Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Jiang Xing quickly sent back news to the two of them.

Hao Liang leaned on Yan Ke's shoulder, looked at the note written by Jiang Xing, and frowned slightly.

"What did you tell him before?" He asked Yan Ke.

"I asked him when the head of Feng will be away. We have something to go to the head's room." Yan Ke said.

Hao Liang sighed, and turned his gaze to Jiang Xing's note again.I saw a few lines written in a neat handwriting on a piece of white paper.

"Today is enough. The head is originally on the mountain. I heard that head Du and you are coming, so I went down the mountain to inspect and free up the room. Please use it to your heart's content."

The two came to Yuancheng School, and sure enough, the door of the headmaster's room was wide open, as if they were welcome to enter.Hao Liang walked into the room, took out the teapot, and opened the secret room.

This time he didn't have to be as cautious as last time, he simply lit several lamps and took them down together, illuminating the dark secret room.

Hao Liang first carefully put away the rags on the table and the book covered with Du Sumu's handwriting, and put them into Yan Ke's finger.Then he circled around the secret room, his eyes swept up and down, left and right, as if he was looking for something.

He walked in front of the portrait, raised his eyes and saw Du Sumu's face.Hao Liang looked at the painting silently for a while, stretched out his arm, and poked Yan Ke.

"I was pretty good-looking before." He said, "It's a pity that this physical body is so ruined."

"Yeah." Yan Ke replied, looking at the bookshelf.He felt uncomfortable when he saw the portrait of Du Sumu, so he could only avoid the painting as much as possible within sight.

Hao Liang looked at Yan Ke, blinked lightly, lowered his eyelashes, and the light expanded the eyelashes into a faint shadow under his eyes.He turned around slowly, walked towards the portrait, and stretched out his hand to lift the portrait away.

"Sure enough it's here." Hao Liang said.

On the wall under the portrait, there is a locked secret door with a height of one person, which is the same color as the wall, and is discreetly hidden in the room.Hao Liang pushed the door, but when he saw that the door wouldn't open, he simply took Yan Ke and opened the door.

"Sorry." Seeing the wood chips on the door scattered on Yan Ke's body in a mess, Hao Liang felt a little distressed. He wiped the blade of the sword with his cuff, "I always ask you to do this kind of thing."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Ke turned into a human body and said calmly, "Swords are supposed to do this kind of thing."

The two entered the secret door and walked along the deep tunnel for about half a column, and finally saw a glimmer of light.The light came from the crack of a door.Hao Liang stepped forward and knocked on the door, but seeing no answer, he pushed it lightly, and the door opened.

This is a crowded room filled with all kinds of books, which is not much different from what Hao Liang saw when he came last time.But the person I saw last time is not in the study at this time, only the candlelight in the middle of the room is still beating like last time.

"Sure enough." Hao Liang said softly, "Fang Qiushui made such a passage in each of the utensils he made, leading to his own room."

He looked around, as if he wanted to find something, but the books and utensils piled up randomly around him had become hills, which was prohibitive.

Hao Liang scratched his head. "Try your luck," he said.Bending down, he burrowed towards the place where the things were the most messy and the dust fell the most.Seeing him moving the books, Yan Ke saw a burst of dust flying up and falling on his head again, so she couldn't help but grabbed his shoulders and lightly dusted his head.

"What are you looking for?" he asked.

"Huishi." Hao Liang said, "Fang Qiushui knows Zhao Xuehan, maybe there is such a thing. There is another one..." He hesitated for a while, but finally did not say it.

"As far as I know, Mr. Fang seldom uses wisdom stones." Yan Ke said, "He has a bad memory. He once said, 'If you use a wisdom stone, you won't be able to recall it later'. I don't think you can find it. "

Hao Liang shook his head.He seemed to think of something, and his face gradually sank. "Of course he has a wisdom stone." He murmured, "And he also knows..."

Hao Liang's voice dropped, he squatted down and continued to search.After pulling out the dusty teapot and teapot, he finally found a small cloth bag in the depths of the bookshelf, under the box full of various spiritual stone utensils. After opening it, it was full of red pomegranate seeds size stones.

The stone is probably because it has not been touched for a long time, and the surface has lost its luster.Hao Liang let out a breath, put Hui Shi into his arms, and smiled triumphantly at Yan Ke.

"I just said he'd have it," he said.

