() Standing at the door and listening to the small conversation, Mu Wenxuan felt a pain in his heart.
He could clearly hear every word spoken by Uncle Xun, many of which were derogatory. This was probably because he did not dare to speak too palely in front of Meng Fan'an.
"Haha, what do I have to show off as a mere disciple of the twelve zodiac signs? I'm afraid that with such strength, in the Meng family, he is not even as good as a street sweeper?" There was a sadness in my heart, and the hand that was about to knock on the door also stopped.
Gradually he was let go.
A strong sense of loss surged out of Mu Wenxuan's heart. He thought he could be a little proud of his two months of hard work, but now he realized that it was all in vain and not worth mentioning at all.
A faint light came from the little finger: "Hey, little mosquito, what you said is really right. Every doorkeeper in the Meng family has the strength of at least three fingers."
His face turned pale immediately, and Mu Wenxuan cursed secretly: "Speaking of Huan Lao, are you my master? Can you stop scolding me?"
As I prepared to go back to my room step by step, the desolate wind blew slightly.
"Sometimes, there is only a thin line between motivation and pressure, so grasp it well." Sighing deeply, Huan Lao did not attack Mu Wenxuan: "Although the Meng family is powerful, it is not for you to compete with it now.
What they have in abundance is time and perseverance.”
Shaking his head bitterly, Mu Wenxuan did not reply. After returning to the room, he raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window, his heart filled with endless bitterness: "It has been two months since I came here. How is my mother doing?
I don’t know if there will be a chance to return to that world.”
After thinking hard for a long time, the belief that had never been shaken suddenly became trance at this moment. This cannot be blamed on him. The power displayed by the Meng family really makes people feel timid and powerless. A mere guard of Meng Fanan,
It has reached the level of six-fingered arrow spirit.
This pair of Mu Wenxuan is already as high as the sky.
After tossing and turning for a long time, Mu Wenxuan was still filled with helplessness.
"Little guy, I advise you to talk to the little girl of the Meng family, otherwise you won't be able to calm down at all."
Huan Lao floated out slightly from his little finger and looked at Mu Wenxuan with some confusion: "You can't let such a thing affect your mind. Otherwise, don't talk about the Meng family, even the small Xiao family.
Can’t get ahead.”
After hesitating for a long time, he sat up suddenly. Mu Wenxuan couldn't hold it anymore and decided to talk to Meng Fan'an about the second golden bone and Mr. Shen's marriage. If these things are really besieged like this all the time,
Not to mention continuing to practice, he might not be able to sleep normally these nights.
Along the dark alley, Mu Wenxuan supported Yin Yuling and walked to Meng Fanan's door. He hesitated in his heart, but finally raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.
"Dong dong dong~~Dong dong dong~~"
After the door rang, a long time passed without any reply.
This made Mu Wenxuan surprised, and he shouted softly in confusion: "Fan An, Fan An, I am Wenxuan, are you in the room?"
A while passed, but there was still no response. Mu Wenxuan became more and more puzzled. He put his hand on the doorknob and pushed it gently. However, it opened directly.
"The door is unlocked?"
There was nothingness in the dark room, and there was no figure of Meng Fanan at all. This made the surprised Mu Wenxuan slowly sit on the bedside, gritted his teeth and looked around: "Where will Fanan go at night?"
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glanced at a decayed ancient book on Meng Fanan's desk.
This ancient book was originally borrowed by Meng Fanan from the clan leader Xiao Ding. Mu Wenxuan did not know that it was the Nine Zhukong clan that gave him the opportunity to practice and what he is now.
A lot of strength.
"What is this?" Curious Mu Wenxuan gently opened the Zhukong Nine Clan. Every word inside was strong and powerful, and it was firmly reflected in his mind.
At this time, a faint light emitted from the little finger, Huan Lao floated out of it excitedly, and said in surprise: "This... this... how is this possible?"
Mu Wenxuan raised his head in confusion: "Huan Lao, do you recognize this ancient book?"
"No...I don't recognize it, but all the records on it are from ancient times, and they are all secrets that have been sealed for a long time. This...this is incredible."
Curious Mu Wenxuan flipped through the pages one by one, looking at the records about the Xingya finger bones and the second source of the arrow. Every time he flipped through the pages, his surprise became stronger and stronger, so strong that his heart was shocked.
But Mu Wenxuan, who was excitedly flipping through the pages, suddenly lost all the writing on the ancient book after turning another page, leaving only brand new white paper. This made him very puzzled: "Why is it gone here? What is recorded later?
What?"
Huan Lao floated in the air without speaking, frowning and holding his beard, lost in thought for a while.
"Damn it, it turned out to be a broken copy."
"No, this is not a fragment. If I guessed correctly, someone should have deliberately hidden the writing on the back. Little guy, you can try to wet it with water first."
Hearing this, Mu Wenxuan felt like he was waking up from a big dream. This kind of situation is often encountered on the earth. Many precious scrolls in history will be hidden in some special ways. For example, the famous Yongkang ancient wall will only be hidden when it encounters water.
Reveal mural.
There is also a wordless heavenly book rumored in the martial arts world, and the writing can only be read through the moonlight.
According to what Mr. Huan said, Mu Wenxuan took a glass of water and slowly poured it on the paper of the ancient book, very carefully. After all, it belonged to Meng Fan'an.
A magical scene appeared. These papers were not soaked by water. There seemed to be a thin shield on them, which completely blocked the water.
"this..."
After testing the water, it was found that the ancient book would not get wet at all, and then the fire was used to slowly burn it. The same scene emerged, and the fire could not destroy the ancient book in front of me.
He tried all the elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. In fact, Meng Fanan did the same thing at the beginning, but as you can imagine, Mu Wenxuan was very helpless as a result.
"Damn it, what on earth is this? It's so strong."
Mu Wenxuan, who was helpless in his heart, raised his hand, a pale white mist surrounded it, and he struggled to take a picture of the paper, and a large amount of ice condensed.
Unexpectedly, a scene of the artifact appeared, and suddenly a violent light appeared, illuminating the entire room.
This light was so dazzling that Mu Wenxuan couldn't help but avoid it. It lasted for a long time before slowly fading away.
"What...what's going on?"
A gust of night wind blew through the window, and then I saw the papers on the ancient book flipping through automatically. After the pages of white paper, at the end of the page, faint blue writing suddenly emitted.
"this..."
They became excited at the same time. Huan Lao and Mu Wenxuan carefully observed the handwriting displayed on the ancient books, showing excited expressions.
He looked at them one by one. The more this happened, the more excited Mu Wenxuan became, and his whole body became crazy. Four dark blue, powerful handwritings were firmly engraved in his mind: "Ice Gold"