After returning to her residence, Ling Motang began to recall all the information she had come into contact with in the book today, took out the notepad she had prepared earlier, which was the "Survival Guide" she had prepared for herself in this era, opened the first piece of paper, dipped it in ink and wrote the word "Taigu". Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, Jiuli didn't know much about this era in detail, but through today's library pavilion, she had a better understanding of this alternate era.

She lived in the primeval era now.

Before the ancient times, it was Tang Yao Yu Shun, Tang Yao Yu Shun was the period of the Three Emperors, and before the Three Emperors, it was the Pangu century.

All these records are very similar to the history that Ling Motang once knew, but it is not a real history to say that this is a real history. Modern history has records about the Pangu period, the Three Emperors period, Tang Yao and Yu Shun, these are all real, but there is no ancient record.

This is an unrecorded piece of history, and he is erected after Tang Yao and Yu Shun.

This is an era that coexists with the Xia, Shang and Zhou, and it is a parallel space to the Xia, Shang and Zhou, a mysterious dynasty that has not been recorded in history and explored.

This era is also changed from a clan to a tribe, and then by the tribe to form a country, the primeval period was divided into twelve kingdoms, each with twelve kings to rule, each country has the existence of a protector of the country.

This is also an era of competition between countries, and there seems to be a harmonious atmosphere between countries, but in fact, the dark tide is surging. The open and secret struggle between the interests of families, clans, and sects. The sons of heaven and princes from all walks of life vied for the throne of the overlord of the Central Plains.

"Swire is a thrilling era," Ling Motang wrote under the "Survival Guide".

In addition, she thinks that the amazing thing is that the development of civilization in this dynasty seems to be very advanced, take tools such as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, according to historical records, all these tools appeared in the Han Dynasty.

There are also people's clothing materials, house buildings, and living utensils here are very advanced, which is more like the style of China's Tang Dynasty.

Therefore, Ling Motang summed up one more point: this is a time and space that is contemporaneous with the Xia, Shang and Zhou periods, but similar to the Tang Dynasty.

She put the "Survival Guide" in the drawer, and then found a large piece of paper, drew the structure of the human body on the paper, and marked the various meridians of the person, which is also what Ling Motang saw today, since you want to learn to move the spirit, you must first understand the various meridians and acupoints of the body.

It's just that her meridians are really the same as ordinary people, or the distribution of acupuncture points is deviated from ordinary people, otherwise how can the method of spiritual power that normal people can use to her not work?

That's it, don't think about it, anyway, I'll have to go to the library tomorrow, and then I'll find the answer from the book. Ling Motang pasted the drawn human body structure diagram on the head of the bed, pointed and groped for his body, and did not turn over and fall asleep until sleepiness hit.

Ling Motang closed her eyes sleepily, she had been having a chaotic dream in the past, but tonight her dream was different, there were a pair of magnificent orange-red eyes with fire, this was not a pair of blood-red eyes that made people fearful, it was a pair of eyes as brilliant as flames, beautiful but never demonic.

For no reason, she felt a headache, she kept turning over in a daze, in the past few days in Liuyun Sect, she didn't sleep very well, it was easy to wake up from a dream or turn over, and she woke up early in the morning with soreness and pain.

Ling Motang patted the hard bed, and once thought it was a problem with the bed. Seeing that the hour was still early, it was dark outside the window, Ling Motang continued to fall asleep, and now she saw the scene before crossing in her sleep, the hundred-story building, her eyes were full of blood red. When you wake up, everything changes, from modern floor-to-ceiling glass windows to ancient carved windows, and urban high-rise buildings to antique pavilions.

The dream was very long, Ling Motang turned over and still didn't wake up, shuttling from modern times to ancient times, seeing rare and exotic beasts crossing the continent and breaking through the manor rivers and mountains, and also seeing the bloody scene of swords and sword shadows flowing blood, suddenly a sword stabbed at a rapid speed, she watched the sword with blue flames pierce through the chest, it didn't hurt but it was enough to wake her up from the dream.

Ling Motang got up suddenly, holding on to the railing in front of the bed and gasping for breath, only after calming down did he feel dry mouth, wrapped in a quilt and shivering down to pour water to drink, and looked at the window on the left, where a small crack was opening, and the cold wind penetrated from there.

"It's all the same." Ling Motang stroked her forehead and sighed, no matter what kind of dream she had, the end of the dream was always that she was pierced through the chest by a sword. Gulping down the water in the cup, the only little warmth left on her body as the cold liquid entered her throat was completely dissipated, Ling Motang put down the cup and moved to the window, wanting to close the unclosed window, but in the next second, she saw through the gap by the window that there was a bright light outside, and the fire in the distance emitted a thick black fog.

"It's on fire!" People's cries came and went, and the noisy sounds were mixed together, and Ling Motang immediately jumped to the edge of the bed and threw down the quilt wrapped around his body.

The ignition point was that the altar of the Liuyun Sect happened to be not far from Qin Xue's residence, Ling Motang was worried about Qin Xue, and he had to push the door out regardless of whether his clothes were neat.

When Ling Motang pushed open the door of his room, Qin Xue was about to knock on the door, tsk, it was really a tacit understanding.

"I thought you were dead." Qin Xue saw that Ling Motang was safe and sound, and her tone seemed very relaxed.

"How could it suddenly catch fire?" Ling Motang asked Qin Xue.

Qin Xue also had a confused expression: "I don't know, I just fell asleep and heard someone outside shouting that there was a fire, I was afraid that you would come to see you first when you got up at night and were afraid." ”

Hearing Qin Xue say this, Ling Motang was very moved, in just a few days, Qin Xue also took her to heart.

Ling Motang closed the door and rushed to the altar with Qin Xue, but the fire was still not under control, and it spread to the corner of the library pavilion with the help of the east wind.

The inner disciple has already stepped on the flying sword to circl around the firelight, suppressing the spread of the fire with aura, Mo Jingru is also the sword, Qin Xue frowned and seemed to be very worried about Mo Jingru's safety, the disciple of the water spirit root also resisted the water against the fire, but the effect was very small.

Suddenly, there was a sharp cry in the air, and the behemoth fell suddenly, the ground trembled for three points, and along with the huge thing, there was a long sword that was as hot as fire, and the long sword pierced the abdomen of the black demon beast, and the blood mixed with the fire spread......

At the moment when the demon beast screamed and suddenly lowered its head, the fire that had originally soared into the sky was also extinguished in an instant, if it weren't for the black smoke that was still spreading and rising, it seemed that there had never been any fire here.

A person's brocade clothes fell, his left arm was slightly raised, and the long sword that pierced into the demon beast's body flew back into the man's hand with a roar.

Mo Jingru then fell, and thanked Shen Yuan: "Thank you Lord Shen Zhuang for your help." ”