Say the update time, 12 o'clock at noon, 7 o'clock in the evening, 2 more every day, continue to thank the brothers and sisters who rewarded, clicked, recommended, and collected, and read the book below........................

Everyone has their own secrets, and every sect has a book collection.

The important place for collecting books is naturally also the secret of the sect, and those who can guard the secret will naturally be respected in the sect.

Covered snow gate was established for thousands of years, the collection of classics in the Wanshu Pavilion is innumerable, among which the treasures and the unique book are invaluable not to mention for the time being, those who have not entered the inner door want to come here to have a glimpse of what it is to see the yellowed paper at such a glance.

But for Sun Deqian, the Supreme Elder who has guarded the Wanshu Pavilion for thirty years, the books in the library are the most inconspicuous furnishings, he is too lazy to clean, too lazy to look through, and there is only one thing he likes to do all day - dozing off.

In recent days, the dust in Wanshuge has been a bit heavy, and he will be woken up every time he dozes off, so he needs someone to do the cleaning chores.

But Wanshu Pavilion is an important place in the sect after all, and it can't be entered at will.

Therefore, Lin Fan became the choice, and the reason was very simple, because he was blind and he couldn't read.

At noon, Lin Fan came to Wanshu Pavilion with a broom and a rag, Sun Deqian did not greet Lin Fan, but simply explained and began to fall asleep again.

Lin Fan also quickly started the cleaning work, but he had to familiarize himself with Wanshu Pavilion first.

The sandalwood in the Wanshu Pavilion was light, and it seemed to have a refreshing effect, Lin Fan put down the broom and rag, and started the first step of work with the broken sword. ’

The pavilion is huge, and the densely carved mahogany bookcases are scattered, sandwiching out a number of pedestrian paths, walking into them, the smell of sandalwood and a faint ink lingers on the tip of the nose, and the taste is peculiar.

Starting from the entrance of the Ten Thousand Book Pavilion, it took Lin Fan a full hour to grasp the layout of the first floor of the Book Pavilion, and also knew where the corners and corners he should focus on cleaning.

When Sun Deqian woke up, Lin Fan had already started cleaning, but he only looked at it a few more times, and he couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Lin Fan's movements are not fast, but his action rate is extremely stable.

He didn't test it with the very broken-looking blind cane, as if he was already very familiar with the place, and even began to climb up and down like a normal person, sweeping the corners.

Sun Deqian even gave birth to the illusion that Lin Fan was not blind at all, which made him look at it with interest, and he was completely sleepy.

Lin Fan didn't seem to notice Sun Deqian's gaze, he was just struggling with the dust in the Wanshu Pavilion, and after another hour, his efforts paid off, and the floor of the Wanshu Pavilion was neat and tidy, and the dust was clean, as if it had been reborn.

Sun Deqian was very satisfied with this, and he had always said neatly: "You are good, add the monthly salary to twenty yuan stones, do it well." ”

When Lin Fan heard this, he immediately showed a smile, and this time it doubled, the immortal master was generous, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, the immortal master." ”

Sun Deqian raised his head and glanced at the attic of Wanshu, and said, "Let's start sweeping up tomorrow." ”

Lin Fan raised his eyes covered with black cloth, naturally he couldn't see anything.

Sun Deqian understood the meaning of Lin Fan's action, and he said, "There are eight floors upstairs. ”

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth were bitter, this Wanshuge was really worthy of the word '10,000', but thinking about twenty yuan stones a month, he would be a little tired.

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At the beginning of the next morning, the wind and snow gradually stopped.

In the courtyard with simple layout, Lin Fan pushed open the door of the hut and rubbed his palms into the courtyard, opened the cellar, took out the pickles pickled in autumn, and began to prepare breakfast.

Obviously, after a year of adaptation, Lin Fan has become familiar with this kind of work, and from time to time he will get ready to walk into the door of the big house and serve breakfast.

Ye Ningshuang, who was only draped in a thin veil, was already waiting at the table, and began to eat as usual after the meal was finished.

In the past year, Ye Ningshuang has still been very busy, but no matter how busy she is, she has not forgotten to continue to do homework and practice for Lin Fan.

And after Ye Ningshuang's careful teaching for a year, Lin Fan has obviously departed from the primary category in terms of theoretical knowledge.

Ye Ningshuang, who took a sip of millet porridge, asked, "What is a supernatural power?"

"Absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth into the body to prepare, you can urge the exercises, urge the divine soldiers, and urge the moves, these are collectively called means, and the most advanced means are supernatural powers. ”

Ye Ningshuang was very satisfied with Lin Fan's answer, although his answer was not as standardized as recorded in the classics, but the reason was understood to understand the meaning, she continued to ask: "Seventy-two swords covered with snow, the last style?"

Lin Fan was just about to speak, and after scratching his head, those advanced sword moves that he couldn't understand now were really difficult to remember, so he honestly stretched out his head.

Ye Ningshuang raised her right hand, clasped her middle finger with her thumb, aimed it at Lin Fan's head, and gave him a "brain collapse", which was obviously a punishment for not answering.

"Bang!" A crisp sound, Lin Fan felt that his head was like a raw melon, he quickly grinned and rubbed it, and said, "Recently, his hand strength has gradually increased." ”

Ye Ningshuang raised her eyebrows: "Vomit the trick?"

"Pure heart and calm breath, hold the yuan and keep a ............"

"Ride the wind. ”

"The body is turned into the wind, and the feet want to ride the dragon............"

"Are there four qi in heaven and earth?"

"Vitality, aura, xuanqi, zhenqi. ”

"What is the Tao?"

"Dao ......" Lin Fan is stuck.

Ye Ningshuang said without hesitation: "Come on." ”

Lin Fan stuck out his head.

