Fang Fan didn't have any intention of staying on the first floor for a long time, avoiding a few players who passed by, so he rushed straight up to the second floor, and the second floor of the trading news was his destination. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

From the stairs up, the second floor is very delicately arranged, but also very simple, around the wall, a circle is made of willow sandalwood wooden cabinets, in the wooden cabinets are piled up of willow sandalwood tubes, the wooden cylinders are very small, and the thickness of fingers.

Willow sandalwood not only does not rot for thousands of years, but also prevents insect damage, so the parchment roll used to store the record message is the best.

In the center of the room, there is a blue bamboo and wood counter, and on the counter there is only an incense burner burning incense, and nothing else.

This room is empty, and now that the game is in the middle of play, the player's dependence on the game store is already very small, and it is better to buy things in the Treasure Cabinet than to set up stalls to trade with each other.

Fang Fan walked to the counter, only to find that an old man with gray hair was dozing under the counter, his hand supporting his chin, and a drop of shiny saliva hung on the corner of his mouth, about to drip down.

Knock Knock......

Fang Fan tapped the table lightly.

The old man suddenly came to his senses, his saliva was sucked back by him, and when he saw Fang Fan, his brows furrowed, and he said extremely impatiently: "What's the matter?!"

Fang Fan didn't care about his attitude, he had dealt with the Treasure Pavilion many times, and the Treasure Pavilion was in this tone from top to bottom, Fang Fan was used to it.

"I want to know about the Chaos Soul Sect." Fang Fan said concisely.

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he glanced at Fang Fan deeply, got up and walked to the wooden cabinet, and said to himself, "There is still anyone who knows about the Chaotic Soul Sect now?"

"It's hard to find...... the old man erected a wooden ladder in the corner of the wall, stepped step by step to the top of the wooden cabinet on the left, and searched around.

Fang Fan just looked at the wooden ladder under the old man's feet and was silent, even the ladder had to be made of green bamboo, was it too frustrating to show off his wealth?

"Found it." The old man said suddenly, and retreated step by step, the wooden tube in his hand had accumulated a thick layer of dust, and it was obvious that this wooden tube had not been taken off the wooden cabinet for a long time.

Although the old man said that it was difficult to find, it only took a minute to quickly distinguish the information needed by the buyer from the mountain of wooden tubes, which was not simple, and it was obviously impossible to do it without a brain with a strong memory.

"Three hundred taels of silver." The old man's tone was still cold, he didn't want to say too much to Fang Fan, of course he didn't have a good tone for the person who disturbed his sweet dream.

Fang Fan listened to the price, and couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly, the news is light and heavy, and the price is naturally divided into high and low, the lowest is only ten taels of silver, and the highest is no standard, and even a thousand taels of gold is not impossible.

I thought it was only a few dozen taels of silver, and at most it was only a hundred taels, but I didn't expect that there were as many as three hundred taels, Fang Fan painfully deducted three hundred taels of silver from his backpack, and the pocket was empty, and there were only two or three copper coins left.

"Hopefully this news won't disappoint." Fang Fan took the dusty wooden cylinder from the old man's hand, and three small words were written on the cylinder - Chaotic Soul Sect.

Pulling out the cork and taking out the parchment roll in the tube, Fang Fan couldn't help but get a little excited, unfolded the parchment roll, which was full of dense small characters, and before he had time to look at it, Fang Fan exhaled a little relaxed, the money was not spent unjustly, and the dry goods on the parchment roll were still very sufficient.

"Put it back when you're done." The old man pointed to the top of the bookcase, and then sat back on the small wooden stool behind the counter, and leaned back on his chin and dozed off.

He wasn't worried that Fang Fan would steal the parchment scroll, because the person who dared to steal from the Treasure Pavilion hadn't been born yet!

There was no place to sit around, so Fang Fan simply sat cross-legged on the ground and carefully examined the sheepskin roll in his hand from top to bottom.

After a cigarette, Fang Fan finished reading the entire parchment scroll, but there was no expression of joy on his face, he sighed in disappointment, the parchment scroll only recorded how powerful the Chaotic Soul Sect was, how it supported justice, and it was full of some praise for merit and virtue, and the hypocrisy of history books.

There was not a word about the origin of the Chaotic Soul Sect and the reason for its demise, but the location was mentioned, but only the two words of the Western Wilderness were written, which was the same as what Fang Fan knew, which was completely equivalent to not saying anything.

The only consolation is that the Chaotic Soul Sect's exercise parchment scroll mentions it slightly, but it only writes that the Chaotic Soul Sect is a sect that is good at illusion, in a word-this money is unjustly spent!

Fang Fan knocked on his forehead angrily, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a person standing behind him, Fang Fan turned his head and found that the dozing old man was standing behind him at some point, looking at him with blazing eyes.

"Something?" Fang Fan asked without humility or arrogance.

"What are you doing with the Chaos Soul Sect?" The old man's gaze seemed to be much clearer.

"When did the Treasure Pavilion stipulate that when you come here to buy news, you have to reveal the purpose of buying news?" Fang Fan said with a smile.

The old man glanced at Fang Fan deeply, then returned to the small wooden stool, and his voice came out through the counter: "Didn't you find what you wanted?"

Fang Fan didn't speak.

The old man said again: "Don't waste your efforts, there were not a few people like you a hundred years ago, but when you come here, you are all disappointed, let alone find the Chaos Soul Sect buried in the yellow sand."

Isn't it strange that the Treasure Pavilion, which claims to be omniscient, actually knows nothing about the Chaos Soul Sect? ”

Fang Fan still didn't reply, but the old man knew that Fang Fan had been listening, he smiled and continued: "That's because when the Chaotic Soul Sect rose, the Five Great Domains were in the era of the Wu Clan's ****, and the Treasure Pavilion was almost destroyed by itself, so how could there be any broken mood to record those pickled things."

So, let's go quickly, practice hard, don't think about what you have or don't have, the exercises of the Chaotic Soul Sect are powerful and terrifying, but they have been buried in that era. ”

"It only took ten years from the beginning of the Wu clan **** to the pacification, even if it perished in the ****, according to your words, the Chaos Soul Sect should be an extremely powerful sect, so the powerful sect should be recorded before the ****.

Although there is information about the Chaotic Soul Sect now, in my opinion, this parchment scroll is no different from a blank piece of paper, there is no actual thing at all, even if the information of the Chaotic Soul Sect is destroyed, it can be compiled back afterwards, right? ”

"Huh?"

The old man poked his head out from behind the counter, like a turtle out of its shell, and said, "You actually know the Wu Clan?"

That was two hundred years ago, aren't you strangers more interested in the Divine Weapon Technique?

When did you become interested in our history? ”

Fang Fan's figure appeared in Fang Fan's mind and said, "I happen to know."

Later, he joked, "You haven't answered my question yet, but I spent money."

The old man was not interested in explaining, Fang Fan's money was only the news on the parchment scroll, at first he kindly reminded Fang Fan, it was also because he had some relationship with the Chaotic Soul Sect that he said a few more words, now after listening to Fang Fan's words, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and said: "Because the existence of the Chaotic Soul Sect is extremely short, it only took ten years from glory to nothing......