Yan Ke couldn't help but patted his head. "But it's really for storing memories?" he said, "Couldn't Mr. Fang use it for other things?"

"Fang Qiushui also has a lot of wisdom stones in the box containing the spirit stones. I think he used those wisdom stones for other purposes." He said, patted his chest, the small bag of stones rustled, "Let's go back and have a look first, and if it's not right, come back and look for it."

"Maybe we can talk to Mr. Fang directly and ask him to give us Zhao Xuehan's wisdom stone." Yan Ke said, "You don't have to look for it secretly like this."

Hao Liang shook his head. "No," he said with a serious expression, "he must not let him know about this."

"Why." Yan Ke asked.

"I have my doubts." Hao Liang looked at Yan Ke and replied.

Yan Ke didn't speak, but nodded slowly.He carefully put those things messed up by Hao Liang back in place, then took out a finger wrench from his pocket, and hid it in the corner of the room.

"Let's go." He said to Hao Liang, "Since you don't want Mr. Fang to find out, then don't stay here for too long."

The two carefully tidied up Fang Qiushui's room, trying not to let anyone see a trace of rummaging, then left the secret room and returned to Zhao Xuehan's home.As soon as he entered the room, Hao Liang sat down immediately and opened the cloth bag containing the wisdom stone.

He randomly took out a wisdom stone and released the image in it.A stone wall appeared in front of him, and Fang Qiushui's eyes fell on his own arm in his sleeve.

"The peak is shielded by demon energy, and those with insufficient cultivation will not be able to climb up." Zhao Xuehan's voice came from the wisdom stone, "You are no exception."

Hao Liang blinked and looked at Yan Ke.

"It should be the right one," he said.

"Yes." Fang Qiushui's voice came from Huishi, "I'll just stand here."

The light flashes, and the image disappears.Hao Liang put the wisdom stone aside and separated it from other wisdom stones that had not yet been watched.

"This memory is not good." He said, "There is only Zhao Xuehan's voice, but there is no image. If there is no image, the soul will have nothing to rely on."

Hao Liang took out a few more stones and released Fang Qiushui's memories one by one.He stared intently, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.In the memories, there are clips of Fang Qiushui practicing in the Qingxiao Sect; there are also scenes of him saying goodbye to Liang Duo and practicing on his own.During this, he met Zhao Xuehan several times, but every time there was only voice.

The image of Zhao Xuehan never appeared in Fang Qiushui's sight.

"Strange." Hao Liang murmured, "Fang Qiushui never looked directly at Zhao Xuehan when he was talking to him."

He looked up at Yan Ke: "Have you noticed this?"

Yan Ke shook his head slowly. "When Mr. Fang talks with Zhao Xuehan, I'm rarely by the side." He said, "And the two of them don't seem to see each other very often."

"Really?" Hao Liang pondered, he held the wisdom stone to look at it repeatedly, and rubbed his chin with the other hand, "...it's still not quite right."

The images changed, and Fang Qiushui came to a ruined wall.It has been exposed to wind and sun for many years, and the original appearance of the building cannot be seen clearly.He walked to a wall that seemed to be a screen, looked at the dust on the top of the wall, and sighed softly.

"The name Fang Qiushui seems to be familiar to me..." Hao Liang murmured.Fang Qiushui's dark, blind eyes kept haunting his mind.

Yan Ke felt strange. "Of course you've heard of it," he said, "and you've met him before..."

"I remember this." Hao Liang said, "I'm not talking about 60 years ago, I'm wondering if it was even longer..."

His voice lowered, and his fingers rubbed between the wisdom stones.After letting go of several images one after another, Hao Liang shook his head one by one.Until he touched a wisdom stone with the roughest surface, he transported Qi to his fingertips, and when he touched the wisdom stone, the wisdom stone glowed.However, the released image didn't have a single figure, it was just darkness.

"Between hands and feet!" A crisp girl's voice came from Huishi, followed by a muffled sound.Along with the low groans of a child in pain, several laughs also came out.

"There is no image, the wisdom stone is probably damaged." Yan Ke said, "The image of Zhao Xuehan will not be in this wisdom stone either."

"No." Hao Liang said.He leaned forward, with a strange look in his eyes. "This wisdom stone is not only undamaged, but also very precious."

"The only chance for us to find Zhao Xuehan's figure in Fang Qiushui's memory is very likely in this wisdom stone."