Here, it is the place where Mr. Xue labels the red dot on the map -the top floor of the Treasure Tower, the college places the dense room of the treasure, and is also the place where the legendary dean is retreating.
Zitong stepped forward, raised his hand to push the door away.
Inside the door, the light is bright like daytime, and the four corners of the roof and the middle are inlaid with glowing giant stones.
On the left and right walls, there is a wooden frame on the wall. There is a sign on the shelf to mark the name.
Fengyun Blade, Flame Bao knife ... There are names of the top ten weapons and treasures in the college, but some of them are empty.
"This is the Jiuxing Yinyang Disk." Mr. Baicao pointed at the purple star on the right side of the first wooden frame.
Zitong glanced at the wooden frame, took the steps quickly, and pushed the door to the inner room.
The door squeaked and opened, revealing a small space. This room turned out to be round. In the entire space, from the roof to the ground, the purple jade line was painted with a star pattern.
The Star Array I have seen in the Temple of the Temple is almost the same.
It's just that this star array is more tedious.
Obviously, this is a method that can gather star power, which can help practitioners to improve their cultivation speed.
"This is where the dean cultivates, and the living room is behind." Mr. Baicao introduced it.
Once, he and Lao Song head, Aunt Hua was a disciple of the dean. For here, the three of them were also very familiar with.
"This ..." Aunt Hua picked up the thing from the wall, it was a wooden mule cut from a wood, "It was Mr. Dean!"
Zi Tong looked at the breakthrough of the mules, "It seems, what kind of weapon is cut off!"
Looking at the sister -in -law, Mr. Baicao and Lao Song's head are deep and deep.
Mr. Dean has always been indifferent to his fame, and he only uses the simplest decoration on his body. This wooden cricket is his beloved thing, but now it is broken, which is enough to prove that he has suffered.
"Inside ... there is movement ..."
When Mu said softly, Zitong's eyes had already moved to the inside door.
The two of them were better than everyone, so they first noticed.
Mr. Baicao and Lao Song flew together, pushed the door away, saw the situation in the door, and exclaimed at the same time.
"Dean!"
Zitong helped the pastoral rush, and when he saw that in the inner room, a hair was pale, describing the old man who sat on the ground with his legs. Two long swords passed through his thighs and nailed to the ground deeply.
We also wear chains, and there are huge metal balls that are extremely heavy at a glance.
He didn't know how many years had been moved. His white hair was scattered on his head. The clothes on his body had been severely weathering. It seemed that as long as he touched it lightly, he would be broken. If he was thin, he could see the outline of the bone.
"Dean?!"
Lao Songtou and Mr. Baicao rushed across his body in a hurry.
"No need." The dean said weakly.
"Dean, what's the matter, who is this, who is the person outside?" Mr. Baicao asked.
The dean did not answer. His gaze passed through everyone, passed through the knife in the purple pupil, and fixed on the face of the purple pupil. "Are you the daughter of the purple butterfly?"
"Yes!" Zitong squatted in front of him, "Do you recognize my mother?"
"She and your father are my students." Dean said.
"What happened back then? Why was Mr. Xue blind? What was all this about?!