Later, Yue Huan invited Qiong Yi and the three of them to go to the Vice-Wentang, but Qiong Ye didn't see Su Ye, so he asked casually: "Son-in-law, didn't Su Ye go with you at noon?" Why not there? ”

Yue Huan replied: "Brother Su followed the elders to seal Cangyu into the Sui Zhu Pavilion, and he said, if the three of you go to the Wentang, he won't go." I led the way for you, and my father said that if there is a book you like, a few guests can take it away by simply registering the number of the disciple on duty. ”

"Sect Master Yue is so generous." Qiong also sighed: "Then I have thanked the sect master here, and I also thank my son-in-law." ”

"No need to be polite." Yue Huan raised his hand: "Three, please." ”

Yue Huan led the three of them to a long way out of the courtyard, the banyan trees on the side of the road were tall and dense, the branches were staggered, the canopy was like a mountain, and above the canopy, two tall buildings side by side in the distance could be faintly seen, silent in the dim twilight. Yue Huan said, that is the Tibetan hall and the auxiliary hall.

When he got closer, Qiong Yi saw clearly that the Tibetan hall shaped like a pagoda was full of mahogany, built solemnly and quaintly, not luxurious, the plaque inscription was majestic and powerful, there was obviously a magic circle on the periphery, and there were more disciples in door clothes to patrol and guard, Yue Huan explained: "This is the Tibetan hall, only the elders, the hall master and the upper can enter on weekdays, ordinary disciples are not qualified to enter, even I am not convenient to enter." ”

Adjacent to the Tibetan hall is a very large building, three or four stories high, with an entrance outside, and a disciple on duty sitting at the door, which is the sub-hall.

Yue Huan stopped in front of the door: "It's here." ”

The house was silent, the indoor stone steps went up, the ground was quite high, in order to prevent the books from getting damp, a few people went all the way up, Yue Huan took out three palm-sized night pearls from the storage cabinet on duty, and handed them one by one: "Miss Lu, Brother Sheng, Yan Gongzi." I will not accompany you into the meditation book, but if you choose well, return the lighting beads here and tell this junior disciple. ”

The disciple on duty didn't make a sound, just nodded.

The three of them whispered their thanks, and walked towards the Wentang with the Night Pearl in hand.

Before the bookcase, the porcelain lamp hanging on the wall can be vaguely seen, the candle flame is beating, and behind the storecase area, the candlelight is replaced by the night pearl, all illuminated by pearl light.

There were not only the three of them in the hall, but also scattered disciples of the Beishan clan, who were flipping through the bookcases and reading at night. Qiong also held the cold beads and shuttled between the countless books, looking for records about Xirong Kunzhai according to the type of books in the collection, Yan Tingshenben and the two of them lined up one after the other, perhaps because they saw the books they were interested in, and gradually separated from the two, and did not know where to go.

Qiong also said in advance that she would meet in the hall, and she didn't pay attention to where Yan Tingshen went, she and Sheng Xuan rummaged through cabinets one after another, but they didn't find it on the first floor of the Library, and came to the second floor with the Night Pearl.

There are almost no Beishan disciples on the second floor, and most of the night pearls on the wall are missing, and the interior is even darker and cramped, but fortunately, their eyesight is enough, and in another round of searching, Qiong also had to go to the third floor of the Wentang.

The three floors were pitch black, probably some scriptures and classics that the disciples didn't use at all on weekdays, a thin layer of ash fell on the bookcase, and on the huge floor, there were only two night pearls faint light, here, they finally found what they wanted.

"Found it."

Qiong also stuffed the lighting bead into Sheng Xuanyan's hand, half-bent down and took out a book from the cabinet, and the sign on the side of the book clearly stated two words: Xirong. Listed with this book, almost all of them are Xirong-related records, Qiong also opened this almost brand new volume, the handwriting copied in it is beautiful, it is indeed a copy, Sheng Xuanyan put the night pearl in front of the volume, the cold light reflects every word, Qiong Yi hastily read it, but the content disappointed her, sighed and murmured: "...... I've already read these in the library of Yinyuyuan, and there are no other historical records and miscellaneous theories? ”

Sheng Xuanren glanced at the page of the book and looked at it roughly: "Is it the unification of the Western Desert?" ”

"Hmm." Qiong also said lightly: "Twenty-three years ago, the Kunzhai clan unified the western territory. ”

She added, "But there are too few records of this tribe. ”

Sheng Xuan's resentful gaze stayed on a column of handwriting, "Qiong Yi, ...... here" He pointed out, "Look." ”

It was a description of a war, a few words, and it was something she didn't care about.

