Donghara University is particularly lively today.

Of course, this kind of excitement only refers to a certain aspect; sometimes some reporters carrying cameras and microphones can be seen shuttled around the school; there are even many students who are sometimes asked by reporters whether they are familiar with Xiaonan, etc.

This made students from Dongda University talk one by one.

"Oh, Wu Bin, you guys are on the news, beastly, I really had a midnight snack with Choi Yoona last night, it was such a beastly!"

Fan Xiaonan did not come to class, but the classroom was still quite lively. Lao Wu and others had just entered and waited for class when suddenly a classmate shouted with envy on his cell phone.

"Where is where?" After hearing this, many people immediately came over.

"You can read it yourself, Tencent Entertainment News is the front page!"

After hearing this, everyone quickly turned on their phones, and Lao Wu, Ren Zeyu and others also quickly watched.

Sure enough, when I opened it, I soon saw the news titled "Dongda Lantern Festival Gala, Choi Yoon-er secretly met Xiaonan, and was close to midnight snacks."

"Look...I, this is me!" Lao Wu raised the phone in his hand and pointed to a photo on Tencent Entertainment.

"Ha, I'm here, have you seen it? The eighth photo, front photo... so handsome!" Ren Zeyu also looked at the photo on his phone at this time, his face full of complacent expressions: "This reporter who takes photos is good at taking pictures!"

Zou Fei even said with a smug look: "Hehe, I have twelve photos, six of them, what are you proud of?"

Looking at the three of them looking proudly, the students next to them were envious and asked, "Are you only six of you?"

"Of course, there are only six of us, look... Xiaonan, Choi Yoona, Kim Yeon-soo, and three of us! We also have a photo with Choi Yoona yesterday!"

Lao Wu proudly took out his cell phone and found the photos for everyone, which made everyone envious again.

A girl sitting in the corner picked up her phone and looked it out and looked at the news. She also showed a hint of envy in her eyes. However, after looking at Yang Qiong, who seemed to be reading a book next to her, she finally snorted coldly at the excited boys next to her, saying, "What's so great about Choi Yoon'er? It would be almost the same if Jun Zhilong and Choi Shengxuan!"

Hearing this, the boys next to him looked at Yang Qiong who lowered his head and kept silent, and all sneered: "Haha, of course it's amazing. If you have the ability, do you go and hook up with a Quan Zhilong?"

"That's right... Yang Qiong, isn't Li Yang very capable in your family? Let him get you a signature of Quan Zhilong?"

After hearing this, Yang Qiong rarely said anything. She just put the book in her hand and walked out quickly with a gloomy face.

Seeing Yang Qiong walking out with a cold face, the boys chuckled and said nothing; they sat back in their seats, waiting for class.

At this time, in Qianlong Lake hundreds of miles away, there were dozens of islands of all sizes, including a hidden island with a radius of several miles, hidden in the deepest part of Qianlong Lake and rarely visited.

The island has beautiful scenery, lush and lush trees rise from the sky; deep in the jungle, it suddenly becomes clear, a large-scale and ancient courtyard is in sight.

Outside the courtyard gate, there was a huge blue stone with three extraordinary red characters engraved on it: "Chiciao Island!"

There are one and three main building in this courtyard. In addition to the two ear rooms on both sides, there is a huge study room in the middle.

A majestic old man with a red face, a lion's nose and tiger's eyes, and a gray-haired man was standing in front of a long desk, wiping ink, and his brush in his hand was like flowing clouds and water. Soon, he wrote a magnificent "Nostalgia for the Red Cliff".

Just as I finished writing, a middle-aged man walked in slowly outside.

"What's the matter before you hit it?" The old man put down his brush, reached out to the side, picked up a wet towel and wiped his hands, looked at the middle-aged man, and said in a low voice.

"Father, the report of the Dongyuan curse incident came out a few days ago. I looked at it and thought it would be better for you to take a look!" The middle-aged man respectfully sent a file bag!

"Oh?" The old man frowned slightly with thick eyebrows, threw down the towel and reached out to pick up the file bag. After opening it, he started to read it casually.

"Wuling Feng is gone?"

"Yes!" He is usually responsible for the affairs of Dongyuan area.

The old man nodded and looked through two pages. After seeing the situation and the description of the scene, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and no longer looked at it casually as before, but quickly began to read it.

After turning two more pages, his face changed slightly: "Seven Killing Curse?"

"Yes, it's the Seven Killing Curse!" the middle-aged man said respectfully.

The old man gently put down the scroll in his hand, put his hands on him, walked slowly to the window, looked at the vast lake view in the distance, sighed slightly, and said, "I didn't expect that Liu Yuanxing, the Star Lord of the Heavenly Curse, still has descendants who have lived to this day. Alas... What a pity!"

"Sky Curse Star Lord?" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, frowned and thought for a while, and then he said in surprise: "The Heaven Curse Star Lord, the master of the magic tricks that was powerful in the world two Jiazi ago?"

