Han Oufan woke up and the sky was already bright, he got up and stretched, looked in the mirror and found that he was 7 or 8 years old, with fair skin and a handsome face, the most special thing is that Han Oufan's pupils are blue, Han Oufan was looking at himself in the mirror intently, he heard someone call him, pushed open the door and saw that it was his father Han Chenghai, "Oufan said hello to his father" "Well, Fan'er slept well last night?" "Father, the child slept well last night" "Now, my father came to you today to take you to a place, in order to prevent you from being in the same accident as last time" "Huh? Where to go? "Zangjing Pavilion", in a blink of an eye, Han Oufan came to an independent courtyard, a 3-story building stood in the center, "Fan'er, go ahead, I won't let others get close to this place, I will send someone to bring you food every day" Han Oufan replied yes, then observed this building, and didn't feel anything after looking at it for a while, because there was a feeling in Han Oufan's heart that there was something in it, and Han Oufan didn't know what it was. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Stepping into the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Han Oufan immediately asked about the breath of the book, not one or two books or hundreds of books, this is simply a library, of course, the books here are of some historical significance, Han Oufan means to choose a few exercises that are suitable for him, but there are too many books here, so Han Oufan looked around, took a book and opened it to see that the book is called "The True Scripture of Forging the Body", it turned out that this was a book of forging the body, but Han Oufan did not watch further, The reason is that the level of this book is too low, and it is only a low-grade exercise, so Han Oufan put it back in its original position, and picked it up again, just picking it as he walked.

Unconsciously, it was sunset and dusk, Han Oufan still didn't find the exercises that suited him, but there was still a feeling in his heart that he continued to look for it, in fact, Han Oufan had been looking for books according to his inner feelings, but he didn't expect to look for it for a day, Han Oufan felt that the feeling in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, and when he turned around, he found that there was an independent bookshelf not far from him, and there were not many books like other bookshelves, but on the contrary, there was a book that looked very ordinary lying on the shelf.