After Lingxiao stepped into the threshold of the Scripture Pavilion, his vision darkened for a while, and after adapting to the darkness for a while, when his vision was clear, he was suddenly deeply shocked by the scene in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info.

I saw that the bookshelves of more than two people in Gao Sheng put martial arts books were neatly arranged, from the left side of the pavilion to the other side, row upon row, each of which was separated by a distance of two arms wide, each building had three floors, and various exercise books were neatly stacked on each floor, and on one side of each bookshelf there was a wooden ladder that could be moved left and right, which was also designed to take the high-rise books.

And visually, there are about dozens of kinds of exercise books here, nearly a thousand.

"There are so many exercise books that you can only choose one, and you're going to leave in a quarter of an hour, so hurry up and choose!" Just when Lingxiao was stunned by the grandeur of the Scripture Pavilion and the richness of the collection of books, the middle-aged man's old voice sounded abruptly in the corner behind Lingxiao.

Lingxiao turned his head to follow the sound, and saw that in the slightly dim corner of the left behind him, there was a one-meter-square wooden table, there was an oil lamp on the wooden table, the oil light was dim, and the dim light just shrouded the whole table, and there were a few books and some blank book prints on the table, and the middle-aged man was sitting upright in front of the desk at the moment, holding a brush, as if he was copying something.

Ling Xiao didn't answer, but turned his head back, and shifted his gaze to these flat exercise books, he slowly walked over, approached those bookshelves, rubbing his fingers on these books, he could clearly feel that there was no trace of dust on the covers of these books, and it seemed that people often came here to read in order to keep these books so clean.

After searching for a while, Lingxiao stopped under a bookshelf, picked up a book of exercises and flipped through it, and when he saw that the name was 'Split Mountain Boxing', Ling Xiao immediately lost interest, because the Split Mountain Fist method is in the outer courtyard, and even the entire Yunquan Temple is basically a copy per person, and the essentials of the Split Mountain Fist Exercise have already been comprehended, so this exercise has no effect on him.

Put down the 'Splitting Mountain Fist' exercise, picked up another book next to the exercise, Lingxiao held the book in his hand, and the three elegant big characters on the cover suddenly came into view.

"Pai Shan Zhang"

"Pai Shan Palm" Grade: Yellow Rank Intermediate Martial Arts, Use Level: Forging Body Realm, How to Use: Condense Internal Force, Compress Internal Force to Break Out of the Palm, After Breaking the Body, the Internal Force Squeezes the Air, Forming an Air Palm Print Visible to the Naked Eye, Pai Shan Palm Turns into Nine Styles, the Same One Style, One Heavy, If the Strength is Forging the Nine Layers and Can Successfully Condense Nine Palm Prints, The Power of the Nine Palm Prints Explosion is comparable to the low-level martial arts of the Xuan Rank.

Lingxiao slurred, and then shook his head, obviously he didn't look down on this so-called 'Pai Shan Zhang', he shook his head a little helplessly and smiled, "This introduction is exactly the same as Split Mountain Fist."

The introduction of Split Mountain Fist and Pai Shan Palm is similar, both are divided into nine styles, and one type and one heavy realm, and they also rely on internal force to open up the meridians to improve the number of sonic booms, or condensed palm prints, and both are also inspired and guided by internal force, so the whole content is basically the same, and it can even be said that it is a change of soup without a change of medicine.

Ling Xiao didn't have any interest in the middle of the mountain palm in his hand, so he naturally put it down, and then flipped through each bookshelf in turn, and found that it was all low-level martial arts, and he didn't even find a book of yellow-level high-level exercises.

It seems that although this scripture pavilion has such a large collection of books, it is really shabby.

Ling Xiao searched back and forth for a while, except for those Yellow Order Martial Arts that were all over the place, there were indeed no other high-level martial arts, there were no better ones, so he had to retreat to the second, so Ling Xiao wanted to get the Yellow Order Advanced Martial Arts Book that he had discovered before, but when he walked to the bookshelf where the high-level book was placed, he just glanced aimlessly and casually, and found something strange.

Behind the bookshelf, there is a very inconspicuous back space that is half a meter high, and the book is wide single-layer wooden shelf, and there is a fist-sized round object placed on the wooden shelf at random, at first glance, it should be a round ball or a bead, because of the dust, the bead can be faintly seen to be black, Lingxiao walked over, took a deep breath, and blew it towards the wooden shelf, and the gas exhaled suddenly filled with smoke and dust, it seems that there should be so much dust attached to it for a long time.

Lingxiao looked around the bead and picked it up to take a closer look, but the moment Lingxiao picked up the bead, he felt that the weight of the bead the size of a fist was only the size of an egg, and Lingxiao put the bead in his hand and checked it, I really don't know what material it is made of.

