Wang Zhi gently patted Zhao Xue's shoulder and said, "I'm just outside, you get acquainted with the old man first." ”

Zhao Xue came back to her senses and nodded.

The old man shuttled between thousands of bookshelves with Zhaoxue, and the old man patiently explained: "The Sword Pavilion Collection contains a brief description of the lives of famous swordsmen of all generations over the years, and their sword information, sword spectrum, sword technique, and swordsmanship are innumerable, which is the most in the whole continent, and is called the Sword Dao Collection. ”

Zhao Xue asked, "If that's the case, then isn't the swordsman in Cangzhou the strongest in the whole continent?"

Hearing this, the old man sighed, shook his head, and said: "Cangzhou used to be the only sword path holy place in the whole continent, and the wind of sword practice prevailed, and in that starry era a thousand years ago, there were twelve sword saints, and some of their brief descriptions were also collected here at the top. ”

"And then?"

"And then?"

The old man's voice was low, slightly sad, "And then there was no then." ”

They walked through every corner of Tibet, and the old man carefully introduced them, and when they left Tibet, it was almost dusk.

Wang Zhi was talking to a deacon of the Martial Mansion, and when he saw Zhao Xue coming out, he waved at him from afar.

Zhao Xue walked straight towards Wang, and the old man turned around and locked the door.

Wang Zhi asked, "What's the catch?"

Zhao Xue sighed: "This building ...... It's remarkable. ”

Wang Zhi looked at the treasure and said casually: "There are a lot of books hidden in it, there are not many useful ones, don't think too much." ”

"Why?"

Wang Zhi suddenly sighed: "Because ...... It's too tall and we're too short. ”

The deacon looked at Zhao Xue, earnestly and carefully, as if studying the swordsmanship of a certain sword master.

Zhao Xue was attracted by Wang Zhi's sudden emotion, and when she noticed that the deacon was paying attention to her, she was shocked and hurriedly hid behind Wang Zhi.

The deacon smiled embarrassedly when he saw this, and said, "Rudeness, rudeness!"

He looked at Wang Zhi and said, "This is the legendary double pupil?" It seems that the rumors are not true, and they are not false, the double pupil has three pupils. ”

Wang Zhidao: "It's nothing special, it's just that the eyes are better." ”

"Oh. The deacon looked at Zhao Xue and suddenly realized, and then smiled again: "Little brother, I was rude just now, I really heard people say that I have been heavy for so long, but I haven't seen it, and I am curious for a while, and I am out of shape." Sorry!"

The old man walked over with the key and said, "This kid is very careful, yes, come tomorrow, it just so happens that South Twenty-seventh Lane is not far from here, with the cultivation of the little brother Guiyuan, it is also a cup of tea." ”

The deacon held his hand to the old man and bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "I have seen the pavilion master." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Xue looked at the old man in surprise.

The old man squinted and smiled, "Are you surprised?"

Wang Zhi put his hand on his shoulder, patted it gently, and said, "Hiding is the foundation of the Wufu Sword Pavilion, and only the pavilion master can be its manager. ”

Zhao Xue was slapped by Wang Zhi like this, her mind gradually calmed down, she thought about it carefully, and muttered: "Indeed, such a great treasure must of course be managed by the mansion master himself, but ......"

Zhao Xue asked Wang Zhi and said, "Why did Brother Wang introduce me to clean here?"

Wang Zhi smiled slightly and said, "Because Brother Wang thinks that you should be here so as not to bury your eyes." ”

When the deacon heard this, he seemed to have heard something earth-shattering, and looked at Zhao Xue carefully for a long time before clapping his hands, and suddenly said, "I see, I ...... so."

He was about to say, but Wang Zhi silenced him, shook his head slightly, and said: "This kid is very good, but his heart is not good, and he can just come here to hone it." ”

The deacon looked at the Pavilion Master, who nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the deacon also nodded tacitly.

Zhao Xue didn't know why, but didn't ask.

Wang Zhi arched his hand to the two and said, "In this way, Wang Zhi will take the child and leave first." ”

The pavilion master said, "Go ahead." ”

After that, Wang Zhi left with Zhaoxue, and the deacon looked at the snow-covered Tibet, overjoyed, and asked the pavilion master: "Pavilion master, is this true?"

The pavilion master nodded slightly, and said: "I've seen it, the child's comprehension and roots are rare for thousands of years, I only took him once, and he remembered the pattern of the collection almost, maybe he can really inherit this collection." ”

The old man put his hands in his sleeves, looked at Tibet, and looked forward to the scene when it was inherited, and smiled happily.

The deacon bowed deeply to the pavilion master and left silently.

......

"The Sword Pavilion has existed for a long time. It is said that a thousand years ago, the twelve sword saints who rose in Cangzhou collected the world's sword skills, sword scores, and swordsmanship in an attic for those who practiced swords to observe, and gradually, a sect sword pavilion was established. A young man's voice came from the window on the second floor of a restaurant next to Bailu Avenue at the foot of Bailu Mountain.

The girl in red sat opposite him and was lifeless, and Lin Yu, Congfang and Wen Zheng sat precariously.

