Nangong Fan retracted his thoughts, no matter how he repented now, he couldn't accept it if he went directly to the ancestral hall like this.

Not to mention that there are still things to confirm now, just the solemnity of the ancestral hall is not something that he can endure when he is young, and he is very depressed near the ancestral hall, especially as a member of the black family, he doesn't even dare to cough out, for fear of disturbing the ancestors.

Without a certain amount of experience, who wants to have nothing to say hello to some boring spirit cards?

The left and right sides of the road to the ancestral hall are all going to the important boundaries of the Hei family, and the status of the ancestral hall is no worse than that of the ancestral hall.

The bluestone on the left is flat, but the old stone is bright, obviously people often clean up, clean, and often step into it, so that in such an environment, there is no moss at all.

The right side is a little better than the road ahead, the stones are covered with moss, the cobwebs between the trees, and the weeds on both sides of the road are so overgrown that even the footprints on the stones are barely visible.

On the right, a quaint courtyard can be faintly seen between the lush grass and trees, covered with green vines, revealing the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, such as Lao Ji Fu Fang, Nangong Fan swept the courtyard and no longer looked at it, that house is not something he can easily step into today.

There are some old people living there, but each of them can make a storm in Dragon City, and many of them are "legendary figures who have passed away", and the heritage of the black family for thousands of years is all in it.

Nangong Fan raised his footsteps and walked towards the trail on the left, stepping lightly on the bluestone road, with a crisp sound.

Just around the corner, a seven-story tower looms in the shade of the trees, the tip of the tower breaks through the heavy encirclement of the trees and goes straight into the sky, shining brightly in the sun's light, and a conspicuous huge stone tablet is placed in front of the tower - "Wanbao Tower".

Wanbaolou is the most desirable place for many young people of the Hei family, because whenever they come here, it means that good things are coming. Inside, there are treasures and scriptures of the Black Family.

The seventh floor of Wanbao Building. There are two compartments on each floor, on one side is the treasure elixir, and on the other side is the ancient book martial arts.

The range of the layers is reduced, and the layers are more precious.

The younger generation, except for Nangong Fan, can only wander on the first two floors, and only when they are well-trained, and even when the aura enters the body, will the older generation of the Hei family take them to the higher floors.

The aura enters the body, and it means that you can start a family, and the black family will not be stingy, the weapons will be picked at will, and the first few layers of the elective exercises will also be handed over to the hands.

The first few layers are only spiritual weapons, flowers and plants, and the ancient books are only to record the anecdotes and customs of the starry sky world, even the exercises and martial arts are only slightly shallow. With the fourth floor as the dividing line, the back floor is densely covered with spiritual grass, martial arts, and rare spiritual weapons are displayed in it.

Even if Nangong Fan is holding a lineage ring, if he doesn't allow it, he can only step into the fourth layer, but fortunately, the place he wants to go is the fourth layer.

The fourth layer is extremely famous in the entire black family, its space is smaller than the fifth layer, and countless ancestors have explored it, but they have not found out the reason, and various legends come from this.

Nangong Fan understood that it was when Hei Ze stepped into that legendary place that his body was damaged and his spiritual power did not pass through his body.

Nangong Fan gently stepped into the only entrance of Wanbao Tower, recalling the picture when he was five years old in his mind.

The entrance was shrouded in a layer of white light, and when Nangong Fan stretched out his right hand, the white light swept over the ring in Nangong Fan's hand, and a faint light shrouded Nangong Fan, and without a sound, Nangong Fan disappeared in place.

Walking through the narrow passage, gradually becoming wider, there is an old chair in the open space in front of the compartment, an old man full of folds is lying on the old chair with his eyes closed, humming a opera softly, when Nangong Fan stepped into the Wanbao Building, his eyes opened gently, a ray of fine light flashed, and it became turbid again, squinting his eyes, revealing a gap, looking at Nangong Fan who was gradually approaching, and sighed softly, "Xiao Ze, you kid seems to have not come to see the old man for a long time." ”

"Little grandpa, you are auspicious. Nangong Fan replied respectfully and with a hippie smile. The old man has been guarding Wanbaolou for many years, and when he was a child, he also came here with Hei Yuqing to pull the old man's snow-white beard.

The old man once had a son, who died in battle, and his wife died of illness, so he escaped into Wanbaolou as the youngest son of the Hei family, and never asked about the world.

The old man snorted lightly, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes, "Don't make those picture books all over again." ”

When the words fell, the old man closed his eyes again, lay on the chair, and swayed his legs leisurely.

Nangong Fan replied respectfully, and then walked softly around the old man and walked upstairs.

Nangong Fan kept walking straight to the fourth floor, and the others ignored it. Even if I like some sweet and sour fruits that are a little spiritual, I don't eat them directly from naughty.

For this, he was beaten a lot, and the black feather clothes were beaten a lot.

It's just that this is the only fun he had in this Wanbao Building before.

Reading books and exercises is useless, and Gonzo is very far away from him, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to get out of Dragon City in his life.

