Chapter 662 Number Seven Again

Chapter 662: Number Seven Again

The old man put down the half-carved spirit tablet in his hand, slowly stood up from the futon, and looked at Yun Qiyou in front of him with a playful and mocking look.

He said: "The world is so big that you can't imagine it. When I was sensible, the Zhan Chen in your hand had not yet been born. Do you want to know the origins of Zhan Chen and Wu Feng? In the world, there should be no one else who knows the origins of Zhan Chen and Wu Feng except me. Even Xuan Ying can't know."

Yun Qiyou's face changed in an instant. She felt that the old man was not lying. At this moment, there seemed to be an extraordinary temperament in the old man's turbid eyes.

Yun Qiyou said word by word: "Do you know Gui Yunwen?"

The old man seemed a little surprised, but then he suddenly realized and said: "Xuan Ying told you that the words on the Zhan Chen and Wu Feng swords are ancient Gui Yunwen, right? She can only recognize Gui Yunwen. The only person in the world who can really interpret Gui Yunwen is perhaps the high priest of the elves. I don't know Gui Yunwen, but I know who forged the Wu Feng and Zhan Chen swords."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, the two swords have been passed down in the world for 9,900 years, even Xuan Ying doesn't know, how could you Do you know the weapon refiner who forged these two swords? "

"She was a woman, her surname was Zhu, I forgot her name, I only remember her surname was Zhu, the reason why I remember her surname is because her ancestors were the legendary figures of Shushan Sword Sect, Zhu Gou and Lu Linlang. You probably haven't heard of these two names, Zhu Gou and Lu Linlang were the brothers and sisters of the evil god. After the evil god left the world, he passed the position of the head of Shushan to Zhu Gou, who was also the most powerful figure in the world for hundreds of years after the evil god. The Dust-Slaying Sword and the Edgeless Sword were forged by the descendants of Zhu Gou and Lu Linlang. I know that much. As for why the woman surnamed Zhu wanted to refine these two swords, and why the old man of reincarnation deduced that these two swords would be entangled for three lives and seven lifetimes after thousands of years, I don't know. "

Yun Qiyou's face changed rapidly, and he said after a while: "Is everything you said true?"

The old man said: "Do I have any reason to lie to you? I told you the origin of the two swords. As for other secrets, you can go to find the high priest of the elves. She should be able to unlock the secret of the ghost cloud text. "

Yun Qiyou said: "Why do you want to tell you this?"

The old man laughed and said: "Haha, because I also want to know what the ghost cloud text means. The old man of reincarnation must have a huge secret in it, maybe it is a secret related to the safety of the world. "

Yun Qiyou said: "Who are you? Why should I believe you?"

The old man suddenly waved his hand, and the faint green smoke from the three thin Zen incense sticks that Yun Qiyou had just lit suddenly began to change, and it seemed to form a word above the incense burner, an ancient word.

Yun Qiyou frowned as she looked at the words formed by the smoke. She felt that the words were a little familiar, but they seemed to be very different from the current words. She was different from Ye Xiaochuan. Ye Xiaochuan liked ancient and strange things, so Ye Xiaochuan knew many ancient seal characters. He was completely self-taught. Yun Qiyou only knew the large seal characters that were finalized 20,000 years ago at most, and had no knowledge of ancient seal characters.

She left, came to the ancestral temple with mixed feelings, and left with even more mixed feelings. When leaving the ancestral temple, the old man said the last words, "Don't tell anyone about tonight."

The bonfire party in the back mountain lasted until late at night. After midnight, everyone flew away drunkenly. Dozens of fat chickens were wiped out by them. Among them, Wangcai and Xiaochi contributed the most. One person and one fox almost contracted one-third of the beggar chickens.

Ye Xiaochuan's alcohol tolerance has been increasing day by day in recent years. It is difficult not to develop a good alcohol tolerance when drinking with Xiaotu, the old monkey, all day long. After a few pissing, the drunkenness was basically gone.

Everyone was very happy tonight, and Ye Xiaochuan was no exception. However, he was still very loyal. He held a beggar chicken that had not been pried open in his arms. After returning to the front mountain, he saw that everyone had gone back to their homes and looked for their mothers, and he quietly slipped away alone.

On the Qingluan Pavilion, Yun Qiyou had just returned from the ancestral temple. She was in a complicated mood and couldn't sleep. She habitually came to the Qingluan Pavilion alone. She thought about the words of the old man in the temple tonight. Although she didn't believe that the old man was an immortal old monster, she still used charcoal to write the ancient text she saw in the ancestral temple on the wooden pillar in front of her.

What does this word mean?

Her intuition told her that the old man's name and origin were all lies, but this word was true.

Suddenly, a head poked in from the top of the Qingluan Pavilion and said with a smile: "Why don't you sleep at night and be in a daze alone?"

Yun Qiyou's face changed, and when she looked up, she was stunned. She saw Ye Xiaochuan's head hanging down, looking at her with a smile.

She said, "Why is it you? I heard that you have turned into a stinky monkey recently?"

Ye Xiaochuan turned over and entered Qingluan Pavilion, saying, "I can hide this from others, but how can I hide it from you? Don't make fun of me. Today, I ate beggar chicken with Baili and others in the back mountain. I thought you like it, so I brought you one right after we finished. It's still hot."

Ye Xiaochuan took out an ugly mud lump from his arms and stuffed it into Yun Qiyou's hand.

Yun Qiyou's body trembled slightly. It turned out that this man had been thinking about her all the time. For a moment, she was overwhelmed with emotions and didn't know what to say.

Damn it, I had already decided to cut off my feelings, why did this guy still come to provoke me?

Ye Xiaochuan didn't think about Yun Qiyou's complicated feelings at the moment. He suddenly saw the words Yun Qiyou wrote on the wooden pillar and said in surprise: "You are practicing ancient characters so late?"

Yun Qiyou was stunned and looked up and said: "Do you know this word?"

Ye Xiaochuan said proudly: "I know a thousand words at the age of three, recited ancient poems at the age of five, and read "Shenmo Zhiyi", "Shan Hai Jing" and "Dahuang Jing" at the age of seven. I am 26 years old now. How great is that? Isn't this the number seven in ancient characters?"

"Number seven?"

Yun Qiyou put the mud aside and said: "Do you know what this seven represents?"

Ye Xiaochuan shrugged and said: "Seven It's seven. What can it represent? But I seem to have seen this ancient number somewhere before. Where? Why can't I remember it for a moment? This kind of writing is almost extinct in the world. Why are you suddenly interested in this number? "

Yun Qiyou said: "I met a mysterious old man. His identity seems to be related to this ancient number seven."

Ye Xiaochuan scratched his head and thought about it. Suddenly his face changed and he said in a lost voice: "I remembered it!"

Yun Qiyou said: "What did you remember?"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "I didn't leave a beggar chicken for my master. The consequences are very serious. I'll take yours first and roast another one for you another day."