Lu Xing frowned slightly and asked: "Sir, don't you know Mo Wu? Have you ever heard of the story about Mozi casting the twelfth floor of white jade?"

The old man in Shazhong was stunned for a moment, frowning and thinking, as if he was going through the memories in his mind. After a long time, he said, "I don't know. Let me ask you something, how are the people in Western Qin doing now?"

Western Qin? Could it be the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms? No, how could you not know about the Twelfth Floor of White Jade? Could it be, could it be the Great Qin! Lu Xing's mind was racing with thoughts, and he quickly asked: "Sir, do you know about Qin Shihuang?"

The old man's pupils in the sand paused slightly, as if he was trying hard to think about every word Lu Xing said, and said: "First Emperor, Qin? Is it possible that later Western Qin has the ability to step out of Hangu Pass? It shouldn't be, Western Qin is not allowed by heaven.

…”

"Ah...ah, ah!" The old man in the sand gritted his teeth and trembled, flying sand came out all over his body, as if the whole sand body was about to shatter.

"Sir, sir?" Lu Xing asked tentatively. The old man in the sand seemed to be in great pain.

"Ah, ah -" A golden light flashed in the eyes of the old man in the sand. His right hand reached out and controlled the flying sand around him to block Lu Xing's body.

Lu Xing tried to mobilize his sword intent, but was shattered by a brutal force.

"Lu Xing, you are not a Confucian scholar, how dare you step into the ruins of Wen Dao! I will spare your life and imprison you in the stone room of the library. If you cannot cultivate the aura of awe before the trial is over, the treasures in the ruins will not be available to you.

."

Seeing the old man in the sand who suddenly changed his appearance in front of him, Lu Xing remained silent and secretly communicated with the sword in his mind to prevent the owner of the Wen Dao ruins from killing him.

As the wind and sand gathered, a teleportation circle condensed at Lu Xing's feet. Lu Xing looked at the side of the old man in the sand with his peripheral vision, and saw that his right hand was shaking hard, and his little finger wrote two words on the sand, and then

And quickly erased it.

The light shined brightly, and Lu Xing was transported to the stone room containing books, and two small seal characters - "Pre-Qin" - were deeply etched in his mind.

…

In the endless desert, a group of people are walking on the sand dunes.

"I, where am I..." Tan Jing opened her eyes in a daze, her body was a little swaying, and she realized that she seemed to be on someone else's back.

"Lu, okay, is it you..." She hugged Han Rui's neck tightly, until the fragrance of ancient bamboo floated into her nose, and she suddenly realized: It's not Lu Xing, Lu Xing's body has the smell of sea water

Salty.

Tan Jing patted Han Rui's junior and said softly: "Brother Han, let me down. I can leave."

Han Rui paused, quickly put Tan Rui down, handed over a kettle, and said: "Junior sister, just wake up. If something happens to you, I will not be able to see Master again."

People around her also stopped and handed Tan Jing food and greet her.

"Junior sister, are you worrying me to death? I thought you couldn't escape from the sea beasts..."

"What are you talking about? Junior sister, please eat some solid food. I must be hungry after running all the way."

Han Rui raised her head, her eyes flickering, looking for Lu Xing's figure in the crowd. There were concerns from the academy disciples in her ears, but she was really panicked.

Where is Lu Xing? Where is Lu Xing... Where are the others!

Tan Jing spoke anxiously and asked, "Have you seen Lu Xinglu?"

The noise was as strong as a raging fire, but it was extinguished by a plate of cold water. Whether they were academy disciples or disciples from humble families, their expressions were twitchy and they bowed their heads in silence.

"Brother Han, where is Lu Xing? Where is he?" Tan Jing scanned everyone several times, but received no reply for a long time. She could only look at Han Rui, with a hint of pleading in her trembling voice.

Han Rui also lowered his head, as if he was unwilling to answer Tan Jing's question. In his understanding, no matter how high Lu Xing's swordsmanship was, he was just a mortal. How could he survive the overturning of the sand mountain that contained the rules of heaven and earth?

Survive?

Lu Xing does indeed have a noble status, but there has never been any talk of power in Wen Dao Ruins. Unless you have a great Qi, you can choose to teleport away when facing a life or death crisis.

"Answer me, did Lu Xing fail the assessment and was teleported away?" Tan Jing looked flustered. She saw the ring on the middle finger of her right hand from the corner of her eye, and suddenly felt like her heart was being grabbed.

Finally, a disciple from a poor family couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Who said Brother Lu is dead? He just stopped the sandstorm for us!"

"I..." Tan Jing's eyes flashed with clarity and she said, "I'm going to find him. The sandstorm won't kill him. He will only die if he is seriously injured and lies in the sand."

Tan Jing picked up a pot of water and some dry food and walked outside, going in the opposite direction to everyone else.

"Junior sister, I'll go with you." Zhuo Dong said loudly after being kicked out by Han Rui.

"That's right, let's go look for Lu Xing together, with more people and more strength." Several disciples from poor families came out enthusiastically and packed their bags.

"No need! It's enough for me to go alone." Tan Jing shook her head and rejected the kindness of many senior brothers and said: "I have no intention of holding you accountable. It's just that Lu Xing saved my life, so I have to save him too."

A gentle breeze blew by, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Han Rui stopped and stood, holding the hand holding the spirit bead and secretly exerting force. This was the first time he saw Tan Jing like this, completely different from the lively and intelligent person in the past.

Tan Jingyuan looked at Han Rui, bowed and said: "Brother, don't worry about me. If I encounter an unstoppable danger, I will use Haoran Qi to trigger the teleportation array. At most, I will fail the test and my life will not be in danger."

