Follow your heart and you will definitely be able to go out.

He closed his eyes and walked in a straight line without any interference from outside. After a while, they came out of the bamboo forest.

Outside the bamboo forest is a lotus pond. The other side of the pond is a quaint attic, which is the treasure house of Xuanyuan House. Under the corridor of the attic, there were several lanterns, and the faint light could not illuminate anything.

The zigzag promenade is built around the lotus pond.

But Secretly knew that the promenade must not go, there must be an ambush.

The fresh lotus leaves in the Pohu Lake are round and have the size of copper coins. The martial arts skills are not high, but the light work is very good.

But she didn't leave either.

There is definitely an ambush under the lotus leaf.

In Xuanyuan Mansion, only by making its own way can it be safe.

伸 As soon as she stretched her sleeves, a piece of cyan brocade flew out of the sleeves, entwining the porch across the bank. She tied this end to the porch too, and the blue brocade was like a soft bridge.

She floated lightly from the soft bridge, crossed the lake safely, and took back the blue brocade.

There are two guards sitting at the door of the attic, talking.

He bowed his body like a light smoke, flashed into the other side of the attic, and jumped up to the second floor. The two guards were still sitting under the porch, drinking and drinking while talking.

He opened the window on the second floor, slid into the room silently, and lowered the window.

All of this is just in an instant, and no guards are alarmed, and there is still silence all around.

However, Secret didn't know that there was a mechanism attached to the window. As soon as the window opened and closed, others had alarmed.

Two young sons are drinking tea in the study room of Xuanyuan.

One in black clothes and one in plain white clothes.

After hearing the sound of the bell ringing, the boy in white raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Why, still boasting that the world of the nine palaces you arranged in the bamboo forest is inaccessible?"

Son Xuanyi raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Speaking of which, Xuanyuan Mansion has not been a thief for many days, and such a day is really lonely."

The boy in white clothes sipped a cup of tea with a smile, and in the heat of his eyes, his black eyes were particularly bright and bright. With a thin lips, he smiled softly: "Even the heavy organs you arranged in the lotus pond have escaped. Interesting, but it aroused my interest." His sound quality was not high, nor was it low, Liuquan Generally clear, the breeze is generally gentle.

"Xuan Yuan Man also dared to break into it, but he will meet for a while." The boy in white put down the tea light gently, and the elegant white sleeves were as gentle as clouds. The words fell, and he was already floating out of the room like a mist.

瑟 At this time, Jiang Sesher was standing in the treasure hall, and looked closely at him.

There is naturally no light in the squatter room. The lights in the corridor are mixed with moonlight, and the room is dimly shadowed. There are rows of furnishings on both sides of the east and west, with many things on it.

She walked slowly and looked at those things to see what was needed.

He took out a seemingly ordinary copper tube. The copper tube was about two feet long, and the wall was painted with delicate patterns. The two ends of the tube are inlaid with two carefully broken glass lenses.

He seized the copper pipe and looked left and right, but saw no use. When he put the copper tube on his eyes, he looked out the window, and saw the copper bell hanging on the attic of another house, five miles away from Xuanyuan House. When I dropped the copper tube and looked again, I could barely see the pavilion.

This is a rare darling. It can be called a clairvoyant. It can be used at sea.

Wondering, he darted the baby into his arms. Go to the innermost case of Tanmu, turn around, and find some strange things, and put them in the bag together. I was about to get up and leave, and finally felt like a thief. Then he tore off a piece of tablecloth and wrote on the tablecloth with the eyebrow daisy: temporarily borrow the clairvoyant eye, the compass ... to be returned later. After writing, pin it on the table with a silver pin. I was about to get up, and all of a sudden, a shadow seemed to pass by the window.

立刻 She was immediately shocked and had nowhere to hide, so she had to lean on the beam of the room and hold her breath.

A sound of clicking at the window made a figure jump into the room.

The faint Yuehua shined in through the window, and he faintly saw a figure in white walking elegantly through the room, looking at the figure as a young man.

I remembered the rumors of the rivers and lakes that today's mysterious old man seems to have only one grandchild under his lap, named Feng Mian. Because of his infirmity and sickness, he rarely shows up in rivers, lakes and chapels.

Is this white boy just Fengmian?

The white man seemed uninterested in the things on the table in the house, and walked towards the place where he was standing.

He suddenly raised a heart, he would not find her hiding here. Theoretically no, the room was completely dark, and she asked herself that light work and closed breathing were good.

The boy in white clothes stepped gracefully under the beams where he was standing, stretched out his hands from the cloud-like white sleeves, and took a thing from the display stand.

