Bai Xiu'an was impressed by Di Yunfeng, and after some consideration, he finally decided to include Di Yunfeng as an outer disciple of Hanfeng Hall.

In fact, there are no more congregations in Hanfeng Hall. After the news of Huang Cong's death spread to Yangmen, Han Fengtang was adapted as a whole, and what he was afraid of was Huang Chen's crime of being angry and sitting. But no one expected that Huang Chen would be assassinated on the night of his visit to Yangmen, and Bai Xiuan naturally returned to Yangmen, but he and Huang Chen's deaths were always next to each other, and it was impossible for Hanfeng Hall to be rebuilt on the cusp, so the whole hall would be so empty and lonely.

It was night, Di Yunfeng was lying on the roof looking at the stars.

The frost is Beidou, and the cold air rushes to the cow. The winter moon seems to be wounded, miserable and white, and the moonlight is not as gentle as the autumn moon, but more cruel. The stars are still bright, but there are fewer.

It's winter.

Di Yunfeng pillowed his pillow, and after letting go of his usual thoughts, he was thinking deeply about a very important thing:

Will it snow in the winter of Zhenwu?

The breeze in March, the heavy rain in June, the fallen leaves in September, the snow in the winter moon.

The meaning of the four seasons of the year is clear, from new birth to luxury, withering and withering, to silence.

Snow, most of which play the role of a mourner, buries the sorrow contained throughout the autumn.

Snow, mostly dead. At least Di Yunfeng thinks so, and thinks so at present. If he can reunite with his lover, maybe this snow will be very romantic.

There are many people in the world who have been stumbled by some unavoidable things, and they have parted, passed by, and met but did not fall in love.

There are really few things in the world where lovers eventually become married, and there are very few people who can be white-headed together in the snow.

Snow is never appreciated.

Because it falls in the palm of your hand, it will melt.

Di Yunfeng looks forward to snow every year, but it doesn't snow in his southwestern hometown, so he will go to the northernmost part to see the snow in winter. Generally in winter, the price of children on the northern underworld will double, and it is very profitable to kill people there.

"Hey, what are you thinking, I've been standing down for a long time, and you don't even look at me. ”

Bai Xiu'an stood in the courtyard, carrying two sets of white clothes in his hands, plus a sandalwood carved "Yang Gate" token.

Di Yunfeng glanced at Bai Xiu'an and invited, "Come up and look at the stars." ”

"I'm not that elegant. Bai Xiu'an put his clothes on the stone table and was about to turn around and leave.

"Where are you going?" Di Yunfeng asked as he sat up.

Bai Xiu'an said: "Lord Yushi goes to Laoshan Mountain, the head of the family holds a banquet, except for the ordinary disciples of Yangmen, the hall master and elders must all be seated. ”

Di Yunfeng wondered, "Isn't the old man Guan Shi dead?

"Old man Guan Shi, what do you mean?" Bai Xiu'an asked rhetorically.

Di Yunfeng narrowed his eyes, and said secretly in his heart: It seems that the news of the imperial court is blocked quite secretly, and even the Yangmen is kept in the dark...... He jumped off the roof, changed into a disciple's costume and wore a waist card, and Chad really looked like a famous and decent disciple. He smiled, "Can you take me with you?"

"No, I can't. Bai Xiuan replied resolutely and decisively.

"Then I can't stay in Hanfeng Hall tonight to count the stars, I must go to the outside of the Yang Gate and get some things I want, such as ......" Di Yunfeng paused, and looked slyly in the direction of the inner hall of the Yang Gate: "For example, some martial arts cheats." ”

Bai Xiu'an frowned, pursed his lips, took off his hall master token and threw it to Di Yunfeng: "There are no martial arts cheats in the true martial arts world, only internal force and mental method. Although my token can't see the treasure book of the Yang Gate, its effect is at least greater than your waist card," he glanced at Di Yunfeng again, and admonished: "Don't poke out any baskets, otherwise I won't be able to help you." With that, he turned and left.

Di Yunfeng took the token, nodded and smiled, put it in his arms, and watched Bai Xiu'an leave. Perhaps this is the tacit understanding between gentlemen, needless to say, trust each other.

Tonight, the masters in the Yang Gate have all been invited to the banquet, and there should be no big accidents when they go to the inner gate to take a look. Di Yunfeng raised his head and glanced at Gu Yue, flicked his sleeves, and turned into a wisp of breeze and swayed away.

