Chapter 137 How many beauties are idiots!

Hearing this, a faint disappointment appeared on Qianlan's elegant little face, and the beautiful head on her show also drooped gently. He sighed secretly: "It seems that you can't know your origin for a while unless the female corpse in the inner world of the God of Light can speak."

Seeing Qianlan like this, Hong Yu smiled gently, hugged her unbearable waist, raised his fingers, scraped her beautiful nose, and smiled and said, "Qianlan, it doesn't matter if you don't know your origin. Isn't it good to live as a fool? You see, I'm very confused."

Are you still confused? Qianlan gave him a funny look. Thinking of the characters he had fooled before, she finally couldn't help turning her little face and laughing. The slightly lost mood was also swept away.

Looking back, he saw Hong Yu with his eyes wide open and looking at himself in a daze. Qianlan suddenly said inexplicably and a little at a loss, "Me, what's wrong with me?"

"Qianlan, you are so beautiful...!" Hong Yu looked demented and muttered.

"This big nymphomaniac!" Looking at Hong Yu's pig brother's appearance, Qianlan laughed coquettishly again. Even the two people in the soul mirror couldn't help laughing. The little thing beside him and the village general heard Qianlan scold Hong Yu's big nymphomaniac, and sat there laughing.

After laughing, Qianlan grasped Hong Yu's arm tightly with both hands, a pair of big eyes, looked at Hong Yu motionlessly, and said seriously, "Hong Yu, thank you, Qian Lan knows that you are deliberately coaxing Qianlan to be happy."

Shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and Hong Yu smiled loudly and said, "I have many advantages. You can slowly find out in the future."

After staying here for a long time, the little thing reluctantly took back the soul mirror, and the two beasts left the ancient tomb of the little one's parents. Hong Yu's eyes swept the ancient tombs around him, and finally stopped on an ancient tomb engraved with "the tomb of the piano demon".

After a moment of hesitation, Hong Yu took a gentle step and slowly came to the ancient tomb of Qin Mo. The man and two beasts behind him couldn't help looking at him with some doubts when they saw him doing such a behavior. The general of the village protection blinked his eyes twice and squeaked, "The mouse said, Hong Yu bastard, is he your relative?"

Hong Yu ignored the noise of the dead mouse and stood there quietly, silently looking at the ancient tomb of Qinmo in front of him. For a moment, he inevitably felt some emotion in his heart. The roaring wind and snow tampered with his clothes and long hair, making him look indescribably sad and desolate.

There is no doubt that the piano demon in the eyes is the Fuxi Emperor in ancient years. It is really unimaginable that even such an existence has fallen into this nine-storey god and demon tower. How many existences such as Fuxi Emperor have fallen here?

In ancient times, there was a saying of three emperors and five emperors, and it has been spread to the people of the world. In the distant past, the three emperors and five emperors were so brilliant and amazing, but now they are silently buried here. All the brilliant legends have turned into a cold tombstone, which really makes people sigh.

The descendants of the world have no way to know what kind of world-destruction war took place in that distant past, making even the existence of the three emperors and five emperors fall and become pink skeletons.

Standing in front of Fuxi's ancient tomb, he swept around with his eyes. Hong Yu did not find the ancient tombs of other ancient emperors. Maybe they were not in this tower of gods and demons, or maybe the era when the three emperors and five emperors fell was different, not in the god and magic tower in this time and space.

Looking at several lonely cedar on the grave, Hong Yu sighed, and then the mysterious gas in his body surged slightly. With a soft sound, the death magic knife left in the mind had already come out of his body and was clenched by him. His legs jumped lightly and came to the grave. The magic knife in his hand gently stroked, and a trace of magic spirit lingered. Meanwhile, several cedar fell down gently.

After cleaning up the ancient tomb of Fuxi Emperor, Hong Yu sat down, explored a divine mind, completely covered the ancient tomb of Fuxi Emperor, and began to understand Taoism.

"Squeak... The mouse said that Hong Yu's boy wants to understand the Taoism here. Is the old boy buried below very powerful?" Looking at Hong Yu's series of behaviors, the dead mice behind him blinked a pair of bean-like mouse eyes and squeaked confusedly. This dead mouse is really the best. When he meets an ancient man, he is called Lao Baozi.

Qianlan beside her put a jade finger on her red lip and booed the dead mouse, signaling it not to disturb Hong Yu's understanding of the Taoism. Immediately, she whispered to the dead mouse, "Have you forgotten? Previously, in the depths of 100,000 mountains, the ancestor of the Henggong family used an imitation of Fuxiqin. In ancient times, Fuxi Emperor was called the piano demon by the world because of Fuxiqin. Now, isn't the tomb under Hongyu written on the tomb of the piano demon? Therefore, that ancient tomb is the ancient tomb of Fuxi Emperor among the three emperors and five emperors in ancient times.

"Oh..." Hearing this, the dead mouse suddenly blinked its eyes in surprise and squeaked, "Damn it, it turned out to be the ancient tomb of Fuxi Laobangzi. No wonder that Hong Yuhun will sit there to understand the Taoism. Shit, if Fuxi Laoxiaozi's Taoism can be felt, it will really benefit a lot! "

"Dong!" Qianlan's delicate jade fingers knocked on the sharp head of the dead mouse, and the dead mouse quickly shut up.

"Mimi...so stupid... dead mouse..." The little thing on one side immediately pointed straight at the dead mouse with its furry little claws and smiled happily.

"Damn it, you little one, who is so stupid and stupid? I am extremely smart, wise, handsome and unrestrained, and the jade tree is windy and romantic. Shit, such a mouse brother is not loved by anyone. It's unreasonable! Yoho~ How many beauties are fools, and how many fools don't cherish them. How many fools wait for fools, and how many fools cry secretly. How many uncles want to push down and how many Lori are abducted. How many Zhengtai are perverts and how many Loris are hooli. How many beautiful people love idiots, and how many idiots only love men..."

Looking at these two living treasures, Qianlan felt funny and sighed helplessly.

On the ancient tomb of Emperor Fuxi, Hong Yu closed his eyes and calmly understood the Taoism. In fact, Qianlan was too worried. Dead mice and little things could not disturb him at all now, because Hong Yu has now completely entered a selfless world.

Time passed quickly in Hong Yu's quiet perception. On the first day, Hong Yu didn't realize anything. His mind seemed to have entered a blank space, which was empty and nothing. However, Hong Yu did not give up and still sat quietly on the ancient tomb of Emperor Fuxi, concentrically feeling that his whole body seemed to be sitting.

The next day, he still didn't realize anything. In that nothingness, his mind still couldn't feel anything. On the third day, he finally felt a trace of breath there. Hong Yu was suddenly shocked and continued to feel it. Slowly, the breath became stronger and stronger. Finally, it was as vast as a vast ocean.

He saw a man there, tall and powerful, hunting in black, with 3,000 long hair without wind, a knife-like face, a pair of deep eyes, as sharp as a blade. Above this person's head, there is a huge guqin, and each string is a dragon.