"Why was Kun Zhai able to defeat the 50,000 army of the Geer clan with 5,000 elite soldiers?" Sheng Xuan asked resentfully, and Qiong Yi only then thought about such an incorrect number, and guessed: "Is it a surprise attack?" If you don't fight head-on, you might be able to ......"

"But the rest of the tribes, Lan Wu and Dan Chin, have recorded their strength." Sheng Xuan's fingers pointed out the sentence, which completely summarized Kun Zhai's sweeping the vast western land like a divine soldier, against the 100,000 army of Shanglanwu, the 30,000 elite iron cavalry of Danqin, and the 80,000 strong soldiers, they were like bamboos, and they were victorious in battles, and the five thousand elite soldiers seemed to be invincible, which was really too bizarre.

Joan also couldn't figure it out, her back was inexplicably a little chilly, and she muttered to herself: "Yes, it's strange......"

She bit her lower lip and suddenly sighed, "They don't look like people." ”

As soon as these words came out, more nonsensical thoughts burst out of her mind: "Sheng Xuan, you said, if these five thousand elite soldiers are five thousand monks, is it very understandable?" ”

Sheng Xuan was stunned, and the hand holding the night pearl was a little stiff: "...... Right. ”

5,000 monks......

There are not yet 5,000 monks with a complete foundation among the five clans, why can the small Kunzhai clan have 5,000 strength to approach the monks' manpower?

Weird.

It's weird.

Qiong also shrunk back, put the scroll in her hand back to its place, and continued to look for what she wanted to know the most, about the "Kun Zhai" tribe.

"Sheng Xuan." Qiong Yi's hand paused in front of a scroll: "At this time, I can't figure out my own thoughts. ”

On the signature plate of the book, the word "Kun Zhai" is engraved.

I've been searching, I've been wanting to know.

Rongjiang is in turmoil, but he is very likely to be a person of a different race, but he can be a disciple of the five races.

It's already contradictory.

Sheng Xuanyan took out the book half-tilted, overlapping it with her hand, as if to say, don't worry.

Joan also took a deep breath, took out the scroll from the cabinet, opened the first page of the line cover, and a column of words came into view, still a copy of the copy copied by others, and even the transcript of the original work was also copied, and the content of the book was mixed, including autobiography and actual records.

The first sentence said: Yu has been in the west for several years, and he has survived difficult things, so he left a book to describe it.

The author of the book spent more than several years in the Western Desert and went through many hardships, but survived and wrote this book after returning to Middle-earth. The two read later: Kun Zhai, originated from the rebel branch of Qi Rushan, the main family is harmonious, leaving the appearance of Tianxue, which is the same as Rong Duo, and he is good at Gu and is not fine......

"The Kunzhai clan is a rebel branch on Qiru Mountain?" Joan also read and chattered.

"Qiru is a high mountain in the Gobi of the Western Desert, and there is a river beach oasis at the foot of the mountain, which is suitable as a tribal station, and it may be the origin of most clans." Sheng Xuanyan explained.

Similar to the customs of most Western Desert tribes, Kun Zhai also practiced Gu, but he was not proficient in it, and they seemed to believe that Gu art was learned by lowly people and could not be seen.

"Completely opposite what we originally knew......"

Kun Zhai has the custom of tattoos, slaves are tattooed, the common people are breasts, and the nobles are on the back.

Reading this, Sheng Xuan thought to himself: I remember that the Rong man named Dorna also said that Kun Zhai's noble status will leave a tattoo on his back.

With Qi Ru's snow lotus as the reluctance, so Suhe is in the back.

What kind of "Su He's" will tattoo the lotus pattern on the back, Qiong also turned the page back, and said in his heart: It's a pity that the tattoo on my shoulder has been completely removed, and I can't see what it was at all.

Later, what the two read was mainly described by Kun Zhai.

In the twelfth year of Tianmao, Kun Zhai wiped out the Geer clan.

In the thirteenth year of Tianmao, Kun Zhai destroyed Lanwu, the Danqin two clans, and the Wuwang Suhe clan unified the western border.

