Zhong Wen wore Duobao Pavilion's exclusive golden uniform and swaggered to a splendid tall building.
Looking up, there were three shining golden Chinese characters written on the plaque above the main entrance on the ground floor.
Hidden! Books! Floor!
Behind him, Shangguan Mingyue no longer wore a red shirt and skirt, but was wrapped in silver. However, it did not diminish her beauty at all, but instead added a different kind of beauty.
In order to help her get a silver uniform, Zhong Wen had to "attack" a young female disciple of Duobao Pavilion.
The female disciple is called Wang Dehua, and her appearance matches her name quite well. It is difficult to describe her in words.
Therefore, when Zhong Wen suddenly made a move in a remote place, pointed her down, and began to undress and untie her, Wang Dehua only experienced a moment of panic, and quickly calmed down, with a slight excitement and excitement in her eyes.
expect.
What a handsome little brother!
Has spring finally arrived for me?
The next moment, she watched helplessly as this handsome young man took off his silver uniform, then took out a long white skirt from somewhere and put it on herself, leaving a spiritual crystal beside it, and then waved his clothes.
Walk away with your sleeves raised, not taking a single cloud with you.
What the hell?
Could it be that what you are interested in is not my mother, but my clothes?
Isn't this our uniform?
And what does this spiritual crystal mean?
Do you want to buy my clothes or something?
Did you know that our uniform is made of "Qibaotian Silk" and has three spiritual pattern formations engraved on it?
You can’t even buy a single thread in a spiritual crystal!
Ahhhh!
You brat, you played with my feelings and robbed my wealth!
I’m not done with you!!!
Wang Dehua's eyes were wet, her eyes were dull, and she was lying blankly in a dark corner. She was wearing a white dress that was slightly loose on the chest. She really wanted to cry without tears, and she didn't know how many times she cursed MMP in her heart.
"What, doesn't it fit?"
Feeling that Shangguan Mingyue's gait was a bit strange behind him, Zhong Wen asked with concern.
"Okay, it's okay." Shangguan Mingyue said with rare coyness, "It's just a little tight."
"Oh? Where's the tightness?" Zhong Wen asked kindly, "Do you want me to get another set?"
"I want you to take care of it!" Shangguan Mingyue blushed, glared at him fiercely, and then turned away.
Through the collar, you can see the charming pink color on her white and tender neck.
What's wrong with you again?
Zhong Wen curled his lips and stopped paying attention to her petty temper. Instead, he came to the door of the library, took out a jade plaque he snatched from Zhuo Erhang, and embedded it in the groove beside the door.
There was clearly no one around, but the main door of the library slowly opened back, revealing the simple and elegant decoration of the lobby on the ground floor. Although it was not as carved with jade railings as the previous building, the exquisite wooden appliances inside and the surrounding wall lamps, etc.
The builder's good intentions can still be seen in the details.
So smart!
Zhong Wen sighed in his heart, then turned around and called Shangguan Mingyue: "Follow me!"
The two of them stepped into the library one after another. Since time traveling, Zhong Wen has raided many places such as the library and scripture pavilions. He is experienced in skills and familiar with the methods, and he decisively avoids the places with large numbers of people.
There are a few floors below and go straight to the top floor.
The higher the floor, the more valuable the books are. This is a valuable experience he summed up from touching books countless times.
As expected, the further you go up, the fewer Duobao Pavilion disciples you see around you. When you get to the top floor, it is completely empty and no one is around.
There are only a few bookshelves lined up full of books, exuding a strong aroma of books, inhaling the nose and refreshing the lungs, which has a somewhat calming effect on the mind.
Concealing the excitement in his heart, Zhong Wen walked to a bookshelf in a few steps, reached out and took out a book, and looked at it carefully. He saw six Chinese characters with flying dragons and phoenixes written on the cover.
Mountain! Sea! Seal! Forge! Make! Dharma!
I go!
Mountain and sea seal!
Isn’t this one of the ninety-seven acquired spiritual treasures?
Zhong Wen's arms trembled slightly and he almost screamed.
Even though he had realized that the place he was in was probably the most powerful weapon refining sect in ancient times, he did not expect that in this Duobao Pavilion, he could actually find the refining method of acquired spiritual treasures.
Could it be a fake?
