Soul bound

Chapter 61

Cen Ming's handwriting is not in line with his own scribbles, loosely connected together, without any of his dignity.

The paper is a little rough, with some ink stains on the corners.But it seems that few people read it, and the inner pages appear abnormally smooth.

Lu Chilin was sitting on the couch, and Lu Jiuyuan was lazily leaning on his shoulder, his eyes slowly swept across his slender fingers, carefully observing his movements of turning the pages, without reading the words on the paper at all. half point.

He thought that these hands were really good-looking, and they should be clasped tightly by him.

But Lu Chilin didn't seem to notice his gaze, his head was raised and his gaze swept over the writing on the paper one by one.

From the moment he came across the notes on this paper, he felt a sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he should be familiar with every record and mark.Lu Chilin thought, maybe it was the combination of Cen Ming's remnant soul and remnant spiritual power that caught his gaze.

He wrote some trivial matters in his notes, and also remembered some formations he created himself, but he didn't mention anything related to the soul-binding formation and Shen Chuan.

Instead, I saw Shen Buhui's name——

When meeting Shen Bugui for the first time on the wandering island, they hit it off right away.

Meet again in Yangzhou today, and enjoy the lake tour together.

Lu Jiuyuan rubbed his chin on his shoulder, raised his hand and clicked on Shen Buhui's name, and said, "So it was him."

Lu Chilin tilted his head, and asked "Hmm?" in doubt.

"I heard Cen Ming mention it in Shen Chuan's illusion before, he seemed to say..." Lv Jiuyuan paused, and continued, "He said he was Shen Chuan."

Lu Chilin was taken aback, pursed his lips and did not speak.

"He approached Cen Ming under a pseudonym, perhaps to get news from various sects. Or maybe he just enjoyed the feeling of playing around with the righteous way of the famous sect." Lu Jiuyuan said lightly, and with Lu Chilin's hand turned the next page, "After all, it's a demon cultivator, so it's not surprising."

Lu Chilin responded in a low voice, and looked at the next page.

He thinks not.Cen Ming's complicated emotions at the beginning made him almost breathless, not just because Shen Chuan lied to him.

But he didn't know what kind of emotion it was and why it arose, perhaps only Cen Ming himself could know.

"It seems that there is a restriction on it." Lu Jiuyuan said again.

He tried to generate a trace of spiritual power, and injected it into the paper before Lu Chilin could react.

Almost instantly, the same amount of spiritual energy returned from the paper, collided with his, and a gust of wind arose around, several sheets of rice paper were rolled out of the paperweight and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Lu Jiuyuan kept it on purpose, otherwise the house would have to be blown up.

"The things in Linxuetang are troublesome." Lu Jiuyuan muttered in a low voice, leaning on the cushion behind him.

Lu Chilin looked back at him with a smile in his eyes.

He thought, this kind of Lu Jiuyuan is very interesting.

It was the first time he saw him like this.

In the past, Lu Jiuyuan always looked omnipotent in front of him. He never touched any walls, nor did he show such a lovely expression.

"Ask Lou Yunshen, he may be able to solve it." His tone was a little light, as if he was extremely reluctant.

It's like... like a wolf cub who refuses to admit defeat.

Lu Chilin said softly: "If he would, there would be no restrictions."

Lu Jiuyuan said, "That's true."

Lu Chilin's eyes lingered on him for a moment, then turned his head again, and landed on the open pages of the book.

He stroked it with his fingertips, and then released a little consciousness.

Perhaps because of the remnant soul of Cen Ming fused in his body, he was not rejected by the restriction.

He seemed to have entered a quiet room, and saw himself—it should be said that Cen Ming was sitting at the table, scribbling this page.

His eyes were clear and bright, and he could easily read those words without much effort.

He drew a simple talisman and wrote it on all sides - Jiutian Mirror, Tianxun Blade, Shark Bead, and Lumen Lamp.

Not bad.

He stopped the pen, and the ink soaked the paper, staining a large area black.

He suddenly reacted and moved the paper away in a panic.

Cen Ming closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again.

On the vacant person, he filled in a circle and four lines.

like a villain.Lu Chilin didn't know what he was writing about.

Lang Hao was put aside, and after a brief pause, his fingers slowly touched the paper.Where the fingertip touched, the ink turned into another shape, covering up the previous handwriting.

He could have been destroyed directly, but in the end he stayed.Maybe this day was expected long ago, and he wanted to leave some clues for future generations; or maybe, he simply wanted to pass on the formation to future generations.

But it doesn't matter.

Lu Chilin took the Langhao from the pen holder, grabbed the rice paper under the paperweight, and drew what he had just seen on the paper.

Lu Jiuyuan propped himself up and moved to his side.

"Meng Mansion is here...Changshan School..." Lu Jiuyuan stretched out his hand to trace on the paper, then raised his head suddenly, "Do you have a map?"

With a movement of Lu Chilin's hand, he drew a volume of drawings from the bookshelf with spiritual power as a thread, and spread them out in front of Lu Jiuyuan.

The rice paper attached the map, whether it is the approximate location of Jiutian Mirror and Kaifeng, Shark Pearl and Changshan, or Tianxun Blade and Wandering Island, they all match up.

The location of the magic weapon was not random, but deliberately arranged by Cen Ming.

And the lumens...

"In Linxue Hall." Lu Jiuyuan accepted the drawings and said flatly.

"There's the last one." Lu Chilin pointed to the shape of the villain.

Lu Jiuyuan hesitated and said, "This place...is like the mountain I went to earlier."

He was talking about the mountain where Shen Chuan hid with his physical body.But if this is the case, Shen Chuan should have broken the four magical artifacts long ago. Could it be that he doesn't know where these artifacts are?

Shen Chuan's soul should not be able to leave the soul-binding land for too long.Then that place should be the center of the formation, and this magic weapon should also be the most important one.

too weird.

Lu Jiuyuan thought.

Although he didn't know how to set up the formation, it shouldn't be like this.Isn't the trapped formation supposed to trap people in the center of the formation, how can it bind people to the leading edge of the formation?

Putting such an important magic weapon and Shen Chuan's soul in the same place, how is it different from luring wolves into the house?

"What is this last thing?" Lu Jiuyuan asked.

Lu Chilin shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"That's all." Lu Jiuyuan sighed, "Let's take tomorrow to discuss with Lou Yunshen. Now...do you want to take me to the mountains for a walk, or sleep with me?"

Lu Chilin said lightly, "As you wish."

"Thinking that the snow hall is not as good-looking as mine." He said.

midnight.The insects in the mountains are still screaming, making bursts of chirping under the moon.The wind passed through the forest gently, slipped into the courtyard, and hit the window frame.The shadows of the trees are mottled, reflected in the house through the window paper, leaving traces of flickering on the desk and chair.

Lu Jiuyuan opened his eyes without warning.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Lu Chilin next to him, his eyes were dark and uncertain.

He murmured softly, then gently propped himself up.

Even Lu Chilin didn't feel his movements.

Without making a sound, he opened the door and walked under the moon.

He looked up at the crooked moon in the sky, and there was a blood-colored strange light in his eyes.