The Sutra Pavilion is the foundation of the Han family for hundreds of years. It is also the foundation of their strength and foothold. It is also one of their lifeblood!

All the foundations of the Kunlun world were transferred from the original world. The methods inside were created by ancestors and written by later generations. Each has its own merits and is for modern people to learn...!

Looking at the majestic attic, Ning Tao was excited and full of expectations. He didn't know what the methods in the Kunlun world were like, and what were the differences between them and the original world?

To be honest, he didn't dare to use the secret skills that he was good at before here, because there are big differences between the secret skills, and it is easy for others to see the clues and identify him.

In other words, all the secret skills he learned from the Wudang Clan must be hidden as much as possible and cannot be used. However, fighting is inevitable here, and some methods must be added.

He remembered that the new guest minister had an opportunity to read through the unique skills. This was an iron rule and it exactly met his needs. He hoped to find a unique book that suited him.

But in fact, he wants to see Taoism more. What is the elegance of Taoism that is superior to unique skills?

"call……!"

Taking a deep breath, I finally walked into...the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!

As soon as you enter, you will immediately feel the smell of books, with a strong classical charm, making people feel as if they are in ancient times and immersed in the vicissitudes of ancient books.

Ning Tao was slightly surprised and even more expectant. He immediately went to the steward's office and took out his guest token.

The steward was a middle-aged man with a cold attitude and was busy packing his things. However, after seeing Ning Tao's actions, his movements froze and he actually took the token.

"Inferior guest, Ning... Ning Tao!"

When he saw these words, he narrowed his eyes, suddenly thought of something, and Zero showed a harmonious smile.

He smiled and said: "Ning Keqing, right? I am one of the stewards in charge of the Sutra Pavilion. Just call me Steward Feng. You are here because you want to read up on your unique knowledge, right?"

When Ning Tao heard this, he nodded in surprise, but he couldn't figure out why this person's attitude became so gentle.

I saw Manager Feng smiling and saying: "Then come with me, and I will introduce it to you by the way, in case you don't understand."

"The Sutra Pavilion has three floors. The first floor stores the past rise and fall of my Han family, as well as some simple secrets. The second floor stores some powerful secrets, which are famous."

"And the third level is the foundation of my Han family, Taoism, a method that turns decay into magic. It is superior to all secrets. It is said to be a method close to that of an immortal."

"Of course, this has nothing to do with you, so don't think too much about it. There are formations here that can make people despair!"

Manager Feng's faintly smiling voice came, seemingly casual, but in fact there was a hidden meaning in his words that made people feel very uncomfortable.

Ning Tao's face was calm, his eyes flickering, and he followed behind without saying a word, looking around secretly.

I met some people on the way, including members of the Han family, guests, and stewards. They all looked at Ning Tao in surprise. The Sutra Pavilion was an independent existence, and the steward was naturally special.

But this young man actually asked Manager Feng to lead the way with a smile. What is the identity of this man...?

Everyone put down what they were doing and looked at them with solemn expressions. They all had bold thoughts in their hearts. Are they going to the second floor or the third floor?

You must know that there are very few people who can enter the third floor. The number of people in the entire Han family who can enter will never exceed the number of hands.

"Tap tap...!"

These two footsteps became the only sounds in the Sutra Pavilion. Everyone held their breath and looked forward to it, wondering if they wanted to witness a miracle and get a glimpse of the... elegance of the third floor!

Suddenly, the two people stopped, their hearts trembled suddenly, and their pupils gradually shrank into needle eyes.

"Pfft...haha...haha...!"

In an instant, dozens of people were laughing so hard that they even shed tears.

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Hearing these laughter, Ning Tao had a gloomy look on his face, and his brows were full of gloom. He looked back at those people and collapsed to the ground with laughter. There was no doubt that the source was him.

Then he looked at Manager Feng, who had a gentle look on his face, and motioned for him to go and browse, but in front of him, there was only a bookshelf.

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Under these ridicules, Ning Tao looked gloomy and walked slowly to the bookshelf. There were more than a dozen books in total. The atmospheres were different from each other, some were old and a little dusty.

At this time, the wanton laughter subsided, and even Manager Ma looked solemn. Everyone's attention was on Ning Tao, as if a miracle would happen in the next second!

Ning Tao was secretly on guard, lowered his eyes, took out an ancient book at the top, blew away the dust, and revealed several large characters, revealing a sense of desolation and loneliness.

"Autumn... wind... sweeps... fallen... leaves!"

With doubts, expectations, and complexity, Ning Tao slowly opened the first page and saw some introductions.

This method is that the loyal servant of the Han family, Lao Huang, spent his whole life to find out some spiritual power from sweeping the floor at the door. When the autumn wind comes out, he should sweep away all the debris...!

"snort……!"

Seeing this, Ning Tao's face turned green and red, his eyes widened with anger, he even groaned, a mouthful of blood filled his chest, his eyesight turned black, and a violent energy surged throughout his body.

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

The dozens of people burst into laughter instantly, and some were even beating the ground, laughing wildly, as if they were going crazy, silly, and crazy, with a strong sense of irony and ridicule.

"Our Han family finally has a big happy event. The old sweeper Huang who has been dead for a long time finally has a successor. What a joy, a joy, a joy, haha...!"

Ning Tao had a green face, and there were bloodshot eyes in his eyes. He looked at Manager Feng and saw that he had a smile on his face. He was still gentle, but now he looked like a shameless bastard.

I saw him smiling and saying: "Ning Keqing, you can read and browse the powerful secrets and books on this bookshelf at will. If you can learn them all, my Han family will be so lucky at that time."

"Ha ha……!"

When Ning Tao heard this, he was already furious. The ridicules coming from all directions were like thousands of arrows piercing his heart. Each one was chilling and pierced deep into his heart.

"Crunch...!"

His fists loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, a trace of anger appeared on his face, his eyes were filled with golden light, his clairvoyance eyes were opened, and he considered whether he should desperately use his soul attack.

He has had enough of today's humiliation!

There is also that Manager Feng, who deliberately humiliates himself for no reason. He treats others with sincerity, but others deliberately destroy his heart. He treats others with kindness, but others bully him with malice.

As soon as he raised his head, he planned to slash his soul with all his strength, but his whole body movements suddenly froze and he lost his voice.

"Eh...!"

He only heard a soft sigh, but he was still stiff, keeping his head raised, and his eyes were filled with a golden light.
Chapter completed!