Chapter 545

Gold nuggets are accumulated into high walls. Pearls and gems are shining in the gold box in the hall. The dazzling light of money radiates glass like brilliance under the refraction of the night pearl.

Song Ningyu's eyes fell on the wall full of painting marks. It was about a long time ago, so the painting style became a little fuzzy. The woman in the painting was elegant in Confucian skirts, holding a long sword, and her posture was both soft and hard.

Lou Huo looked at the picture on the wall and suddenly murmured, "this is... The last volume of Huofeng scroll!"

Bing Mu's side head blinked a pair of clean and clear eyes, quite puzzled: "what fire phoenix scroll? Isn't that a woman dancing with a sword?" it looked very ordinary, and there was nothing wrong.

Song Ningyu looked at the fire phoenix scroll and denied Bing Mu's understanding of the portrait on it. Bing Mu has no internal power. If she doesn't have mechanism skills, she is an ordinary person. She can't even lightness skills. Her legs hurt after running a few steps, so it's normal for her not to know about the fire phoenix scroll. How do you know and recognize Lou Huo, who was the leader of the alliance?

There is also a coffin next to it. To be exact, it is probably an ice crystal sarcophagus. Song Ningyu approached. In the coffin, there is a person who looks more than half a hundred years old. He has a white beard on his chin, a purple gold robe with a jade belt, and a treasure crown on his temples, which is quite old and strong.

Bing Mu turned his wheelchair to song Ningyu's side and looked at the people in the coffin. He murmured suspiciously, "how did this ice crystal coffin be made after all, and it can make the body immortal for thousands of years?" there was nothing too special. Song Ningyu reached out and touched the ice crystal coffin, and the top of the coffin slowly concave in.

If you don't look carefully, you won't notice at all. Lou Huo is looking at the portrait full of murals. Song Ningyu matches the jade ring in. Bing Mu looks at the jade ring, looks at the kraft paper in his hand and mumbles, "it's impossible. There is a huge temple on it. Why is there nothing behind it?"

The Hall fell into silence. Song Ningyu put the jade ring into a cup of tea, but there was no response. Her eyes shifted from the ice crystal coffin to the portrait on the hall. No wonder! Hongmeng emperor is so strong from generation to generation, probably because he stole the last volume of Huofeng painting from Hongmeng!

Lou Huo glanced at Song Ningyu and slowly pointed song Ningyu up. A cold voice sounded slowly in the hall. Song Ningyu practiced from the first stage to the last volume of Huofeng scroll. There was Lou Huo leading the way in front. Song Ningyu felt that the whole person began to sublimate. The soldiers supported their chin and looked at all kinds of jewelry mechanisms in the hall.

The voice in the hall sounded slowly and intermittently. The night pearl shone on this side all night. Song Ningyu, Lou Huo and Bing Mu forgot the hour as soon as they were busy. Until they finished learning the last level, song Ningyu took back her internal power by learning the appearance of Lou Huo. When she opened her eyes again, her fierce spirit all over her body converged.

Lou Huo slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the hands full of cocoons. When he looked at Song Ningyu, his eyes were a little more warm: "The last volume of the fire phoenix scroll can be called a treasure! If you get this last volume, the first eight volumes can be divided into parts! If you want to get the ninth volume, you must give up your previous skills, and you haven't learned anything before, so it's the best. Practice more and you'll get benefits."

It's a rare thing for Lou Huo to talk to song Ningyu at most! Song Ningyu looks down and condenses his internal power! Bang, song Ningyu shakes himself out because of improper control. Lou Huo eyebrows and eyes twitch. Song Ningyu quickly gets up, clenches his teeth and tries again. Under song Ningyu's palm, the jewelry in the opposite gold box turns into a piece of debris!

Bing Mu rubbed his temples and said helplessly, "I didn't know you two martial arts practitioners could study these paintings for so long! However, I think your breath is different, Lord."

Song Ningyu looked at Bing mu with great interest: "how is it different?"

"If I hadn't seen a slap just now, I would have thought you were no different from ordinary people." Bing Mu looked at the pieces of the ground, turned his wheelchair and stopped in front of the gold box. He reached out and touched them. Those pieces turned into beautiful powder. Song Ningyu couldn't help helping his forehead. This is a treasure of a room!

It was destroyed by her palm!

Lou Huo glanced at Song Ningyu and shook his head helplessly. There were finally some different things in the cold look. Song Ningyu frowned and pointed to the jade steps extending all the way behind the coffin and said in surprise: "when did this jade step come into being?" it was clear that they had nothing when they were practicing.

Song Ning was filled with joy. It seemed that it was really worth coming this time. She stood beside the fire and murmured, "you said, if I fight with Gong Zilin, who will win?"

The building fire glanced at her, and the colored glass in the hall lit up, shining the happy and cheerful face of the woman in front of her.

"I don't know. Gong Zilin's martial arts are too overbearing, and his subordinates never dare to compete with him." subordinates, this is what Lou Huo really calls song Ningyu. If it was normal, song Ningyu never heard what Lou Huo called her, and even didn't bother to say anything. It's really a history of blood and tears to be the master!

"How do you know the fire phoenix scroll?" song Ningyu touched his chin and looked at the endless jewels piled up in the hall, looked at the paintings on the wall, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand, and the nine paintings fell into her hands.

Bing Mu touched his chin and looked at the nine paintings, picked his eyebrows and murmured, "it's a painting, not a wall. I remember that the beauty in the painting is like flowers and jade. Lord, show me?" Bing Mu stared at the nine paintings made by song Ningyu, with a novel face.

Song Ningyu holds the painting and ponders whether to show it to Gong Zilin? It might work for him!

After groping for a long time from the pile of jewelry, she finally found a delicate jade painting tube, took the painting in her hand, smiled and looked at the tangled soldier wood on her face: "you study these mechanisms, and when you go back, you will build me a model of a sea warship. When it is finished, you will supervise Gong Zilin's subordinates and let them build it."

"Lord, what do you want the warships on the sea to do?" Bing Mu also knows a little about song Ningyu's identity. Many things have only heard one-sided words. What he really knows is probably only thick soil and golden moon, or at most an informed water transportation.

Song Ningyu carefully glanced at the soldier wood and turned his eyes powerlessly: "do you care about nothing except developing mechanism technology?" the whole person is very thin and small. Compared with the fire in this building, it is the gap between father and daughter. The gap is too big!

Lou Huo twisted his eyebrows, raised his hand and rubbed the soft hair of bingmu. The smile was as beautiful as spring.