Every time I go back to the mountain, I will see the apprentices making trouble

"Mother left alone like this?" Qiu Yezi asked in surprise.

Lu Xingchen nodded.

"Then why did you just tell me now, let me go back, I won't go to the Lingfeng faction." Qiu Yezi struggled to get off the flying sword, Lu Xingchen held him down, "What nonsense, you will die if you fall off. Your mother has her own affairs to deal with, do you really think that you are a three-year-old child and want your mother to take you?"

Hai Wu and Mo Wendi held a sword together, and looked at Lu Xingchen after hearing the sound.

Qiu Yezi blushed at Lu Xingchen's words, pouted and said, "It took me a long time to meet my mother..."

"You and your mother rarely see each other?" Lu Xingchen asked.

"That's right, Mother is always obsessed with the affairs of the Holy Cult..." Qiu Zizi said, a trace of sadness appeared on her delicate and immature face.

No wonder he likes to mess around so much. It turned out that no one cares about him, and no wonder Qiu Dao Niang beat him up as soon as he came home.

Ling Yao had already gone up the mountain one step ahead of them to deal with chores. Lu Xingchen and his party stopped and stopped, but they felt at ease.

Before going up the mountain, Lu Xingchen warned Qiu Yezi in every possible way not to cause trouble, and decided whether to go or stay after seeing the iron sword.

After all, Qiu Dao Niang is no longer here.

Lu Xingchen recalled the resolute figure of Qiudaoniang before departure, and from then on, there will be no so-called saintesses in the world.

Qiu Yezi was quietly brought back to Baizhang Peak by Hai Wu and hid, because Ling Yao felt that it was necessary to maintain a stable state of mind before Tie Jian inscribed the sword formula for Mo Wendi.And Lu Xingchen didn't join them, it wasn't that he didn't want to join in the fun, it was because he still had some doubts in his heart that he didn't solve.

Lu Xingchen slowly entered Liumo Pavilion, the huge library of Lingfeng faction.It was silent inside, Lu Xingchen could hear the sound of his light footsteps landing on the wooden floor, the scrolls were all put away by category, and the faint fragrance of ink wafted in the air.

The entire Liumo Pavilion was empty.

That's right, it's not Xiumu today, the juniors and sisters are all taking courses, so there's no time to come to Liumo Pavilion.As Lu Xingchen thought, he searched for books on rows of sandalwood bookshelves that were two people tall.

"The ancient swords in the recording sect should be on the bookshelf of Ling Feng's Benji..." Lu Xingchen was thinking, searching back and forth on the bookshelf with the ancient characters "Ling Feng Benji".

"No?" Lu Xingchen asked strangely after flipping through all the books on the shelf.

"Anecdotes about swords," Lu Xingchen said, "Nothing."

"It should be an ordinary book, why can't I find it, I have seen it before."

"Liumoge's books are not for loan, so why can't I find them?"

Lu Xingchen took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the Liumo Pavilion, and whispered to himself presumptuously, complaining like an old monk chanting scriptures.

The wooden stairs are carved with patterns of ivy leaves, and a leisurely wisp of white smoke grows from above and spirals down.

On the escalator next to the bookshelf, stepping on a pair of white cloth boots embroidered with cloud patterns, Yuehua white gauze gown, wide sleeves and flowing wind, long hair tied up with a jade crown, straight nose bridge, and black jade-like pupils, it seems Contains endless romantic past.His complexion is extremely fair, and his lips are also very light, which makes his eyes reflect everything in the world.He looks young, but steady.

"What book are you looking for?" The man's faintly deep voice sounded in the cabinet.

Lu Xingchen was startled by the sudden voice, and he reacted after a while. He stroked his chest and pretended to be terrified, "Ah, I was scared to death, I was scared to death."

"Huh? Lu Xingchen, it's you." The corner of the man's mouth slightly raised, and he said, "Why, you disturbed my lucid dream by talking to yourself, it's because I frightened you." The man walked down the stairs slowly. He said he was going, but his white boots didn't even touch the stairs, they were still floating on the wisp of white smoke.

