"Oh, there are still disciples who are interested in these ancient books?"

Wang Xing turned his head and saw that the person who came was an old man in high spirits. The old man wore a thin robe very casually, and looked at Wang Xing carefully with his hands behind his back.

Wang Xing saluted and said, "The disciple is just curious about these mysterious things, so he has come to check them out. ”

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Hehehe, strange things are really not as interesting as strange treasures. I see that you and I are both curious about mysterious things, so it would be better to come and talk freely in my small courtyard. You know, very few young people are interested in these things. ”

After speaking, the old man's eyes showed a hint of loneliness.

Wang Xing saw that the old man was also amiable, quite like his grandfather back then, so he naturally went there happily. The two of them left the big library, and the disciples on both sides of the simple old man bowed their hands one after another, calling them 'Uncle Lu'.

After the old man took Wang Xing around the martial arts for more than an hour, Wang Xing's eyes lit up.

In front of him was a huge area of rich grass, on which were running white deer. When the fawn saw the old man coming, they all ran over one by one, gathered around the old man, and rubbed his nose against him affectionately.

The old man laughed.

"Could it be that this is the White Dragon Deer Farm in the Wang Clan's Martial Sect?" Wang Xing said in a lost voice.

He had heard from his grandfather that there were many venues in the Wang Clan's Martial Sect, and these venues were generally owned by the most prestigious people in the Martial Sect. Among them, this White Dragon Deer Farm is one of them, and it is the place where the patriarch of the Lu clan in the Wang family's martial arts sect is heard by my grandfather.

In this way, if you can enter here and listen to the other disciples, Uncle Lu must be the current patriarch of the Lu clan. Grandfather also told Wang Xing that this Lu clan is not like other clans, calling the patriarch the patriarch, but Lu Lao.

"Lu Lao, the disciple doesn't know anything, and I hope Lu Lao will bear with me. Wang Xing bowed his hand.

The old man waved his hand lightly and said, "Young man, have you forgotten what you and I said in the big library? However, you young man knows some etiquette, and he is very temperamental to the deer. ”

After speaking, he pointed to a white dragon deer next to him. This white dragon deer kept staring at Wang Xing with dark eyes, slowly trying to get closer to Wang Xing.

"These white dragon deer are quite picky about people. Ordinary people would have spread their hooves and galloped away. It seems that these white dragon deer also agree with the words of the deer old me!hahahaha!"

Wang Xing stretched out his palm and slowly leaned close to a white dragon deer. Instead of running away, the white dragon deer approached Wang Xing very affectionately. He touched the meticulous white hair on the white dragon deer's body with his hand, which was as smooth as fine silk. I touched it down, and there was no trace of touching it on my hand.

After the white dragon deer sniffed with its small black nose, it immediately rubbed Wang Xing's cheek with its hard head, which was very intimate.

"Hahahaha!" Wang Xing was tickled and laughed out loud. The white dragon deer pounced on him, frolicking and playing.

"Alright, let's go. Lu Lao stepped on a white dragon deer and greeted him.

Wang Xing saw that the white dragon deer playing with him had already kicked forward and knelt on the ground, and closed his eyes quietly. He was confused, until the old deer next to him reminded him to sit up, and Wang Xing sat up.

The white dragon deer galloped wildly, and the speed was faster than that of the horse, but Wang Xing, who was sitting on it, felt extremely comfortable, which was more stable than Lao Li, who had driven the carriage for decades.

After running for a while, a tawny house appeared in the distance. The house is made of wood and has three floors, each of which is covered by a large white dragon deer.

In front of the hut is a small garden with wooden tables, chairs and pergolas. Under the pergola, a white figure is squatting in the garden, sorting flowers and plants.

"Granddaughter, look at me and I've brought a guest. Hurry up and get our nectar tea ready. Lu Lao said to the white figure. The white figure turned his head and looked at Lu Lao with a smile, and then his gaze stayed on Wang Xing for a moment, revealing doubts.

The girl looked amazing, with long black and beautiful hair, a small nose, and eyes like a quiet lake, from which Wang Xing could see his face.

"This young man, by the way, what's your name?" Lu Lao forgot that he didn't know Wang Xing's name at this time, and looked apologetic.

"Wang Xing. Wang Xing said simply.

"Oh, Wang Xing. A good name, the sky descends on the Wang, and it will definitely be able to fly into the sky and soar in Kyushu. Lu Lao sighed. The girl had already drifted into the wooden house, and in a short time brought out a few cups of tea.

Wang Xing smelled the fragrant tea of flowers, and suddenly felt a burst of comfort in his heart, and exclaimed: "Good tea!"

"Hehe, this tea is called 'Bitter Heart Tea'. But it's quite exquisite. It was taken from the wilderness of the bitter cold land, soaked for 7749 days to remove the bitterness from it, and then boiled it out by my granddaughter's secret method. It is made by brewing in clear spring water, and it is quite famous in the martial arts. Lu Lao stroked his beard, looking quite proud.

"By the way, you and I taste tea for one thing, and the other thing is my book, but there are quite a lot of ancient treasures recorded, maybe you are quite interested. After speaking, Lu Lao returned to the wooden house.

When he appeared again, he had an extra palm-sized book in his hand and handed it to Wang Xing.

Wang Xing took it in his hand and saw that the leather surface was made of sheepskin, and the leather surface was seriously damaged and could only be formed after a considerable amount of time soaking. He turned the first page of the book, and when he saw the font on it, his heart shook faintly.