The small raft was parked by the river. It looked abandoned for a long time, but it was unexpectedly preserved for a long time.

"There is a formation on it." Shen Mo bent down on the raft to examine it carefully, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"What formation?" Qin Moyu looked left and right, but couldn't see any formation on the raft.

"Here." Shen Mo took Qin Moyu and squatted down together, placing Qin Moyu's hand somewhere on the raft.

Qin Moyu touched it and found that there was indeed a small formation engraved on it. He felt a trace of spiritual energy flowing in the formation, and his eyes widened in surprise: "This formation...can't still be used, right?"

As we all know, driving the formation requires spiritual power. It is almost impossible to keep the formation running, because if no one is looking after it, the formation will stop sooner or later because the stored spiritual energy is used up.

And the formation on this raft, which had obviously been abandoned for a long time, was still running. Although it was running very slowly, it did not stop.

It is no exaggeration to say that from ancient times to the present, the only person who can achieve this level with a small formation is Xiang Mei.

Just now, Shen Mo sensed that the formation was still working, and once again marveled at Xiang Mei's talent in the formation.

"I have an intuition." Qin Moyu looked at the simple raft. He looked at the foggy river and murmured to himself, "This raft may be the key to finding the inheritance."

Otherwise, why would Xiang Mei leave a raft in this foggy place and specially carve a formation on it.

After hearing this, Shen Mo nodded in agreement: "I think so too, Mo Yu, if you stand behind me later, I'll try to see if I can activate this formation."

"Okay." Qin Moyu stood up after hearing this and walked directly behind Shen Mo without any pretense.

Shen Mo was doing two things. On the one hand, he paid attention to the changes in the raft after injecting spiritual energy, and on the other hand, he paid attention to whether there was any danger around Qin Moyu.

Fortunately, the formation master didn't seem to have any intention of making things difficult for the visitor.

When Shen Mo injected spiritual energy, the originally gray raft was automatically cleaned. A soft orange light glowed under the raft, like a lamp in the dark night, silently dispersing the white mist around it, making it impossible for people who were originally blind to reach out to see. The white mist made it possible to see things half a meter around him clearly.

There were tiny ripples under the raft, as if inviting the two of them to come up.

Qin Moyu and Shen Mo looked at each other and got on the raft in tacit understanding.

When they got on board, the raft started to move slowly toward the river on its own.

The raft exudes a warm orange light, softening the originally gloomy scenery.

This was Qin Moyu's first time on a raft, and it was a fully automatic raft. He looked at the hazy white mist around him and felt as if he was in the clouds. He could touch the soft clouds with a little stretch of his hand.

This realization made Qin Moyu couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and the warm light made his glass-like eyes even gentler.

He hummed an unknown song and stretched his hand into the river. The cold water flowed through his palm and he was shocked.

"Hiss, it's so cold." Qin Moyu secretly smacked his tongue. Even though he said this, he still didn't take his hand back. Instead, he was having fun.

Well, doesn’t the benefit of chain repair come to light now? You won’t be afraid of catching a cold while playing in the water this way.

On the raft in the river, Shen Mo couldn't help laughing when he saw Qin Moyu happily playing in the water. He smiled and said, "Mo Yu, do you want to listen to the flute?"

"Can you still play the flute?" Qin Moyu said in surprise.

"Of course, all the six arts of a gentleman are mastered." Shen Mo was like a male peacock courting a mate, showing off his gorgeous wings. "Now I only bring the flute. When you have the opportunity in the future, you can listen to whatever you want."

"Just don't blame me for not understanding when the time comes." Qin Moyu chuckled.

"It's my problem if you don't understand." Shen Mo smiled and took out his flute.

Staying alone in the cave, the chess, calligraphy, and painting that he used to think were useless have become a way to relieve loneliness for a long time. Over the years, not only his cultivation, but also the chess, calligraphy, and painting have improved a lot, and he cannot reach the level of a master. level, but to the point where it wouldn’t be embarrassing to use it.

Shen Mo put the flute to his lips and started playing a tune.

The sound of the flute rose melodiously and lingered. Qin Moyu couldn't tell what kind of music it was, but he could understand the unconcealed passionate love in the sound of the flute.

Qin Moyu finally understood the meaning of Shen Mo's words, and his ears quietly turned red again.

Regardless of whether it was in his previous life or this life, Qin Moyu seemed to be unable to escape the character of being shy because of other people's sincere liking.

The raft drifted along with the sound of the flute. As we walked further in, the surrounding scenery gradually became clearer. Mountains were endless, towering into the clouds and the tops could not be seen.

A beam of golden afterglow passes through the white fog, connecting the sky and the river surface, like a bow and arrow from the sky, breaking through all confusion.

It was only at this moment that Qin Moyu realized that it was dusk without realizing it.

The melodious sound of the flute touches the afterglow of the setting sun, the raft stops on the river, and the orange-red river water is like nectar flowing from a corner of the torn sky, like a dream.

At this moment, the small raft is an insignificant bit of ink in this magnificent natural scenery. At this moment, people will realize that they are so weak, just like a mayfly shaking a tree or a summer insect whispering to the ice.

"Where is the hometown at dusk? The Yanbo River makes people sad [1]..." Qin Moyu read that poem unconsciously when he was in it.

