Happy Against Heaven

Chapter 13: 013 million years of technical instrument spectrum

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"Mr. Zhuge! Mr. Zhuge!"

Ling Feng soon came to the quiet and huge Mage’s Mansion. The whole Mage’s Mansion looked like a huge roulette from a high place. On the roulette were carved pictures of Yin and Yang, Eight-Star Stone Formation, etc. It looks very majestic, and when you face it, it gives people a quiet and polite warning.

"Is the visitor Ling's son of the Ling's Pharmacist's Hall! What's the urgency, you are so flustered, you usually teach you to calm your appearance, soothe your heart, and hide your heart. How can you see it now?"

In the empty hall, an old man's voice suddenly came, making Ling Feng stand in awe.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhuge, the disciple knows it is wrong!"

"I teach you knowledge so that you can learn to be calm and calm, to hide skills in your heart, to see the stars clearly, to create a great cause, and when you have not achieved a small success, you do not need to call the old teacher or claim you are my apprentice outside."

The stern voice still sounded in the empty hall, and the phantom of the old man had gradually appeared in front of Ling Feng.

"Sir, Ling Feng knows, I won't commit any more in the future!"

When Ling Feng finished speaking firmly, feeling there was shaking in front of him, he raised his head and saw an old man with a fairy temperament, holding a feather fan in his hand, fanning slightly, and seeing his bluish pupils, so he asked. "Mr. Zhuge, are you in retreat? Why meet the kid in the Phantom Array?"

"Well, I am studying the Star Array Link, the fifth Array: Overlord Wuding Array! The old man in this array has been studying for ten years, but it is still rare. Hey!" Zhuge Yuandao said with a slight sigh.

"Mr. Don’t worry! The world’s ability to reach the third volume and the fifth formation is already a very high level of cultivation. Now there are no more than twenty people. Mr. Yi’s wisdom should not be far from his Tao, perhaps only because of his fate. Let's go." Ling Feng said softly, arching his hands.

"What you said is extremely true, my Taoism, don't tell outsiders that the old man no longer wants to go out of the mountains, just stay here for the rest of his twilight years." Zhuge Yuandao, although he mentioned Ling Feng many times, but inwardly As if there was anxiety, I repeated it again.

"I know, please don't worry, sir. By the way, the kid wants to borrow a book from sir and go home to read it." Ling Feng didn't want to disturb his practice any more, so he got to the point.

"What book?" Zhuge Yuandao talked about it.

""The Book of Ten Thousand Years of Technology"" Ling Feng scratched his head and thought about it, baring his teeth with the most comprehensive book about weapons he had seen in the husband's library.

"This book is the 39th book in the 27th category of the seventh frame in the third area on the fifth floor of the library. Go and pick it up by yourself, and you can quietly put it back when you use it."

Zhuge Yuandao said every word. Hearing Ling Feng suddenly wiped his forehead with sweat, so many books can still remember the position, although it is not the first time I have seen his sharpness, but hearing it again still has the meaning of shock.

"Okay, kid got it." After that, the old man's shadow disappeared. Only Ling Feng grumbled in his heart, "Fortunately, I also learned the memory method from my husband, otherwise the piece of information just now would have to drift away like the wind..."

Ling Feng entered the huge library of books. He could not help but smell the fragrance of books, and his mind was a little clear. He walked around the sturdy wooden ladder to the fifth floor, and quickly found one according to the position in his mind. This is a very heavy book. Taking it down from the neat bookshelf, Ling Feng was excited by the smell of ancient paper.

"Ten Thousand Years of Artifacts!" Ling Feng looked at the five shining golden characters, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, but that feeling was a solid existence.

Ling Feng quickly held the book firmly and walked outside the library. After leaving the Master Zhuge's mansion, he went straight back to his home. Ling Linna had already delivered the packed food to his room.

"Feng'er, you must practice well. Don't forget to eat pillows, mother." Ling Feng wanted to dive into the book to look for this weapon, but when he saw his mother's message, he couldn't help letting go of his irritability and sat down. He ate hard at the table.

After dinner, turn on the light.

Ling Feng finally opened up the heavy technical weapon spectrum, starting from the classification of weapons, and finally found the classification of the chain. There are hundreds of categories in this category, and Ling Feng only has to look at the pictures one by one. , Recognize it.

"Why are there so many similarities? These are one of the few weapon types used in the past..." Ling Feng grumbled, but his eyes looked at the book like shining lights.

"It's you! I finally found it! It's hidden here!" Ling Feng frowned and checked. There was a blank page of Zhuge Yuandao's notes, with a picture attached, and not many words.

It says: both are chain thorns, and there is another type called cloud hook thorn, but this type has been lost a thousand years ago. Later, the world imitated more than 100 kinds of chain thorn weapons, but it is difficult to learn the weapons. , Very few people can achieve great success, so they are gradually being replaced by other weapons.

"Halo! It turned out to be just an outdated weapon. I still treat it as a treasure!" Ling Feng was a little disappointed and put the book on his body, got down under the bed, and took out the phantom thorn's auxiliary elementary skill.