Xiao Wen lay on the bed, resting his head on his arms, looking at the bottom of the tent in a daze, tossing and turning for a while, but still couldn't fall asleep.

The voices of Bao Zheng and Di Lingzi suddenly came from outside the room.

Senior Diling, you are back!"

Come back!"

Can you get something from the Dragon Horse and the other party in Futu Temple?”

Lingzi sighed: "I've found nothing, by the way! How is Mr. Xiao?"

There is no progress. You just came back, so you might as well take a break first.”

"good!"

There was no sound outside. Xiao Wen, who was listening, withdrew his gaze and sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Xiao Wen opened his eyes so hard that he could sit up."

Longma Futu Temple, why didn’t I expect it! Longma Futu Temple..." Xiao Wen murmured a few words, got up excitedly and got out of bed, walked to the table barefoot, pushed away the bronze medal, paper, ancient books, pulled a stack of paper, picked up a charcoal pen, and smeared it.

Outside the house, Zhan Zhao stood tall in the pavilion with a sword in his hand. The wind made his clothes flutter gently, but he didn't move, just like a towering stone in the rain, letting the wind and rain blow.

Sui and Yaoguang walked past the road far outside the hall, talking and laughing, and the lotus leaves held above their heads were already a little soft.

Zhan Zhao's eyes moved, and when he saw their figures, he smiled slightly and withdrew his gaze, then turned to look elsewhere.

Suddenly, Xiao Wen, who was inspired, was nervously deducing at the table. A gust of wind blew, and the back window was blown open by the wind, but Xiao Wen ignored it at all and only focused on studying.

After a while, he slapped the table excitedly and stood up: "So that's it, it really makes sense!"

He picked up a charcoal pen, pointed and pointed on the paper full of graphics, and murmured to himself: "The two masters Yuan and Li disrupted the instructions of the treasure-hiding place, and could only be recombined with the shape of the 'Hetu' and 'Luo Shu'. The basis of this positioning is actually on the riddle!" Xiao

Asked, holding the charcoal pen, lowering his head and pointing: "The basic point is not one, but two, one is the place where the 'Hetu' was born, that is, the Longma Futu Temple, and the other is the place where the 'Luo Shu' was born, that is... "Xiao Xiao

Asked with a smile on his face, his fingers slowly slid on the paper. Just as he was about to stop, a finger suddenly stretched out from behind, and he pointed heavily on the Yuzil acupoint on the back of his head."

Uh..." Xiao Wen let out a half-snorted voice, suddenly widened his eyes, staring straight ahead, still holding the charcoal pen in his hand, slowly falling backwards.

When he fell softly, he stretched out one hand and gently caught him, slowly placed him on the ground, and then reached out to take away the paper.

It was raining heavily, and a lightning bolt connected to the sky and disappeared in an instant. Then a thunder suddenly sounded from the distant horizon, and a "boom!" sounded throughout the world.

"Thunder?" Tai Sui and Yaoguang stopped in the corridor, looked up to the sky, and saw a vague light, which was the afterimage left by lightning.

Yaoguang looked at Tai Sui, reached out and patted his collar, and said coquettishly: "Look at you, your clothes are wet. Go back and change into dry clothes so that you can avoid the cold."

"So too, see you later." Tai Sui's tone was gentle. Looking at Yaoguang's slightly trembling eyelashes, her heart felt warm, and she suddenly lowered her head and kissed Yaoguang gently on her eyes."

Oh!" Yaoguang was startled. After reacting, his body froze and looked at Tai Sui in a daze, as if he was stupid.

Tai Sui blinked and suddenly felt guilty. She wasn't angry, right?

After a while, Yaoguang suddenly came to his senses, his face turned red, and he raised his hand and pounded Tai Sui's chest, and ran away quickly.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Bao Zheng exclaiming: "Old Xiao!"

The two were startled, Yaoguang stopped, looked at Tai Sui, and ran to Xiao Wen's room together.

When Tai Sui and Yao Guang rushed to Xiao Wen's door, Yin Guang rushed over from the opposite side. Both sides arrived at the same time, stopped at the same time, turned to the door to look.

Seeing Xiao Wen lying on the ground in the room, Bao Zheng and Di Ling were squatting beside him. Di Ling was reaching out to explore Xiao Wen's breath.

Sui, Yaoguang and Yinguang walked in quickly together.

"What's wrong with Mr. Xiao?" Yin Guang asked anxiously. Di

Ling slowly withdrew his fingers, shook his head at everyone, and his face was solemn: "Mr. Xiao, he passed away."

At that time, Liu Suifeng walked into the door with an umbrella and closed it. When he saw the situation in the room, he hurriedly threw the umbrella by the door, walked over quickly and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Xiao?"

Dead!" Tai Sui glanced at him with a heavy expression.

What? How could it be?" Liu Suifeng was shocked.

Di Ling shook his head, dragged Xiao Wen's right hand, revealing the charcoal pen he was still holding.

It seems that Mr. Xiao is old, and he stayed up late and worked hard, and his brain power was exhausted and he died suddenly." Di Ling guessed.

Sudden death?" Yin Guang frowned: "Although old age is old, she is still strong, how could she..."

At this point, Yin Guang's face changed: "Who discovered that Mr. Xiao died first?"

Zheng slowly stood up: "It's me and senior Di Lingzi."

Seeing everyone looking at him in confusion, Bao Zheng sighed and explained to everyone: "Senior Di Lingzi found me and asked me about some things about Futu Temple. I didn't know the details, so I came to ask Mr. Xiao for advice... When Senior Di Ling and I came over together, I knocked on the door but didn't respond. I tried it and found that the door was not locked, so we pushed the door open and came in, and the result..."

Bao Zheng looked down at Xiao Wen's body, looking sad. In the past few days, only he has had the most contact with Xiao Wen. In his eyes, this is a true scholar who has a soul-loving love for knowledge and knowledge. Whether it is the madly greedy desire for knowledge or his profound knowledge, Bao Zheng admires it. He even vaguely thought that when the matter of "Tuibei Tu" is over, he would have the opportunity to study with Mr. Xiao for a while. However, he did not expect that the will of heaven was impermanent, and even the person who had a very happy conversation two hours ago was already separated by heaven and man in a blink of an eye. It was really sad.

After Bao Zheng finished speaking, everyone stood beside Xiao Wen's body and fell silent. Yao

Guang sighed depressedly: "Hey! "The "Tuibei Tu" was not found, but Mr. Xiao was exhausted alive. What should I do?"

Zheng looked at Xiao Wen, then looked at the bed, walked to the table and looked down carefully, turned his head, shook his head with a serious expression: "Old Xiao, it may not be a sudden death!"

Tai Sui and Yaoguang stared at him in surprise, their faces changed.

"You mean?" Tai Sui was a little disbelief.

Guang and Liu Suifeng, Di Ling also looked at Bao Zheng in shock.

Bao Zheng nodded, first pointed to Xiao Wen's feet wearing socks, then pointed to the shoes in front of the bed, and analyzed: "Look, Mr. Xiao didn't even wear shoes. He didn't keep talking at the table, but after lying down to rest, he suddenly remembered something, and then quickly got up to deduce it."

Sui looked at the shoes, then looked at Xiao Wen's feet, and said in confusion: "This does not prove anything? People are particularly excited when they are very happy and sad. Maybe Mr. Xiao thought of something, so he suddenly died of sudden death in his ecstasy."

Otherwise!" Bao Zheng shook his head and pointed his hand at the table, which was a pile of rice paper on it.
Chapter completed!