Leading Ling Luo in Qinghe, he stopped at the end of the third floor of the library tower, pointed to the row of bookshelves at the corner, and said: "That's it, the whole bookshelf is full of books by Wuzun Chu Ye and Wuzun Ling Ying."
It’s a miracle, but the writing is so ancient that no one can recognize it now.”
Ling Luo nodded and settled into the vast sea of books.
She flipped through several books, most of which were written in ancient characters from 800 to 1,000 years ago.
"In the year 3147 of the Tianyuan calendar, Wuzun Chu Ye assisted the founding emperor of the Xijiu Kingdom and achieved unparalleled feats."
"In the year 3149 of the Tianyuan calendar, Ling Yingwu Zun put down the rebellion in Xijiu Mu Mountain, and flowers bloomed everywhere, demonstrating miracles."
"In the year 3229 of the Tianyuan calendar, Chu Ye Wuzun and Ling Ying Wuzun founded Jiulan College, and their blessings continued."
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As she read line by line, Ling Luo's brows gradually tightened. These were all beautified versions of praises and virtues, which were not what she was looking for at all.
She didn't believe that those two black-hearted villains had lived like the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva for the past thousand years.
There is always something!
Ling Luo flipped through the row of ancient books compiling miracles almost from beginning to end before finding a book that was less flattering in comparison.
"Martial Master Chu Ye, every hundred years, will order the ferocious beasts from the lower realm of chaos to find a hundred humans with pure and good souls, and send them back to the fairy world..."
It turns out that Chaos came to the mortal world for this reason!
However, Chu Ye's request is a bit too weird. If these humans are sent to the immortal world, they will not become immortals.
"Luo'er, have you made your choice?" Yan Biao's urging voice sounded from behind.
"Oh, okay."
Ling Luo responded, then picked up the selected book, walked over, and said: "Uncle Qinghe, this is the one."
Qinghe looked a little confused and said: "The ancient characters in this book were written a thousand years ago and are no longer traceable. Why don't you, my nephew, change it to a more recent one?"
"No need." Ling Luo shook his head and said, "I can recognize the ancient characters from a thousand years ago."
"Do you recognize the ancient characters from a thousand years ago?!" Qinghe was greatly surprised, looking at Ling Luo's eyes with a strange brilliance.
Ling Luo nodded.
A big surprise bloomed on Qinghe's face. He stepped forward and took Ling Luo's arm, saying: "Senior brother, you really have gained an incredible disciple. He is not only a rare-to-see extreme fire god in ten thousand years."
, I am even more able to recognize ancient characters from thousands of years ago, why don’t you, junior brother, and I have such good luck?"
Enbao raised his eyebrows and stroked his red beard somewhat proudly.
"How about this, senior brother, lend Luo'er to me." Qinghe looked at Yanbang flatteringly, his eyes almost narrowed with laughter.
Yanbao snorted softly and said: "You guy, the older you get, the lazier you become."
"No, senior brother, you can't accuse me wrongly." Qinghe quickly defended, "More than half of the books on the third floor of the book tower are ancient books from eight hundred years ago. I don't know ancient characters.
It's so hard to manage, why not let Luo'er help me."
Yan Bao pondered for a moment, and there was no harm in thinking about it, so he looked at Ling Luo and asked for advice: "Luo'er, what do you mean?"
"Such a good opportunity, Luo'er naturally couldn't ask for it." The corners of Ling Luo's lips curved slightly.
The third floor of the book tower is so big, there must be many ancient secrets that she has not yet discovered, beckoning to her.