He wiped the beads clean of dust again, held them up in front of his eyes and looked at them carefully, thinking that he could find some martial arts techniques engraved on the beads, but surprisingly, the black beads could not find any information except for the smooth surface that could almost reflect the black light.

"Probably this is just a very ordinary bead." Ling Xiao looked at the beads in his hand back and forth a few times, except for a few faintly visible finger dust marks, nothing else was found, and those finger marks were also a disciple who would be ranked in the previous session, and when he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he also found that this bead was left, and obviously, the result was naturally to see the black beads and nothing.

Lingxiao saw that the bead was really worthless, so he wanted to put it back, but at the moment when the black bead was about to leave the palm of his hand, there was a sudden and simple voice containing endless vicissitudes of life sounding in his ears.

"Eighteenth son, my name is Futu"

Almost at the same time as he heard the familiar voice, Lingxiao reflexively threw the beads in his hand without hesitation, but at the moment when the black beads were taken off, he immediately realized that something was wrong, so he hurriedly went to catch the Kurosawa beads again, and while catching the beads again, Lingxiao didn't care to wipe the cold sweat that was dripping down, and looked around in shock.

The voice just now was as simple and melodious as hitting a bell and drum, so it was obviously not the middle-aged man who had been scrolling down his head in the dim light of the door, but if it wasn't him, who could it be?

Glancing around and seeing that there was no one else, Lingxiao's frightened heart slowly calmed down, and then calmed down and thought slowly, somehow, the voice just now seemed to be a little familiar, he always remembered as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember.

"Is it it?" Lingxiao looked at the bead in his right hand with a puzzled face, and then shook the black bead in his hand up and down with some funny, listened to it in his ear, and there were no other abnormal sounds, as if he was unwilling, he bent his middle finger again, and knocked on the bead with his knuckles, but there was still no sound, this black bead seemed to be just an extremely ordinary bead.

"Looks like it's just an ordinary stone!" Lingxiao, who had tried various methods, still found nothing of this bead, and then muttered a little disappointed.

As soon as the palm of his hand was flipped over, and his fingers were not yet loose, the simple voice resounded again in this scripture pavilion.

"Eighteenth son, my name is Futu!"

This voice does not seem to come from the same direction, but exists in all directions, and this voice resounded around Lingxiao, which was exceptionally clear.

The moment Lingxiao heard this voice, even the hair on his head suddenly exploded, he claimed to be a courageous person, but when he heard this strange and simple voice one after another, even his always calm heart was a little difficult to calm down.

He saw through the gap in the bookshelf that the middle-aged man was still in a posture of hanging his head to copy, and looking at his appearance, he seemed to hear the quaint words just now.

"It's just self-psychology." Looking at the middle-aged man's ignorance of his affairs, Lingxiao also smiled to himself with some embarrassment.

As he smiled, the fingers of his right hand slackened, and his gaze followed synchronously, so that he could see the wooden frame clearly and put it in place intact.

As soon as he turned his gaze, he froze, and then his eyes widened and he looked at his right hand with a look that seemed to have seen something incredible.

I saw Lingxiao's right palm flipped, and the black beads there were stuck to his palm as if by some strange force, and they didn't fall off.

For such a peculiar scene, Lingxiao is also a little curious, but after curiosity, he is a little scared, for this kind of beads of unknown origin, it is better not to be contaminated, so Lingxiao is trying to pull strongly, but after pulling hard, it has no effect, the beads and his palm seem to grow together, and they do not move at all.

"Eighteenth son, my name is Futu!" And just when Lingxiao pulled hard, the vicissitudes of life and simple voice sounded in his ears again.

Before the words fell, Lingxiao's inexplicable cold sweat slipped down his face, and he shook his right hand vigorously, hoping to shake off the adhesion of the black beads, but no matter how he got rid of it, the beads and Lingxiao's palm seemed to be firmly glued together, and there was no escape.

For such a strange thing to happen, Lingxiao's heart was also a little flustered, when he didn't even think about it and just got up and left, obviously it was not a good sign that such a strange thing happened in such a strange place, and the time for a quarter of an hour was almost up, so Lingxiao still went first.

On a book on the wooden table in front of the middle-aged man, Lingxiao signed his name, and before the middle-aged man with a slightly surprised face opened his mouth to ask, Lingxiao stepped out of the Scripture Pavilion as if he were flying, and the back of the flying disappeared at the end of the line of sight in the blink of an eye, and in the distance behind his back, a few wisps of smoke and dust were rolled up.

The middle-aged man sitting at the wooden table, looking at the book in front of him, had a faint smile on his slightly surprised face, and his fingers, which were slightly trembling because of surprise, touched the place where the name column was written in the book, and muttered softly.

"Spirit-Heaven"

"It seems that the commitment and hard work of these decades have not been in vain"

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