The night made a disgusting expression: "no, no, don''t you clean the tripod stove after the weekend?"

    "Yes."

    Duanmu yawang was also disgusted.

    Finally, they looked at each other and obviously thought of a place to go, speechless.

    "Poof!"

    Yan Huiyin burst into laughter, "what are you two girls thinking about? The residual traces of the tripod furnace have nothing to do with your fanciful cleaning!"

    "Yes, how can the double repair marks be washed away." the little white deer looked puzzled.

    Duanmu yawang and yenongying looked at each other, and soon they both turned their heads away. The tips of their ears were red.

    The little white deer looked puzzled: "you... Are you shy? Why?"

    "Never mind why."

    Duanmu yawang cleverly changed the topic and said, "why don''t you say what''s going on with traces?"

    "Why don''t you understand this?" the little white deer didn''t have a good airway: "double cultivation tripod stove. What medicine the cultivator used, the strength of spiritual power and the direction of cultivation can actually be judged according to the traces."

    "But in fact, I didn''t see any trace." Duanmu Ya looked down and observed the tripod stove carefully. In fact, there was a layer of dust on the tripod stove, and nothing else could be seen.

    The little white deer said, "of course I can''t see it on the surface. I can see it with the naked eye. Isn''t that a joke?"

    "How about that?" night made a wonderful way.

    This is also an area she doesn''t know.

    The little white deer said, "it needs special cold water to wash the tripod stove."

    Duanmu yawang: "what is cold water?"

    The night made the shadow confused: "and didn''t you say that the traces of the weekend can''t be washed off?"

    "It can''t be washed off, but some can be absorbed with cold washing water. As for the cold washing water, you don''t have this thing in the world. It''s an immortal thing." the little white deer answered one by one and smiled and said, "I remember the owner has special cold washing water. I''ll find out where he hides."

    "OK."

    Duanmuya looked and patted him on the shoulder, "it''s up to you."

    "Do we really want to move the tripod stove?" the little white deer still disliked it. "Now people are coveting the things of the flying dragon hall. Once we move away, we will be found. Won''t the people in the street be in disorder?"

    "That''s right."

    Duanmu yawang had a headache and had no choice but to ask him, "does it take time to wash cold water, or can it be filled out by pouring it in?"

    "Yes."

    The little white deer nodded and said, "so don''t bring the tripod stove."

    "OK."

    Duanmu yawang didn''t want to take it away. He nodded to other humanitarians: "let''s look around and find out if there is anything useful. If not, we''ll change places."

    Others looked around, but they really didn''t find anything useful, so they changed places.

    The fire elder''s room was nothing, and Yuan Chang''s was also nothing. The little white deer pouted and said, "these two characters are the most important. We can''t find anything in their room. Why don''t we go back?"

    "It''s all here. Look again."

    Duanmu yawang didn''t want to give up. Others naturally listened to her and went to Pang Fengyu''s residence.

    The little white deer went in and said listlessly; "This room is more boring. It''s either painting or books. There''s nothing worth looking at."

    "At least there are many things."

    After entering, Duanmu yawang said and looked around.

    The room is really full of books and paintings. I can only turn books and read paintings.

    Duanmu yawang had read the painting before. She had planned not to read it. She had a good look at the book she had not turned. When she took the book, Yu Guang glanced at a painting hanging on her left hand. She suddenly turned her head.

    She turned her head quickly and suddenly. Night nongying and others didn''t understand: "what''s the matter?"

    Duanmu yawang walked towards the painting, frowned and twisted his head. While trying to recall, he said, "I always feel like I''ve seen this painting somewhere."

    "You''ve seen it once before, of course you have seen it." make complaints about this.

    "Shut up and keep quiet."

    Duanmu yawang was a little unhappy when he was interrupted when he thought of the teachers.

    "OK."

    The little white deer man shrugged his shoulders and ignored her.

    Duanmu yawang bent down to observe the painting carefully, staring at the scenery, objects and the sky

    sky?

    Duanmu Ya looked at the light and patted her thigh: "I remember!"

    She looked at the others brightly: "this picture, this sky, this water, these warm but chilly lights, like the swamp and the sky?"

    When she said this, the others leaned over and looked.

    After reading, Qi Qi shook his head: "No."

    Night Nong Ying analyzed: "this painting is so high that the sky, peak, swamp, flying dove and waterfall look magnificent, while the thin swamp looks like a water pool at all."

    "Yes."

    The little white deer said inexplicably, "if you want to say like, it''s just like this."

    "But I still feel like."

    Duanmu yawang looked at this picture and always felt like.

    There are no words on the picture, but there is a seal.

    She bent down and looked at the red seal carefully, but found that she couldn''t distinguish what word it was: "what word is this? Who can understand it?"

    Night Nong Ying came to have a look and shook his head: "I don''t know."

    Yin Huiyin read out: "Xiang 2000 years?"

    The little white deer was not interested in the painting, so he didn''t come at all. He was stunned by Yin Huiyin''s reading: "Xiang 2000 years? Xiang?"

    His tone was full of doubt. He hurried over and took a breath after seeing the seal: "it''s really 2000 years!"

    "What does the year 2000 mean?"

    Duanmu yawang and ye nongying looked at each other, and Yan Huiyin frowned, "I always feel familiar."

    But his memory is incomplete and he can''t tell the source of this sense of familiarity.

    "Xiang is the demon king." the little white deer stared and said, "he provoked the war between gods and demons in those years! Finally, he angered heaven, and almost all the Protoss and demons were overturned."

    The night made the shadow laugh: "are you telling a story?"

    "Not a story! Really!"

    The night made shadows and laughed even more, and the little white deer stared at her.

    "Don''t laugh first, listen to him finish." Duanmu yawang''s face was serious. She knew that the little white deer wouldn''t talk nonsense. "Bai Bai, why do you say this is Xiang... Demon king according to these words?"

    "The chronicles of the demon clan are a little similar to those of your Terrans. They are all numbers plus the number of years in office. The most important thing is these words, which are the words of the demon clan."

    Duanmu yawang suddenly realized: "no wonder only you and Xiaoyin know each other."

    The little white deer frowned: "but it''s a little strange. In those years, the heaven fell and overturned the second world of gods and demons. I remember that Zhongxiang was only in power for about 1500 years. How did it come about?"