Liang Meng has already adapted to the supreme status of the hall master very well.

I'm the hall master! I'm afraid of you?

Liang Meng slapped the book on the bookshelf and turned to leave.

"Legend, legend, legend~~strange~~"

Liang Meng stood under the eaves of the back door of the main hall, pinching his waist with both hands, and shouting earth-shattering.

Speaking of the image of the lord of the hall. Tut-tut······

"It's coming. Hall Master, are you looking for me?"

"Where have you been? ”

"Xiao Yezi just sent some fresh melons and vegetables, and I helped move them. ”

The kitchen is in the westernmost part of the small yard.

The chef only has one small leaf, and the legend will help carry it in his spare time.

Legend raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead while answering Liang Meng's question.

However, Liang Meng didn't care very much. Nodding perfunctorily, his footsteps swept the legend forward.

"Is there something wrong with me?" the legend followed.

"En" Liang Meng put his hands behind his back, and the hall master was full of posture.

"I ask you, that ghost in the Library, do you know?"

"Ghost?"

The legendary figure was stunned, but Liang Meng in front didn't see it.

"Did the hall master see him?"

"What do you see? I only hear his voice but I don't see his people. He said he didn't have a real body, did he?"

Liang Meng said and came to her beloved rattan chair.

"Yes. ”

"He's also from Yunmengtang?"

Liang Meng said and sat on the rattan chair. His eyes were fixed on the legend, and he pointed to the tan wooden chair next to him.

"Actually~~ doesn't count. ”

The long legend nests on a low wooden chair, cute and pitiful.

"Huh?"

Liang Meng's elbows rested on his knees and he took a 'I'll listen, you continue' pose.

"Actually, to put it mildly, the ghost was suppressed in the library by our Yunmengtang. ”

"Suppression, why?" Liang Meng leaned forward. The eyes that stared at the legend were full of curiosity.

"This, the legend doesn't know. The legend only knows that the ghost has been in the library for thousands of years. ”

"Thousands of years?" Liang Meng's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help but speak.

"Yes. ”

"Then who suppressed him in the Library Pavilion?"

"This, the legend doesn't know. However, no matter how many years or how many lifetimes, the ghost can only stay honestly in the library pavilion. Can't get out. ”

"Is the Spectre powerful?"

"It should be. The legend's eyes drooped slightly, and he gave an ambiguous answer.

"What's so mysterious about this library?

"This," the legend said with distress on his face, his white little face wrinkled like a bun.

"Actually, very little is known about the legends of ghosts. It is only known that at the beginning of the suppression of the ghost, there was a suppression charm outside the library pavilion. But at some point, the repression charm disappeared. Not to mention the Library Pavilion, the entire Yunmeng Hall can come and go freely. ”

"The suppression spell is gone, how can it be gone?"

"Legend has heard that the spell that suppresses the ghost can only be suppressed for a hundred years. After a hundred years, the repression spell will disappear. ”

"Then, now that there is no suppression spell, why is the spirit still in the library pavilion?"

The legend looked at his hall master and shook his head innocently.

This, he still doesn't know!

Liang Meng rolled his eyes at the legend and lay down on the rattan chair.

"By the way, hall master, how did you learn in the library just now?"

The legend stood up. Straightened the hem of his robe. I moved my legs and feet.

Anyway, that small wooden chair is really painful to sit on!!

"What else, not so much. ”

"Well, what's the problem, hall master?"

Speaking of this, Liang Meng almost forgot about the important and serious question about learning.

Let that ghost teach the anger confused.

Liang Meng sat up from the recliner 'rubbing'. Hold out a finger and point to the center of your eyebrows.

The tone is visibly eager.

"Do you know this?"