"Did you forget Liumo Pavilion and me?" The man looked at the book in Lu Xingchen's hand, "Remember to return it."

"It's been a long time, Baishou Taixuan." Lu Xingchen saluted the man respectfully.

The white-headed Taixuan nodded slightly in return. He is the scroll spirit of the Book Pavilion. He was born from tens of thousands of scrolls and turned into a reality.It is also the, er, mascot that has existed since the establishment of the Lingfeng faction?

Well, a learned mascot.

Lu Xingchen and him are very congenial, I don't know why.

Books are dead things, but they have entrusted too many people's hard work, and thousands of obsessions can transform spirits, especially in such a fairy gate where spiritual energy gathers.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the sword has a sword spirit!Lu Xingchen complained in his heart.

Bai Shou Taixuan stroked some ancient books that had been crumpled, and asked, "What books are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for "Ming Jian Lu"." Lu Xingchen said.

Bai Shou Taixuan thought for a moment, and said: "Follow me." After finishing speaking, he walked to the row of bookshelves in the farthest corner, "Because in recent years, most of the ancient swords in "Ming Jian Lu" have been handed over to the disciples of the sect. , the head said that he wanted to prevent competition among his disciples, so he asked me to put away "Ming Jian Lu."

Lu Xingchen said, "What is the competition, a sword competition?"

Baishou Taixuan smiled, but did not answer.

"It's all here, you can read it by yourself, don't bother you." Baishou Taixuan pointed to a stack of yellowed books that were neatly stacked.

"Wait, I still have a question." Lu Xingchen hurriedly stopped Baishou Taixuan, "Your name is Baishou Taixuan, why is your hair black?"

"I ask you every time I come here, don't you get bored?" He smiled good-naturedly, "The way of Taixuan, never regret it."

Baishou Taixuan walked outside lightly.

Do I ask every time?Lu Xingchen thought in his heart.But Baishou Taixuan's reaction is really interesting.

Lu Xingchen picked up a book and quickly flipped through it.He wants to see what the origin of Mingchen Sword, Bing Po, and Sword Stealer are.

The sun is westward, and the luminous pearl that prevents water leakage in the place where the books are stored is gradually lighting up.

Lu Xingchen closed the last page of "Mingjianlu", put the book away, and walked out, and saw Baishou Taixuan who was cooking tea with spiritual power in front of rows of bookshelves.

"Bai Shou Taixuan, haven't the book and the commentary been lost?" Lu Xingchen asked. "It's so strange, the introduction of Mingchen Sword is only 'Mingchen, with ice soul' and 'Mingcheng Shilu, sweep away the dust of the heart'? Is this a fake "Mingjianlu"?"

"As far as I know, every sword in "Mingjianlu" has such a few words, 'Liuxia gathers and disperses the clear wind sword, the sword of life travels far and wide, the vast sea and vast abyss sword, and the sword soaked in fragrance and ink'. "Bai Shou Taixuan wanted to say more, but Lu Xingchen stopped him.

"I know I know, but at least the origin is recorded. Ming Chen has nothing... But in fact, there are quite a lot of swords that have no origin." Lu Xingchen thought of the Ming Chen sword that the men in black wanted to steal many times, and felt a little sad. Shen.

"Big brother! It's not good!" Hai Wu suddenly broke into Liumo Pavilion, interrupting their conversation.

"Shut up!" Baishou Taixuan said, "No loud noises are allowed in Liumo Pavilion."

"Yes, I have seen Taixuan with the white head." Haiwu saw the white clothes, and bowed his head hurriedly.

"Hai Wu, what's the matter?" Lu Xingchen asked, "You're in such a hurry."

"Eldest brother, junior brother fainted, master told you to go back and have a look." Hai Wu said.

Lu Xingchen frowned when he heard the words, and made a plea with Baishou Taixuan, and the two brothers walked out of Liumo Pavilion together.

Bai Shou Taixuan looked at the two people in a hurry, sighed, and began to cook tea with spiritual power.