The young Nangong Han continued: "The Sword Pavilion gradually grew, and the collection of books in it became richer and richer, and it didn't take long for it to become the first in Cangzhou, and later as several Sword Saints fell one after another, the Sword Pavilion became low-key. ”

"After the fall of the Jokhang, the thirteen states of the world were unified by the gate valves of various places, established the imperial dynasty, and gradually stabilized, and the demon clan also established its own country, in addition to Entropy and Tongzhou. ”

"Entropy is chaotic, the leylines are collapsing, and the resources are depleted, so the war caused by the fight for the only resources has never stopped, and until now, it can be regarded as a complete collapse. ”

"Tongzhou is where the capital of Jokhang was located at the beginning, gathering the luck of the world, so countless families and sects are lined up, and there is a rising star Nine Heavens Holy Land, completely leaving other places far away. ”

"In order to compete with the sects of Tongzhou, eleven imperial cities set up their own sects to protect the country by cultivating the strong, Cangzhou is the Ye royal family and the predecessors of the Sword Pavilion after discussing the Sword Pavilion as the Protector Sect, and then the Sword Pavilion appeared to be broken, no one can inherit the sword of the Sword Pavilion in the Tibetan of the Sword Pavilion, and no one's sword can be recognized by Tibet, so the Protector Sect was weakened, and gradually merged with the Wen Mansion and other courtyards established by the Ye royal family, called the Ye Clan's Mansion, more than ten years ago the Emperor of the Apocalypse renamed it Ying Tianfu. ”

"The former No. 1 Cangzhou has been reduced to cultivating talents for the dynasty like those academies, but these predecessors of the Sword Pavilion don't care at all, they only seem to care about the inheritance of that treasure. ”

After Nangong Han finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and said, "I know this about the Sword Pavilion. ”

Wen Zheng suddenly said: "I thought I couldn't beat the royal family, but I didn't care." ”

Nangong Han glanced at him and said: "Although no one in the Sword Pavilion can inherit the treasure, but the masters of the Sword Pavilion in the past dynasties are also people in the Mingxin realm, this is the top person in the mainland, and the strongest Xiaoyun guard general of the imperial family, the old general Ye Xun, is also in the realm of Mingxin." ”

Cong Fang said: "But it can't be beaten, after all, the dynasty has so many armies in its hands, and there is a powerful sect family Nightmare Sword Mansion." ”

Lin Yu smiled slightly and said, "Those things are far away from us, and it always feels bad to talk about the world here now." ”

Wen Zheng agreed: "Yes, I'll go back after three years of study anyway." ”

Yunhai Changhong retorted: "I don't think there's any problem, the dynasty advocates freedom of speech, as long as it doesn't spread rumors, doesn't confuse the people, and doesn't mess up."

countries, can be discussed casually. ”

Lin Yu said: "I always feel that this is detrimental to the majesty of the royal family. ”

"I also forgot that the Lin family has been loyal to martyrs for generations, and your ancestors were the leaders of the Snow God Ride. Yunhai Changhong grinned and said.

Lin Yu pursed his lips and smiled, noncommittal.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the private room.

Seven or eight restaurant juniors came in with food, and a steward accompanied him, and smiled at several teenagers: "I'm sorry, a few sons, there was a little accident in the back kitchen, and the food was slow." ”

Nangong Han said: "It's okay, we're not very hungry anyway." ”

A few people retreated, waiting for the younger ones to put the dishes together, and the steward said: "A few sons are happy, if there is something to call me, the little one is outside the door." ”

Yunhai Changhong swept away the decline, picked up the chopsticks, and wondered which dish to start with, so he said casually: "Well, let's go down first." ”

"Good. ”

So he said that the steward withdrew.

The teenagers started eating, and the ever-red voice of the sea of clouds kept ringing.

......

There is a building complex in the corner of Bailu Mountain, built by the mountain, containing a cave house, with countless books, and here is the book pavilion.

Mr. Gui is a pavilion keeper, so naturally he also lives here.

Mr. has a very regular schedule, gets up every day to wash, goes to the library to clean, let Nangong Tong cook, copy books to come back to eat at noon, sit on the cliff behind the library at noon around the curtain pavilion and burn the stove to rest for a while, then go to copy the book again, until the unitary time, and then simply eat a little and go to bed early.

After Nangong Tong came, Mr. handed over the cleaning and cooking to him, and there was not much to do every day, so he had plenty of time to practice.

There is a ginkgo tree in the courtyard where Mr. lives, which is hundreds of years old, and Nangong Tong put a straw mat on it two days ago, and Shuang'er often cultivates under the tree.

It was dark, Mr. went to bed early, and Nangong Tong was still cultivating under the tree.

He constantly sensed the qi of heaven and earth, guiding them through his own meridians and converging to his eyes, and the acupuncture points here were the most difficult for him to break through, and he had stopped here for a long time.

As time passed, Shuang'er stopped practicing, came to her brother's side, brought a jacket to wear, and held the small stove prepared by her senior brother, and her life was moist.

Nangong Tong slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, Shuang'er cast an expectant gaze, he shook his head, and said, "It's still a little close, it's still a little bit close." ”

Shuang'er smiled and said, "It's okay, Shuang'er has already returned to the yuan, and it seems to be almost over, and Shuang'er will protect my brother in the future." ”

Saying that, the little girl held the small stove in her arms, freed one hand, and waved her little fist, which was very cute.

Nangong Tong touched her little head, and the little girl enjoyed it very much.

The young man looked at the gloomy sky and said, "But my brother wants to protect Shuang'er." ”

The little girl pasted over, put the jacket on Nangong Tong's body, and shrunk into Nangong Tong's arms with the stove, so that her brother was wearing a jacket, and her own in her brother's arms was equivalent to covering her brother and her.

She hugged the stove, and her brother hugged her, which was equivalent to the stove warming the brother...... Well, that's fine.

Nangong Tong put his hand on Shuang'er's back and patted it gently, and the little girl fell asleep not long after.

He misses his senior brother, without his senior brother, Shuang'er will rely on him, but can he become the object of Shuang'er's dependence?

He didn't know, he really didn't.

There is also a certain risk in fusing the inner dan, if he doesn't refine his body, the chance will be very low, and now the meridians near the last eye can't be refined.

The road ahead is bleak!

ps: This chapter is very fascinating to write, and it is difficult to write excessive chapters. I feel like a lot of water.