I can't imagine how desperate Xiang Mei, who has always been obsessed with going home, would be when he saw this place and remembered this poem. But at least at this moment, Qin Moyu felt the sadness of things hurting their own kind.

But this sadness did not last long, because Qin Moyu saw Shen Mo who was concentrating on playing the flute.

Yuhui softened his overly sharp eyebrows, dark and deep eyes, high bridge of nose, thin and pursed lips, the long black dress made his tall and straight figure, simple and elegant piping embroidery, indescribable nobility Grace.

Seemingly noticing Qin Moyu's gaze, Shen Mo glanced at Qin Moyu. At this glance, all the indifference and dignity turned into a gurgling tenderness, like the tide carrying people down.

Qin Moyu was slightly absent-minded. This time he did not regard Shen Mo as Shen Yebai, but he felt the same feeling as when he was with Shen Yebai.

There was a huge crowd, but he could accurately give all the tenderness to himself.

——He is still him, but it seems that he is not him.

Unexplainable, fate quietly tied the loosened red thread tightly again.

The three boxes that had been silent all this time also vibrated slightly at this time. Shen Mo stopped playing the flute, took out all the boxes, and let them fly into the sky while being pulled by invisible suction.

The three boxes automatically stacked together and turned into white light as they slowly rotated and flew into the sky. A huge formation appeared above the two of them, as well as the hut that appeared on the river with the formation.

Xiang Mei actually set up a formation in this area of ​​Jiangdu, interlocking with each other, creating a secret land of inheritance that could not be opened without any one of them having the right time, right place, and right person.

The hut that appeared out of thin air was probably a deception. The real place of inheritance must be bigger than that.

"I don't know if there is a formation inside that can separate us. Don't worry if we are separated. Just stand where you are and I will find you soon." Shen Mo said to Qin Moyu in a rare serious voice before going in.

Qin Moyu nodded obediently, then stretched out his hand towards Shen Mo: "I remember you said that you have to hold hands to enter the secret realm so that you won't be separated."

Shen Mo was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had told Qin Moyu this "note".

Although he knew that if he told Qin Moyu that they would be separated regardless of holding hands or not, Qin Moyu extended his hand. Wouldn't it be unreasonable for him to refuse?

So he still held Qin Moyu's hand, planning to tell Qin Moyu the truth after the inheritance from Xiang Mei.

"Let's go!" Qin Moyu happily pulled Shen Mo open the door of the cabin.

Sure enough, the hut was just a cover-up, and the two of them were teleported to different places as soon as they entered.

Qin Moyu was transported to a long corridor that was sealed on all sides and had luminous stones embedded in the walls. The cramped environment naturally made people feel uneasy.

He looked back and saw that there were only sealed stones behind, making it clear for people to move forward.

Qin Moyu did not move forward as instructed, but stood there and started counting.

Obviously, sometimes no matter how exquisite the formation is, it cannot match the powerful strength.

As soon as Qin Moyu counted to fifty, Shen Mo broke the stone behind him and walked out.

Forcibly breaking through the set formation, Shen Mo was naturally attacked by the formation, but these attacks were nothing to him, except that his clothes were a little messy, his face was not red and he was out of breath, and he was not in the state of consciousness that day. The impact is huge.

"I'm here." Shen Mo stretched out his hand towards Qin Moyu.

The moment they held each other's hands, the last trace of anxiety in Qin Moyu's heart disappeared. It felt as if as long as Shen Mo was by his side, he would never be harmed.

They walked side by side along the corridor and soon reached the end.

At the end is a stone lion with a wooden sign beside it.

There is a sentence written on the wooden sign: What is the price of the shirt.

Shen Mo looked at the wooden sign and frowned.

shirt? price? What the hell is this problem?

Even though he read thousands of books, he still couldn't figure out what this sentence meant.

Very familiar question.

Qin Moyu was silent for a second, and the magical melody began to play in his head again, and finally hesitantly said: "Nine pounds and fifteen pence?"

With a brushing sound, the stone lion lit up, and then slowly sank, revealing the room behind it.

It’s true!

Qin Moyu was embarrassed, never expecting to be in this place and recalling the past in this way.

But this question, which seems out of place and inexplicably reasonable, is indeed in line with the character of the fellow who wrote those upgrading novels.

Shen Mo looked at Shimen who appeared and felt even more unhappy.

It must be that he has read too few books, otherwise why can't he understand what Mo Yu is saying at all? This is such a failure.

Qin Moyu had no idea that his answer to the secret code for a time traveler would actually ignite Shen Mo's passion for learning, because they had already walked into the room where the stone lion was exposed.

As soon as he walked in, Shen Mo's frown was almost knotted.

The square box-like thing held the image, the long stool-like thing was wrapped in leather, and there was something strange-looking but shining on the table.

As far as he could see, there were few things that Shen Mo could recognize.

But Qin Moyu became more and more surprised as he watched.

television! There are also sofas and lamps!

The room full of modern decoration brought back Qin Moyu's memories. He couldn't help but let go of Shen Mo's hand and walked towards the furniture. He just wanted to touch the sofa, but he missed it.

In Qin Moyu's surprised expression, his hand passed directly through the sofa, like fishing for the moon in the water, visible but unable to touch.

Is this actually a fantasy?

Shen Mo was also shocked, because even he thought the things in this room were real.

When the two were surprised, a voice sounded from the corner of the room.

"You... also traveled through time?"

Is there anyone else here?