Sun Suhe looked away from the Niancao without any trace, as if it was just a casual glance.

He pretended to be dizzy and weak, taking one step and two steps, while moving his eyes quietly. After having a determined target, he quickly discovered more traces left by Alice.

Sun Suhe's brain was racing, thinking about how he should cooperate with Alice's actions. Fighting or escaping basically didn't matter. With his ordinary abilities, it would only be self-defeating and hinder Alice.

However, even as a layman, he still has a weapon that can compete with any master, and that is words.

Sun Suhe raised his eyes from time to time to observe the old man in front of him. Perhaps it was because the huge space and the smallness of the individual formed a strong contrast, or perhaps because the cold light always aroused people's melancholy. When Sun Suhe looked at the old man's back, he felt thin and thin.

Thin, like an affectionate and melancholy poet, full of an unspeakable loneliness.

A conspirator with far-reaching plans, a master of Taoism who is domineering and domineering, and a melancholy and lonely poet by the lake. What kind of person is this? Sun Suhe couldn't see through this person at all, and he couldn't help but feel worried secretly.

Can we extract useful information from him just by using words?

Tan Xuan's wheelchair stopped one step behind the old man as a sign of respect. In his palm, the blood lotus made at the expense of the lives of his four children was stirring.

Tan Xuan could clearly feel that there was an extremely strong reaction between the blood lotus in his palm and something on the altar in the center of the lake. The blood lotus was rolling and surging like a flower blooming and withering. If it weren't for countless tiny runes,

If it were restrained, it would have exploded and rushed towards the center of the lake.

A strong sense of excitement enveloped Tan Xuan, making his mouth dry and his blood burning. He looked back with dissatisfaction at Sun Suhe and Cai Xunru who were lagging behind. This was the seventh time he looked back.

"Old man, do you want me to hurry them up?"

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the center of the lake as if he hadn't heard anything.

Tan Xuan frowned slightly. Ever since the old man came here, he didn't know whether it triggered some memories or what. He had been standing by the lake in silence, like a poet who was sad for spring and autumn. However, he did not dare to rush the old man, so he could only

Comfort yourself, forget it, you have been waiting for so long, and you don’t care about this moment.

Although Sun Suhe and Cai Xunru walked slowly, they finally reached the lakeside.

The old man had no reaction to this and was still immersed in his own world. Of course Sun Suhe was happy to do so, but Tan Xuan and Cai Xunru did not dare to urge him. After a long time in this strange atmosphere, the old man seemed to finally have recovered his mood and suddenly started from

Come to life again in a sculptural state.

Sun Suhe's heart skipped a beat, here he comes.

"Mr. Su He, can you see the thatched hut in the center of the lake?" The old man's voice was cold. Although it sounded nice, it was full of cold and emotionless chill.

Sun Suhe looked carefully, still vaguely, the dark building on the altar in the middle of the lake did not look like a real house made of thatch, but more like an ink painting, as if someone was holding a big brush like a rafter.

A freehand ink thatched cottage was drawn in the air.

Although he couldn't see clearly, even though he was half a lake away, Sun Suhe could feel a strong and crazy emotion from that direction. He had just experienced this feeling, how could he forget it? It was resentment!

"You mean that dark building? Is that a thatched hut? The thatched grass must be too moldy." Sun Suhe cautiously probed.

"That is the embodiment of poetic talent. It is "The Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind". I told you that I have something important to ask for your help. It's very simple. Please open that thatched cottage for me." The old man said straight to the point.

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So, is this her purpose? Sun Suhe continued to ask tentatively: "Old man, it's not that I won't help you. I don't have the key, how can I open the door? And why do you have to let me go? Can't you go by yourself?"

"No, you have to do it. You need two keys to open that hut, one of which is with you."

"resentment?"

The old man looked at Sun Suhe as if he was admiring a piece of art that he had carefully crafted, "You know a little bit about it. But it's not accurate. It is a lead that takes the form of resentment and constantly devours the way of heaven and matures."

Sun Suhe took a deep breath and asked, "I don't understand these. I want to know, will I die?"

"Not necessarily, but it is indeed a high probability event."

Sun Suhe smiled bitterly, "Ha, you are telling the truth."

