Chapter 324

Liu Xiaolou looked up at the sky. It was indeed sunset, and the daylight was gradually darkening.

Lin Shuangyu said to Su Jing: "Su Shidi, you knelt for so long at Uncle Master's side, you must have angered Uncle Master. You still need to think about how to turn things around. Go tonight."

Su Jing nodded and said: "I will go find the teacher now, admit my mistake to him, and ask him to forgive me, this unfilial disciple. If he doesn't forgive me, I will kneel and not get up!"

Lin Shuangyu urged: "Go quickly. By the way, it's dark, the large formation has been opened, don't forget the mountain gate token, so as not to be unable to enter the mountain protection formation."

Su Jing smiled: "Thank you, Lin Shijie, for the reminder. Don't worry, I won't forget. Even if I forget, I can borrow one from Uncle Master Wu. As the Temple Master of Baofeng Temple, he has the responsibility of receiving distinguished guests, and there is a mountain gate token in the pen holder box in his study."

As he spoke, he took out a dark green bamboo plaque from his sleeve pocket, about three inches square, with the words "Array Order" engraved on it. From a distance of several feet, Liu Xiaolou could faintly feel the spiritual power flowing on this token, which was extremely weak.

Just as he intended to lower his head and lean over to see clearly, he saw something fall from Su Jing's sleeve pocket at the same time, which was a scroll.

He carefully beckoned the scroll into his palm, and then looked at Su Jing and Lin Shuangyu. The two didn't notice that they had dropped an object and were still talking.

"What about Lin Shijie? What's the plan?"

"Since returning from Luo Fushan, I haven't talked properly with the junior brothers and sisters, so I have to go find a few junior brothers and sisters."

"Is it Third Senior Brother, Seventh Lin Shijie and the others? And the two stewards of your distant family, they are on duty at Jingliang Pavilion, Guanpu Pavilion and other places tonight."

"Um, of course, I also brought them mountain mushrooms and spirit flowers from Luo Fushan."

After the two finished speaking, they looked at Liu Xiaolou together. Su Jing said: "Brother-in-law, stay in Baofeng Temple for a few more days, wait for me to think of a way to beg the teacher to change his mind. Tonight I will enter the mountain to apologize to the teacher, so I won't accompany you."

Lin Shuangyu also said: "Uncle Master Wu is old, usually he will enter stillness at the hour of the rat, so Xiaolou had better rest before the hour of the rat."

After the two finished speaking, they bowed to Liu Xiaolou and left together, leaving Liu Xiaolou alone in this lonely and uninhabited bamboo garden, with only the two candle flames on the stone table swaying gently.

Liu Xiaolou unfolded the scroll and looked at it by the faint candlelight. It was a hand-drawn map.

This map had no name and was drawn very simply, with only a dozen strokes. The lines were extremely shallow and white, and the notes on the side were also quite ugly, just like a random doodle by an illiterate child, crooked and not according to the rules.

"Baofeng Temple", "Jiulong Rock", "Yunya Waterfall", "Bai Yun Cave", "Hidden Sword Pavilion".

Although simple, it very clearly outlined the mountain road from Baofeng Temple deep into the inner mountain, until the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

And the array gate of the mountain protection formation was opened under Jiulong Rock.

Several hidden sentries on the mountain road were marked.

Liu Xiaolou looked at the map in front of the stone table for a long time, and then sent the map to the candlestick to burn into ashes.

This was stealing cultivation techniques in the South Sea Sword Sect, and Liu Xiaolou felt very bottomless in his heart.

But not doing it didn't seem to work either. Shisanlang and Lin Shuangyu had pointed out the way...

He had been out for a long time, it was time to make a conclusion. The broad road to continue cultivation was right in front of him, there was no reason to give up!

Liu Xiaolou sat until the second quarter of the hour of the rat, and finally got up and headed toward Temple Master Wu's study.

Baofeng Temple was not large, with only four courtyards in total, and Temple Master Wu's study was in the third courtyard. Passing through the moon gate, bypassing a pond and a flower garden, he arrived in front of the study.

