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Put the stack of books in your arms on the desk in the room, and go to the quiet room.

"Master." Shu Xunmo sat on the ground, opposite to his master, waiting for his next sentence.

Yun Yuan was also sitting there, with his whisk on his side, looking at Shu Xunmo who was also sitting upright, after a long time, he found a porcelain bottle from his sleeve.

"Some newly made medicines are for calming the mind, you can try them." Yun Yuan said with a calm face, even if he panicked, he seemed genuine.

"Thank you, Master." Shu Xunmo looked at the white porcelain bottle, his heart twitched, his mouth seemed to have a bitter taste, thinking that Master was doing it for his own good, so he could only put it in his sleeve.

"Take one pill a day, and let me see the effect after a week."

"Yes."

Yun Yuan looked at his disciple's obedient and obedient appearance, now he just wanted to catch that wild Wu Yu in and let him take a good look at his junior brother's sitting posture!The same is taught by myself, and I have never favored a certain party. Why is the effect of teaching so different?

Yun Yuan expressed his perplexity.

I took another self-examination in my heart before I remembered what I wanted to say.

"Mo'er." He straightened his expression and said.

"exist."

Yun Yuan said: "You and Na Xian...how are you and Na Ruoxuan?"

Shu Xunmo's body trembled, and his hands curled up unconsciously, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"You guys don't have the same way, so it's inevitable that it will be heard by others." Yun Yuan said, "It's inevitable that some people will chew their tongues."

Shu Xunmo's face was a little pale, but he still said without hesitation: "I don't mind, please master to punish."

He also knew that this was not good for him, and the temporary indulgence would only bring about more troubles. Such a result would also lead to a decline in the reputation of the Taoist temple, leading to rumors that a disciple was messing around with the demon cultivator.

The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt. He knew that the water would never be undone, and he only blamed his own selfish desires.

Immediately his expression became serious, he knelt on the ground with a "plop", and said: "I also ask Master to drive the evil disciples out of the school."

On the contrary, Yun Yuan was taken aback, seeing his unwavering expression, helped him up, and said: "I have no other intentions, don't think about it."

"But Master—"

"If you insist on doing this, I don't blame you as a teacher. If you are sincere towards Na Yiruoxuan, then don't pay him." Yun Yuan said.

Shu Xunmo suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes: "Thank you, Master."

Yun Yuan said: "I promised your mother to protect you from growing up. The teacher will help you with this matter."

"Go to your homework early, don't be late."

Shu Xunmo stood up, bowed solemnly to him, and took his leave.

Looking at Shu Xunmo's back, Yun Yuan seemed to be in a daze, and he was so similar to his mother's figure many years ago, with the same determination and stubbornness.

Yuanshu, you will feel at ease when you see that he has grown up...

...

That night.

Shu Xunmo lay on the bed, tossing and turning and falling into a dream.

in a dream.

The same boy in black was still kneeling on the ground, holding a mirror tightly in his hand.

Heavy round mirror.

"For him, is it worth it?" A deep and mellow voice sounded.

"It's worth it!" The boy's expression didn't look real, he must have looked fearless.

"From now on, if he dies, you will die, and he won't know if you die." The voice was full of unbearable, "If so, are you worth it?"

After a while, the young man nodded heavily and said, "En."

...

This dream was very short, but he was so cold that his whole body was icy cold, and when he opened his eyes, it was still the night.

I stayed alone in the bed, lit a red candle, after all, it was just midnight.

Now there is no sleepiness at all.

He suddenly wanted to go to Jingge.

The boy and the bronze mirror repeatedly appeared in his dream, which made him feel a little strange.

Does this have something to do with the round mirror?

Putting on his robe, he held an oil lamp and pushed open the door.

At this time, everything was silent, everyone was asleep, and he groped for the way to Jingge.

The night is as dark as ink, but it is quiet without a sound. Shu Xunmo's footsteps are very obvious on the bluestone slab. A bright oil lamp is flickering in the dark night. If someone comes out at this moment, he will be able to scare him die.

He was in a trance, vaguely remembering the memory of more than 20 years ago. At that time, he was a five or six-year-old child. Because he was punished by his father in the morning, he hadn’t eaten all day. He was looking for something to eat, but he was scared and cried while walking, his face was covered with tears and snot, and he was discovered by a boy who came out to watch the night at night. His father was so angry that he made him kneel down to wait in the hall, but he still didn't get anything to eat.

This... doesn't seem like a very good memory either...

Just thinking wildly like this, he walked to the Jing Pavilion, opened the door carefully and entered.

A spider suddenly landed in front of him.

He dialed it expressionlessly.

Looked around and noticed some cobwebs had been cleaned out, it looked like someone had come in after he had left in the morning.

He entered the second floor.

Relying on his own memory, he went to look for the few books he read in the morning, but unfortunately found that he searched for them but disappeared.

Was it borrowed?

Without a target to look for, he began to look aimlessly row after row.

His eyes slid over, except for some secret exercises, there were some illustrated books for manipulating artifacts, and after searching for a long time, he couldn't find a decent one.

He held the red-burning candlelight, and finally, after searching constantly, he finally found a book under the top pile of rice paper on the last floor.

Shu Xunmo didn't know whether he was pressed down unintentionally or could be hidden inside. Shu Xunmo spent a lot of time thinking about it.

This book has just been turned, and the edge of the page has become very thin due to repeated friction, so I took it out to take a photo.

"Eight Wilderness Ancient Artifacts"

It seems that this book is very old, and the title page of the book has been eaten away by moths, leaving black marks.

By coincidence, he opened it.

As if being brought into a new world, Shu Xunmo stood there for nearly half an hour without returning to his senses.

"Eight Desolate Ancient Artifacts" talks about the ancient artifacts naturally bred by the sun, moon, and stars since Pangu created the world.

They are: Soul-hunting Jade, Fenjiqin, Konghou Seal, and Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron.

These Eight Desolation Artifacts only appeared in books, and Shu Xunmo had never heard of any of them.

When thinking this way, his fingertips suddenly stopped in a row, and then he took a closer look.

The Heaven Swallowing Cauldron can give birth to all things in the world, all-encompassing.

And the things bred by this tripod are extraordinary, not only so far, but two kinds of artifacts have been refined.

One is a moon comb, and the other is a round mirror.

Immediately, his blood seemed to congeal.

Only these words floated in my mind.

He didn't know how he got out of the Jing Pavilion, and his heart was "thumping", he knew that these two artifacts had nothing to do with him, but deep down he clamored that this must have something to do with his dream.

Moon Comb...Rerounding Mirror...

On the horizon, a smear of gold broke through the clouds and hit the earth directly, ushering in the first golden light on the horizon, and then the sun slowly rose, and a new day unfolded at the dawn.

Its daybreak.

The author has something to say: My head hurts and my home is being renovated these days, so I don’t know if I can update it twice a day.

Shu Xunmo is so courageous that he dares to go out at night by himself. I was scared to death when I went to a school at night and dragged men and women with me. (I got it.)

ps: Any book titles and artifacts in the article are nonsense, so don’t research them.Konghou (konghou)