible thought came to her mind.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Zhihuan let go of the scroll, intending to pick up the paper on the ground.

She is very sure that this must be something torn from the student list of the Cangming Sect.

And possibly the only thing surviving.

Just like this scroll.

Gu Zhihuan stretched out his hand, and before his fingers touched the paper, a gust of cold wind blew in front of him.

The next moment, Chaolu appeared in front of him.

And the paper on the ground has already fallen into his hands.

"Master?" Gu Zhihuan froze.

For a moment, Gu Zhihuan felt as if his chest was being pressed tightly by some heavy stone, and he was about to be unable to breathe.

Chao Lu stood in front of Gu Zhihuan, with her head bowed.

The long hair on both sides slid down, blocking the expression on his face.

Zhao Lu didn't speak, he held the paper in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Gu Zhihuan could only see Chaolu's fingers tightened slightly, and blue blood vessels were exposed under her fair skin.

"Why did you leave the customs early?" Gu Zhihuan asked.

Zhao Lu raised her head.

Still that familiar face.

But it's like being separated by fog, and it's hard to see clearly.

He didn't answer Gu Zhihuan's question, but looked at the scroll in Gu Zhihuan's hand, and said straight to the point: "This person is the last head of Cangming Sect, Lingyun."

Gu Zhihuan's eyelashes trembled.

She didn't expect Zhao Lu to mention this matter directly.

She lowered her eyelids: "I've never seen him in the sect's ancestral hall."

"Because he is no longer a member of the Cangming sect." Zhao Lu twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing an almost wry smile.

Even if Gu Zhihuan had a rough guess, getting confirmation from Zhao Lu was still different.

She asked calmly, "Why?"

Zhao Lu glanced at Gu Zhihuan, hooked his right hand, and the list of disciples that Gu Zhihuan had read just now fell into his hands: "You just read this list, right?"

"Yeah." Gu Zhihuan didn't hide anything, and he couldn't hide this kind of thing at all.

"Lingyun is not the first person to be expelled from the Cangming Sect." Zhao Lu said plainly.

"What... did he do?" Gu Zhihuan asked.

Roll towards Lu's Adam's apple.

Gu Zhihuan saw some heaviness on Chao Lu's face.

Chao Lu moved his lips twice before finally opening his mouth: "Lingyun, I'm possessed."

Gu Zhihuan was stunned for a moment.

She guessed it right.

"It was the time of the battle between man and devil, did something happen?" Gu Zhihuan asked cautiously.

Wu Xian said that Lingyun once took Zhu Xie to participate in the battle between gods and demons, that is to say, at that time, Lingyun hadn't become a demon yet.

Zhao Lu smiled wryly and shook her head: "It has nothing to do with that. You should have seen that Ling Yun is not the only one who was removed from the list of disciples."

A bold idea came to Gu Zhihuan's mind: "So are the others?"

"En." Chao Lu nodded: "Since the establishment of the Cangming School, there have been a large number of masters, and it was once glorious until the senior brother who was respected by the head at that time fell into a demon. Since then, the Cangming School has been cursed. In any case, every hundred years, there must be someone possessed by demons in the door."

Zhao Lu's eyes were a little sad: "The outside world said that the Cangming School is a place where everything must be reversed. The land of Zhongling Mingxiu can breed both geniuses and monsters."

"But Cangmingshan's aura doesn't seem to be what you said, master." Gu Zhihuan was puzzled.

Wherever the bell is beautiful and beautiful, the aura is absolutely abundant and inexhaustible.

Zhao Lu looked at the scroll in Gu Zhihuan's hand again.

The figure of that person's back is already blurred in my memory.

He said indifferently: "Hundred years ago, spiritual luck fell into the devil. When he was awake, he ordered the mountain to be closed and set up a formation to block the spiritual energy of Cangming Mountain. Since then, the Cangming faction You have never recruited inner disciples outside, and the three of you are all mortals I picked up from Pingyao Town."

Gu Zhihuan took a deep breath.

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