Listening intently, his spiritual sense swept within a radius of ten zhang, and Temple Master Wu's position was immediately perceived by him—in the third quiet room on the right. Judging from his breathing, he was in the middle of cultivation.

Most of the others in the temple were in the first and second courtyards, and there were only two in the third, both were small cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refinement, sleeping in the side rooms.

For the sake of insurance, Liu Xiaolou still put on the jade pendant for hiding his form and reached out to push the study door.

Perhaps it was rare for anyone to dare to come and stroke the tiger's whiskers of the South Sea Sword Sect. Baofeng Temple had been peaceful for a long time, and its vigilance was extremely poor. This study was not even locked, let alone having formations and mechanisms, making Liu Xiaolou's subsequent door-breaking methods useless, allowing him to enter quietly.

The study was divided into two rooms. The right room had no door. Peeking in, there were some shelves, on which were stacked pens, ink, paper, inkstones, various books, etc., full to the brim.

But there were no tables or chairs.

The left room had a door, which looked quite thick, closing the door tightly. It was a room for storing important items at a glance. Liu Xiaolou pressed his hand on the door again, exerted force, and this thick door opened silently.

It was also not locked, let alone having formations and mechanisms. What luck!

There was indeed a desk in the room, on which there was a pen holder a foot long. Liu Xiaolou moved over to take a look and saw a small box beside the pen holder, half open, revealing two bamboo plaques inside.

The bamboo plaques were dark green, exactly the same as the array entry token Su Jing took out earlier.

He didn't even need to touch the small wooden box. With a hook of his finger, he hooked out a token.

Liu Xiaolou walked quickly out of the study, covered the door, restored it to its original state, and after a few leaps, left Baofeng Temple.

In the deep night, Liu Xiaolou sneaked into the inner mountain according to the route on the map. Xiqiao Mountain was not large, and it didn't take long to arrive at Jiulong Rock. It was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see where the nine dragons were shaped on the dark rock. He was not interested either. His spiritual sense swept, and he perceived the spiritual power fluctuation of the formation.

With the array entry token in hand, he naturally didn't need to think about how to crack the formation. At first, he tentatively walked in step by step cautiously, but later found nothing happened, so he became bold and accelerated his speed.

According to the route indicated on the map, he bypassed to Yunya Waterfall in front. He saw this beautiful scenery of Xiqiao Mountain at a glance. The waterfall had a lot of water, but there was no big movement. It wasn't until he reached the bottom of the waterfall and was splashed by the water that he heard the roar of the waterfall. Obviously, a sound-insulation formation was set up.

Liu Xiaolou recalled the route on the map and knew that if he continued to go up, there would be a hidden sentry set up by the South Sea Sword Sect at the corner. After observing for a while, he decided to bypass the hidden sentry and go up directly from the top of Yunya Waterfall.

Yunya Waterfall was not high, just over five zhang. He leaped up to the top of the waterfall, and then...

He stumbled under his feet and almost sat in the water.

Beside a reef less than three zhang away in front, someone was sitting cross-legged. That person's eyes were deep, as if they had passed through himself and looked at an unknown place behind him.

Liu Xiaolou stood blankly on the spot, not knowing what to do or what to think. He was confused for a while, and then confused again, thinking about whether to rush over? But there was no plan for how to end it after rushing over.

After an unknown number of breaths, or perhaps a few cups of tea, a few sticks of incense, a few quarters of an hour, the person suddenly tilted his head slightly, as if listening intently, and then groped the reef under his seat with both hands, stood up tremblingly, and continued to listen.

Liu Xiaolou's consciousness suddenly returned to his body. His heart moved, and he moved a step to the side. The other party did not change, his gaze was still dull, his ears were still listening, so he moved another step to the side, and the other party's posture still did not change at all.

No way, such good luck? This is a blind man, and also a deaf man?

Liu Xiaolou shouted lucky, moved out of the waterfall's water flow step by step, and continued to advance toward the Hidden Sword Pavilion silently!