In a corner of the Yanyan Palace in Qiantian Mountain, in a remote attic, Zongyuan, Ruoshui, Chuxue and Shi Ruolan were each on their own side.
Zong Shouze stood in the center. Holding a token in his hand. It was the jade slip given by Wei Xu that could be moved thousands of miles.
Some mysterious runes are engraved on the front, and the formula to activate this thing is on the back.
Zong Shou thought silently, and then the jade slip in his hand emitted a faint light, and within a moment, a ball of spiritual light dispersed in all directions. It happened to cover all four people around him. Four more faint rays of light shot out, searching around. It wasn't until he touched the token held by Zong Yuan that the four people locked it suddenly. Zong Shou secretly thought that indeed, Wei Xu himself had given four quotas, and this moving jade slip could just move four people.
He is the owner of this treasure, but he can clearly feel that after the four beams of light are locked, all the remaining energy to move the jade slip is exhausted.
Then the next moment, the surrounding heaven and earth spirits suddenly exploded. Zong Shou also felt that the situation in front of him suddenly changed.
Different from the last time, his body at this moment seemed to be completely insubstantial. At an astonishing speed. Passing through wooden walls, through woods, through giant mountains, through clouds and sky, it’s all dizzying.
In one breath, the scene in front of me changed hundreds of times, and in the blink of an eye, I didn't know how many miles it moved.
Zong Shou was slightly absent-minded. When he regained consciousness, he had landed in a wooden building.
Chu Xue was still feeling dizzy, and her eyes were unfocused. Ruoshui and Zongyuan also frowned and tried hard to recover from their coma.
Ruolan's little face was also blue and white. But when his eyes regained clarity. But for the first time, he cast curious eyes on Zong Shou's hands, as if he wanted to understand this thing thoroughly. Zong Shou was also looking, but he was looking around, and saw only a corner of a large house here.
There are all kinds of bookshelves around, and countless books of all kinds are listed on them.
Only the area where they were was freed up some space. Below the five people is a complex and sophisticated spiritual formation.
"This is the library?"
A trace of burning heat flashed in Zong Shou's eyes. Although he had been to Cangshengqiong Realm last time with Wei Xu. But strictly speaking, I only stayed in the Patriarch Hall for a few hours, and I had no idea what the situation was like outside. As for the location of the Cangshengdao book collection, I have never been there.
"Young Master, is this the Qiong Realm? This spiritual power is really strong."
Chuxue's eyes finally regained their luster. First, he tried to exert his soul power, but it caused the spirits of heaven and earth around him to ripple one after another, and his body was filled with all kinds of luster.
Seeing this, Chuxue was even more happy. She waved her hand and turned around, bringing up dots of colorful auras.
But after a moment, he noticed Zongyuan Weoshui's strange sight.
Chuxue was stunned, and then she remembered what kind of underworld this was. He stopped quickly and stuck out his sweet tongue cutely.
Zong Shou didn't pay attention and walked directly to the stairs. This library has four floors, a hundred feet in length and width, and four stairs. The collection of books inside is almost a million.
While looking at the book title labels along the way, Zong Shou's eyes gradually glowed, and he wished he could take them immediately and read them to his heart's content.
Among these classics, he has seen more than a thousand kinds, the only copies that have been completely lost to future generations.
Some of them he had been searching for in his previous life, but he had never been able to see them.
Arriving at the bottom floor, Zong Shou walked to the door. His steps suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed, and he looked to the side.
It was an old man with a haggard face, sitting on a wooden chair. His hair is sparse, and there are only three or five strands of beard under his chin.
At this moment, he was looking this way with a half-smile.
But just before, when he went downstairs, his spiritual sense was not aware of this person's existence at all. In his spiritual perception, the old man seemed like a dead thing.
Zong Shou took a deep breath, then his face became solemn, he bowed and clasped his fists and said: "Dare you ask me, senior -"
Before he finished speaking, the old man waved his sleeves and said, "Don't be too polite. I am the only guard in the middle of this library. My name is Han Fang. You can just call me Senior Brother Han."
Zong Shou suddenly raised his eyebrows. It turned out that this person was his peer. But he was even more respectful and bowed as usual: "I have met Senior Brother Han."
Seeing himself suddenly appearing in this library, he was still not surprised. He obviously knew his identity, and to be worthy of his peer as the 'second generation direct descendant of Cangshengdao', it must have been at least eight thousand years ago, or even ten thousand years ago. Before, a character from the Yunhuang era.
To be able to live to this day, his cultivation must be quite high.
When Han Fang saw this, he laughed out loud: "There are six direct descendants of the second generation of Cangsheng Dao. They are all young and old. They never follow the rules and don't care about the seniority of young or old. Unexpectedly, this last one ended up... It’s a ritual guard here.”
