The four of them suppressed their deepest excitement, then saluted and walked into the low house.

There were no stone steps, not a tall building, not even a clean house, and if the four of them hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would have thought that the legendary treasure house of Dayu, which stored half of the world's heritage, would be this low, dilapidated and dusty house in the corner of the palace.

Behind the door, there was a little light flickering in the black, like starlight in the thick night, as if the stars had returned to the world.

Bai Jiu did not hesitate, he followed the path, unhurriedly, and slowly walked into the house.

There was no squeaky sound, silky as if the leaves were falling into the water, and a ray of light overflowed from the door, and as Bai Jiu continued to approach, the light overflowed more, gradually becoming a large piece of brightness, shining the slightly frightened expression on his face clearly.

The light that overflowed from the house was white, illuminating his slightly childish face like jade, and his brows were darkened by contrast, like straight ink lines.

Bai Jiu didn't understand, why was the door so bright, there was so much light, why couldn't I see the slightest outside before, could it be that those windows were fake?

He walked into the hut, and his vision widened.

The bright light was dazzling, but soon the whiteness of the eyes dissipated, and an extremely large corridor was revealed.

The height of the corridor is extremely high, and when you look up, you can only see from afar, on the top floor like night, there are scattered bright lights, like stars dotted randomly in the night sky.

The two sides of the corridor are extremely spacious, even a few points wider than Shenwu Avenue, the main road of Yong'an City, and the walls on both sides are inlaid with countless night pearls. Suddenly, a bright, but gradually softened light filled the corridor. You can see that at the end of the corridor, there is a more open space.

The four of them each looked at each other, their expressions were different, but still no one spoke, and they began to walk towards the end of the corridor.

However, when Bai Jiu just took the next step, he was forced to stop.

Because he felt an extremely terrifying aura, that aura came from all parts of the corridor, from every trace of light, that aura was murderous, sacred, bloody, tyrannical, with countless flavors, but with the same essence, that is, powerful, unimaginably powerful.

The mighty breath fell on his shirt, on his brows, into his skin, through his veins, into the depths of his viscera, and only went in an instant.

Bai Jiu couldn't resist this breath at all, he was like the most humble ant in front of this breath, he couldn't react at all, and he couldn't even raise the courage to resist.

That aura circulated inside and outside his body for several weeks, and it didn't cause him any harm, but just this contact made his divine sense begin to become violently unstable, and if it lasted any longer, his sea of consciousness would collapse, and he would be directly crushed into powder by this breath.

Fortunately, this breath did not stay for too long, and when the giant building that was about to touch the ground, it suddenly turned into a wisp of fresh wind, gently and softly left his body, and disappeared.

In just an instant, Bai Jiu's clothes were all wet with sweat.

He turned his head to look at the remaining three, and saw that the same was true for the three.

Mo Kai even showed a fierce face at this moment, as if he had encountered the biggest crisis in this life.

Continuing on, until the end of the corridor, there is an extremely wide open space and several roads leading elsewhere.

In the open center, there is a large screen blocking it, and behind the screen, there is a wider road, and you can see both sides of the road, the wooden shelves are arranged as if there is no end, and on the top of the shelves, all kinds of things, all kinds of things, are dazzling.

Once here, behind the screen, there is a real treasure trove of Dayu.

Tianyu took the first step out, the robe shook slightly, and disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the screen, slowly walking towards the neatly arranged wooden frame.

Then Mo Kai walked out, he seemed to smell something in the air, Mo Kai, who grew up in the forest, his senses were particularly keen, and after a while, he walked towards a place.

Then there was Qingyuan, he seemed to have been prepared, and announced a Buddha horn in a low voice, and then the magnificent Buddha light slowly rose, and a wooden frame in the distance suddenly gave birth to a little induction, Qingyuan's face was happy, and he floated away.

The last one was Bai Jiu, but unlike the three of them, Bai Jiu didn't make any movements, he stood at the end of the corridor, in front of the screen, stunned.

A huge screen with a painting on it.

At this time, a person like Tianyu who cultivates the Dao Sect will not care about how alive the screen painting is. You won't be staying here for a limited time. It's not that a Dao cultivator like Tianyu has an impure Dao heart and is greedy for treasures. In fact, this is human nature, and there is a certain amount of preparation before.

Before entering the Dayu Treasure House, even on the way to go, Bai Jiu was thinking about what he was going to take. Practicing exercises? The sword he was already using. Swordsmanship? Chen Jiaqing Yujian has not yet fully comprehended. Elixir? Your own body, maybe you really don't need it.

Even Bai Jiu thought about bringing something out for Ouyang Luo, but he couldn't think of anything that was suitable.

In the end, this series of thoughts, when Bai Jiu saw the screen in front of him, all dissipated from his mind like a cloud.

There are paintings on the screen, black and white, like yin and yang separating each other. Black is thick ink. On the wide screen, the ups and downs are like mountains, the momentum is as magnificent as the dragon dancing above the nine heavens, and the momentum is like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests. White is white, and the ink dyes the edges, and the white is more and more spacious and magnificent, and there is a faint trend of the river rushing.

