When the morning breeze gradually woke up from the book "Hongmeng Orderly", it was already the middle of the night when the sky was full of stars.

The stars shone brightly, and the two Milky Ways intersected overhead in the shape of a cross.

On the earth, the thick snow shone brightly under the moonlight, as if competing with the stars overhead, and the snowflakes that were still fluttering and sprinkling were like elves who only communicated the heavens and the earth were dancing and flying carefree.

Chenfeng looked at the scene in front of him, his mind was at peace, he forgot about hunger, forgot about time, and forgot that he was on the third floor of Yunshan Mountain that no one had set foot on for ten thousand years, and there was no one in the wilderness at all.

After sorting out all the scattered exercise cheats on the three floors on the bookshelf, Chenfeng came to the staircase leading to the fourth floor without hurrying.

Unlike the previous floors, there is a door on the staircase from the third floor to the fourth floor, or a door on the fourth floor of this library.

A dark and clunky door stood in the way, with a circular groove in it, and Morrowind guessed that it was a key, a mechanism, or something.

Reaching out and pressing on the door of unknown material, the palm of his hand felt cold to the touch.

As Morrowind stared at the groove and pondered how to open the door, he pressed his hand on the door with a little force, and the door slowly opened with a screeching sound.

Chenfeng couldn't cry or laugh, it seemed that he was really poisoned by those novels.

Maybe there were a lot of mechanisms here, but no matter how powerful things are, they can't withstand the consumption of time, and the same must be true of the mechanisms here.

Morrowind shook his head, gathered his mind, and slowly stepped into the fourth floor.

There are no bookshelves and no books. With the moonlight, starlight, and snowflakes overhead, the room could barely see.

The reason why I say overhead is because the fourth floor is the top floor of the library, and the top of the room on the fourth floor is actually made of unknown transparent material, and through the gap in the snow overhead, you can see the sky full of stars.

When Morrowind withdrew his gaze from the top of his head, he couldn't help but be startled and almost screamed.

On the dimly lit fourth floor, there is a desk and two chairs. There seemed to be paper and bamboo slips on the desk, but on a chair behind the desk, there was a white and dry skeleton.

I don't know how many years have been dead in the dry bones, all the clothes must have turned to ashes, only the golden ring on the middle finger of the left hand is the only foreign object.

The skeleton put his hands on the table, and his whole body was full of bones and crystal bones, not like he had been killed by weapons or poisons, as if he was sitting naturally.

"The morning breeze of the younger generation, disturbing the purity of the seniors, forgive the sin. ”

After the initial panic, Morrowind immediately calmed down and bowed three times to the dry bones. There was nothing unusual in the room, and Morrowind straightened up and walked to the desk.

Carefully pulling out the gray papers from under the skeletal hand, Morrowind sat on the chair opposite the desk and looked at it seriously.

"In the five hundred and eighty-third year of Qingli, Emperor Shuo hid and Yinggu hidden, and the cloud mountain was about to be broken. The Four Heavenly Kings, the Eight Guards, and the Thousands of Disciples are all the ones whose hearts can be punished. ”

"Strong enemies are around, ghosts are rampant, and the demon clans, elves, and witch clans are retreating, hiding or scattering. Listening to the thunder in a silent place, the building will fall, and the people will panic. ”

"The library pavilion lasted for a long time, and several generations went to succeed each other in person, not collecting useless and useless, with a total of 38,999 volumes. ”

"The Eastern Heavenly King snatched most of the cheats three days ago, and when the Northern Heavenly King heard about it, he took countless captives in the name of not favoring one over the other...... As the director of the library cabinet, he can't protect it in a proper way, and it is difficult to escape the blame for all deaths, and he is the only dead ear, and he will protect the library with the rest of his body spirit and eternal obsession. ”

Morrowind looked at it twice before putting down the paper in his hand. Looking up at the skeleton sitting opposite him again, he couldn't help but feel a little more admiration and regret.

When this person was about to fall apart, he sacrificed his life and did not hesitate to protect this library with his life and avenue.

Through the three pages left by this person, combined with what he had seen in the Hidden Fire Tower before, Morrowind felt that he was gradually uncovering a tragic legend that had been sealed in the dust for nearly 10,000 years.

At the same time, the names of Emperor Shuo and Aunt Ying lingered in my heart.

Of course, what Morrowind regrets the most at the moment is what it says on paper, that the East and North Heavenly Kings and others have taken away a large number of books from here, and it seems that the rest of them are just not looked at.

Putting down the paper, Morrowind's gaze fell on another object on the desk. The bamboo slip is still glowing green after 10,000 years.

The touch is cold and soft, as if touching silk and satin, and what surprises the morning breeze even more is that this cylindrical bamboo slip with a length of more than a foot and a diameter of about five inches is as light as a feather.

