Between the ninth floor and the eighth floor of Wanbao Building, there is the most powerful prohibition and magic circle between the nine floors. Strictly speaking, even a master of the Nascent Soul realm is not so easy to break through this magic circle. , but, in terms of avoiding the prohibition and breaking the magic circle, if you have the Yin-Yang God Demon Mirror and the Prajna Sutra, it is definitely a master level. I dare not say that my attainments in breaking bans and breaking formations can surpass Fang Xing who has two peerless treasures.
Even so, it took him less than half a cup of tea, and a layer of cold sweat oozes from his forehead, before he successfully passed through the magic circle. He slipped in without touching the magic circle, but he finally succeeded. The moment he stepped up to the ninth floor, his heart couldn't help beating, and he looked inward with shining eyes...
Then he froze!
The Wanbao Building on the ninth floor is not like the jewels and jewels on the first eight floors, but it is like an ordinary study room, with a few things scattered here and there. I picked it up at the side, and more importantly, in the middle of the study, there is a table of unknown age. Qingjin, dressed in a sour Confucianism, with two round glass tablets for eye diseases on his face, leaning over the desk and writing quickly...
Hearing Fang Xing's voice coming up, the old Confucian scholar also raised his head, looking at him from behind the two glazed pieces.
One old and one young, one monk and one Confucian, at the same time a little dull...
"Fuck..."
Fang Xing was the first to react and almost jumped up: "Why is there anyone here?"
His heart felt strangely tense, he clearly sensed that there was no breath of life up there just now, why did an old man pop out suddenly? Surprised, he turned his head subconsciously, only to find that among those restrictions, some of them were blocked from leaking out, and this old man was old and sad, with almost no cultivation, no wonder I didn't find him at all , it is true that Fang Xing's strength is extraordinary now, and he only pays attention to people above the Jindan realm. These mortals are equal to nothing...
But it's okay, after all, he's just a mortal old man, he just knocked him unconscious!
What's more, this dead old man is dressed in a sour Confucian dress, which is what Uncle Fang hates the most, and he will beat a scholar when he sees it!
It was too late to say, it was soon, after all, I was also worried that the old man would make a fuss, which alarmed the Yuanying Laoxiu who was sitting in the backyard of the Wanbao Building. Fang Xing almost jumped up when he saw the old Confucian scholar at first sight. He took out the little Feng Chan cauldron in his storage bag, and knocked on the door of the old man's head. The blow was as fast as lightning, and the old man was stunned, unable to react!
But when he watched the Feng Chan cauldron about to hit the old man's head, Fang Xing hesitated for a moment, thinking that the Feng Chan cauldron weighed more than 100,000 catties, and his hands were heavy, so the old man looked too weak It won't be a few days, don't knock him to death, put the Feng Chan Ding aside, pick up the inkstone, and slap the old man on the forehead...
"etc… "
In the interval between putting down the Feng Chan tripod and changing the inkstone, the old man finally came to his senses, waving his hands and shouting in a low voice.
If his voice was raised, it is estimated that the inkstone will go down, but seeing that he is so sensible, he still knows to lower his voice, Fang Xing hesitated subconsciously, the inkstone was suspended in the air, only half a finger away from the old man's head distance…
Looking at the dark inkstone so close at hand, and then glanced at Feng Chan Xiaoding next to him and Fang Xing with a fierce face, the old Suanru seemed relieved to have escaped from death, and patted himself on the chest lightly. , then looked at Fang Xing in a panic, straightened the two glazed pieces on the bridge of his nose, and asked in a daze, "This fellow Taoist...you...what are you here for?"
"Do you still need to ask?"
Fang Xing waved the inkstone in his hand, and said aggressively.
The old Suanru was stunned for a moment, glanced at the big sack behind Fang Xing, and said in disbelief, "... a thief?"
Fang Xing, who originally wanted to knock him unconscious with an inkstone, suddenly became angry, looked at the old Suan Confucian angrily, and said, "You are blind, what are you stealing... You are here to rob... Young master, I can Never steal when robbing... "
Probably never seen such a blunt answer before, the old Suanru was stunned for a moment, and then smiled wryly: "Snatch Wanbao Building?"
Fang Xingdao: "That's right!"
The old sour Confucian looked at Fang Xing with admiration: "Fellow Taoist is really fierce!"
Fang Xing felt a little embarrassed, loosened his hand holding the inkstone, and said with a smile, "Don't say that, I'm ashamed to hit you!"
The old Suanru seemed to be dazed, and then he noticed the inkstone that was still next to his head and hadn't retracted it. He remembered his fear, and said with a frightened look: "This... this... Fellow Daoist, don't you mean to kill someone?" Shut up, shall we?"
Fang Xingdao: "No way, you don't know who I am, so why kill you, just knock me out!"
The old Suanru breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a bitter face: "Why do you have to be knocked out?"
Fang Xing glared at him, and said, "If I don't knock you out, how can I steal... ah no, grab something!"