The whole screen looks like a high mountain, like a river, a good picture of mountains and rivers.

Bai Jiu had seen this painting, and even he was very familiar with this painting.

On the last night of the night banquet, Bai Jiu wasted Cao and folded his hand, and Wu Qishen was furious, but was stopped by the dean of the Heavenly Selection Academy and a man in flowers. Later, when leaving, the man in the flower dress gave Bai Jiu a landscape painting scroll.

Although Bai Jiu later learned that the man in the flower dress was Mr. Ling Mensan, one of the Seven Bins of Civil and Martial Arts, he still couldn't see any deep meaning from that scroll, just regarded it as a magnificent landscape painting.

And now, when Bai Jiu saw the pictures on this screen, he suddenly thought of a sentence that always circulated in the mouths of those teachers in Qingfeng Temple.

Zhushan must have a deep meaning in doing things.

It turned out that a landscape painting scroll at that time was actually staged here.

Bai Jiu couldn't help but sigh again, the gentlemen of the Lingmen Academy were really abnormal, and the temperament of the entire landscape was carved a little bit like this.

I just don't know which gentleman it is?

But it must not have been done by the cynical-looking Mr. Three.

Thinking of this, Bai Jiu shook his head with a smile, thinking to himself where can he guess like this, people can't be disguised, but the Daozang classics have always been a famous sentence.

That time I got the landscape painting scroll, Bai Jiu looked at it for a day and a night, and after I didn't understand it, I went to do something else. Then in the following time, Bai Jiu watched it many times, and I don't know how many nights he didn't sleep because of it, but he was never able to understand the deep meaning of this landscape painting.

In the end, he gave up, he thought that this was just a painting, and the meaning of Zhushan may be the spirit of the landscape in this landscape painting, from which he told Bai Jiu a truth and a deep meaning.

But this time, seeing the exact same picture on this screen again, Bai Jiu fell into deep contemplation.

Sure enough, any arrangement in Zhushan makes sense.

Thinking of this, Bai Jiu no longer paid attention to anything in the treasure house of Dayu, nor did he take an extra step forward, but sat down in a place where he could clearly see all the pictures of the screen.

If the screen at this time is a book, the mountains and rivers on it are the words in the book. The next thing Bai Jiu had to do was to disassemble the picture in less than three hours, and then put it back together. For example, in a unique book, the words are ligature into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, and paragraphs into chapters, and then thoroughly interpret the book to understand the deep meaning.

There will always be an interesting life in an interesting life, just as there will be magnificence without mountains and rivers in the vast world, where there will be euphemism without grass and trees, and where there will be history and humanity without books.

Read thousands of books, and write like a god.

Walk thousands of miles and break thousands of books.

Bai Jiu once walked hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers, from the distant Xiliang Gobi wasteland, to the majestic Qinling Mountains, to the majestic Tianshui, until the prosperity of Yong'an.

And now Bai Jiu is not walking mountains and rivers, but to understand these mountains and rivers.

Break through this mountain and river avenue.

Of the four people in the Dayu Treasury at this time, Bai Jiu was the only one who did not walk to the dazzling wooden frame, but sat cross-legged at the entrance of the Dayu Treasury.

And Tianyu, Qingyuan, and Mo Kai have already disappeared into the depths of the treasure house, looking for what they want in the largest treasure house in the whole world.

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The moon is in the sky, and the moon is like water.

The young man in armor didn't stand outside the door and waited, when Bai Jiu and the four of them walked into the Dayu Treasure House, his expressionless expression, suddenly became a little more dignified.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sound of slow footsteps on the stone steps in the distance.

In the darkness, a figure slowly walked out of it.

He was dressed in black, with no sword, no armor, and no visible physiognomy, for his face was ghostly and eerie in the darkness.

The man wearing a ghost face who walked out slowly in the dark night was one of the seven bins of civil and martial arts, the remnant sword.

During the holding of the Qianlong Test, the remnant sword has been sitting outside the Yew Garden to prevent any external reasons that may arise and affect the normal conduct of the Qianlong Test. Now that the hidden dragon has been successfully concluded, the list is set to be the top three, Emperor Taizong set up a dinner to invite the top three, and there are some heroes who played a key role in the Qianlong test, including the remnant sword.

It stands to reason that at this time, the remnant sword should be in the Daming Palace, accept the feast of Emperor Taizong, watch the singing and dancing, and drink and talk with colleagues, even if he appears in the palace, he will not be here.

But here he is.

The young man in armor seemed to have expected the appearance of the broken sword, so he was not too surprised, nor did he look at him, but frowned and thought about something.

The remnant sword came to him and saluted, "I've seen senior brother." ”

The young man in armor was none other than the youngest god general in Dayu today, Gu Qingyang.

His Majesty Emperor Yu was personally canonized, one of the Seven Bins of Civil and Military, and the keeper of the Snow Pass on the northern border of Dayu.