"Da Da Da!" The sound of slow and heavy footsteps approached, coming from top to bottom, Qin Bufan looked up at the right building.

An old woman with silver hair, stepping on trembling steps, walked down slowly, holding a dragon's head cane in her hand, and wearing a gray linen dress.

Looking at this old woman, a rotten breath came to her face, the old and shriveled skin, like the dry bark of the old tree, the half-bald head with a few sparse hairs, the face was crawling with dark spots, half cut into the soil.

The old woman went down the stairs and looked up at the door, the sunlight like broken gold added a touch of color to his cloudy eyes.

She quickened her pace, rushed to the door like the wind, leaned over, bathed in the sun, enjoying the warmth of the light of the person, and couldn't help but sink lightly.

"The old woman hasn't been in the sun for too long, stay a little longer, you two are here to choose the exercises?" After a long time, the old woman spoke, with endless nostalgia on her face.

"Yes, if the mother-in-law likes it, it doesn't hurt to bask in the sun for a while, boys can wait!" Qin Bufan said, looking respectful and modest.

"You kid, it's quite like the stubborn girl back then, after all these years, I don't want to come back to see the old woman. The old woman glanced at Qin Bufan, and suddenly muttered, with a hint of complaint in her words, but more helplessly.

"Hey, this man is old! he likes to talk about old things, and the boy will take out your brand!" the old woman was talking from east to west, and suddenly the conversation changed and moved to business.

"Yes!" Qin Bufan responded, holding the cards in both hands and handing them over.

The old woman took the card, her fingers lightly swiped the card, the card was like a water mirror, a string of ripples, and several handwriting composed of light filaments emerged.

"The outer disciple Qin Bufan and the sect contributed four hundred and fifteen points, reward: the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and a volume of exercises was selected. ”

The old woman took a look, pressed her thumb on the wooden card, the brilliance shattered, and gradually dispersed, as she raised her hand, the brand flew up, and it fell into Qin Bufan's hands accurately, the old woman turned around, took the sign handed by Ji Luo, and looked at it again, pestle the dragon head crutch, walked towards the door, and went up the stairs with a dada, only to come a leisurely sentence, "The elders who guard the pavilion will return from time to time, you wait and choose on the first floor." ”

When Qin Bufan heard this, he was surprised in his heart, "Who is this old woman?"

"Brother Qin, what do you want, why don't you hurry up and see if there are any good things!" Ji Luo pushed Qin Bufan, and said excitedly, looking at the scrolls of Daozang, his eyes were slightly red.

"What Brother Ji said is, let's see what good things are there first. Qin Bufan shook his head slightly, not thinking about the old woman, he walked straight to a shelf, picked up a book, the surface of the book was slightly yellow, it seemed to be some years old, and its cover said "Fire Sword".

"The Flame Sword, it looks like it's a technique!" he said, opening the book and flipping through it.

Changchun Gong,

Dancing Sky Sword

Heavenly Eye Swordsmanship、、、

Remembering the celestial phenomena

Mu Dun Heart Sutra、、、

In the blink of an eye, the sun was falling, and except for a red sun hanging on the horizon and refusing to leave, the day had begun to fall twilight.

Qin Bufan read many scriptures, but none of them liked it, and his own exercises were inherited from the gods and demons refining body of the Pangu Dao Tibetan scroll, and he read through the Taihao Dao chapter to comprehend the eight pole steps.

In this way, even if there are 3,000 scrolls, there is not one that may be in sight.

You put down the scroll in your hand, through the doors and windows, forgetting the red sun sinking in the west on the horizon, the sigher waved his hand away, and when he turned around, there was a worn-out scroll of scriptures at the foot of the shelf, lying quietly.

Qin Bufan stepped forward, picked up the scroll, found a vacant seat, placed it, and was about to turn around, when he suddenly skimmed a few big characters on the scroll - Big Dipper Star Array.

"Big Dipper Star Array?" Qin Bufan said, a smile rising from the corner of his mouth, picking up the fragment and striding away like a meteor.

"Big Dipper Star Array, are you sure you want to choose this?" At the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, behind a desk, a little old man who looked about fifty or sixty years old looked at Qin Bufan with a stunned face, and opened his mouth to ask.

"That's it!" Qin Bufan replied respectfully.

This old man doesn't seem to have a trace of immortal power fluctuations around his body, just like an ordinary person, but Qin Bufan will not be so short-lived, what a confidential place the Sect Scripture Pavilion is, it is the place where the sect inherits, how can those who can abide by the Scripture Pavilion be ordinary mortals?

Such a strong person shows some respect in front of him, but it is also reasonable.

"It's really not changing?" the old man said in a deep voice, his voice suddenly cold, and his complexion plummeted by three points.

"No!" Qin Bufan said lightly, this time there was less respect on his face and more firmness.

How can a person change his will?

If that's the case, how dare you face the majestic dynasty of Great Qin in the future?

"Okay! Mentally tough, not afraid of verbal coercion, as always, you kid is not bad!" the old man admired in his heart, but his face was still gloomy, and he said with a cold gaze, "In that case, you can take it! Remember, return the scroll in seven days!"

The old man threw the scripture to Qin Bufan, and ran it away like a fly!

Out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Qin Bufan evoked Ji Luo, who had been waiting for a long time, and the two talked and stepped onto the cyan stone platform, the green mang moved, and the next moment, there was no trace on the cyan stone platform.

"Alas!"

Under the night, there was a sigh in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, with a thick helplessness, the old man who guarded the pavilion put his hands behind his back, slowly paced out of the attic, looking at the cyan stone platform in a daze.

"The qualifications are indeed excellent, and the mind is also firm, if this young man does not die early, he will become a great weapon in the future!"

Your Excellency, an older voice sounded, and behind the old man, there was an old woman with a dragon's head and a cane.

"Uncle Shi, don't you look up to him so highly, don't you take a fancy to this kid and want to take it as a mantle?" the old man turned around and said with a hippie smile when he heard this.

"I'm humming, I think you're pretty much the same!" the old woman snorted coldly.

When the old man heard this, the smile on his face stopped abruptly, and then showed a look of pain and remorse, and after a long time, he sighed sadly, "I'm not worthy!"

The old man said and left slowly, the old woman behind him squinted at the old man's back, lifted the dragon's head crutch, and slammed it on the ground, the ground was undamaged, but the whole humble peak trembled fiercely.

The old woman said coldly, "Gongmenfang, after all these years, why are you still so unbearable, if it weren't for the senior brother, I would leave you as a disciple to reincarnate, and the old man would slap you to death if he said anything!"

"Uncle Shi, I'm guilty、、、"

The old man's body trembled, and his raised footsteps hung in the air for a long time, but he didn't fall again, and turned around to look at the old woman and shouted.

"It's been more than ten years, and today I was aroused by this young man again, can you still sleep at night?" asked the old woman aggressively.

"I can't sleep at night!" the public knelt down suddenly, tears streaming down his face.

"After all these years, I don't know if that girl is doing well!" the old woman said to herself, suddenly paused, turned to stare into the distance, and after a long time, she spoke again, "It shouldn't be okay, after all, it's not that kid!"

"Go, get them back, they are both good boys, I won't blame you, you have also lived a lot of years, take out a little bit of the responsibility of being a master! This knot is time to untie!" The old woman stepped forward to help the public door up, and said with a pleasant face, her eyes were gentle like a mother.