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137. Chapter 137 The boy with gray hair

Feng Luo did not answer Xia Chuyi's words, nor did he go to the second entrance. Instead, he walked to a corner surrounded by bookshelves and reached out to press on the wall.

Xia Chuyi immediately understood: "Generally large buildings have secret passages. We don't have to register from the main entrance. We just need to find the secret passage and we can enter, right?"

As she said that, she looked up at Feng Luo: "Do you know where the secret passage is?"

Feng Luo didn't stop his hands and nodded: "Yes. But the secret doors here are rather strange. The position of each door keeps changing at different times, and the secret doors on each floor are no longer in the same position. I conclude.

There are several movement patterns of the secret door, it depends on our luck today."

Ahem, summarize the rules...

Xia Chuyi was choked again.

Today, the first floor of the library covers an area of ​​thousands of square meters. Without a designed map, he can only explore one floor after another, and the secret door will move. How much time and energy will he have to spend to sum up those rules?

In her astonishment, she blurted out some words: "What on earth did you come to the Imperial Master Academy for?"

"Here!" Feng Luo suddenly spoke, covering up her words, and turned to look at her nervously, "Hurry up and follow, the door will be gone soon."

Xia Chuyi immediately walked up to Feng Luo and saw that a secret door with the same color as the wall of Tianshu Tower was cracked, and it was so dark inside that it was impossible to see what was going on.

She glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention, and immediately stepped into the darkness without any hesitation.

Feng Luo followed closely behind.

The pure black passage has no light or shadow at all. Even if your eyes adapt to the darkness, you can't really see anything.

Xia Chuyi was about to ask why this place was so eerie when she saw Feng Luo next to her touch her hand intentionally or unintentionally, making her shiver all over.

She knew that he was reminding her that there was someone beside her, telling her not to panic too much. In fact, all she had to do was open her mouth about this kind of thing. Feng Luo was really... very taciturn.

Later, I thought about it, and there might be another reason why Feng Luo didn't speak. After people lose their vision in the dark, hearing is the most important sense. In order not to miss the abnormal movements around them, it is indeed a wise move not to speak.

It took basically no effort from the first level to the second level. They just relied on the secret passage to reach the sixth level. Apart from the difficulty of finding the secret door, they really didn't encounter any big problems.

However, at the sixth level, the two of them stopped moving forward.

The sixth floor of the Tianshu Tower still has cabinets and cabinets of neatly arranged books, but there are obviously much fewer books than those below, and there are many porcelain decorations around it, which looks higher quality than the other five floors.

Xia Chuyi took out a book from a row of books, flipped through them casually, and couldn't help but sigh: "Wow, they are all unique and unique books. No wonder the entire continent respects the Imperial Master Academy so much."

With these spell-fighting skills that spiritual cultivators dream of, as well as the best weapon refiners and alchemists, the Imperial Master Academy is the well-deserved overlord of the Wuji Continent.

But what she still can't figure out is that the restrictive relationship between the Imperial Master Academy and the Xuanyuan Dynasty that Yuan Bao told her that day actually has the biggest loophole, that is, if the person in charge of the Imperial Master Academy is ambitious, taking over the Xuanyuan Dynasty is not at all

Problem, it is impossible for those royal relatives, nobles and aristocratic families who devote their whole thoughts to intrigues and intrigues do not know about it.

Unless, there is some relationship between them that checks and balances the two.

Xia Chuyi put the book in his hand back, wandered to the other side, and pulled out a book: "Oh, look what I got, the Secret History of the Imperial Master Academy."

As soon as she heard the word "secret history", she immediately opened the book and started reading with great interest. At first glance, she really saw some hidden things.

"In the winter of the year of Heshun, bandits were entrenched in Jiuyi Mountain, running rampant in the countryside and causing harm to one side. The imperial court sent Wei Chengji, the general of Zhen'an, to lead an army of 10,000 to suppress the bandits. They set up camp ten miles away to form a confrontation with the bandits' den."

The next day, in the imperial military camp, a young general in white armor led three thousand soldiers to bravely go to the dangerous peak of Jiuyi Mountain to challenge the bandits, and the enemy bandits greeted him.

The two sides quickly exchanged blows. The young general and the opponent's thief leader were not far apart in skill. However, the young general was young and had little experience, so he was easily knocked down by the enemy leader.

However, at the critical moment, a long arm reached out to grab it. The young man in coarse linen clothes struck the enemy's leader's sharp blade with one palm. He held the young general in his other hand and landed safely on the horse.

And the young man in white was so tossed that his helmet was thrown off, his bun was loose, and his waist-length hair suddenly spread out. In this snowy winter, black and white were clear, and he looked good in an instant.

As soon as the young man lowered his head and saw the red lips and white teeth, he became obsessed with it. He just pursed his lips and said involuntarily: "You are so beautiful. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

The person in his arms smiled, stretched out his hand to push the young man away, and then jumped up, condensing his strength into a soldier, took down the thief's head in one fell swoop, and stormed into the den of thieves.

When he came out, the vast white area had been dyed a dazzling red with blood, and the young man in white let his long hair hang over his shoulders and walked slowly in front of him on horseback.

She looked at the young man who was still looking at her blankly, and thought it was really interesting. She curved her lips and said with a smile, "My name is Wei Mingxi, what's your name?"

"Qin Yun."

The woman is the only daughter of Zhen'an General Wei Chengji. She has been raised by a man since she was a child. She is good at martial arts and strategy, and is not inferior to women.

The young man was an orphan adopted by a wild Taoist in Jiuyi Mountain. He didn't know who his parents were, so he only devoted himself to cultivation every day and didn't care about worldly affairs.

They were in the sky and on the earth, but on that winter day when the white snow was flying, when I saw her at first sight, I fell in love with her sincerely.

Wei Mingxi asked to stay and clear out the remaining bandit forces around her. Qin Yun always sneaked into the military camp secretly just to take a look at her from a distance, but she caught him out every time.

She said: "I can feel your breath when you are close to me."

That winter day was probably the happiest time in these two people's lives.

However, Wei Mingxi never told Qin Yun that she also had an extremely noble status, that is, she was the quasi-empress of the Qing Dynasty and the mother of a nation in the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

The night before the teacher returned to the court, she asked: "Are you willing to go to the end of the world with me?"

The young man nodded heavily.

That night, the young man was waiting at the place they agreed on. The flying white snow covered him completely and wrapped him into a snowman.

He stood there like a statue and waited for three days and three nights.

On the fourth day, he shook off the white snow on his body, and his black hair seemed to be dyed by the snow, turning all of it silvery white.

The boy is bald.

Half a month later, the imperial capital of Yancheng was covered with red makeup for ten miles. Among the phoenix chariots carried by eighteen people, the woman's red lips and white teeth were so beautiful that everything in the world lost its color.

The young man looked at the high walls of the palace and clenched his fists unconsciously.


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