Righteous Alliance Dragon City Branch Rudder

Open-air hot spring

A middle-aged man in his forties was shirtless, sitting with his legs crossed in the hot spring, breathing out and meditating.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and stood up from the hot spring. Immediately, a disciple in black put a bathrobe on him and gave him a towel.

"Madam and Master Hai have been waiting outside for half an hour. Captain, would you like to see them?"

The disciple said carefully.

"Well, I think it's almost time to ask them to come in."

The middle-aged man nodded, picked up a glass of wine from the table, took a sip, and raised a proud smile on his lips.

This man is none other than the helmsman of the Dragon City branch, Long Yuanba.

Normally, he would meditate all night long, but today he deliberately ended his practice early in order to hear the good news that he had been waiting for a long time.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, and Long Yuanba's wife, Shu Zimo, and Hai Fengping were introduced into the training room by his disciples. The smile on his face became even stronger, and he did not notice at all that the two people's faces were full of laughter.

Anxious.

"Yuanba, Xiaozhi didn't succeed, Rong Xiaoya ran away."

"Master, the Rong family made Rong Xiaoya the new head of the family, and Rong Tianen was expelled from the Rong family."

Two slightly uneasy words were spoken almost at the same time.

Long Yuanba's originally proud expression immediately turned cold. The wine glass in his hand was crushed to pieces by the huge force. The bright red wine flowed down his arm, and it was so red that it made people scared.

"what happened?"

Long Yuanba's face was gloomy and frosty, and he said coldly.

Shu Zimo and Hai Fengping felt a suffocating momentum and were shocked. They quickly told Long Yuanba everything that happened today.

"It seems that the person who robbed Rong Xiaoya and injured Rong Tianen is the same person." Long Yuanba quietly listened to the two people's stories, held his chin and thought for a while, then said.

"Yes, I have confirmed with Madam's photo. It is indeed the same person. This young man seems to have no cultivation, but he can defeat the masters in the early stage of Qi refining. It is really strange." Hai Fengping said.

"What's weird? It's just that I took Qibao Bodhi Seed to strengthen my physical strength. This kind of strength may be able to survive the Qi Refining Stage, but it's still not enough in the Foundation Building Stage." Long Yuanba said impatiently.

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The appearance of this person turned his original foolproof plan into nothing.

He was supposed to be drinking red wine to celebrate the Rong family's billions of assets being transferred to his name, Long Yuanba, but the appearance of a person changed everything. What's even more disgusting is that he actually got the Buddhist treasure.

, Seven Treasures Bodhi Son.

All this should belong to him, Long Yuanba.

Thinking of this, the anger in Long Yuanba's heart could no longer be restrained.

"Hai Fengping, find out the details of that boy for me, I will make him pay the price."

"As commanded."

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Five days have passed since the succession ceremony for the head of the Rong family. During these five days, almost all the news media in Dragon City were frantically reporting on what happened to the Rong family that night.

The eldest son of the Rong family was beaten, the head of the Rong family was temporarily replaced, the Rong family sued the Shu family, and the news of the death of the old head of the Rong family, Rong Hanhai, that night, made everyone focus on the succession ceremony of the Rong family.

superior.

A complicated and confusing feud between wealthy families has been interpreted in countless versions by unscrupulous novelists, and it has become a must-have topic for everyone on the streets of Dragon City every day.

The Rong family is now being watched by reporters 24 hours a day, and Rong Xiaoya is at the forefront of the entire incident. Ye Xiao, who is also at the core of this incident, seems to be okay at this time.

Rong Xiaoya helped him rent a house near Longcheng Library, and he came to the library to read leisurely early every morning, feeling pure and comfortable.

"Sorry to trouble you again." Ye Xiao scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and handed over a piece of A4 paper with dense writing.

"It's okay, Mr. Ye, I'm glad to serve you." A girl with a ponytail took the A4 paper with both hands, glanced at it, and smiled, looking fresh and pleasant.

"Thank you." Ye Xiao thanked him.

He left the earth for five hundred years. Five hundred years was enough time for hundreds of thousands of cultivation techniques to be born. The traces of these techniques are probably hidden in this vast sea of ​​books.

Instead of searching for an unknown Yinshi Sect in the vast sea of ​​people, it would be more effective to look for clues about the techniques through the records in the scrolls.

"I see, this young man is obviously attracted to you and wants to strike up a conversation with you. How can any young man not know how to use a self-service search terminal? Qiao Wennai, you have to be careful."

After Ye Xiao walked away, a slightly fat middle-aged woman joked.

