Chapter 135: [Grave in the grave]

Inside the house, Lu Xun held a copybook, a constipated expression on his face.
He wanted to break his head and couldn't figure out what Mr. meant.
It stands to reason that this new year's gift should have a good expectation for the new year.
What my husband expected from me was condensed into a word, is it ... ugly?
Just when he was puzzled, a prompt message appeared in front of him.
"[A copybook (purple) with mysterious power.]"
Lu Xun's curiosity was hooked at once, and then he continued to look down ...
The following is gone.
Lu Xun: "???
Lying trough, the prompt message can still be eunuch?
You ???? Tell me, what power is there!
Three words [to be unlocked] are also written below the basic information.
And after [to be unlocked], the countdown follows.
Lu Xun probably estimated the time, there is still more than one hour to unlock, then, the time is almost ... Ugly?
When it's ugly, it's 1-3 am in the morning.
"So this [ugly] written by Mr. refers to the [ugly] in the twelve local branches?" Lu Xun guessed in his heart.
"Zi, ugly, Yin, Mao, Chen ..." Lu Xun murmured the twelve earth branches in his mouth, and there was a trace of a clear understanding in his heart.
It turns out that this word only represents an hour, and it has no other meaning.
"It feels a bit like the ancestor of Bodhi knocked three times on Sun Wukong's head and told him to come to my house for a wave when he changed three times." Lu Xun's thinking began to diverge.
He closed the copybook in his hand again, and said in his heart: "I thought Mr. Mr. wrote this word has other meanings, it seems that I thought too much."
Since there is still more than one hour, it is better to practice the unnamed exercises first. It is also boring to wait and wait. You have to learn to do something for yourself.
Today's pain has not been enjoyed, he is ready to come on a shot.
Lu Xun sat on the bed with his knees cross-legged, and his body began to perform unknown exercises. As soon as he was preparing to practice, he felt a slight spiritual fluctuation.
"This is ... Xiaochan'er broke through?" Lu Xun surprised.
"Is it related to the copybook the husband gave her?"
He was not ready to practice for a while, but he was lying on the bed halfway and started to brush up the forum, but he had been paying attention to Lin Chan's practice.
The time to brush the forum always passed quickly, and only a quarter of an hour later, Lu Xun felt a slight spiritual fluctuation again, and Lin Chan actually broke through again!
This is obviously not a natural breakthrough, absolutely because of Mr.'s copybook!
It seems that Lin Chan's copybook has shown its power at this moment!
"What's the letter Mr. Xiao wrote to Xiaochan'er? And what's in the copybook?" Lu Xun felt itchy and very curious.
He continued to browse the messy posts in the forum, of course, mainly looking at some photos.
However, Lu Xun just looked at them idly, and did not criticize them.
About another quarter of an hour later, Lin Chan broke through again.
She continued to break through like a bamboo tonight, and stopped until the ninth floor of Qi Qi Jue.
At this point, Master Lu Xun had Gao Linchan at level 2.
This gave him a slight sense of urgency. After all, if it was overtaken by Lin Chan, it would be a bit of a shame.
Embracing the apprentice's thighs ... Although it seems quite cool, Lu Xun thinks that he is a decent person. He still wants to cover the mute as much as possible, not the mute.
Lu Xun was not in a hurry as time passed.
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At this moment, somewhere in Houshan, the drunken gentleman is still wearing a red robe, even at night is very eye-catching.
The dumb old man stood quietly beside him, holding a small lantern in his hand.
There was no candlelight in the small lantern. After he took out the lantern, a part of the fireflies on the mountain digged into the lantern by himself.
The old man carried the lantern, and there was a juvenile smile on his face.
He always likes to play this game in Houshan. I haven't played it many times in my life, but I just enjoyed it.
Mr. glanced at him and said to him: "Let's go, it's time for Chinese New Year. It's time to visit him."
The dumb old man naturally understood who he was in his mouth and nodded quickly.
The whole person slowly left the ground, and then flew towards the Tibetan mountain at a slow speed.
The dumb old man followed him. He even flies slower than the average monk. If he is not waiting for him, he must have flew to the Tibetan mountain.
"Xiao Gui, if you look at yourself, you're a little bit good at carrying on." The gentleman turned to look at his old servant.
The little book boy who once followed his buttocks is now an old servant and an old man.
After hearing the words, the dumb old man smiled again, and then stretched out his two fingers.
He is expressing the number "two".
"Okay, okay, in addition to beating, your two swords are still alive." The gentleman was very honest.
The mute old man was like a child who was praised by an adult. He smiled happily. Even the hand holding the crutches exerted a little force and gave the right hand a tight grip.
After flying to Zangshan, the two circled around and went to the other side of Zangshan.
Zangshan is divided into two sides, one side contains the relics of the demons, and the other side is the graveyard of the demons.
This is a mountain and a tomb.
Looking at the mountain from the foot of the mountain, you can see the tombstones lined up on this side of the mountain.
Some are buried in remains, others are only ashes, and some are gone, but just a tomb.
The mountains on this side are all dead, and only one cemetery is special, because the person inside is not dead and is now a "living dead person".
The gentleman and the dumb old man did not fly directly to the tomb, but walked from the foot of the mountain to the mountain.
Because they have to take care of the movements of the dumb elderly, the two climbed very slowly.
The gentleman has always been walking in small steps, and once the small steps are slowed down, it will look even more weird.
The mountain is very dark ~ EbookFREE.me ~ In addition to the moonlight, only the small lantern on the hands of dumb old people can bring light.
But somehow, there is not much gloom here.
When he reached almost halfway up the mountain, the gentleman walked a few steps to the left, and then stomped his foot gently, a translucent ripple wafted in the air, and a faint light enveloped him and the dumb old man, and then disappear not see.
There is a small world in this mountain.
Or there is a tomb in the same place as a living dead, a tomb in a tomb.
And the people inside are naturally the first sword repairs in the world, the ancestors of the deeds of Mozong, the eldest disciple of the husband ...
The Yan Li who has been dead for years.
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