Chapter 12: Crack the secret treasure

The night is heavy.
When Lu Hao arrived at the top of the hill, there were already many figures waiting there.
The headed one rides on the scales of Shen Jun, wearing a scarlet cloak, and his eyes are as cold as a knife. It is the leader of Jinyun Village, Lian Rufeng.
"How?" I saw Lu Hao appeared, and even asked the peak directly.
"Big brother, that kid is tricky, I don't see it in his hands." Lu Wei took a touch of twilight, and there was a thick unwillingness.
When the words came out, even the people like Feng Feng were shocked. They knew that Lu Xun was the existence of the "inner and strong" level of the real Wu, and only tried to test the details of a 12-year-old boy. He actually failed. What?
At the moment, Lu Wei said one battle that happened just now, and finally said: "Big brother, your opinion is correct. I feel that the kid must be the helper of Xiao Tianren's old thing!"
Even Lianfeng fell into silence, and after a long while, he sneered: "According to what you said, Lin Xun is just a small thing in the inner layer. If Xiao Tian Ren, the old fox, pinned his hopes on this forest, he could It’s too stupid.

After a pause, he waved: "However, since I know that this little thing is only such a point, it is not worth paying attention."
"Big brother, it is better for us to take this opportunity to kill this little thing first, and to give Xiao Tian a Mawei?" Lu Hao was not willing to say that he was defeated in the hands of Lin Xun, and he was ashamed, naturally he was not willing to leave.
"No hurry, let them live for a while now. The most important thing for us now is to completely integrate into the Qingyang tribe and occupy a place in it. In this way, we will completely abandon Jinyun Village and then inhabit ourselves. The place."
Lian Rufeng took a deep breath and his eyes burned. "This is a big event. As long as you join the Qingyang tribe, with the help of our brothers, you can enter the Donglin by the power of the Qingyang tribe. There is a world in the city!"
East Lincheng!
It is the most prosperous city outside the Three Thousand Mountains. It is full of people, densely populated, and has a prosperous trade. It is well-known as the trading center of the southwestern border of the Purple Emperor Empire!
I heard that as long as I can stand there, I will become a qualified resident of the Purple Empire. It is much stronger than staying in this dangerous village.
At the thought of this, the nearby guards were full of blood and their hearts were endless.
"Reckless, you and Qian Qi left, Qian Qi has the 'opening' level of cultivation, you can cooperate with each other, you can completely suppress anyone in the village, you remember, give me a look at Xiao Tianren, just find out If anything is wrong, just drop this old thing!"
Even the peaks are cold and cold, watching Lu Wei and another strong middle-aged, Shen Sheng command, revealing the taste that can not be rejected.
Lu Wei and Qian Qi looked at each other and agreed to it.
Seeing this, Lianrufeng is satisfied with nodding, and immediately shouted: "Three months! Up to three months! All the wealth of Jinyun Village will become the bag of our brothers! At that time, with these wealth and blue The identity of the Yang tribe, the door of Donglin City will be open to our brothers!"
"Go!"
After the words were finished, Lian Rufeng had already drove the squatting horses, and with a group of subordinates rushing to the depths of the mountains, they soon disappeared.
Lu Wei and Qian Qi also returned to Jinyun Village in the night.
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In the hut.
The window is pushed open, the night wind is slowly coming in, and it is refreshing and pleasant.
The starry sky splatters, sprinkled on the desk with a silvery luster, and the mysterious color of the [Yellow Book Roll] and [Dark Ash Pen] on the desk.
Lin sought to rub the book with his palm and muttered: "According to Mr. Deer, these two treasures contain a secret secret. If you can solve it, you can change my life. Get rid of the trauma in the body..."
Lin Xun knew very early that when he was born, the body originally had a rare and incomparable [source of origin], named "Taiyuan swallowing", which is a natural and arrogant blood of the heavens!
Such qualifications are absolutely natural cultivation geniuses. There is no one in the world. Just work hard and practice, and it is destined to become a generation of arrogance in the future. It is famous in the world, and it is terrible.
Regrettably, when Lin Xun was born, his natural origin, the name of "Taiyuan swallowing", was not known to be dug away, and he almost died.
Even under the rescue of Mr. Lu, Lin Xun, the abandoned baby, survived, but because the body's original spiritual veins were dug away, his body was also left with irreparable trauma.
The reason why his current meridians are so stagnate and fragile is that because of this, this has made DeLin seem to be mediocre on the road of cultivation. The cultivation has been stuck in the "inner and strong" stage of the real world.
According to Mr. Deer's words, if the wounds in the body cannot be repaired, Lin's achievements in his life can only stop at the level of the real martial arts, and he cannot truly set foot on a higher spiritual realm.
The only thing that is fortunate is that the book left by Mr. Deer has given a glimmer of hope to Lin’s almost dark practice.
The world recognizes that all the elixir, all the secrets, and all inheritances in this world cannot change the trauma left by the
original spirituality
being dug away.
However, Mr. Lu told Lin Xun that as long as he untied the secret hidden in this book, he would be able to change his life, and Nirvana will be born again!
A book, quietly placed on the desk.
Lin searched for a confusing thought, took a deep breath and opened the yellow book...
After leaving the mine that was destroyed, it was the first time that Lin Xun opened the ancient scroll of the volume.
What is the secret of this shocking world?
Lin couldn't help but look forward to it, but when he saw the content that appeared on the first page of the book, he gave a slight glimpse.
There is no text on the first page, only a spiritual pattern is depicted, and it is also the most familiar "green wood spirit" of Lin Xun.
As early as in his childhood, Lin Xun began to describe this spiritual pattern under the professor of Mr. Deer. The structure and essence of the structure began to be familiar to the heart.
Oh~
Lin thought for a moment and opened the second page of the book. There was no text on the top. There was only one spiritual pattern, which was also the most familiar "spiritual gold".
哗啦~哗啦~
Lin Xun still didn't believe it. When the page turned down, he found that every page of the book was drawn with a spiritual pattern. Every spiritual pattern is so familiar, and he has been exposed and practiced since he was a child. It has already been imprinted in the bones and can be engraved with closed eyes.