"I don't want to force you, let alone deceive you. Since you have already guessed the risks, let's talk about the rewards I promised. If you don't die, you will get everything the common people dream of, the power of the world, which you can't use up in your lifetime.

Wealth, or even extended life. Even if you die, these things can be given to your designated relatives and friends, such as your parents, your lover, and your friends. How about it? Make your choice."

Sun Suhe was silent for a while, secretly thinking about how to answer.

"If you are not satisfied, why not tell me what you want? As long as you complete this thing for me, I can help you realize any wish. You are smart and should be able to see that. This is not a lie for me.

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Sun Suhe did not answer. He changed the topic and asked: "What is hidden in that hut? Your goal is not resentment. Use your poetic talent to seal it. I want to know what treasure it is?"

The old man said coldly: "You just need to make a choice."

Tsk, this old fox, Sun Suhe cursed inwardly, it seemed like he couldn't get any more information out of him.

Since there was nothing he could do, Sun Suhe was relieved. He smiled and said: "I will die if I hear the Tao in the morning. I have no Tao to listen to, but if I have to die, I at least hope to understand who you are.

?What is the origin of this ruins? What is in that hut? What is that gelatinous substance? Are they alive? What do those machines do..."

The old man took a deep look at Sun Suhe. "Mr. Suhe, you are indeed a very interesting person. Even after Huang Zhicheng's defeat, you still consistently showed amazing courage and calmness, which I have to admire.

You have too many questions. I can handle some of them.

Answer you, some I can't answer you, and some I don't even know the answer to. But I would like to ask you to answer my questions. Where does your confidence come from? I can give you some time. If you

If you really have any surprises you want to show me, this is your last chance."

"To tell you the truth, I don't know if it works or not. Do you still remember the words Huang Zhicheng brought to me? Swallows in Qingqiu, classmates and teenagers." Sun Suhe said as he strolled along the lakeshore like a leisurely stroll.

His pace seemed relaxed, but in fact his chest was beating wildly. If the old man suddenly attacked before he pulled away, I really don't know if Alice would be able to take action in time.

"Oh, what does that mean?" The old man looked at Sun Suhe coldly and did not take action. This was absolute self-confidence and a cat-catching mouse. She really couldn't think of anything else that Sun Suhe could rely on in this place.

something.

"Qingqiu Swallows, my classmate, this is from Du Gongbu's "Eight Poems of Autumn". Do you know what is between these two sentences?" Sun Suhe asked with a smile.

When Sun Suhe used Weibo to convey information to Alice, he cleverly used Du Fu's five-character ancient poem "Tongyuan Envoy Jun Chung Ling Xing" to make an article.

Alice's reply to that Weibo post was "Qingqiu Yanzi, a classmate boy." At that time, Sun Suhe knew that Alice had completely understood what she meant.

Because this reply actually also hides the meaning of "cutting through the wall to steal the light". Naturally, the secret of this can be found in Du Shili.

The third complete poem of Lao Du's famous "Eight Poems of Autumn Joy" is as follows:

Qianjiashan Mountain is full of tranquility and sunshine, and the Ririjiang Tower sits in the green light.

There are still many fishermen in Xinsu, and the swallows are flying in the clear autumn.

Kuang Heng's reputation for resisting Shu was not good, and Liu Xiang's Chuan Sutra was against his will.

There are many young classmates who are not mean-spirited, but Wuling Qiu Ma is self-conscious and obese.

Between "Qingqiu Swallow" and "Classmate Boy" is the sentence "Kuang Heng's reputation for resisting Shu is not good, and Liu Xiang Chuan's advice goes against his will."

So the answer to the mystery is very simple. It is still Kuang Heng who is talking about cutting through walls to steal the light.

"Eight Poems of Autumn Joy? Is it poetic talent?" The old man smiled disdainfully, "So this is what you rely on, but you are just a layman, can you use poetic talent?"

"Probably not. But you are wrong. I am talking about cutting through the wall to steal the light!" Sun Suhe did not give in, looking at the old man with burning eyes, and he raised his hand towards the wall. "Hey, hero.

!If you don’t show up, the show will be over.”

In the direction Sun Suhe pointed, a ball of gelatinous material as tall as a person appeared on the wall made of huge rocks with no gaps. Then, the ball of gelatinous material opened up like a flower blooming, and Alice appeared from it with a smile.
Chapter completed!