Stuck here every time, Jiang Nanjun was a little discouraged. Silently, he took the book back from the charcoal basin, patted the charcoal ash on the cover, and turned it to the place where the brilliance had disappeared, and he could see that several pages had been torn off, which was why he could not read any more.

In fact, since the first day he lived in Yunfu, he had begun to read this book over and over again. But every time you go to the same place, you can't continue, and you will fall out of the book. He tried his best to piece together the missing pages, and even looked at them from different angles several times, hoping that the missing part would appear in other ways, but he never got his wish.

"Who the hell is that samurai, and what does that dead baby mean?" he put the book aside, stood up, and paced back and forth in the room.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was thinking hard, when a voice sounded in the room. Listen carefully, it's the woman who appeared in the study of the Xuanyuan Tomb again.

"Jiang Nan Zimo, that day/The watch you rang the bell in the dragon tooth mirror was not good, so you are not afraid that Elder Nanfeng will kill you in a fit of anger?"

He was startled by the sound, and since he did not know where it came from, he instinctively turned his gaze to the roof, but there was no one on the roof.

"It's you again!, why are you here?" he asked.

The female voice said: "This Cloud Mansion, but the mansion I personally arranged for you in the human realm, I came to see if you can live comfortably, is it strange?"

"Oh, every qiē here is all arranged by you, what is the relationship between you and that South Wind Elder?" he asked in shock, neither humble nor arrogant.

The woman let out a burst of laughter like a silver bell and said, "You really want to break the casserole and ask for the end." Okay, I'll tell you the truth, Elder Nanfeng is my master, I am his apprentice, and we are in a master-apprentice relationship, now you know it!"

"Humph!"

Jiang Nanjun was not surprised when he heard this, but his face showed disgust, and he sneered: "You are really in the same group as that old Taoist, so you are indeed a member of the demon clan, right? When I was on the northern slope of the canal, the strange eye only mentioned the "Yin Jiaoqiu Sword Spectrum" to me, and when I entered the ancient tomb, but at the same time I got this "Secret Chronicles of Shenwu", what kind of hell are you scheming?"

The female voice said: "You are wrong, I am not from the demon clan, but I have my own goals with the South Wind Elder and use each other, so I have formed a master and apprentice." "Shenwu Secret Chronicles" is owned by me, and it is a bargaining chip for me to reflect my own value, how can I easily hand it over to him? Since he is interested in the divine position, I will help him realize his wish. As for how to achieve it, I have my own opinions, he just needs to act honestly according to my plan, and don't come to trick me. ”

The more Jiang Nanjun listened, the more confused he became, and he smiled secretly in his heart: "What kind of master and apprentice is this? ”

But the anger on his face did not decrease, and he said coldly: "I don't care who you are, in short, the two of you are complicit, using despicable means to provoke my relationship with the immortal people, and forcing me to serve you, I know these tricks." However, I still kept my promise to the northern slope of the canal, not only went to the ancient tomb to get the Jiaoqiu sword, but also dealt with Shui Ling'er, and also destroyed the identity of the human envoy and became the protector of your demon clan. So you'd better stop playing tricks, show up as soon as possible, and explain the reason for this to me from beginning to end. If you still want to be so mysterious, I'll leave your cloud mansion at once and never come back!I think you demons can kill me, a vampire monster?"

As soon as the threatening words came out, the female voice was silent, and only after a long time did she ask: "Jiang Nanjun, do you remember what I said in the ancient tomb?"

Jiang Nanjun was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically: "What words?"

The female voice replied: "Look at the flowers, not the flowers, and look at the fog, not the fog." (To be continued.) )