"Bang!" A crisp sound sounded, accompanied by Lin Fan's painful sound, and then Ye Ningshuang continued to ask: "The twelve meridians of the human body?"

"Did this teach me?" Lin Fan wondered.

"When you pickled pickles in autumn last year, I muttered next to you. ”

"Does that count?"

"Absolutely. ”

"Boom!" another crunch.

Next, Ye Ningshuang's problem became more and more tricky, and in the big house, in front of the dinner table, a series of "knock knock knock" sounded, like a drum, and like a knock on the door.

Lin Fan rubbed the big bag on his head, but he couldn't see the porcelain bowl containing millet porridge in front of him, as if it was shaking a little because of the crisp sound, overflowing rice grains.

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After the sad breakfast, Lin Fan came to Wanshuge.

Sun Deqian seemed to sit on the carved table at the entrance of the Wanshu Pavilion forever and dozed off. Lin Fan didn't bother him, he climbed to the second floor by himself and started the cleaning work.

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, during which Sun Deqian and Lin Fan had very little communication, and Lin Fan never stayed in Wanshu Pavilion, and left after doing his work, as if he had no attachment to the holy place where countless Xuemen disciples wanted to stay for a while longer.

By the sixth day, Lin Fan's clean-up work had reached the top floor.

The top floor of the Wanshu Pavilion is naturally the most precious classic, and Lin Fan knows this, so he is naturally more careful when plastering.

The cleaning work was carried out until noon, Lin Fan took a dry rag and had already wiped countless books, but the latest book made him stop.

This classic is a little special, the first feeling of starting is very heavy, Lin Fan has never taken such a heavy book in the Ten Thousand Book Pavilion, and what is even more strange is that the tentacles feel a little awkward, there seems to be no text on the cover, but a hard inlay line.

Lin Fan couldn't see what kind of book this was, but he still opened the cover and continued to touch it, and found that every page in the book had some irregular hard lines.

So, he began to wonder, curious about what was recorded in the book, and what were these lines?

This kind of affection was converted into a simple "want to see" in an instant, Lin Fan wanted to see it!

Suddenly, color appeared in his dark eyes, and a dynamic picture passed by in a swift form.

Lin Fan was taken aback by what he saw, and subconsciously stepped back, hitting the bookcase, dozens of books fell from the sky, and smashed on Lin Fan's head without any suspense.

In the past few days, Lin Fan has been turned up with a big bag of Ye Ningshuang bombs of last year's knowledge, and this smash can be described as sprinkling salt on the wound, and he suddenly screamed in pain.

It's just that there is no one in the Wanshu Pavilion, and Sun Deqian's old man is sleeping soundly at noon, so naturally no one pays attention to him.

After screaming, Lin Fan stood up in disdain, put all the books that had fallen back into place, and then wondered if the color in front of him just now was an illusion, and picked up the unusually heavy book again.

He stared again, wanted to see again, and then there was no then, nothing was born.

Lin Fan frowned, it had been pitch black in front of him for a year, and the color that suddenly appeared could not be an illusion, but what was it if it wasn't an illusion?

Lin Fan couldn't find any reason, he could only think that it was an illusion, this was an illusion, in order to convince his restless heart that wanted to see the light again.

The next time was as usual, Lin Fan finished cleaning the ninth floor of Wanshu Pavilion, and then returned to the small courtyard to prepare dinner.

After a night of silence, Lin Fan came to Wanshu Pavilion again the next day, today he was supposed to clean on the first floor, but he couldn't help but want to go to the ninth floor to see, to see the book.

So, he went up to the ninth floor of the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion again and easily found the book.

It was still as heavy as yesterday, Lin Fan turned the first page, and suddenly the colors gathered in front of his eyes again, like a slide flying by.

This time Lin Fan was not frightened, but his face was still pale, and his lips trembled—this was his habitual expression when he was excited.

In the picture in front of him, there was a mahogany bookcase that seemed to be embedded in the wall, and Lin Fan saw at a glance a book in the center, called "The Theory of Spiritual Roots".

The book began to be read, put back, and occasionally there would be a gap when the books on the shelves would be dusted, and then someone would come to clean them, someone would pass by, and no one would pick them up.

Lin Fan didn't know why this picture appeared in front of his eyes, but he had the ability to look at a process carefully, so he wanted to see the contents of the book when it was opened.

The picture rewinds, and a man dressed in white appears in front of the bookshelf, he opens the book, carefully looks at the hard lines on the page, and falls into deep thought.

At the same time, Lin Fan also fell into deep thought, he already understood what he saw.

He saw the ten years of the book! And he had the ability to look at a quarter of an hour at any time in the past ten years!

It's just that although Lin Fan has become clear, the picture in front of him has not stopped.

In front of the bookshelf, next to sandalwood, a man dressed in snow was concentrating on flipping through the "Theory of Spiritual Roots", and a flickering voice came from behind.

"The Spiritual Root Theory is nothing but a book of arrogance written by arrogant people, so why should you be obsessed with it?"

The man turned his head, and Lin Fan saw his face clearly, it was a face full of doubts but angular face, but Lin Fan still couldn't see who was making the sound.

When he saw it, his cheeks were pale at the same time as the man in white in his eyes.

A hand full of black hair was the first to poke out, and this hand had only three fingers, which were extraordinarily thick, and the nails were extremely long, somewhat reflective, and they were as sharp as a knife.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan never dreamed of something in his life.

The inhuman hand easily passed through the chest of the man in white, and crimson blood flowed down the wound, staining the white clothes. The blood gathered into a pool at the man's feet in the blink of an eye, and his body began to tilt, but he raised his eyes, and his eyes were full of disbelief, in front of him was not a human, but a demon!

There is a demon in the snow-covered door!

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