The old Suanru smiled wryly: "You just have to rob you, my body can't stop you..."
"It's true!"
Fang Xing muttered, but put down the inkstone, but he said to the old man: "You old thing, be careful, I have a quick reaction, as long as you want to yell, I will definitely shoot you!" You don't need an inkstone, just use that tripod to shoot you... Let me tell you, with your attire, it is due to your age. If you were ten years younger, I would beat you up a long time ago! "
"why?"
The old Suanru raised his hands high, as if he was afraid that Fang Xing would misunderstand him as being dishonest, and at the same time asked curiously.
Fang Xingdao: "You scholars are the most annoying. You don't have a good thing... It's a pity for those who have nothing to write every day. I didn't suffer from you when I was young. Half of the reason for being beaten by the uncle is because of you..."
This reason made the old sour Confucian stunned, and after a while he argued: "That was done by a famous Confucian, it has nothing to do with me!"
Fang Xingdao: "Why doesn't it matter?"
The old sour Confucian said indignantly: "I have been in the exam all my life, and I haven't even passed the exam for a scholar!"
As soon as Fang Xing was amused, he laughed loudly and said, "It's embarrassing, so you still wear Confucian robes?"
The old sour Confucian said: "It's just because I didn't pass the exam that I wear it on my body to enjoy myself!"
"You are honest!"
Fang Xing praised the old Suantu, and felt that the old man was very appetizing to him. Seeing the old Suantu again, he really didn't mean to shout, and kept holding his hands high. He didn't intend to let it go, so he put it down a little. In his heart, a ray of spiritual thoughts hung on the old Suanru, monitoring his every move at any time, but he turned around and began to carefully look at the layout of the room. While looking, he also asked the old Suanru curiously. He said: "Wanbao Tower is also one of the twelfth floors of Baiyujing. It is considered to be the top existence in the world of practice. Why did you put your old thing on the top floor? I was shocked just now. I thought it was here. What will be the baby..."
The old sour Confucian smiled bitterly: "How can there be any treasures? The treasures are all on the lower floors. This is the place where the old man is imprisoned..."
"Self-imprisonment?"
Fang Xing noticed these two words keenly, and turned his head to look at the old sour scholar in surprise.
This old sour Confucian is just an ordinary person, how can he be qualified to imprison himself in the ninth floor of Wanbao Building
The old Suanru seemed to know that Fang Xing had misunderstood, and explained with a smile: "I did something wrong when I was young, and I regretted it, so I begged Wanbaolou to lock me up here. They also need someone to help them." Transcribing the scriptures, and this person really can't just go out casually, so it's natural for them to want me to deliver it to their door, so I'll stay here..."
In this way, Fang Xing understood.
There are many classics and meanings in Wanbaolou's payment of talisman edicts, which cannot be reproduced on jade slips, and those that are reproduced on jade slips are often human thoughts, that is, giving people's understanding and perception at the same time. Although it is convenient for you, there are always some people who are not on the stage. In some places that follow the ancient law, they are more accustomed to disseminating scriptures on paper, and Wanbaolou often needs to distribute scriptures, so naturally people need to keep going. I copied it for them, probably this is the reason why this old sour scholar will stay upstairs...
There may be some other reasons, but Fang Xing doesn't care anymore.
After all, no matter whether it is in his spiritual perception or in the Yin-Yang gods and demons, this old sour Confucian is just an ordinary person, his blood is declining, there is no difference, it is just some secrets, as long as it does not affect his business. , too lazy to get to the bottom of it...
"What kind of crap is this..."
After carefully observing the room, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. There is no treasure in this room, except for a pile of thread-bound books with no spirituality, there are only a few shelves, but what is placed on it is clearly half-weathered The skeleton of a beast, a bare collarbone, a few stones with strange patterns, a broken blade with only one piece left, a palm with only white bones and a skeleton head with several holes on it, etc. Quietly put it on the shelf, weird...
Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with it
Fang Xing was very disappointed in his heart. While muttering, he leaned forward to take a look full of doubts, and used the Yin-Yang God Demon Sword.
"The corpse of the Lightning Clan, the spirituality has been lost, and the treasure nature is gone..."
"The bones of the fallen gods are not precious bones, and they have no different sex..."
"Desolate God Gold, the divine power has been lost, only wreckage remains..."
Although it is tattered, it was placed on the ninth floor of Baiyujing Wanbao Building after all. Fang Xing did not let go of any possibility. He took a serious look at these things with the Yin-Yang God and Demon Mirror, but found that , although the names of these things are strange, such as the Lightning Race and the Fallen God Species, etc., I have never heard of them, but they have neither divinity nor law, and they are indeed just rags...
But when he saw the last skull, he was slightly startled and his eyes brightened.
In the heart, a reminder from the Yin-Yang God and Demon Sword flashed: "The skull of the real fairy is banned, so it cannot be identified..."