Written on the A4 paper was the range of books Ye Xiao wanted to find. The library management was equipped with the latest self-service search equipment, but Ye Xiao did not know how to use such electronic products at all.

In desperation, I had no choice but to shamelessly trouble the librarian here.

"It's nothing, Aunt Wang." Qiao Wennai smiled and shook his head while inputting what was written on the paper into the computer.

"Wen Yi nourishes Qi. The books he wants are all ancient books on literature and history, and he has a very unique vision. People who can have the patience to read such books should not be too bad in character."

"You're a nerd, you're too talkative, and you're going to suffer in the future." Aunt Wang shook her head, sighed helplessly, and continued to knit the unfinished sweater.

Such a beautiful girl, only in her early twenties, when she had countless suitors, made the wrong choice. She chose to work in the library and deal with books all day long. Maybe she really likes books.

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"Aunt Wang, I know you care about me, so don't say anything anymore. I'm going to find a book." Qiao Wennai said with a smile.

Most of the books Ye Xiao was looking for were there. Normally, only old scholars would come to borrow such ancient books on literature and history, so the search was very smooth. After a while, Qiao Wennai piled a small mountain on the table where Ye Xiao was sitting.

"Where's Qiao Wennai?"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man hurried into the borrowing room, glanced at the service desk, and asked breathlessly.

The man was probably in his fifties, with a big belly and a large suit. He was breathing heavily because of the trot he had just run.

"curator!"

Aunt Wang, who was knitting a sweater, recognized the person and was so frightened that she immediately hid the things in her hands.

"She's helping others find books." Aunt Wang whispered, praying in her heart that the leader didn't see her little move just now.

This is the director of Longcheng Library, Gong Yang.

Although the librarian is the head of a library, he is actually just an idle errand, typically with less work and less money. But the librarian in front of her surprised Aunt Wang. It was the first time she saw the librarian being so anxious.

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"Stop what you are doing first? Ask her to come to me. I have something urgent here."

The curator finally managed to catch his breath and said quickly.

"Director, are you looking for me?"

After a while, Qiao Wennai was found.

"You are here. Just now, Grand Master Zhu Liuzhao came to our library in person to see the unique books in our collection. You are the most familiar with the books in the entire library, so hurry up and find them for me," the curator said.

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"Who is Zhu Liuzhao? The last time Master Wang came to visit, I have never seen you, the curator, so nervous." Aunt Wang asked doubtfully.

"The master of history Zhu Liuzhao, his attainments in history and archeology are unparalleled, and he can be called the number one person in the field of Chinese history." Qiao Wennai said, his eyes full of admiration.

"Yes, this is Grandmaster Zhu. Xiao Qiao, hurry up and get the "Jin Ping Chronicle"."

The title of Grand Master is a title awarded by the Zhengqi Alliance to some outstanding monks in the Jindan period. Its status is no less than that of senior officials in Jiangnan Province. As the director of a small municipal library, Gong Yang is also the first to receive

For such a high-level person, he is both nervous and excited, and he doesn't dare to neglect at all.

Although the Longcheng Library is not that big, there are nearly a million books in the library. If you want to quickly find the books that Master Zhuda wants, only Qiao Wennai, who is familiar with the library, can do it.

"Ah, Grandmaster Zhu wants to borrow "Jin Ping Chronicle"?" Qiao Wennai covered his mouth in surprise.

"Is there any problem? "Jin Ping Chronicle" is the only copy in our library. I checked it and found that there is no borrowing record recently. It should be in the library." Gong Yang asked doubtfully.

"It is true that it is in the library, but this book was borrowed just now and has not been returned yet. If you are anxious to read it, you can print a photocopy on the computer."

Qiao Wennai's tone was a little awkward.

This book usually gathers dust on the bookshelf. Who would have thought that someone would be rushing to borrow it today?

"Just borrowed it?"

Gong Yang was startled, then understood, and began to search the borrowing room.

There were not many people in the borrowing room, and it didn't take long for him to notice Ye Xiao sitting by the window reading.

Isn't what he is holding in his hand the "Jin Ping Chronicle" he is looking for?

"I went to him to discuss it and see if I could give up the book. No matter what, I couldn't show the photocopy to the master."

Gong Yang said and was about to leave when a thin young man wearing gold glasses walked in.

"What's going on in your library? It takes so long to find a book. How long do you have to wait for my teacher?"

The young man's face was unhappy and his tone was condescending, which seemed particularly harsh in the quiet library and immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Chapter completed!