On the contrary, these good-tasting fruits are his only goal when he comes to Wanbaolou on weekdays.

But even if some ordinary fruits can be placed here by the black family, they are naturally a little supernatural, at least they are things that can be used in medicine.

If it is an auxiliary medicinal material of the elixir, it is even more remarkable.

It's just that although Nangong Fan is stubborn, he has always maintained a degree, and he eats the first and second layers of spiritual grass, and even if he can go to the third or fourth layer, he will never make trouble.

This is also the reason why the Hei family did not prohibit him from entering Wanbao Building.

"It's good that I haven't gone overboard before. Nangong Fan muttered slightly, otherwise if he wants to verify it now, he will have to go to great lengths, maybe he will have to cry, make trouble and hang himself, but then he can't sneak around.

In the compartment on the left hand side of the fourth floor, the wall is hung with all kinds of spiritual weapons, most of which are swords and swords, which reflect the cold light in the faint light of the oil lamp, making the narrow space of the left hand very bright.

In the compartment on the right, several rows of cabinets against the small wall of the compartment are placed with spiritual grasses, spiritual flowers and various colored fruits that exude a rich fragrance, revealing a strange variety of spiritual light.

On the far right, several rows of bookcases close to the tower wall are orderly placed with ancient books and martial arts, and there are many jade slips neatly displayed.

Nangong Fan didn't even look at the right side, and those spirit fruits that he usually coveted seemed to have no attraction to him at all.

Slowly walked to the left compartment, step by step to the middle of the narrow compartment, shrouded in the cold light around him, his handsome face loomed, and his eyes contained thoughts and memories in the depths of his eyes.

"After picking up a spear, because the spear was a little high, the whole person fell to the stone wall where the spear was placed, and in a panic picked up the spear with one hand, and prepared to support it on the stone wall with the other hand to stabilize the body, but the hand passed through the stone wall and touched a handle, and the rest of the strength turned the handle to pull me in. Nangong Fan's mind came up with all kinds of pictures when he was five years old, and his eyes looked around at the weapons placed against the stone wall.

Leaning against the stone wall, there is only a three-meter-long spear, the barrel of the gun is made of iron bamboo, and the cold iron is the head of the spear, which can only be regarded as a decent spear, and it stands to reason that this gun is not qualified to fall into this layer, and for some reason it has been staying here, and even many people in charge have not felt the slightest abnormality.

The black family is a family in the army, and the gun is naturally the most favorite weapon, this gun is a little more vicissitudes than other spears, and the head of the gun is a little rusty.

Nangong Fan stared at the spear, his eyes fluctuated, and finally condensed firmly, stepped forward, grabbed the spear, and whispered softly in a voice that only he could hear, "It's you." ”

This matter is related to whether he can cultivate or not, whether he can wash away the contempt he has on his back, and it is extremely important to him!

Nangong Fan held the spear in his hand, thinking about his movements when he was five years old, squatted down, and grabbed a piece of masonry and stone that the spear was covering with one hand.

The masonry was just a virtual object, and Nangong Fan's hand easily passed through the masonry and grasped a hard handle.

Nangong Fan breathed a sigh of relief, this kind of ingenious design, he was afraid that a mistake would be a thousand miles away, and the ghost knows if there was only one chance to touch the wall?

Nangong Fan just turned the handle slightly, and a mysterious power came from the handle, enveloping Nangong Fan's squatting body, sweeping away Nangong Fan, and disappearing on the fourth floor strangely.

The spear was also erected in the place where Nangong Fan disappeared, after Nangong Fan disappeared, the spear surged with a trace of strange light, and flew up from the place without the slightest abnormal sound, as if an invisible force was driving it, the spear returned to its original position, if someone looked closely, they would find that it was not bad.

It seems that Nangong Fan has never been here, and everything just now has never happened.

"Ahem. A soft cough came from the quiet fourth floor, and a tall figure in a white robe slowly walked out of the door of the compartment.

The white-robed man had a gourd pinned to his waist, exuding a faint fragrance of wine, carrying an ordinary long sword, holding a simple book in his right hand, his long hair was coiled on his head, and a white cloth belt was tied around him, and the whole person exuded an elegant atmosphere, like a scholar, and like a lonely swordsman.

His eyes were sad, but they were bright, giving people a strange feeling that he could hold up half of the sky, as if all the suffering in the world could not knock down his weak body, and the whole person exuded a fighting spirit that soared into the sky, as if he wanted to compete with the sky.

He stared at the place where Nangong Fan disappeared, stared at the spear that returned to its original place, and gently picked up the wine gourd with his free left hand, and poured two sips into his mouth, the rich aroma of wine permeated the small space.

The white-robed man's eyes flashed with concern, but there was a trace of deep guilt, and a soft voice echoed in this small space, "Ze'er is a little different from before...... Is this the reason why Ze'er can't cultivate? The mysterious space on the fourth floor should be left by the first generation of ancestors, right?"

The slightest ray of sunlight reflected on his handsome face from under the slightly open window, condensing into a beautiful picture.