He eagerly opened the "Forging Method of Mountain and Sea Seals" and tried to compare it with the "Hundred Treasure Map" in his mind to verify its authenticity.
"Little guy, how come you have Zhuo Erhang's jade medal?" An old voice suddenly sounded from behind him, making Zhong Wen jump up in shock, and his heart almost stopped beating.
They both turned around, and saw an old man with white hair and a white beard, wearing a white gown, appearing at the top of the stairs at some point, staring directly at the two of them.
Above the old man's eyes, two thick white eyebrows drooped downwards. Coupled with his pale complexion, everything about him was white, making him look a little weird and a little depressed.
Over the past few days, Zhong Wen has met a lot of old men with white beards, most of them are practitioners with good strength, so they all have a good grasp of their temperament.
He had never met a practitioner like the white-browed old man in front of him, who was born with a sad face, as if his parents had just died.
The reason why he was determined to be a cultivator was because with Zhong Wen's powerful consciousness at this time, he was unable to notice the old man approaching, which showed that the other party's cultivation level was very advanced and was probably not inferior to him.
"Senior, how do you know I'm not Zhuo Erhang?" Zhong Wen said with a dry laugh.
"Zhuo Erhang is a fat man. He doesn't even have the courage to say a word to a woman. He is almost the most useless disciple in Duobao Pavilion." The white-browed old man's eyes were hollow and his voice was slightly dull. "You are so thin and you still have a beautiful face."
Girl, it would be too far-fetched to pretend to be him."
This fat guy is actually a celebrity?
Zhong Wen's smiling face froze on the spot, his expression uglier than crying. It took him a long time to awkwardly try to smile back: "No, to be honest with you, senior, we are just disciples who have just started, and we haven't received the jade medal yet.
I was entrusted by Senior Brother Zhuo to come here to find a book for him."
"Oh? Are you a new disciple?" The white-browed old man still had a bitter look on his face, "Whose disciple are you?"
"The family's surname is Zhao." Zhong Wen didn't know anyone from Duobao Pavilion, so he chose the first-ranked surname among hundreds of surnames without hesitation, intending to induce the other party to reveal several names with the surname Zhao.
No matter if the other party asks about Zhao San, Zhao Si, or Zhao Goudan, Zhao Cuihua, as long as he answers yes, the conversation will be considered connected.
"You have been exposed again." Unexpectedly, the old man with white eyebrows shook his head and said, "We don't even have a person named Zhao in Duobao Pavilion."
Zhong Wen: "..."
Nani!
How unlucky!
There is no one named Zhao in the sect of 800 people?
I already knew I would choose the king!
Lao Wang’s family is still reliable!
Zhong Wen's eyes were as wide as bells, and his mouth was so wide that he could almost stuff a goose egg into it.
"Don't be surprised." The white-browed old man seemed to have seen through his mind, and patiently explained, "When the Pavilion Master had not yet risen, his lover was taken away by a love rival named Zhao, so for Zhao, this
I hate this surname so much that once I took control of the power, I explicitly banned our sect from recruiting disciples named Zhao."
"Just because a person named Zhao offended him, he hates people named Zhao in the world. The master of the pavilion is a bit too broad-minded..." Zhong Wen covered his forehead with his hands, finally gave up pretending, and complained openly, "It's his fault.
If your surname is not Zhao, wouldn’t you be expelled from the school?”
"You are wrong again." The white-browed old man shook his head again and said, "The real name of the Pavilion Master is Zhao Kuo."
Zhong Wen: “…..”
are you crazy!
He rolled his eyes, facing this sect that exuded a strange aura from top to bottom, he no longer had much desire to complain.
"Tell me, who are you?" The white-browed old man's expression was still depressed, and there was not much emotion in his voice. "You sneaked into our library, but in order to steal the forging technique of Lingbao?"
"I would say I'm lost." Zhong Wen said with a wry smile, "Senior, can you believe it?"
"Little guy, do you think I am a fool?" The white-browed old man frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I have only lived in seclusion for more than thirty years, has the world forgotten my name as Dabei?"
Zhong Wen suddenly felt an indescribable momentum suddenly surround him, and his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to move at all.
At the same time, his heart suddenly felt desolate, and two lines of hot tears left the corners of his eyes for no apparent reason. He was so overcome with emotion.
The domain of saints!
Feeling this unparalleled power, his mind was shaken, and his eyes were filled with incredible color.