The closed dark red door quietly opened a gap, and the small creaking sound was drowned out by the howling wind outside.
Ning Yan's eyes were half-closed, his heart rate dropped sharply, and no breath was leaking out from the acupuncture points in his body. With just a tap of his toes, he quickly darted into the pavilion as if he was suddenly shocked.
The more complex the terrain, the more obvious the advantage of the mind's vertical and horizontal movement. He instantly moved to the shadow of the corner, hooked his toes on the candlestick on the wall, his body seemed to have no strength, and he was hanging upside down on the roof.
It just so happens that you can have a panoramic view of the scene in Longtu Pavilion.
Yan Yan was used to seeing Ning Yan act recklessly, and this was the first time she saw his cleverness. She couldn't help but marvel. But as she looked at it, she suddenly felt that something was not right, and said suspiciously: "This kind of thing
Why are you so skilled?"
"Is now the time to discuss this issue?"
Longtuge looks like it has been abandoned for some time. The floor tiles, tables and chairs are still relatively clean, but a lot of dust has accumulated on the bookshelves, which falls to the ground when the wind blows. The dust draws even arcs along both sides of the door.
A line of footprints spread from the door to the stairs, and finally disappeared.
Ning Yan carefully looked at the footprints on the ground. Judging from the size of the footprints, he should be a tall man. The walking habits of warriors and ordinary people are different. Not to mention the masters of the third level, the seventh-level warriors will subconsciously
Lifting the body up and landing on the ground is enough to leave no trace on the snow.
From this we can see that this person most likely has no cultivation base.
But how can ordinary people go in and out of Longtuge in the middle of the night?
Ning Yan pondered for a moment, then pushed forward with his right palm, and the gentle wind from his palm disturbed the traces on the ground.
No matter who the other party is, there is nothing wrong with being careful.
Yan Yan put her arms on his shoulders. Ever since she sat on his neck, the girl seemed to like the feeling of controlling a scumbag. She spoke in a bossy manner: "By the way, what are you looking for?"
Ning Yan shook his head: "I don't know either."
The system's guidance was no longer updated after he entered Longtuge. What was broadcast next was purely nonsense and could not give any valuable advice, leaving him confused.
The only thing that is certain is that the opportunity he longs for is now within Longtuge.
When Yan Yan heard this, he immediately became furious: "I don't know? If I don't know, you break into the house without permission?! If you don't know, you drag me here to risk my life?!"
"Chance, what matters is fate, it's boring to be too deliberate..." Ning Yan was talking nonsense, and when he saw Yan Yan trying to pull out his hair, he hurriedly changed his words: "Well, by the time it gets ugly, if it doesn't work out by the time it gets ugly...
, then withdraw.”
"No, the Forbidden Army will definitely find you in less than a quarter of an hour. It will take time for us to escape."
"It's too short. There might be a secret room hidden in Longtuge..."
"Only a quarter of an hour at most!"
Ning Yan argued over and over again, but Yan Yan had already made up his mind and refused to let go. He would not take a step back even if his words were broken.
Now he can only hope that Longtuge will have fewer mechanisms, otherwise he will encounter some brain-burning decryption games, and he will probably come back empty-handed tonight.
"It's only a quarter of an hour, so hurry up."
Now that the deadline was agreed upon, Ning Yan immediately flew up and planned to start searching from the first floor.
According to his opinion, with his ability to see ten lines at a time, it would be enough time to turn the Longtu Pavilion inside and out in a quarter of an hour. However, it didn't take long for him to change his initial idea.
As the royal study room of the king of a country, most of the books treasured in it are ancient and unique copies. It is difficult to understand the meaning of them without calming down and looking at them.
On the contrary, the erotic album hidden in the corner is vivid and contains tips on luck, highlighting a zero-threshold threshold for reading.
After a while.
"Damn it, it's definitely too late if this continues."
Ning Yan sighed, and as he spoke, he put an unread hardcover picture book into his arms.
Yan Yan stared at this terrible adult with an expressionless face and said coldly: "Put it back for me."
"It's all here..."
"put it back!"
Ning Yan shrank his neck. Due to Yan Yan's power, he had to insert the album back into the bookshelf and muttered in a low voice: "What a waste."
"Ahhhh!" Yan Yan screamed strangely, her teeth itching with hatred, she grabbed his neck and shook him hard: "You came here in the middle of the night just to steal pornographic books? Can you be successful?"
"What a pornographic book. The painter is the best among the best. This is called art..."
"I am going to kill you!"
"Okay, then what do you think we should do..."
