Sixty years have passed, and Fang Zhengqing's martial arts have not improved much, but his martial arts knowledge has improved by leaps and bounds.

Over the years, he has been studying various martial arts, and he has read through Taoist and Buddhist classics. However, his martial arts can't break through, and there has always been a force suppressing him in the dark, so he has been in the early stage of innate for so many years.

Fang Zhengqing looked at his bedroom behind him, the palace maids here had changed batch after batch, and the people who had accompanied him at the beginning had also left.

The big and small shuang'er left the personnel together forty years ago, and Jianning left five years later, and Long'er accompanied him the longest, leaving the year before last.

And he himself is leaving now, and he hasn't figured out how to cross for so many years, and this time he decided to go and see a place - the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs.

If you still can't cross this time, then you can only die in this world.

Although Fang Zhengqing is now one hundred and ten years old, leaving the imperial city with his current martial arts still did not alarm anyone.

He had already explored the specific place of the imperial mausoleum, but he had been in peace for so many years, and he had no chance to use the golden sand inside, so he had been letting it go.

In the original book, the aftermath of the fight between Wei Xiaobao and Feng Xifan can shake out a cave, not to mention that Fang Zhengqing directly slapped his palm on the ground.

Fang Zhengqing looked at the cave in front of him, jumped down without hesitation, and landed on the ground steadily, through the light of the ever-bright lamp, Fang Zhengqing walked along the passage and walked forward, he didn't care about the possible flying blades at all.

Fang Zhengqing walked, and suddenly felt the floor tiles sink a little, and knew that he had touched the mechanism, and then he heard the sound of gears turning in the pools on both sides, and then a group of flying blades flew out.

Some of the dismemberments were inserted in the passages on both sides, but more did greet Fang Zhengqing.

Fang Zhengqing looked at the flying blade flying towards his eyes, stretched out his hands to grab the flying blade that flew over, and then the palm of his hand made a sound of gold and iron.

As for the other flying blades, Fang Zhengqing didn't pay attention to them, and the flying blades slashed at him and were directly knocked away.

Fang Zhengqing held the flying blade in his hand, and when he grabbed it, the flying blade was crumpled into a ball like paper.

Fang Zhengqing threw away the iron ball in his hand and left quickly, and for a moment Fang Zhengqing, who was in tatters, looked at the dragon wall in front of him, and the dragon head that began to spit out golden sand, Fang Zhengqing smiled.

He laughed not because he saw the golden sands, but because he clearly felt the things in his head move.

Then Fang Zhengqing saw a golden light emerge from the dragon head relief, and the golden light turned into a golden dragon, flying towards Fang Zhengqing, or rather, it was sucked by what was in Fang Zhengqing's mind.

Then, when he saw that the golden dragon had not yet flown in front of Fang Zhengqing, a cloud of purple qi and golden light appeared in Fang Zhengqing's mind, forming a book.

There are two big fonts on the front of the book, Fang Zhengqing has never seen this kind of font, but when he saw these two words, he actually knew them, Zhou Dian, it was so mysterious. (I originally wanted to write about wen, but then I thought about it and forgot it!) ）

Then Zhou Dian drilled into his mind again, emitting a purple light, enveloping Fang Zhengqing, who couldn't move, and then saw Fang Zhengqing disappear in place, but the purple light did not disappear, but spread towards the surroundings at an extremely slow speed......