Xuanyuan Mansion.

Lu Han had just woken up.

He still looked a little confused......

"There's something wrong with you these days!"

In the lobby, Qin Xuance was wrapped in a snow-white mink fur, and his body coughed twice weakly, looking extremely pale.

"There's something wrong, I've felt it!"

Lu Han nodded, now his face is still a little dark, his cheeks have become narrow and thin, his face has a slightly modified beard, and his eyes are sunken, showing a little majesty and silence, which makes people unable to fully see through it at a glance.

Qin Xuance coughed twice, shook the stove, and asked, "Because the realm has improved too fast, something went wrong?"

Lu Han shook his head silently.

Qin Xuance held the hand of the stove and stopped, slightly puzzled.

"I've been dreaming a lot these days......! If the ascension of the realm causes me to dream a lot, it may be the reason for the realm", Lu Han thought about it and said calmly.

Qin Xuance shook his head and then asked: "Or in front of the Heavenly Xuanguan, the battle was too fierce and hurt your own foundation?" Although you went straight to the peak realm of the Martial King at that time and retreated Chen Julu's army, the damage to the Martial Dao could not be small!"

"What I cultivate is the heart, the state of mind is not damaged, and everything else doesn't matter!"

Lu Han shook his head and said.

Qin Xuance put the hand stove on his lap, crossed his fingers and rotated, gradually fell into deep thought, and then said, "What kind of dream is it?"

"The majestic giant mountain poured by thousands of miles of molten iron is in the shape of a reclining Buddha, and a weeping blood green dragon is suppressed under the giant mountain. In addition, there are ninety-nine eighty-one iron cables, which penetrate the body of the green dragon, and completely nail it under the giant mountain, without the slightest movement!"

Lu Han picked up the teacup, put it down again, and then frowned: "The skin and flesh around Qinglong's body are cracked, and they have not healed for thousands of years. Its blood was everywhere for a hundred miles, but the blood in its own body had already been drained. Skinny and bones, only a huge skeleton remains! It wails and screams day and night, and is in agony!"

In the end, Lu Han wrapped the cloak around his body, and seemed to feel a little cold, "Every time I am in a dream, I feel that I am the green dragon. The blood in the body is drained, and it is suppressed under the ancient mountains, and it cannot be lifted up, nor is it free."

In the hall, Qin Xuance's rotating ten fingers gradually stopped, and asked solemnly, "How long has it been!"

"It's been a long time, actually!"

Lu Han smiled, "Ever since I have a memory, I will repeat this dream. However, in the past, it only happened once a year at most. However, after stepping into the realm of the Martial King, this dream will appear every day, and even the increased amount of soothing incense is useless."

Qin Xuance was silent.

He stroked the hand stove in his hand, repeated the action, and only spoke after a while, "In a few days, after Chen Julu withdraws from the boundary line of the Northern Yan Dynasty, I will deduce it for you!"

Lu Han nodded, and continued: "It shouldn't be a big deal, it's just that I feel a little tired every day!"

Qin Xuance nodded and put the matter aside for the time being.

......

In the Qingtian Martial Mansion, Lin Huang came back for two days.

I don't see you in the city.

Then, Lin Huang went out of the back mountain and headed towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Wufu.

Among the three sects and six mansions of the Taixuan Domain, in terms of today's strength, the Qingtian Martial Mansion is naturally inferior, and it is not as brilliant as it was hundreds of years ago. But if you talk about the background, it is definitely the deepest...... This can be deduced from the size of the Pavilion alone.

It's just that in the past few hundred years, Qingtian Martial Mansion has been empty of the treasure mountain of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but it has not dug up any good things.

Listening to Situ Huang's tomb, Song Changling stayed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for almost half a month, and he was almost stunned.

So Lin Huang came to take a look.

I heard that people who read books sometimes read and read stupidly...... Lin Huang came to see what the fool looked like.

The gatekeeper of the Scripture Pavilion is an old man.

After seeing Lin Huang, he didn't raise his eyelids to let Lin Huang in.

As soon as he stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Lin Huang felt the ancient atmosphere from the pavement, as if the countless ancient books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were spiritual, contaminated with the breath of time......

Lin Huang's eyes swept over the rows of bookshelves, his ears moved slightly, listening to the sounds of martial arts, only to feel that the mixed sounds kept pouring into his ears. Every sound is particularly shocking, like a war drum, like a sword roaring, like a dragon's roar......

Billin Huang used to be in the Scripture Pavilion in the Drifting Snow Palace, but it was too terrifying.

The martial arts here are all excellent.

But the forest is not needed.

After seeing Qin Changsheng again, Lin Huang understood. For thousands of years in the world, there are very few people who can truly compare to Qin Changsheng. And there are very few martial arts in the world that can compare with the world. He wouldn't give up his murderous weapon for the sake of a few good-looking toys.

Subsequently, the forest was desolate and appeared in a remote place in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

In this remote place, there is not a single volume of martial arts.

It is full of ancient books related to the history, geography, culture, etiquette, religion and other related to the mainland.

Ordinary martial arts disciples will only come to this place when their heads are caught by the door.

As for Song Changling......

I'm a person with an abnormal brain.

After more than half a month of reading, a small half of the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has been lifted by Song Changling, and all the ancient books are piled up scattered, forming a small book mountain one after another, and there is no place to put foot in the forest barrenness.

In the middle of the book mountain, Song Changling knelt on the ground, holding several ancient books in his hands, his face was pale and thin, but he was blazing, almost frantically browsing the ancient books in his hands.

Lin Huang picked up a roll of bamboo slips and smashed them on Song Changling's head.

"Who!"

Song Changling was suddenly persecuted, raised his head as if he was facing a great enemy, and after seeing Lin Huang with a pair of bloodshot eyes, he buried his head, and at the same time didn't bother Lin Huang and said: "I'm very busy now, don't bother me, just leave if you're fine...... Hey, you're back!"

Lin Huang smiled helplessly, "This Scripture Pavilion of the Qingtian Martial Mansion has been turned into a garbage dump by you, what are you looking for?"

"You are a puppet, I can't understand you!"

Song Changling didn't bother to pay attention to Lin Huang at all, and replied without raising his head.

Lin Huang was very helpless, squatted down, and snatched the ancient book in Song Changling's hand, "I'm afraid that you will be stupid to read yourself by drilling the horns of the bull with all your mind." In the future, when your second uncle comes back, he can't kill me with one punch again?"

"Don't worry, next time my second uncle comes, he won't touch a single hair of you!"

Song Changling got up and was about to snatch the ancient books in Lin Huang's hands.

"Why?"

Lin Huang flashed Song Changling's body with his teeth and claws, and asked while looking at the ancient books in his hand.

"My Song family was a thousand years ago, but it was a dragon protector...... Well...... Anyway, it won't be no, I said that you are a puppet, and I can't understand you", Song Changling snorted, "Staying here for half a month, it is better than studying for ten years, and I have deduced a lot of earth-shattering secrets!"

"Tell me!"

Forest Wilderness Road.

"I don't have to talk to you......"

Song Changling relentlessly snatched the ancient books in Lin Huang's hands.

Well?

In the pile of books, Lin Huang suddenly hummed. Closing the ancient book, he realized what the general content of the ancient book was, frowned and said:

"The Legend of the Jun Family" ......"

"Are you interested in the Heavenly Punishment Temple?"