145. Chapter 145 She would rather subvert the whole world because of her
"You have to try to find out." When Xia Chu saw Feng Luo about to get up, he quickly stretched out his hand to hold him down. "You have injuries on your legs. Don't move around. This mechanism shouldn't be dangerous. I untied it."
Carry you."
Feng Luo stayed where he was, but he didn't understand what she meant: "No danger?"
How does she know there's no danger?
In addition to the many books in the library today, the most important thing is probably these secret passages that are everywhere. Just touching them can kill someone a hundred times.
He wasn't afraid of himself, but... he was a little worried about her.
However, Xia Chuyi had already stretched out his hand to hold down a large raised character and pushed it inward. Suddenly, all the characters on the wall started to move, shifted a little and then stopped.
She went to push the second piece, following the same pattern, and said as she pushed: "Isn't this ninth level not even allowed to enter by the Grand Master? This means that it is the private domain of the Grand Master. If this word wall can be solved, it means that it must be
He is a very close person to him, and he will not harm his own people."
At this time, the character wall was moving faster and faster. The character blocks that Xia Chuyi pushed into the wall never moved again. The blocks here and there gradually took shape.
Feng Luo still didn't understand: "Are you an extremely close person to him?"
Xia Chuyi immediately felt that Feng Luo was sometimes a little stubborn, and said with a smile: "Which of your eyes saw that I am the person he is extremely close to? It's just that I like to read romance novels, those that are about love, love, life and death, torturing the body and mind.
The erotic legend about immortality and immortality made my limbs feel comfortable and my nose would bleed after reading it, and that unofficial history just happened to have a little bit in line with my aesthetic taste."
"Have you remembered it all?" Feng Luo was shocked, isn't that photographic memory?
"If I can all memorize it, then I won't be a god?" Xia Chuyi rolled his eyes and took out the unofficial history book from his storage bag, "So in order to read it again when I'm bored, I'll take advantage of you when you're not here.
When I was paying attention, I secretly put it in my pocket."
Feng Luo suddenly felt that when he faced this weird woman in front of him, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness all over his body.
He had nothing to do with her.
Xia Chuyi didn't care so much, and happily opened the book to describe the scene when Wei Mingxi was clearing out bandits in Jiuyi Mountain, and Qin Yun secretly came to find her.
One of the excerpts is from a love letter Qin Yun wrote to Wei Mingxi. It contains thousands of words. I don’t know where the person who wrote this wild history found it, but he wrote it down word for word.
She only remembered the first few sentences, and pushed the words according to the rules. It seemed that the blind cat had encountered a dead mouse and was blinded.
So regardless of Feng Luo, she carefully pieced together all the blocks according to the content of the love letter, no more words, no less words. In the end, only the stone slab with sixteen small characters engraved on it was left untouched.
Went in.
After completing this big project, Xia Chuyi shook his arms and felt like he was so tired that he fell to the ground, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.
Seeing Feng Luo staring at the wall she had put together, she immediately approached her with a proud face: "I must be awesome."
Feng Luo didn't move or blink.
Xia Chuyi thought something had happened to him and waved her hand in front of him. Seeing him turn his head to look at her, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What are you looking at so fascinatedly?"
Feng Luo pointed to the words that he could read clearly: "He should like her very much."
Xia Chuyi immediately wanted to whistle and say, "Oh, the hero Feng Luo knows whether he likes such a profound question."
At first I thought that seemed too frivolous, so I immediately put on a serious look on my face and asked in a persuasive tone like a strict teacher: "How did you tell?"
Feng Luo shook his head: "It's not about seeing it, it's about feeling."
Xia Chuyi was thoughtful: "It feels like it."
Feng Luo nodded: "Every word between the lines gives me a feeling. It's like..."
"For her, he would rather overturn the whole world."
Xia Chu took the words expressionlessly, the playful look he had just shown was gone, as if he was a completely different person from the inside out.
Feng Luo looked at her in shock, and the next second she came to her senses, reached out and patted his shoulder and said: "What are you looking at? Push the last piece in quickly, let's go to the ninth level."
Feng Luo really didn't ask her what happened just now, why she said such a sentence suddenly, he just followed the instructions and pushed the stone with small characters engraved next to it into the wall.
There was a loud "rumbling" sound, and right in front of them, two huge stone doors slowly retracted towards the walls on both sides, revealing a row of stairs going straight up - this was the first time they had seen something so normal.
corridor.
Xia Chuyi carried Feng Luo on his back and walked to the stairs. To be on the safe side, he walked up step by step.
But maybe it was just as she guessed. The Patriarch was really polite to those who entered the ninth level. They made it all the way to the ninth level smoothly without even seeing any small traps.
The layout of the ninth floor was completely beyond their expectations. As soon as Xia Chu went upstairs, his mouth opened wide in shock, with disappointment that could not be hidden on his face: "How could this happen?!"
I originally thought that the ninth floor of the Tianshu Tower, which is full of institutions, would be a treasure pavilion or something. But at first glance, it is obviously a place for people to live. The layout is not much different from the place where she lives, and there is nothing special at all.
of.
If you really want to find something special, it is that this room is particularly exquisite. Every detail shows the meticulousness and seriousness of the person who decorated this room.
For example, the gauze curtain they encountered when they entered felt cold and soft to the touch. Although they didn't know what it was made of, it was definitely not ordinary.
After finding Feng Luo a chair and putting it down, she ran back and touched it again, and even rubbed it with her face, with a happy expression on her face: "Good~ cool~ quick~"
Seeing her appearance, Feng Luo couldn't help but move his lips and said, "If I guessed correctly, it should be Bingsha."
"Bingsha!"
As he said that, he started to tear down the curtains.
This ice gauze is woven from the silk of a kind of ice silkworm that grows in the Thousand-foot Glacier Coat. The ice silkworm lives in a special environment and cannot be domesticated. To find one, it would take more than a dozen people to dig out a large ice hole.
That's right. To weave such a large piece of ice yarn, it takes so much manpower and material resources that I can't even imagine the amount.
Naturally, ordinary people would not buy such extravagant things. Those who could afford them were mostly great people such as great weapon refiners, weapon sects, and weapon kings.
Because this ice gauze has a very important function for the weapon refiner, it is heat insulation.
Wearing clothes made of this ice gauze, no matter what kind of fire you use, the heat will be completely absorbed by you. It is really a rare treasure for the weapon refining door.
Look, this curtain should be big enough to make two sets of clothes, one for me and one for my master. How perfect.
Anyway, the ice gauze curtain hanging here is overkill and the only use that Xia Chuyi can think of is to insulate and relieve the heat.
The owner of this house is really extravagant.
He curled his lips and cursed a few words. As soon as Xia Chuyi put the things in the storage bag, an idea popped into his head.
Apparently, it is said in unofficial history that Wei Mingxi was more afraid of heat.