Chapter 167 Lost

Thinking of Aunt Qing's handwriting, Zhang Yuan suddenly seemed to think of something? In his consciousness, he suddenly remembered his mother's blood book, hurriedly took the bleeding book from his arms, and carefully looked at the words written in blood on it. Looking at it, his face was pale, his fingers were loose, and his spiritual sword and blood book fell to the ground. For a moment of weakness, he stabbed back a few steps and leaned against a big stone.

The handwriting on the blood book is exactly the same as that of Aunt Qing, which is exactly the same. His body softened and he fell weakly to the ground. Feeling a headache, Zhang Yuan put his hands on his head and shouted.

"Why is this so? Why is this so? Why is the handwriting of this blood book in the hands of Aunt Qing? Why is all this? Is everything fake, or is Aunt Qing my mother?

The wind blew, and the roar echoed in the valley for a long time, as if everything in this world was so unreal. Thinking of seeing the blood book for the first time three years ago, and three years later, everything became difficult to argue and confused.

If Aunt Qing is really her mother, then why does the blood book say that her mother endures suffering in the fire? But if Aunt Qing is not her mother, why is the handwriting on the blood book the same as her handwriting?

I remember that when I mentioned the palace owner in front of Aunt Qing, Aunt Qing's dynamic expression seemed to be an old acquaintance with the palace owner. Although Aunt Qing tried her best to cover it up at that time, Zhang Yuan was still slightly aware of it.

In this way, "I'm afraid it wasn't me when I met the palace owner by chance." Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan felt that he had always lived in the palm of others, but he didn't know what the reason for everything was. Thinking of the magic array, thinking of Aunt Qing's deep living in the cold, and thinking of what the ferocious Lord said to the palace owner and Mr. Shang said to himself, Zhang Yuan seemed to feel that what they said should be true.

The blood book and the spiritual sword are quietly on the ground, but when the wind blows, the blood book will float a few times. Zhang Yuan slowly stood up from the ground. His white clothes were covered with a lot of dirt. His face was very pale and his expression was shrinking. He looked as if he was ten years old.

With a vicissitudes of face, he slowly squatted down, then picked up the blood book and read it carefully over and over again. In this way, he has been watching it over and over again for a long time.

After a long time, he gently stroked the blood book. For three years, this blood book has always been his spiritual pillar. Whenever he puts the blood book on his body, when he misses his mother and when there are obstacles to practice, he takes the bleeding book as his spiritual pillar for himself. After touching her a few times, Zhang Yuan put the blood book back in his arms. No matter who his mother was, he had to find her and save her from the sea of suffering.

Picking up the spiritual sword, Zhang Yuan didn't know where to go. Maybe he should go back to the peak of heaven and ask the palace master all the reasons, but if the palace owner really didn't know it, wouldn't he be looking for trouble? Even if the palace owner knows everything, she will not necessarily tell herself. The more Zhang Yuan thought about it, the more upset he felt. Unconsciously, he came to the top of a mountain. This mountain is not high. It is surrounded by higher green peaks, and several green peaks surround this mountain.

Looking around, there are cliffs in front of you. At the foot of the mountain is a pool of still water. This pool of still water floods all the surrounding valleys. At a glance, countless mountains and hills emerge from the water. In the quiet water, there are occasional sparkling waves. These ripples emit circles of waves on the surface of the water, and the waves spread silently to far away. Looking at this still water, Zhang Yuan's ups and downs are much quieter.

Flying down the air, he came to the edge of the water lake. The coldness in the water immediately made him feel cold. Squatting down, Zhang Yuan picked up the water, washed the dirt off his clothes, then washed his hands and drank a few mouthfuls of water. The cold water entered his stomach, making him feel that he was walking on the edge of the lake. He often heard subtle sounds in the water. These sounds were made by fish nibbling water plants. A ripples surged on the surface of the water, and a big fish swam on the surface of the water. After seeing the people, the big fish hurriedly dived to the bottom of the water and never dared to come out again.

After walking on the edge of the lake for a short time, seven or eight fish larger than adults swam out of the water. They wanted to roast fish, but Zhang Yuan was not in the mood. I don't know how wide the calm water is, but wherever you see it, there are green peaks coming out of the water.

At this time, the place where Zhang Yuan walked was a lakeside path. The path is so narrow that only one person can walk this path. It is on a very high green mountain cliff, and half of the height of the green mountain is flooded. The lake just flooded the cliff path. If the water rises another meter, even this path will be submerged. Walking on this road, Zhang Yuan felt very difficult to walk, but the quiet and beautiful scenery deeply attracted him. At this time, Zhang Yuan just wanted to walk slowly like this and carefully enjoy the scenery.

After walking through this narrow road, Zhang Yuan almost walked around the mountain. At this time, the lake in front of us is no longer as wide as the surface. The lake here is separated by ridges. When you look at it, you can see dozens of pools, large and small. Some pools are kilometers wide, some are only 100 meters, and even a few feet.

Water pools of different sizes are distributed in rolling mountains. The clear water still reflections the shape of the mountain. The green pine trees on the mountain become lush and green after being in the pool. Zhang Yuanyu flew up in the air and quickly flew over one pool after another. Now there is no hope for him to find the spiritual pearls. Under the world, the world only knows that there are beads in the spiritual mountains, but no one knows that the spiritual beads are there.

Zhang Yuan secretly made up his mind that if he could not find Lingzhu in a few days, he would return to the sect to receive the reward of the Nine Sword Palace. At the beginning, Yi Yun once said that the sect temporarily decided to reward 20 people who went to the wilderness to carry out tasks. Guiyuan disciples can get a spiritual sword, and Yun Xiaoqiang disciples can get a super spiritual sword and a space ring. After hearing this award, everyone was very happy at that time, but no one expected that only nine people died in the end. In this case, everyone would not be happy even if they got the reward.

In the depths of the quiet spiritual mountain, Zhang Yuan flew alone, and the chill emitted by countless pools below made him feel that his life was like this pool, which was chilling. Suddenly, a dragon roared in the depths of the mountains in front of him, and the roaring dragon roared through the nine nights, and all living creatures fought bravely. The sound of dragon chanting shocked people's hearts and souls. Even if they are far apart, Zhang Yuan can feel the supreme dragon power and never allow anyone to pick it.