Curious, the morning breeze gently spread out the bamboo slips, and you can see the words on it.

"The way to view the sky, the trip to the sky, all the way. The man who lives the heavens and the earth, the rebel of all things, and the thief of all things. Keeping it is not clumsy, making progress is not surplus, and it is ...... to be endless in layers."

The full text is more than 1,000 words in total, obscure, and at first glance, it is only regarded as a book of war, a strategy, and the like, which is talking about the power of heaven and earth.

It is also like a cultivation method, there are many metaphors, few conclusions, most thought-provoking words, although the meridians and acupoints are mentioned, but there are not many.

After reading it, Chenfeng was a little surprised, if it was said that it was a cultivation method, why wasn't it placed on the third layer? Why didn't he explain the specific cultivation method? Could it be that this skeleton was left on his deathbed?

The three-page suicide note that Chenfeng just flipped through, except for the origin of the library pavilion and the history of a few words, nothing else was mentioned, and the origin of the bamboo slips was estimated to be only known to the white bones after the case.

Chenfeng didn't know that the Four Heavenly Kings took turns to loot this library pavilion for the sake of this bamboo slip, so the layer where the secret books of the exercises were hidden would appear on the floor where the bookshelves were mostly empty and the books were messy.

As for why this bamboo slip was not found by the Four Heavenly Kings and the like, and when it was placed here by whom and for what purpose, the answer is that it has disappeared in the long river of time.

The morning breeze was immersed in the words on the bamboo slips, and once again forgot the passage of time. The bright moon hangs high in the sky, the stars are brilliant, the ground is covered in silver, and all the sounds are silent, and the young man in the library sits on the ground with a bamboo slip, quiet and lonely.

"It's interesting, but there are still too many things I don't understand, go back and ask Uncle Lian, Uncle Lian should know, right?" muttered quietly, Chenfeng stood up, rubbed his eyes, and moved his sore neck and legs.

The snow was still falling, as if it would never stop, and the sky was gray without the stars and moon, and the morning breeze guessed that it should be daytime at this moment.

Carefully put the bamboo slips into his arms, and found a few random books on the lower floors, Chenfeng exited the library and hurried back along the way he came.

Approaching the teleportation hall, when Chenfeng was worried about how Lian Chengyu could leave, he raised his eyes and saw a figure standing at the door of the teleportation hall, it was Lian Chengyu.

Even Chengyu saw the morning breeze and said with a smile: "You kid still know to come back?"

"Haha, I've read the book. I've been thinking about Uncle Lian in my heart. ”

Morning Wind laughed, it seemed that this snowless environment also made him a little more cheerful.

"There's still a lot of nonsense, and it seems that I'm still not hungry. Lian Chengyu said this, but in his hand, he gave a piece of dry food to Chenfeng.

"Uncle Lian, there is a library here, and there are a lot of books in it. The ...... on the first floor" said as Chenfeng ate, telling Lian Chengyu the truth about what he saw here, and Lian Chengyu seemed to be full of indifference or knew it for a long time, and was always concentrating on the scenery.

"What does that person look like?" It wasn't until Chenfeng spoke of the fourth-layer skeleton that Lian Chengyu suddenly interjected and asked, his tone urgent.

"I mean, are there any other characteristics?" Lian Chengyu knew that the appearance of a white bone was a little inappropriate, so he hurriedly changed his words.

"Well, that doesn't count. Chenfeng hesitated for a moment, and handed the Phantom Void Ring that he had taken off from the white bone hand to Lian Chengyu.

"Uncle Lian, didn't you say that everyone's Phantom Void Ring can't be opened by others?" Seeing Lian Chengyu close his eyes and concentrate, Chenfeng knew that Lian Chengyu was checking the Phantom Sky Ring, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"You are stupid, this guy has been dead for almost 10,000 years, and it is a magic weapon elixir, and it is estimated that it has all turned to ashes, not to mention his poor trace of divine thoughts. Lian Chengyu smiled after checking it.

For some reason, Chenfeng felt that although Lian Chengyu spoke easily at the moment, and even had a strong mockery and disdain, there was a look in his eyes that Chenfeng had never seen or understood. Is that a divine sadness? or a remembrance?

"Let's go, let's go back first. Lian Chengyu took the lead and walked towards the teleportation hall.

Turning around, Lian Chengyu, who was still laughing a moment ago, burst into tears on his weather-beaten face in an instant, soaking wrinkles like knife carvings.

"Uncle Lian, why does it snow all the time without clouds?" Morning Wind remembered the starry sky last night when it was clear but snowy, and suddenly asked as he walked into the teleportation array.

"There are not many clouds in the rain and snow, and there are not many people in the fight!" Lian Chengyu paused slightly and said with a smile. At last he whispered that it would not be possible if there were too few people! But the voice could only be heard by himself.