As Zhu Yan expected, this daisy hosta was really a magic weapon.
But now, for them, it doesn't matter whether it is a magic weapon or not. What matters is whether the people inside are still alive and whether they can see them again.
Hua Hong continued: "This magic weapon is the same as your spatial artifact. It has a space. The difference is that the space of the magic weapon belongs to the spirit of the magic weapon, and the magic weapon never recognizes its owner."
Xia Yuanqiu was puzzled and asked: "Since it doesn't recognize its owner, why did you create it?"
Hua Hong sighed: "The person who created it is also a weapon refiner. Maybe his original intention was not to create a magic weapon, but in the process of refining the magic weapon, he encountered some unfair things and had evil thoughts in his heart. , and these thoughts will be input into the heart of the weapon spirit along with the person's spiritual soul power. The weapon spirit is originally pure. What the master gives it, it absorbs. If the master transmits evil thoughts to it, it will naturally change. Get evil.”
Gongsun Shuo was frightened when he heard it, and asked hurriedly: "What about the people who were sucked into the space by it? What will happen to them?" He only cared about whether his heart could be rescued.
Hua Hong shook his head: "I don't know. After all, magic weapons only exist in ancient books. There have never been any magic weapons in this world, or even hundreds of years ago."
Ancient books? Xia Yuanqiu's eyes lit up and he quickly asked: "Are there any ancient biography books now?"
Hua Hong immediately understood what she meant and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, you come with us."
Hua Hong took the four of them to the library of the Qi Sect. The entire library had three floors, and each floor was stacked with various books on weapon refining and stone selection.
Hua Hong took them directly to the third floor.
"Most of the books here have been handed down since ancient times. Most of them are single copies, and some are incomplete. You must read them carefully."
Everyone began to look for books about magic weapons among the piles of books.
At this time, Xia Yuanqiu suddenly began to miss the school library. In the school library, she could always easily find the books she wanted to find, instead of flipping through them without any clue like now.
They piled all the books together without planning them by category. Finding the books was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Fortunately, they had many people today and the efficiency was not low.
"Found it, is it this one?" Gu Sanmei was the first to find a book carefully wrapped in kraft paper.
Gongsun Shuo asked curiously: "The book is wrapped in a quilt, how do you know it is a magic weapon classic?"
Gu Sanmei turned the book over and revealed the words on the other side: "The distance between gods and demons."
Hua Hong smiled and said, "That's right, that's it."
He quickly reached out and took the book from Gu Sanmei, and carefully unsealed the kraft paper wrapping the book, revealing the simple and old book cover inside.
Xia Yuanqiu didn't recognize any of the characters on it. These words reminded her of the residual prescription shown to her by the head of the Medicine Sect. The characters on the residual prescription were similar to this, but different.
Xia Yuanqiu didn't know him, and Zhu Yan and Gongsun Shuo didn't know each other either, let alone Gu Sanmei, who had little education.
But Hua Hong knew him. Not only did he know him, but he was also very familiar with it. He gently flipped through the book, page by page, and read every word carefully.
It was very quiet in the library, so quiet that I could only hear the sound of turning books.
Xia Yuanqiu felt something was wrong with the hosta in his hand. The original cool feeling began to feel a little hot.