Chapter 1852： Parchment Scroll

"Huh, so familiar."

Ye Lier looked at a place in the valley and stretched out a green jade finger to point there. Du Yu also looked up. It was an old castle resembling an elven clan. Du Yu took Ye Lier's hand and shouted:

"Go, go over and take a look."

Ye Lier nodded and let Du Yu walk over with her pink face flushed.

"Oh, meet again."

Du Yu was about to enter the castle in sight, but was stopped by one person.

"Hand over the person on your back, and you can go there."

The man had a cold light in his eyes. Before he could finish speaking, the short sword in his hand came first. Du Yuhuai interrupted the sword and flew out, and a sword light slammed on the man's short sword.

"bump."

The dust on the ground flew up, and Du Yu's mouth was filled with a smile, the smile was extremely weak, and then the dust flew up on the ground, the man vaguely saw that Du Yu had disappeared, and replaced by the thousands of horses that did not know when.

"Fight, Om."

The man vaguely heard these two handwritings, but could not tell the source of the sound. Then, a sword light fell from the sky, and with the sword light came the ubiquitous hum of sword drawing.

The man was a little stunned. He couldn't judge the direction of this sword light. In other words, he couldn't dodge at all, he could only hold up the short sword in his hand and resist.

"Om."

The mosquito humming sounded again. Du Yu put away the dagger and picked up Ye Li'er who was stunned, with a touch of depression in his eyes that did not match his age.

"Crack, crack."

The man seemed to be very angry at Du Yu's ignorance, but soon, the short sword in his hand broke, and then his neck was divided into two pieces by a sharp weapon. The body was pierced with sword light, which transformed behind Du Yu. Made the sky fly ashes.

"It's worthy of a famous sword."

The psychic Taoist sighed in Du Yu's sea of ​​knowledge.

The strength of the man was almost the same as Du Yu, but it was just a face-to-face. It took only a few breaths from the sword to take it, and he was completely cut and shattered. This is still the case when the sword has been broken. It is hard to imagine. The sword is intact, what a peerless edge it should be.

"Old man, is there any difference between the current monasticism and the ancient times?"

The Xiao Se in Du Yu's eyes hadn't dissipated for a long time. As he drew his sword, he saw the indomitable general in the wind and sand, knowing that he would die.

So I remembered that for so many years, Kai Kai's bones on the ground, and the inexplicable scars on the bones in the cave, will my future, like them, become one of the thousands of bones.

"No, you are destined to be the one who will be the best."

The psychic old man smiled and comforted him, but Du Yu just rolled his eyes, and then walked towards the castle with Ye Lier, who had never recovered from his arms.

"Yes, you can put me down."

Ye Lier blushed in Du Yu's arms.

Du Yu gently placed her on the ground and saw that there was a huge river across the front of the castle. In front of the river was a small wooden house. Du Yu looked at the sky, it was getting late, and he led Ye Lier. His hand walked towards the wooden house.

"anyone there?"

Du Yu hit the dust on the wooden house.

"bump."

Although Du Yu didn't use much effort, perhaps the wooden door had long been rotten, and soon broke apart. There was an old bed, a table and chairs, and an unfinished note on the table.

Ye Lier was a little flustered and didn't follow Du Yu in.

Du Yu walked slowly into the room, did not touch the bed or the table, just stretched out his hand and gently picked up the notebook.

The handwriting is made of sheepskin, so the whole body is quaint yellow. Du Yu took it in his hand, patted the dust on it, and turned to the first page.

"If you are here, then please drop a drop of blood on this notebook."

Du Yu was about to turn the page, but soon discovered that the notes could no longer be opened. Du Yu rolled his eyelids and asked in the sea of ​​knowledge:

"Old man, there won't be any robbing things in this note, right?"

The psychic Taoist responded in an angry voice: "Just drop your blood on it."

Only then did Du Yu transport a spirit energy, cut off his fingers, and carefully dripped a drop of blood on it, as if his blood was an incredible treasure.

When the psychic Taoist saw this scene, he rolled his eyelids helplessly, and didn't want to care about this pretentious guy.

For any cultivator, there is basically no problem of excessive blood loss. Du Yu's cautious appearance, but suddenly feels that his blood is very valuable, in the final analysis, he is stingy.

After the notes fell on Du Yu's blood, he quickly turned the second page, um, only turned the second page.

"Fuck."

Du Yu couldn't help but exclaimed, feeling deeply that this note was cheating.

But I opened that page and began to look at the writing on it carefully.

The content of the first page of the parchment scroll: "Why not fight."

You asked me this again, but I could only sigh, the broken banner has long lost the pride of the year.

"Kang Dang..."

This new shell has terrible power, and it is easy for me to pick up the broken flag.

The clumsy rust in the angle of view, the bright red on the broken flagpole, and the broken flag feather that was already covered with dust, silently told the traces of its hardship back then.

Your eyes are unprecedented disappointment, touch.

Suddenly snatching the flag feathers from my hand, Nan Nan at the corner of his mouth, half indignation, half sigh:

"Yi Ming, you have a memory of the figure who sees death as home."

"Things are wrong, so you can get together and go away. Now that you have nothing to say, I will not send you off this time."

I looked at a loss, my tone was half lost, half sighed, and the foster father walked in a hurry, but the dead grass could no longer give off a trace of vitality, and you also chose to leave. Naturally, you make sense.

I lay down the thick dust on the ground blankly, apparently it hadn't been sorted out for a long time, you looked at me helplessly, lamenting my misfortune and angering me.

"Yi Ming, have you given up all your efforts for so many years."

bump…

I picked up the already opened wine jar on the ground, took a bite to my lips, and then fell to pieces.

The blood stains on my hands scratched by broken tiles, I seem to have a rare sobriety:

"Foster father's secret room is underneath. If it were you, you should know its meaning."

I was immersed in the boundless darkness in front of me, and I seemed to see the figure of perseverance when I was young. Although it is a vicious figure that can burn the city on fire, it can always show a ray of tenderness for the longing in my heart:

"At that moment, it can be regarded as accomplishing the goal."

Du Yu looked and looked again, and didn't seem to get any information, so he began to ask the psychic Taoist:

"Old man, this one called Yiming, is it the owner of this handwriting, and that there are many treasures in the so-called secret room?"