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and couldn't tell whether Han Fang's words were a compliment or a criticism. Then he saw the Han Fang look at him solemnly and said, "You, Senior Brother Wei, have already told me about your inheritance of Master Lin Xuanshuang's lineage. At that time, I felt that he was too reckless. How could he easily pass on his identity as a second-generation heir?" . When I saw you today, I felt that that boy was quite reasonable. I heard that you had inherited Long Ying’s Taoism not long ago? I had gone to see with my own eyes the puzzles that that person had set up at Julong Mountain. It's simply a embarrassment. It's not easy for you to break through it. In the past hundred years, in terms of talent and luck in swordsmanship, he will definitely be among the top three. Naturally, this time, it can be regarded as the good luck of Long Ying."
"It was just a fluke."
Zong Shou straightened up, his expression calm. Hun didn't take Han Fang's appreciation seriously. On the contrary, it was the last sentence of the old man that made him very curious.
"Senior brother, it is my sect's blessing to be able to become the disciple of Master Longying. I wonder why Senior Brother Han speaks of my master like this?"
Han Fang laughed dumbly, shook his hand and said: "I don't mean to belittle, I am just discussing the matter. Do you know that the inheritance of the Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword is a knot of your master's heart?"
Zong Shou frowned slightly, his eyes becoming more and more confused. Looking at Long Ying's arrangement at Julong Mountain, it doesn't look like he cares much about his swordsmanship inheritance. That situation seemed to want to push everyone away.
"But it's strange what he did in Julong Mountain?"
As if he had read through Zong Shou's thoughts, Han Fang said in a leisurely tone: "This man has a surprisingly stubborn temperament. He left the inner and outer dragon gates in Julong Mountain out of anger. Later, no matter how others tried to persuade him, he refused to change. He is said to be a mediocre person. He can't stand it. Only those with truly outstanding swordsmanship talents can inherit his Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword and perfect it."
Zong Shou still listened quietly. Senior Brother Han had not yet explained why Long Ying was so eager for the disciples.
"—I remember that Longying Martial Saint had reached the Holy Realm nine thousand seven hundred years ago. And as early as six thousand five hundred years ago, he had already reached the Holy Realm and overturned it. He was only one step away from breaking through and overcoming the tribulation. After that, more than six thousand years have not passed, and now there are only thirty years left!"
Zong Shou's pupils shrank suddenly. According to Long Ying, the day when the divine dragon escapes from trouble will be thirty years later.
The Korean voice continued.
"The reason is that he still has an unresolved knot in his heart. He is afraid that he will fail to overcome the catastrophe, that no one will inherit the swordsmanship he has worked so hard to create, and that he cannot live without worries. Therefore, for six thousand years, he has never been able to take this step. That's why I said that he was lucky. His death was imminent, but now he has a glimmer of hope. The founder of the Lingyun Sect was also subverted in the holy realm. But why do you think the Lingyun Sect is so afraid of him? His life is about to end. Naturally, a person who is absolutely unfaithful has no scruples. There are some rules, so you don’t have to worry about them anymore—"
Hear it here. Zong Shou already looked confused. He secretly felt strange in his heart, how did Senior Brother Han know about this matter.
But Han Fang stopped talking and had no intention of explaining. He looked away and glanced at the four people behind Zong Shou.
"Senior Brother Wei has reserved four spots for you as inner sect disciples, and you just use them all? You don't feel bad at all. Huh? A nine-tailed figure, an unparalleled general. He has indeed entered my world. Qualifications."
After looking at Zongyuan and Ruoshui, Han Fang let out another exclamation of surprise, suddenly reached out and grabbed Shi Ruolan and took it in his hand. Put your finger between his eyebrows, and immediately you can see traces of snow-colored lines spreading.
"Crazy Lion Snow Seal? Is she the Queen of the Six Spirit Snow Lion?"
Zong Shou was originally thinking about his master and accepted him as his disciple. Old Man Longying will definitely try to make a breakthrough within a few years.
But does it also require a tribulation to advance to the next level? But he had never heard of it.
After hearing these words, I came back to my senses. Then she smiled: "According to her tribe, she is indeed the Snow Seal of the Crazy Lion and a pure-blooded descendant of the Palm Snow Lion."
The old man probed into Shi Ruolan's body with a few more breaths. Then his expression moved slightly, and then he put Shi Ruolan down, but did not return it to Zong Shou, but placed it directly next to him.
"How about this girl becoming my apprentice?"
Zong Shou was startled again, and it took him a while to react, thinking that his senior brother was quite straightforward. To accept Master Ruolan as his disciple, he probably discovered something else.
He was very determined at this moment, and he was worried that he could not find anyone to teach Ruolan. There is this senior brother who is not sure whether he is in the Holy Realm or the Ultimate Realm, but he is much better than him who is half-assed.
Ruolan was confused at first, and then looked timidly, looking over here with pleading eyes.
Zong Shou gave her a comforting smile, then frowned: "It's not that Zong Shou doesn't want to, it's just that Ruolan is too young. At this age, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for her to become a disciple of senior brother. It's also unfair to the other sect members."
But Han Fang was very angry: "You, Zong Shou, are only fifteen years old, but you can become the second-generation direct descendant of my Cangshengdao! She is only the second-generation true disciple of my family, so what's wrong with her?"
After cursing a few words, he saw Zong Shou holding a token in his hand, caressing it absently, and suddenly realized something. He cursed again: "Don't you just want a few more inner sect places? I'll fill you with two!"