How could this be? Is the secret of Mr. Deer hidden in these basic spiritual patterns?

Looking through the book half, Lin found no special things, and could not help but frown and fall into meditation.
If these spiritual patterns are rare and high in existence, it will make Lin find something unusual.
It can be biased, these are the most basic spiritual patterns, which are widely spread in the world, which is somewhat doubtful.
An ancient animal book filled with years of temperament was solely entrusted to Mr. Deer in his own hands. Who can imagine that there is no secret in this book, but some people are known. The basic spiritual pattern?
Lin Xun, who is still dying, continues to look down until he sees the last page of the book, and his movements are violently slammed.
The last page of the book is very different!
The top is not a basic embossed pattern, but a weird pattern that is mottled, incomplete, dim, messy and dense, and completely untouchable.
Just like the things drawn by a stubborn child's pen and graffiti, there is no trace of spirituality.
But all of this suddenly caught the attention of Lin Xun. Could it be that the secret that Mr. Deer said was hidden in this "weird pattern"?
Lin Xun carefully looked at it and carefully studied the complicated and faint mottled pattern.
Time unknowingly passed away, and I couldn’t see a trace of value when I looked at Lin’s eyes.
Lin couldn't help but be disappointed, staring at this weird pattern and falling into meditation.
An ancient scroll that imprints the ages, almost all of which are basic spiritual patterns. It is a bit unusual to draw a messy and dense "weird pattern" on the last page.
What does this mean?
Want to crack the secrets, and where do you need to start?
One by one doubts poured into the heart of Lin Xun.
Just as Lin Xun tried to do this, when he couldn't understand it, his eyes looked at him inadvertently. He suddenly noticed that the color of the last page of the book was completely different from those of the previous pages, and it showed a bright red color.
He picked up the book and looked at the light. This thin sheet of paper, which was not known by any material, showed some things that Lin Xun had never noticed before.
Handprints!
A very bleak handprint!
For a long time ago, some people used blood-stained fingers to
press
many times on this last page. Due to the long time, these blood fingerprints became dull and mottled.
And Lin Xun noticed that these handprints were of different sizes and different colors, obviously not from the same person's hand, nor from the same time.
Seeing this, Lin Xun’s heart quietly emerged a bold idea:
A long time ago, this mysterious book was ever obtained by different practitioners of different periods. They used up the secrets in this book. The method, however, has no progress, so I finally tried to use my own blood as an introduction, in an attempt to get the answer?"
Thinking of this, Lin Xun immediately bit his fingertips and poured a drop of blood on this page of mysterious paper.

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