On the bustling streets, people are buzzing.

A burst of shouting came suddenly, and the noisy voices stopped abruptly.

"Don't miss it when you pass by, the introduction to cultivating immortals, don't want 998, just 99, do you want to cultivate immortals to the pinnacle of life?

The shouts were louder and louder, and before long, the surrounding area of the self-answering platform was filled with people.

Shen Lang mingled in the crowd, looking at the hawker who seemed to stand out from the crowd holding up a shabby book, and his enthusiasm was high.

"Brother, are you interested?"

The man with five big and three thick men on his side pushed Shen Lang with a heroic face.

Shen Lang pursed his lips and chuckled: "Let's have a good time." ”

"What kind of fun are you rich people coming along, wouldn't it be nice to take people directly to your home?"

"That's it. ”

Shen Lang smiled without saying a word, calmly looking at the sturdy man.

Xu was a little hairy by Shen Lang's staring, and the man looked away in a daze.

"What are you howling, shut up for me, hurry up and pack my things and get out, or ......"

The nearest man in the first two rows of Shen Lang near the high platform shook the baton in his hand and aimed it at the vendor on the platform.

The peddler's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shouted arrogantly: "Otherwise, what? Which branch are you? Be careful I tell you the leader." ”

Hearing this, the man said suspiciously: "Waterfront ......"

Seeing the hawker's look of not being afraid of heaven and earth, Shen Lang shook his head with a chuckle and did not speak.

Turning to leave, a loud shout came through the microphone, causing a cacophony of noise.

"Stop!"

In an instant, Shen Lang's divine sense opened, and something smashed head-on from the back of his head.

With a fierce force, the body took the lead in reacting, catching the smashed book with his backhand.

Shen Lang frowned, turned to look at the stage.

At some point, there was a middle-aged man on the stage, with a head of three-and-seven-point hair, and a gray-blue tunic wearing on his body without being angry and arrogant.

"Who are you?"

The unique tone of the middle-aged man made Shen Lang feel shocked.

The worn-out book in his hand turned to ashes for a while, and the fast Shen Lang didn't have time to stop it.

The middle-aged man walked lightly, stepping on the shoulders of others like a dragonfly and came to Shen Lang.

"Bring it. ”

The flattened ashes in Shen Lang's palm were scattered with the wind.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

"No matter what tricks you play, hurry up and take out the "Nine Heavens". ”

"Is it something you threw and want to come back?"

Shen Lang disdainfully, raised his foot to crush the ashes scattered on the ground, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him defiantly.

"You!"

"What am I ......" Shen Lang leaned close to the middle-aged man's ear and whispered: "If I am not an immortal cultivator, what will happen to me if you smash this book?"

Shen Lang's actions were too intimate, and the middle-aged man's body stiffened, "What do you want to do?"

"I should be asking, what exactly do you want to do?"

Clapping his hands, Shen Lang then said, "Let it go." ”

The middle-aged man was annoyed and angry, and shouted: "You ruined our family heirloom, I will definitely not let you have a good time!"

Shen Lang smiled angrily, but waved his hand without looking back: "Waiting at any time." ”

Leaving the bustling city center, it looks a little bleak, the streets on both sides are devoid of pedestrians, and the sky is gradually darkening.

When he came to the Mo family's old mansion, Mo Yun had been waiting for a long time, wearing an Ol professional suit, looking more and more capable, with a low neckline on his chest, spring, and moving ravines.

Shen Lang greeted him politely: "Miss Mo." ”

Mo Yun smiled sweetly, "Come on, Dad has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"Excuse me. ”

Under the guidance of Mo Yun, Shen Lang entered Mo Yi's study.

Mo Yi leaned back in his chair, saw Shen Lang appear, his eyes seemed to have light, he stood up and approached Shen Lang with a smile.

The self-cooked took Shen Lang's hands, "Yes, there is an improvement." ”

Shen Lang was stunned, "You have discovered such a small change?"

Mo Yi glanced at him and patted the back of his hand, "It is more difficult for ordinary people to cultivate immortals than to ascend to the sky, and some changes are worthy of joy." ”

Shen Lang scratched his head embarrassedly, and then said, "Mr. Mo, do you know what the Nine Heavens Book is?"

Mo Yun poured the tea, looked at Shen Lang puzzled, and said first: "The book that Dad gave you is "Nine Heavens". ”

Hearing this, Shen Lang was stunned.

Thinking of the middle-aged man's family heirloom, he already had the answer in his heart.

Slightly embarrassed, he said, "Mr. Mo, I'm sorry that I inadvertently burned your family's Nine Heavens Book today. ”

Mo Yi suddenly laughed and patted Shen Lang on the shoulder.

Shen Lang didn't understand what he meant, but Mo Yi couldn't help but laugh and pushed him into the compartment behind the bookshelf.

A rotating descending staircase, the dim yellow light could only faintly illuminate the route down, and Shen Lang followed closely behind Mo Yi.

At the bottom of the room, there were no five fingers in his hand, and Shen Lang's divine sense couldn't find out what it was.

At this moment, Mo Yi waved his hand.

Shen Lang, who was blinded by the dazzling light, squinted slightly, and only after adapting did he see the scene in front of him clearly.

Rows and rows of books float on the invisible shelves, emitting a silver-gray light.

"Come here. ”

Mo Yi shouted, and then introduced Shen Lang with some excitement, "Look, this row is all "Nine Heavens". ”

Looking in the direction of his finger, Shen Lang really saw a row of inexplicably familiar books.

"Isn't this the one you gave me, Mr. Mo?"

"No, in fact, cultivating immortals is like us going to school, and the books are gradually replaced, divided into three volumes. ”

Shen Lang carefully swept the number of a row, a total of nine.

"Is this an heirloom of the Mo family?"

"What are you talking about, this is an entry to cultivating immortals, and anyone who cultivates immortals can get it, but as far as mortal fate is concerned, ordinary people can get at most two volumes. ”

"And where did you get this book?"

"It's easy to follow the teacher, personal practice depends on how the fate is, those who have a good fate can enter the Qingyun Pavilion to exchange books at the same price, and those who have a bad fate don't have to think about it, this life is just empty spiritual roots to show off. ”

After some understanding, Shen Lang felt a little bottom in his heart, and then asked, "Mr. Mo, have you ever been lucky enough to enter the Qingyun Pavilion?"

Hearing this, Mo Yi smiled maliciously, "What ...... this?"

Seeing Shen Lang's studious appearance, Mo Yi no longer sold Guanzi, "I am not talented, and the second elder of the Qingyun Pavilion sits down." ”

It's cool to have a backstage!

Shen Lang answered: "Spell master?"

Mo Yi looked him up and down for a while before he slowly spoke, "Everything is about a mortal fate." ”

"Wouldn't it be useless if there is no nobleman? Mr. Mo, you ...... Referrals?"