Zhao Poxie murmured softly and finally walked out of this quiet courtyard with endless aftertaste and awe.

…

Small courtyard, inner hall.

As soon as Chan Zhiqiu and Li Mo walked in, they couldn't help but turn around, their solemn expressions revealing deep doubts.

"What kind of method did you just...use?"

The darkness is endless, the snake is like a demon... Such strange visions are like a brand for this descendant of the Mountain of the Past, deep into the soul and indelible.

Chan Zhiqiu felt shuddering at the echo at this moment.

"Fairy Chan is good at cultivation. Most people will gradually forget out of fear." Li Mo chuckled.

His methods are as illusory as a dream, leaving no trace behind.

It's like a normal person having a nightmare. The memory is profound at first, but then the nightmare gets worse and it becomes difficult to control himself.

But when he woke up, the dream would gradually become blurry within half a day. Three days later, he only remembered that he had had a big dream. When he asked for details, he was at a loss.

"My method of practicing in the Mountain of the Past is very special. It develops the mind beyond that of ordinary people, so it is more sensitive."

Chan Zhiqiu murmured softly, still looking at Li Mo with a puzzled expression.

"You are like the Black Sword back then, and the Xuan Gong methods you use are not owned by Luofu Mountain..."

"You also have a mystery about you."

Chan Zhiqiu's beautiful eyes were filled with unprecedented curiosity, as if a scholar had discovered an all-encompassing book and couldn't wait to explore the knowledge and mysteries contained in it.

"I seem to have won the first place." Li Mo didn't answer, and went straight to the point.

Chan Zhiqiu was silent for a moment, but then nodded.

Although she couldn't see Li Mo's methods and even couldn't understand them, neither Fa Ming nor Xu Feng seemed to be able to parry in front of this man just now.

"According to the rules, you can ask questions to my Mountain of Past Events and get a secret you want to know." Chan Zhiqiu whispered.

This is the weight of the Mountain of the Past, the mountain gate of the world, and I don’t know how many people want to get such an opportunity.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you want to know, the Mountain of the Past can even tell you whether the founder of your mountain used his left hand or his right hand when he was a boy.

"I want to know a secret about Black Sword." Li Mo said.

"Sure enough..." Chan Zhiqiu remained silent.

At this moment, she looked at Li Mo with even more awe.

The moment Li Mo made the request from this descendant of the Mountain of the Past, it was enough to conclude that this man was not a disciple of Luofu, but a descendant of the Black Sword.

He came back three hundred years ago under the halo of that man.

"Black Sword is a legend throughout his life. There are too many mysteries surrounding him. Even my Mountain of Past does not have many records about him..."

Chan Zhiqiu regained consciousness and couldn't help but said: "What secret do you want to know? I may not be able to answer you."

"I really want to know four words."

"What?"

"Seeing me as a calamity." Li Mo thought for a while and finally asked the answer he wanted to know the most.

He knew that these four words were the truth of [Nine Lives Mysterious Tribulation].

"Is this why you're here?" Chan Zhiqiu was slightly stunned and asked.

"You know?"

Li Mo's eyes lit up. He didn't have high hopes at first, but seeing Chan Zhiqiu's reaction, he knew there was something going on.

"I don't know." Chan Zhiqiu shook his head.

"Then you just..."

"Wait a minute."

As she spoke, Chan Zhiqiu turned around and walked into the back hall. A moment later, when she came back, she was holding a small bronze box in her hand.

Li Mo went up to meet him and saw a seal on the small bronze box, with the four characters "Seeing me as a disaster" clearly engraved on the box.

"This is……"

"Black Sword has a long history with my ancestor from Past Mountain. Back then, he left this small box, saying that one day, someone would take it..." Chan Zhiqiu told a story about the past.

From that time on, this copper box was enshrined in this courtyard and passed down from generation to generation, just like the [Yuan Chi Hui].

"If you are asking about these four words, maybe you are the person Heijian is talking about."

Chan Zhiqiu pondered for a moment, then handed the small box into Li Mo's hand.

"It's so simple..." Li Mo was a little surprised and couldn't help but ask: "Have you ever opened it?"

"Um!?"

Chan Zhiqiu raised her eyebrows, took a deep look at Li Mo, but shook her head and said: "No one in this world dares to be so brave."

As he spoke, Chan Zhiqiu turned around and did not enter the back hall, seeming to leave the place to Li Mo.

Li Mo looked at her retreating back, sat down hurriedly, and was about to open the copper box.

"This seal is really weird." Li Mo tore at it for a long time, but it didn't move at all.

His thoughts turned quickly, stimulating the spiritual roots of the Dao Meridian, and using the [Nine Lives Method] to circulate his inner breath. As soon as he touched it, the seal automatically faded away.

"It was really left to me."

Li Mo opened the copper box and found a jade slip inside, only the size of a palm, with about a hundred small characters densely packed on it.

"This is..."

Li Mo's eyes became hot and he couldn't wait to watch. However, as his eyes continued to move, the expression on his face gradually changed. From initial shock, to disbelief, to shock, and finally to weirdness.

"Nine-life mysterious calamity... Is there such an outrageous calamity in this world!?"

Li Mo murmured softly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

At the same time, a piece of news spread quickly and spread like wildfire in Wangxuan City.
Chapter completed!