It seems that he is not Feng Mian, the owner of Xuanyuan Mansion. If he is the owner, he should have lit the lamp, why should he explore in the dark. Could it be that he, too, came to steal something? Unexpectedly, I would meet someone in the same group. Seirin thought to himself, and saw that the boy in white took a few steps backwards and stood at the window.

Yueyue's white shirt was gently lifted by the wind, with an elegant style. His face was hidden in the shadow of the moonlight, and it was not real.

垂 He bowed his head, took out a Jinpa from his sleeve, and gently wiped the things in his hand, his movements were soothing and elegant. It seems that this person's opponents are obviously very fond of things. They stole things and did not rush to escape, but there was still kung fu wiping.

She couldn't help but chuckle and didn't want to meet someone who was as bold as her.

In the darkness, I only heard a sigh: "It really is a good bow, but I don't know, how to use it!" The sound is gorgeous, like a beautiful sound of a good string.

He whispered, then noticed that the thing in the hand of the white man was a bow. He put his arrow on the string, raised his arms and bent his bow, and seemed to want to try out a good bow.

I heard the sound of the bow string tightening, and an inexplicable heart followed. This person, wouldn't she have found her, would you take her to test the bow? If so, she is in danger.

The white man was holding a bow, his arm moved slightly, as if aiming at a prey in the distance. Finally, finally, he pointed to where he was.

He was so sweaty on his back that he wouldn't really find himself. She was even more afraid to move. If she fled and fled, she would definitely become an arrow target.

She stared at it indifferently, hoping that it was really a coincidence that the man would move the bow pointing at her. But things did not go as expected, and he saw his fingers loosen, the bowstrings released, and a huge force struck him straight.

He moved swiftly. She could have avoided it at her speed. However, I did not want the speed of the arrow to be so fast that she rubbed her thigh and passed, although she did not hit her, she was worthy of rubbing a layer of skin and it hurt hotly. What disturbed her most was that the blue shirt was shot by an arrow and nailed to the beam.

He was still afraid to move, the white man didn't seem to find him, put down his bow and arrow, and walked towards the Tanmu case.

Secretly hiding on the beam, although he could not see the person's face, but felt that the person raised his hand to throw his feet, as if there were endless romantic affair. A long black satin-like hair was hooped only gently by a hostel, which was inlaid with a south bead with large fingers. The light under the quilt radiates a soft light.

His eyes glanced over the wooden case, and suddenly he was still.

Faltering in his heart, he knew that he had found her handwriting.

Sure enough, the boy in white stretched out his finger and picked up the table cloth with the words on it, watching it through the dim light under the corridor. He looked very carefully and carefully, his fingers slowly moving across her words, and a faint smile on his lips.

I don't know why. She was shocked in her heart, and she just wrote the word with the eyebrow of Dai Qing. The "Silver Needle Nontoxic" written for Ye Wuyan was also used in the same way. At first glance it was not ink, but Dai Qing. It was estimated that the man in white didn't need to think about it and knew it was written by a woman. So, does Ye Wuyan know that Xianxian is a woman?

I was thinking about it, and suddenly there was a rush of footsteps at the entrance of the stairs. Someone came here. The boy in white sighed and drew the handwriting left by Sel into his sleeve.

He was frightened, but had no time to escape. The door had been pushed open, and several guards came in, lighting the fire candle inside the house sharply, and the room was suddenly bright.

The lights turn on, and the darkness recedes.

Only then did he see the boy's face clearly.

But his face, like her, is also wearing a mask.

That is a mask carved from white jade, exuding a lustrous jade luster, and wearing it on his face is indescribable harmony and sympathy.

Because he couldn't see his face clearly, Seser only saw the black eyes outside his mask. The black eyes had no mask because of the mask, but Seser knew that they must be good eyes.

Because those eyes are extremely dark, darker than the moonless midnight, those eyes are extremely deep, deeper than Wanzhang Youtan.

Quiet and quiet like ice jade, as deep as a cold pool. Mingjing is like a glass, black ink is like a cold star.

With such eyes, it is hard to imagine how the face behind the mask is born out of vulgarity.

He was even more frightened that his silk was astonishingly long and black, like a good black damask, shining with a candlelight.

His white clothes only appeared to him in the dark as solid white. At this time, under the bright candlelight, Seser could see clearly, but on the white shirt, a poem was embroidered with light ink lines.

"If you are shocked, you are like a dragon ... as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and if the wind is flowing back into the snow ..."

The handwriting of Xun Longfei and Feng Wu is with a hint of madness and elegance.

I have never seen anyone embroidering flowers, birds, or fishes with embroidery and moire embroidery on clothes, but never seen anyone embroider words on clothes. And this shirt embroidered with "Luo Shen Fu", worn on him, was actually indescribable Fengshenjunya.