Chapter 584

In front of the huge Square Pavilion, the people frowned and tried to think about the solution to the bamboo pole

The sun gradually rises, the Square Pavilion is still quiet, there is no half of the movement, the people's brows frown tight, obviously has not thought of the solution.

"It's late. Let's eat first." When the beautiful girl's voice was heard, people suddenly turned to their minds. They found that it was almost noon, and the morning was almost over. They still had no idea of how to solve the problem, and their eyes could not help but flash a touch of frustration.

According to the regulations of Saint daughter, she can only go back to her time in the morning. If after noon, no one has come up with a way to solve the problem, it means that she has no chance with anyone today, so she will not be back in time

It's a pity that so many people can't ask for it once a day. It's a pity to waste such a good opportunity

Seeing the holy girl standing up after the gauze, she was about to turn around and leave. A clear female voice came over: "wait, I think of a way to solve it."

As the crowd went along, they saw a beautiful girl wearing a snow-green cloak slowly stepped out of the carriage. Her bright face was not powdered, but it was fresh and refined. It was like a lotus in the water. The light golden sun shone on her and brushed off her bright shadow

Everyone's eyes twinkled in an instant, and looked at Murong Xue: "girl, did you think of the solution?"

Murong Xue gave a faint hum. In the public's attention ceremony, he went to the bamboo pole, picked up the bamboo pole, looked around. Shi Shilan went to a well in the corner and put the bamboo pole into the well.

The bamboo pole fell slowly, and the book on the top of the bamboo pole was getting closer and closer to Murong Xue, and gradually it was even with Murong Xue. Murong Xue reached out to pick up the books above and waved to the holy girl behind the gauze.

"Well, how clever it is to think of such a method!"

"Yes, I don't cut down the bamboo pole, just put it into the well and let it go down slowly. Naturally, I will get the book on the top. How could I not have thought of such a clever method..."

"Because this method requires clever thinking, our brains are not flexible enough..."

The people were talking about it, and Murong Xue's eyes were full of admiration.

The saint behind the gauze, her eyes flashed a trace of something, and disappeared in a moment. She looked at Murong Xue and said, "the girl is smart. She is the one who is destined for today. Please come in."

As the voice of the saint falls, the gate of the Square Pavilion opens without wind, as if to greet the arrival of a predestined person.

People envy looking at Murong snow, automatic station to both sides, give up a road.

Thank you very much Murong snow smile, holding books, slowly walked into the Square Pavilion, the delicate door behind her slowly closed, isolated the internal and external vision.

Murong Xue quickly adapted to the light in the room. He saw that the room was empty, only a layer of translucent gauze was hanging in front of him. The light gauze was light pink. With the breeze blowing gently, the purple incense burner in the corner was burning light sandalwood, which made people feel calm

Murong Xue stepped forward and lifted the veil. She only saw a round blanket of aqua green on the ground before meeting. The saint wore a long dress of Xiangfei color and sat on the blanket. The skirt of Xiangfei color spread out on the blanket, just like a lotus blooming in pride, which was indescribable holy.

The black hair of the saint is loose, and her eyebrows are decorated with a lotus flower mark. Her face is covered with a pink veil. The beautiful facial lines are looming under the veil, which makes people dream.

"I don't know what's going on here, girl?" The saint looked at murongxue and asked softly.

"I want to see the scene of my father's death!" Murong Xue's eyes are dim: originally, she didn't believe that people have the ability to trace back the time, but the great sacrifice in the temple made her fully aware of the world, so she had all the skills against the heaven. Looking at what happened in the past, the people in the temple could definitely do it

"Girl, please sit down!" The saint nodded and motioned for Murong Xue to sit opposite her. After Murong Xue had settled down, she held out her hand to Murong Xue. Her green little hands were thin and delicate, and they were full of luster.

"For what?" Murong snow looked at her.

"What your father has worn, worn, or used. I can give the girl time back through them." Said the virgin softly.

Murong Xue was stunned and suddenly remembered that many of the people waiting outside the Sifang Pavilion were carrying things in their hands. She thought that they were carrying or buying them by chance. Now it seems that they specially took them to do the things of time retrospection, which is the so-called media.

The time retrospection that saints do is to bring back the experience of the dead to the living. Naturally, it is necessary to use media to extract the memory of the dead.

"I don't have father's stuff on me..." Murong snow unnaturally smile, took out a silver key, put it into the hands of the saint: "please saint, the key with the place, to me."

She didn't have a thing from Murong Yue. She couldn't see the cause of his death. She had to ask the saint to look at the silver key and find out where the "Gui Xiang" was"Well, girl, please close your eyes." The saint said lightly, clasped her hands together and put the silver key in the middle.

Murong snow light um a, slowly closed his eyes!

A little white light rose from the pure white hand of the saint, and quickly penetrated into the silver key. The silver key was full of light in an instant. The key jumped up with her little white hand. The key point focused on Murong Xue's eyebrows, and the white light quickly penetrated in

Murong Xue only felt a slight pain in her eyebrows, and one broken picture after another flashed through her mind. The picture was strange, obviously not the memory of her or the original owner

Gradually, the picture became clearer and clearer. Murong Xue saw the man in cloth. His face was more than ten years younger than when she saw him. But he looked very haggard. He had a silver key in his hand, which was joyful, sad and relieved

The saint sat opposite Murong Xue and looked at her frown. The willow eyebrow picked and slowly took back her hand. In her hand, the brilliance of the key gradually faded, and the silver key returned to its original appearance.

Murong Xue is not awake, Wu closed his eyes, immersed in the dream

"Did you succeed?" A young man, dressed in black and wearing a black scarf, strode over.

"Of course, there's no reason why I'm going to fail." The saint looked haughty, glancing at the censer in the corner, and bending her mouth with a smile of pride: "however, this also thanks to your dreamgrass. The dosage is just right, hidden in the smell of sandalwood. She is as smart as Murong Xue, and totally unaware of it..."

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