After falling alive, Tan Jing picked up her luggage and headed down the hill. Her white dress was bathed in the sun, just like dusk.

After walking for a while, Tan Jing paused. There was no end in sight in the desert, so she would not blindly search for it. She reached out to her bun with her right hand and took out a wooden hairpin.

The character "wen" is engraved on the raised top of the hairpin, which is the natal character of her husband.

"Master Wen, please."

The carved end of the wooden hairpin flashed with golden light, and the awe-inspiring righteousness gathered into a thick-robed man in front of Tan Jing.

Master Wen stretched out his hand to explore, and countless sand and dust condensed into a ruler in his hand. Holding the ruler, he stretched out his fingers to tear open the space here, and then slowly stepped into the void.

"Jing'er, wait obediently. I'll help you ask for directions." Her voice was as gentle as jade.

Tan Jing stood obediently on the sand dune, looking around and waiting quietly.

After about a while of tea, a crack was torn open in the space again, and a jade-green hand was clasped in the gap. Mr. Wen put his right hand on his waist, walked out with a half-hunched back, and took a long breath: "Jing'er, are you tired?

Your husband is here."

Wen Fuzi smiled bitterly, his body collapsed, a puff of light smoke disappeared, and he got into the wooden hairpin, leaving another sentence: "Don't call me if you have nothing to do. If you are in danger again, I will take you away from the Wen Dao ruins."

"Speaking of which, this cultural relic is a bit strange..." Master Wen did not say this, he just murmured in his heart.

After waiting for a while, an old man emerged from the sand in front of him. The sleeve of the old man's right arm was empty, as if his arm was broken.

"According to the order of the great scholar, I will fulfill a wish for you. You can choose any treasure in the cultural relics." The old man's eyes in the sand were empty, and his voice was neither sad nor happy.

Tan Jing's eyes flickered. The scholar was talking about Master Wen. She shook her head and asked, "Is Lu Xing still in the ruins? Take me to find him?"

"Lu Xing..." The eyes of the old man in the sand paused slightly, and there seemed to be some changes. After being stunned for a long time, he said: "You should be talking about the strong man with the sword. Are you really looking for him?"

"Yes!" Tan Jing nodded. Listening to the meaning of the old man Sha Zhong's words, Lu Xing should not be in any danger.

"I just want to find him. If Mr. Wen has caused trouble to you just now, I would like to apologize to you on behalf of the master."

The old man in Shazhong hesitated for a while and asked: "What if we miss the opening of the palace and gain nothing because of this?"

"It's okay. Being able to meet Lu Xing is the greatest luck of my trip." Tan Jing smiled brightly, like a flowery face in a shallow pond.

"Okay," the old man in Shazhong waved his hand to create a passage, and dust surrounded the door. The old man in Shazhong spread out his remaining left hand and said, "Please."

Tan Jing walked into the portal without hesitation. With the wave of the old man in the sand, everything disappeared, leaving only countless flying sand like swallows and birds circling.

…

There are books everywhere in the stone library, and some of them are ancient bamboo slips.

"You have a big head, how can you feel the aura of awe in reading?" Lu Xing held a scroll of bamboo slips and lay on a pile of ancient books.

"Jing'er is being taken care of by Han Rui, so there shouldn't be any accidents. I just don't know what's going on with Xiao Gu. We're too far away, so we can't contact her." Lu Xing frowned. His health was not good and he couldn't bear the pressure of clearing the way.

.

He looked at the bamboo slips and saw that there was not even a pen, ink, paper or inkstone in the entire stone room. Except for books, there were only books.

"That's all, let's read a book."

"The ancients said that the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty like jade." Lu Xing shook his head and imitated the children's reading.

"Bang!" Just as he blinked and lowered his head, a dull crash sounded.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..." A crisp cry fell, echoing in the stone house that was 1.7 feet long and 1.7 feet wide.

"Huang..." The bamboo slips fell to the ground. Lu Xingkong raised his hands and was stunned: "It turns out... there really is a face like jade in the book!"

"What are you looking at? Why don't you come and help me!" A voice of anger made Lu Xing feel familiar. When he looked at the woman's dress, he suddenly understood.

"Jing'er? Why are you here?" Lu Xing quickly stepped forward to help Tan Jing up and help her check if her skin was broken.

Tan Jing sat on the ground, looked at Lu Xing who was in a hurry, laughed, and then felt something was inappropriate, so she even covered her face with her sleeves.

"Okay, Lu Xing, tell me quickly why you are trapped in the stone chamber?"

Lu Xing nodded and told everything that happened after meeting the old man in the sand. Tan Jing did not mind the trouble and listened patiently. The stone room was not big, there was a light fragrance between the noses, and the two of them were only a few feet apart.

"Oh, in this case, it was you who used your sword to violently pass the level that caused so much trouble~" Tan Jing narrowed her right eye, put her right hand on Lu Xing's chest, and pretended to be angry: "Quick, you

You have to apologize to us for turning a trial in a Wen Dao ruins into a hellish difficulty."

"Do you really want to apologize?" Lu Xing blinked and pretended to be innocent.

Tan Jing had a sullen face, maybe because she was bored, her cheeks were slightly red, and she said solemnly: "Of course!"

"Okay," Lu Xing grabbed Tan Jing's right hand that was on his chest, leaned slightly, and leaned his head against Tan Jing's ear and said, "Well, I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"It would be more sincere if you said it in your ear..." Lu Xing tried to quibble.

"Bang!" A jade leg kicked out high and kicked Lu Xing away. Tan Jing snorted coldly and cursed under her breath: "You idiot..." Little did she know that her cheeks were even more beautiful than the peach petals of March spring.
Chapter completed!