Yan Yan gritted her teeth, calmed down a little, and said again: "Are you sure what you are looking for is a book?"
This actually made Ning Yan ask.
After all, the opportunity mentioned by the system is a very abstract thing, and no specific explanation is given. He can only guess the possible shape of the opportunity based on what is hidden in Longtuge.
What could it be... the method of immortality? Secret books of magic skills? Treasure maps? But these valuable things should have been transferred long ago...
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he touched his palm and said: "Do you think it will be hidden in the crevices of books and papers? It's similar to the Forty-Two Chapters Sutra, Nine Yang Magic or something."
Yan Yan had never heard of the names of the Forty-Two Chapter Sutra and the Nine-Yang Divine Art, and he roughly understood what Ning Yan meant, and immediately frowned.
After thinking for a moment, she took a deep breath and said slowly: "Then I have an idea."
"As expected of you!"
"Hmph, that's ~ calling out the Qianlong Pot."
Ning Yan heard the words and summoned the Qianlong Pot. Yan Yan turned into a spiritual light and penetrated into the pot. At the same time, the simple bronze patterns on the pot's body flickered like human breath.
After a long time, she reappeared, with a bit of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Ning Yan hurriedly asked: "How do you say it?"
Yan Yan said: "I checked all the books in the pavilion. According to what you said, the popularity of the pages hidden in the mezzanine and the books themselves should be different..."
"Wait a minute, what is popularity?"
"Don't interrupt me!" Yan Yan glared at him dissatisfied, but still explained: "The sweat secreted on the fingers, the peeled skin flakes, and the acquired turbidity exhaled when reading... They will all be flipping through the pages.
It is stained on the paper from time to time. Although these traces will gradually fade over time, and even the great masters may not be able to capture them, but as the saying goes, the passing geese leave sounds and the passing people leave traces, but I have the ability to distinguish them."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ning Yan nodded fiercely and then asked: "What's the result?"
Yan Yan said angrily: "The result is that there is none. The most valuable thing in this building is probably the copybook hanging on the right side of the main hall. It is about two thousand years old and can be sold for a lot of money."
Ning Yan was greatly disappointed when he heard this: "Then why are you looking like this? I thought it was a joke."
Yan Yan paused and pointed upstairs: "Third floor."
Ning Yan was startled for a moment, and then his expression slowly became serious. His five senses were no longer what they used to be, so he naturally understood what Yan Yan meant.
On the third floor, there was the sound of pages turning.
"That man has a very strange spiritual treasure on him."
"strangeness?"
It can be said that one can understand whether the spirit treasure is strong or weak, but the "strange" comment really left Ning Yan confused.
Yan Yan affirmed: "Well, the power of the Lingbao is definitely not inferior to the divine sword in the sky, but correspondingly, its own spirituality is surprisingly weak, not as good as the big spear and Han sword we packed up just now.
It’s really weird.”
"Isn't it a magic weapon or a tool made of magical power?"
"No! It's Lingbao. I won't let you take it wrong!"
The extremely weak spirituality means that it is difficult for the Lingbao to automatically protect its owner, but its owner seems to be an ordinary person with no cultivation...
Thinking of this, Ning Yan's heartbeat accelerated a bit.
[If God doesn’t take it, you will be blamed for it. When the time comes, you will suffer the disaster! What else do you have to hesitate? If it weren’t for the disaster caused by the puppet Liang, it would not be easy to enter the palace. This is a God-given opportunity!]
【Great opportunities lie ahead!】
Yes, God-given opportunity, as long as I don't harm his life...
His breathing gradually became faster, and there seemed to be fire flickering in his eyes. The greed and ambition encouraged by the system slowly spread in his heart...
"let's go!"
After the words fell, Ning Yan no longer hesitated. Ink-colored light suddenly escaped from his body, and he walked straight up the wall, as if he were walking on flat ground.
For him, the height of the third floor was reached in just a blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, he was already at the turntable on the third floor.
Looking in from the turntable, there are several layers of curtains supported behind the rows of bookshelves. The curtain is in the middle and tightly wrapped around it from all sides, which happens to be able to block prying eyes from all directions.
Outside the curtain, a large red robe was casually thrown aside. It was embellished with gilt copper buckles and was lined with plain silk. It was extremely luxurious.
Not far away, there was a pair of cotton boots lying around, presumably from where the previous footprints were made.
Ning Yan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, just take off the coat, even take off the boots?
Do you really consider it your own home?
At this moment, the sound of turning pages behind the curtain stopped.
"Wei Banban? Is that you?"
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