Since the handwriting was very clear, Nangong Haotian guessed that it had been carved for no more than three months at most, and judging from the depth of the marks, it was probably carved with the skill of a powerful gold steel finger.
Nangong Haotian read the writing on it carefully: Your father Nangong Shuangjie's Dragon Scale Anti-Arm Knife, I have asked Yunli Wuying Liu Jingwei of Fengjundu to go to Zhesha Yutan to pick it up and wait for you to learn it.
After going down the mountain with martial arts, you can go and ask for it yourself.
His hunch was indeed correct, Nangong Haotian immediately smiled, maybe this was his sixth sense as a man, "I am a man, I believe in my sixth sense!" Nangong Haotian sighed coquettishly.
But immediately, some questions arose in Nangong Haotian's mind. According to what the Demon Dragon Slayer King said before, he had left a message in the stone chamber, but he did not find it in the stone chamber. At this time, he was in this place.
Found on the wall.
Since it was on the stone wall of a nearby cave, why did you say that the message was left in the stone chamber before? The writing on the stone wall of the cave is still clearly visible, and it must have been carved not long ago.
According to the frail condition of the old man in black robe at that time, it was impossible for him to have such finger strength.
"Is there anyone else here?" Nangong Haotian couldn't help but ask himself, "Or is the old man in black robe simply lying to himself?"
With a brain that is too advanced, Nangong Haotian immediately grasps the key points when thinking about things. Maybe this is the benefit of time travel!
At the thought of deception, Nangong Haotian couldn't help being frightened. He held his fists with both hands and carefully observed the situation in the cave. Because he thought of something, Nangong Haotian also thought of it. Just these two or three sentences, the black robe
The old man should have told himself at that time, why bother leaving it on the stone wall?
Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian suddenly became wary. While observing the situation around him, he held his breath and listened carefully to the movements in the cave.
However, apart from the sound of gurgling water coming from deep inside the cave, no sound could be heard.
Nangong Haotian couldn't help but feel puzzled, "Fuck, could it be that I thought wrong? But with so many doubts, are there other possibilities?"
After thinking to no avail, Nangong Haotian walked out of the cave and walked in another direction.
At this time, the red sun has fallen into the sea of clouds, and the western sky is still emitting thousands of rays of light. The Gufeng Mountain Road is full of melancholy, but it is still very bright on the top of Wutai Mountain.
At this moment, Nangong Haotian suddenly had an illusion. The surrounding clouds were rolling, and there was a shadow on the top of Wutai Mountain. Nangong Haotian concentrated his eyes and stared at the shadow that appeared in front of him.
.
The surrounding ground suddenly turned white, and a black figure appeared in front of Nangong Haotian.
Nangong Haotian was startled and hurriedly stopped. A pair of starry eyes stared at the old man in black robe. The white color on the ground, Nangong Haotian thought it was 'snow'. This may have been some time ago, that is,
What happened here when it was still winter was recorded by this light.
Nangong Haotian, who has the memory of his past life, will not be afraid at all. This is just some optical principles, not something terrible. Under some special circumstances, some things that have happened before will be recorded by this light. At a certain time,
It will be shown again.
Nangong Haotian watched as the old man in black robe disappeared at the gap in the snow. Suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly because he saw a pair of black boots right where the old man in black disappeared.
Put it on.
He originally suspected that the old man in black robes might have followed the snow on the cliff and fell into the abyss. Now that he saw these boots, he was even more sure of his idea.
At this time, a desolate feeling passed through Nangong Haotian's heart. He felt lonely and lonely. He felt sad and annoyed. People around him left him one after another, which was somewhat unacceptable.
Nangong Haotian took a few steps back absentmindedly, his heart pounding rapidly, thinking about these doubts. Since the old man in black jumped off the cliff, when did it happen? Could it be recently?