Ling Luoyu opened his hands, surrounded by the waist of Mo xuanchen, leaned on his shoulder and looked at the changes of the sky, and did not speak again.
Her heart is clear, Mo Xuan dust is absolutely not a casual, must be aware of something.
I don't know why, she suddenly felt helpless.
No one knows what is waiting for them tomorrow.
Also, Mo xuanchen is afraid of Mo Shen, who will kill him!
Is -
God??
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the days with Mo xuanchen around us are always fast.
With Ling Luoyu's character, not long ago, the whole Beiluo mountain did not know that she was not the mistress of the palace master's wife.
She released some elders and disciples of Yaoshan sect and told them to continue refining pills after returning.
She herself, together with Bian Liangcheng and others, stayed in Beiluo mountain and led the remaining Yaoshan disciples to refine pills.
They want to improve everyone's cultivation in the shortest time.
With the help of pills, those injured in yueyun gradually recovered.
Although forced to take pills, but the good thing is that Mo xuanchen is good, and there are pills to improve their accomplishments, so they don't have much resentment in their hearts.
During this period, Mo xuanchen talked to everyone individually, and recorded their inheritance in ink, sorted out and summarized them.
In order not to distract him, Ling Luoyu wisely moved out of the bedroom of Mo xuanchen and turned to the study.
As she made the bed, she found a sealed, locked bookcase behind several rows of bookshelves.
"What is that?"
"Those are some old books that I don't often read. Because they can't be used and cleaned up, they have bookcases and locks. Do you want to read them, madam?"
The maid called cicada to put down her folded clothes and went to the censer.
"The key to the bookcase has always been in the censer for easy search, so as not to lose it!"
The maid called cicada was originally Yang Guang's maid. In order to make Ling Luoyu's use convenient, she gave it to her temporarily.
Ling Luoyu likes to call cicadas, who are smart and sensible.
"Go and do your work. I'll take a look at it myself."
Ling Luoyu takes the key and asks the cicada to do things without waiting in front of her.
The surface of the bookcase is very clean and free from dust.
However, when opening the cabinet door, a strong smell of ink came.
"This smell..."
She sniffed hard.
"Madam, the cupboard is only opened once a month for ventilation, but it is not moved out to dry. It must be a bit moldy. How about I take out all the books for you to dry?"
"No, I'll take a look..."
What attracted Ling Luoyu was not the smell of mildew, but a faint smell of burnt fragrant wood.
Jiaoxiangmu is a kind of tree that can not rot for thousands of years. After burning, it will have a burnt smell of cooking fire, so it is called jiaoxiangmu.
This kind of wood is hard and not rotten, so it is mostly used to make books and records precious written materials.
But Ling Luoyu looked for a circle, but did not see any bamboo slips.
The bookcase is not big. One person is tall, three feet wide and only one foot thick. You can see the bottom at a glance.
"Is it burnt wood in it?"
She looked for a circle in the bookcase, did not see any clue, can not help frowning.
"No?"
But the smell of burnt fragrant wood is so obvious that it will never be absent.
She simply took out the books and piled them up after reading them.
When she found the third line, something "slapped" and fell on the instep of her foot, and the smell of burnt fragrance became stronger.
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