The young man suppressed the doubts in his heart and walked towards the book pavilion with Qian Yu. As they approached, the Book Pavilion became taller and taller, more than several times larger than those of the Hanshan Ancient Clan.

Inside the door of the library, there was an old man who was sitting on a chaise longue with his eyes closed. When he heard someone walk in, he opened his eyes. The old man's eyes were clear and bright, and did not correspond to his revealing age.

"It's Qianyu, you're here to read the classics again?" the old man laughed.

"I'm here with him," Qian Yu pointed to the young man beside him.

"Which person did you rescue?" the old man's eyes flickered, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"Well, Uncle Feng has agreed. Grandpa Mo, let us in," Qian Yu said as she shook the old man's recliner.

"Okay, I'll let you in, girl, don't shake it, my old bones are about to be shaken apart by you" The old man hurriedly begged for mercy. The actions and words of the two made the young man a little unbearable.

"Don't laugh" The old man scolded the young man, and said, "Although Elder Feng has agreed to let you enter the Book Pavilion, you can only read on the first floor, not the second floor."

"Mo Gong rest assured, I just know a little about the customs and customs of Huozhou" The young man bowed and expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you, Grandpa Mo," Qian Yu showed a sly look. The two of them quickly walked to the many bookshelves and began to flip through them.

The old man smiled bitterly, and then said to himself: "This young man's physical strength is so strong, he put Xiao Ye in three or two clicks." It's okay, let those boys suffer a little, knowing that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."

"The collection of books here is really rich, much more than in our tribe, and this is the first floor, and there are three more floors," the boy muttered to himself. There are many books and ancient books on the shelves, and the forms of records are different, some are silk, some are bone fragments, and there are stones, etc., and even in the end, the boy also found that in the center of the first layer, there is also a bronze tripod.

Bronze tripod, three-legged and two-eared, round abdomen, contains mysteries. The young man carefully found that there was also an ant-sized text engraved on the big ding.

"This is Zhong Dingwen!" the boy exclaimed.

"What is Zhong Dingwen?" asked Qian Yu with some curiosity.

"Zhong Dingwen is also a kind of writing, but it does record a method that allows ordinary people to have divine power!!" the young man studied carefully. Qian Yu showed a surprised expression on the side.

After a while, the young man muttered, "No wonder this Ding is placed here, it turns out that there is no cultivation method on it, but a secret realm is elaborated."

"Blood Transformation Secret Realm, cleanse the body and blood impurities, so that the body can be pure and unblemished" The young man sighed, and said in his heart: "There should be a cultivation method on the second floor of the Blood Transformation Secret Realm, but unfortunately the purpose of my coming here is not this, and I also promised Mo Gong not to go up to the second floor."

The boy didn't want to make it difficult for Qianyu, so he stopped staying in front of this big ding, and began to wander in front of various bookshelves, looking for what he wanted. However, there are many books and ancient books here, and teenagers cannot find them at once.

For the next few days, the boy spent almost all of his time in the library. He carefully flipped through any of the classics, and did not miss the slightest! Qianyu stayed by his side, reading books with her, and going to talk to Mo Gong from time to time.

Time passed slowly, and half a month passed in a flash. Unconsciously, the boy came to Huozhou, and it has been almost a month.

The boy looked at the stars in the night sky and muttered, "It's almost winter in the tribe!"

At the foot of the Cold Mountain, in the ancient tribes. The old man sat cross-legged, and in front of him was a burning flame that rose and burned a turtle shell.

There was a soft sound on the turtle's shell. The old man took out the turtle shell and carefully observed and interpreted it.

"Earthquake and Xun are wood, and kan is water. The wood and water are similar, which means that Xiao Nan's life is not in danger, and there is still a chance, Alan, you can rest assured" The old man smiled at the end of the day. Beside the old man, a middle-aged woman also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness. Xiao Nan, where are you, are you hungry?" muttered Alain's mother with her hands folded. Although he knew that the boy's life was not in danger, he began to worry about the boy's food and clothing. Suddenly, the sky began to shine a little bit like pure white petals.

"It's snowing, winter is coming," the old man whispered

"This should be the last one!" the young man greeted Mo Gong, came to the bookshelf, and opened a scroll of silk. On the silk, the small characters are as dense as ants. Soon the boy was caught up in the silk, and he didn't even know that Qianyu was coming.

This is a volume of travelogue, which not only records the customs of Huozhou, but also the customs of several neighboring states. The writer of the travelogue was a man named Han Yu! It didn't take long for the boy to write down the travelogue completely and get out of his state.

"You're here, I'm too focused, I'm sorry" The young man apologized, Qianyu waited so long.

"It's okay, I'm also reading" Qian Yu shook the booklet in his hand.

"Do you know Han Yu?" the boy asked Qian Yu.

"Are you talking about Uncle Han Jiu?" Qian Yu took the volume of travelogue in the young man's hand, flipped through it and said: "Uncle Han Jiu likes to travel, and often traveled to other states when he was young, so he left this volume of travelogue"

"However, since Uncle Han Jiu went out to travel ten years ago, he has never returned. Some people speculate that Uncle Han Jiu has died in the outer regions" Speaking of this, Qian Yu's eyes darkened.

"Don't worry, Uncle Han Jiu won't die easily. Look at me, isn't it okay to be exiled from Shizhou to Huozhou?" the young man comforted.

"Hmm" Qianyu nodded, recovering a little.

"Let's go, let's go back" The boy pinched Qianyu's nose.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" asked Qianyu.

"It's almost there, and it's a loss to Uncle Han Jiu's travelogue," the young man smiled. The two said goodbye to Mo Gong, turned around and walked out of the library.

"Which teenager has such a strong memory, in just over half a month, he actually finished reading all the books and ancient books on the first floor" Mo Gong leaned on the recliner and watched the two teenagers leave.

"I've finished reading the books on the first floor, and because of which volume of travelogues, I can roughly deduce a way back" The young man thought silently in his heart, and said to himself, "It's time to go back!"

The young man looked at Qianyu beside him, but he didn't know how to tell her. After all, last time, she was so excited, and the teenager didn't know how to deal with the situation. The boy decided to hold it down for the time being and wait two days before telling her.

Qianyu took the boy around to play, and he didn't know what the boy was thinking. Huozhou is not as desolate as Shizhou, there are ethnic groups everywhere, and the population is large. Therefore, in order to facilitate the exchange of resources, even cities were built. Qianyu's clan is one of the major clans in the city.

The boy saw the castle for the first time, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. It is said to be a city, but in fact it is just a huge gathering point, surrounded by huge boulders. The boy and Qianyu walked among the dense houses in the city, looking left and right.

The city is populated by a large number of people, trading the resources they need. All kinds of shouts and buying and selling sounds came into the ears of the two of them.