In the fifteenth year of Tianmao, King Wu died, and his eldest son succeeded to the throne.

In the twentieth year of Tianmao, King Rong rebelled against the tribes in the western realm, died in a chaotic battle, and his sister was called the king, the first queen of the western land.

……

The two quickly finished the book, the book only recorded that in the twenty-seventh year of Tianmao, a large-scale outbreak of epidemic in the West, the cause is unknown, the author of this book is also infected, after several lives and deaths, fortunately recovered, left the Western Desert, returned to Middle-earth, and wrote this short book.

He also said on the last page: The only book in the world, only this volume.

Next to it is the copyist's small print: Copy the whole text now, non-exclusive and unique, one more volume than one volume.

Sheng Xuanren took a closer look at the symptoms of the epidemic: his eyelids were black, his palms were red, half of his body was paralyzed, he coughed with cold at first, and then his whole body turned purple......

Qiong only thought that it was not a clue about Kun Zhai and did not pay attention.

"Suhe's ......" she whispered to herself: "The appearance of 'Tianxue' mentioned at the beginning was not written in the follow-up, which is a pity." ”

"I probably haven't seen it with my own eyes, this surname is the surname of Wang, and ordinary people can't see it." Sheng Xuan looked at Qiong Yi's purple glass-like eyes resentfully: "What do you think?" ”

"Literally, it's either skin color or hair color." Joan also speculated: "It should be hair color, it is not rare to have a white complexion, but there are very few people born with crane hair." ”

Sheng Xuanren felt that there was some truth in this inference, and nodded.

The two of them looked through the bookcases for a long time, and learned that the stations and customs of the various ethnic groups in Xirong, such as the exterminated Geer clan and Lanwu, did not have the custom of tattooing, but used it as a punishment. Qiong also wrote down the Suhe clan of the Kunzhai clan, and said in her heart that she had any connection with them nine times out of ten.

In addition to the written biographies, there are even Western languages, and there are maps that are not only complete in the bookcase.

"These, it's hard to find in the real world...... Qiong also knew that she couldn't take too many books out of the sub-Wentang, so she could only choose the necessary ones as much as possible, and the rest could only be memorized silently in her heart, she chose two books, one was Kun Zhai language, and the other was the terrain and features of the Western Desert.

Sheng Xuan resented that she had already made up her mind, and asked, "Qiong Yi, are you planning to go to the Western Desert by yourself?" ”

"Yes." Qiong didn't hide anything from him: "I want to find out these things, the location of the scar on my shoulder, you know, I am probably not an abandoned baby of an ordinary Kun Zhai family, I have a map to be around, and then communicate with the Rong people, it is not difficult to ask what happened." ”

"You've already guessed it, but it's just the final verification."

Joan also lowered her eyes: "...... Oh, yes. ”

"If you are really a Kunzhai person, you are an important person for them." Sheng Xuan lowered his tone: "It's a relative, it's a member of the Suhe clan, what do you want?" ”

Joan was dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"Qiong Yi, don't forget, now Rongjiang has reached the level of sending troops to suppress it."

"I know." She said, "I know all of this. ”

She asked him: "Are you afraid that my father and mother are important people in Kun Zhai, and you are afraid that I will never go back and stay in the Western Desert?" ”

Sheng Xuanyan looked away slightly, and only said after a long time: "Yes." ”

His face was a little hazy under the faint light of the Night Pearl, and his eyes were shining, "Qiong Yi, you actually ...... You don't have to stick to the past, even without the upbringing of your parents, you have grown up safely to the age you are now. If you are abandoned, then you are only a blood relationship with them, and you should let go. If they didn't mean to abandon you, something really happened. ”

He said slowly: "Time has passed, more than ten years have passed, and now, you are your master's disciple, a member of the Lu family, Qiong Yi, and my fiancée, these are more important, right?" ”

Qiong also pursed her lips and smiled bitterly: "Yes......"

"Don't take any chances, okay?" Sheng Xuan resented her shoulder, "I don't want you to be in a dilemma between the five clans and Kun Zhai after you know the result." ”

He went to take the scroll in her hand, but Joan kept it and didn't let him take it.

"Joan Yi!"

"The author has something to say: Tianmao xx year is my flow chronology, private, a hundred years of a year name, because it is an overhead text, the AD calendar year is written very awkwardly, and there is no emperor or anything, so I can only make up orz like this."