"Yes..." The old man said in a deep voice: "In order to avenge more than 100 pregnant women in Yu County, Liu Yuanxing, at the cost of his own life, used the Seven Killing Curse to destroy the remaining blood demon system of that day to prevent the blood demon system from causing another murder. But in the end, although most of the curse of the remaining blood demon lineage of that day was killed, several registered disciples escaped by chance."

"In order to compete for the remains of the blood demon, those people followed the last words of the blood demon, and attacked Liu Yuanxing's family in more than ten words; but they did not expect that Liu Yuanxing had descendants in the world and passed on the Seven Killing Curse!"

"The Seven Killing Curse has gradually been lost over the past few hundred years; few people have been able to truly exert their power since Liu Yuanxing; but once Liu Baoqiang dies, the inheritance of the Seven Killing Curse is probably cut off like this!"

The old man shook his head gently and sighed.

"No, father, this Liu Baoqiang may not be dead!" The middle-aged man said respectfully: "The Wuling Feng has a detailed description on the sect scroll behind!"

"Oh?" A trace of astonishment flashed in the old man's eyes, he turned around and walked back to the desk quickly, picked up the scroll, and read it carefully.

"Zhushashan? He is not dead yet?"

The old man's face was slightly shocked, and he looked at the sect scroll and murmured: "Nine needles to determine the soul, six-turn soul-fixing pill? It seems that I'm afraid I can't make any mistakes! There are only a few people who can use this kind of magic and take out this kind of pill!"

"What this person said should not be false!"

The middle-aged man nodded respectfully and said, "Since my father believes so, it's impossible to be wrong!"

"In addition, let Wulingfeng pay more attention to this young man!" The old man stroked his beard indifferently and said, "Go down!"

"Yes, father!"

After watching the middle-aged man leave the study, the old man's brow frowned slightly, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: "There is something interesting for such a young man who has emerged from here!"

Xiaonan stood at the foot of Tianling Mountain, looked up at the Tianling Mountain surrounded by clouds, remembered some memories that were not particularly pleasant, and after breathing a sigh of relief, he strode up the mountain.

In my impression, most of the iron bone grass grows in the shade up the hillside of Tianling Mountain. I like Xiaonan's big strode up the mountain, but I didn't see the iron bone grass along the way.

Until I approached the cave where Mr. Huang buried his bones, I still found nothing.

Standing in front of the cave and looking at the cave hidden by the illusion array in front of him, Xiaonan stopped for a moment and continued to strode up the mountain.

After walking upward for another two or three hundred meters, Fun Xiaonan's eyes lit up slightly. He reached out and cut off two slender, slightly serrated grass leaves from the side of the road. He took it to his hands and looked at it. He nodded with satisfaction. This was the iron-bone grass.

But these two are not enough, at least ten are required.

Fun Xiaonan continued to go up the mountain and walked forward for about a hundred meters. At this time, a faint mist appeared.

Looking at the fog in front of me, Fu Xiaonan didn't care. This was the strange thing about Tianling Mountain. When you go up the mountain, it was surrounded by fog all year round. Even the people from Qingyun Town rarely really went deep into Tianling Mountain, because under such fog, even locals were extremely likely to get lost.

Almost every year, people are missing in Tianling Mountain; even if the rescue team comes to search, it is useless, because once you enter the mountainside, the compass gradually becomes invalid, and with some strange magnetic interference, no mobile phone is useful in it.

A scientific research team has also visited here, but they all ended up in vain and there was no conclusion.

Therefore, everyone in Qingyun Town knows that it doesn’t matter to go to Tianling Mountain, but once you find that the fog is getting thicker and the road ahead is gone, you will quickly return along the same route and you will be safe and sound.

But if you continue to move forward, you will be lost in the mountains and forests.

The fog is still very faint now, so there is no need to worry about Xiaonan.

Following a mountain road that seemed to be present and vague, Xiaonan continued to pick five or six iron bone grasses. He saw that only three or four were missing to finish the work, but Xiaonan found that the fog in front of him was getting thicker.

Looking at the path that had already appeared in front of me, Xiao Nan frowned slightly.

When it comes to this time on weekdays, it’s time to turn back, but now there are still three or four left in your hand, which makes Fun Xiaonan hesitate a little.

However, after hesitating for a moment, Xiaonan's mouth slightly raised and continued to slowly move forward.

After walking forward twenty or thirty meters in this way, Xiaonan successfully picked two of them, carefully put them away, and continued to move forward with excitement.

After only ten steps, Fun Xiaonan's eyes lit up because he saw a cluster of iron bone grass ahead, including at least seven or eight.

Fun Xiaonan quickly stepped forward, carefully pinched the iron bone grass off, and after putting it on, he smiled with satisfaction. He got up and turned around and left, but he realized that at some point, his place was completely covered by thick white mist.
Chapter completed!