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There are nine peaks in the inner gate, one main peak is the place where the head and the great elder make decisions and administrations, five side peaks are for the inner disciples to practice, two low peaks are divided into the library pavilion and weapon building of the Yangmen, and there is a peak standing in the back mountain of Laoshan Mountain, birds and beasts are not moving, the light of the sun and the moon does not invade, and the yin and yang are staggered, which is the peak of the forbidden gate of the Yangmen!

Di Yunfeng turned into a wisp of breeze and fell in front of the library pavilion, hid his body and took the condensation bead in his mouth, and stepped into the pavilion.

The library is a pure place, and few people come to borrow books in their spare time, so the disciples of the guards are also very lax, and they snore early after eating wine and meat.

The library pavilion is eight floors high, generally speaking, the higher the floor, the more precious the books are, Di Yunfeng easily came to the first floor, not only did he wonder in his heart: just rely on a few crooked melon and cracked jujube disciples to come to the door, can you really keep the supreme heart of this yang gate?...... He took out Bai Xiu'an's hall master order, and said in his heart: But the hall master will deliberately lend me his token, it must have his intentions, and take a step to see.

At the bottom of the library are some brief miscellaneous books, such as "Zhenwu Tuzhi", "Zhenwu Overview", and "Zhenwuye History...... These books may be useless for people who were born and raised in the True Martial Kingdom, but for Di Yunfeng, it is exactly the knowledge he wants, especially the macro and micro maps of the True Martial Realm, the cultivation level, some major events in recent years, the various major sects, the outline of walking the rivers and lakes, the weapon spectrum, the master list, clothing, food, housing, transportation, eating, drinking and merrymaking......

As a Jianghu person, you have to adapt to local customs and habits wherever you go, if not for killing, then for yourself.

Zhenwu's books are different from the jade slips of the immortals, and they cannot be viewed by the divine sense, and can only turn the pages one by one, but the tool for engraving is not an ink pen, but an unknown internal force. Often as soon as you open a book, it is the words that are flashing and golden, like a book from heaven.

Di Yunfeng simply flipped through a few books, if he wanted to finish reading this full hall of books, maybe ten or eight years, where would he have so much time?

After storing the miscellaneous books on the bottom floor, Di Yunfeng went up the ladder to the second floor, he thought it was unimpeded, but when he walked through the stairs, he was blocked back by an enchantment.

Di Yunfeng rubbed the bag on his skull, this enchantment was transparent and as solid as steel, and there was no sign when it collided, but it hurt so much that he didn't want it.

The enchantment of true martial arts is different from the spiritual light enchantment, they are mostly barriers that exist with mental qi, invisible and tangible, and indestructible.

Di Yunfeng finally knew why Bai Xiu'an would lend a token to himself, it turned out that every floor of the Library Pavilion was restricted by an enchantment - the enchantment was like a door, and the identity token was the key to open the door, the higher the identity, the greater the authority given, and the more doors could be opened.

In order to verify, Di Yunfeng did not use Bai Xiu'an's token first, but took off his wooden token and reflected it in the enchantment, and sure enough, the enchantment was wide open, and the second floor could be climbed.

On the eighth floor of the Library Pavilion, how many floors can the tokens of the outer disciples go up? With Bai Xiu'an's hall master's order, how many floors can they go up?

Di Yunfeng licked his lips, no matter what bullshit authority he has, how many floors can he go up tonight, and he can take as much as he wants!

The second floor of the Library Pavilion.

From the second floor, the heart method and exercises have been recorded. Outer disciples can enter, it can be seen that the method they accept will not be too high, "Qing Yuan Decision", "Cultivation of the Heart Decision", "Condensation Book" ...... They are all very basic exercises, and there are also medical classics, alchemy methods, mechanism occult arts, Taoist books, etc., but these books are not cared for, and they all form a thick layer of dust.

I have to say that Wu Xiu regarded these technical tasks as a sideshow, and thought that it was useless to practice, so he put them aside as decorations.

Di Yunfeng took a cursory look at all of these so-called "side doors", and then he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth...... Throwing away these rare books is a terrible thing! If any book here is left in the world, it must be regarded as a place of inheritance and worship!

I vaguely remember that in the world, Lou Xinyue said that the ancestors in his door had the honor to live in the true martial arts country, but because the mortal physique could not cultivate martial arts, he found a "mechanism mystic" craft, and after returning to Dayan, he invented and created countless mechanisms, just like the big ship carrying the full moon building, no one can open the oars to power the voyage, isn't this the crystallization of wisdom?

"You don't want it, Lao Tzu wants it. Di Yunfeng swallowed his saliva, pocketed all the rare books, and by the way, took a few books of exercises for cultivating the mind and calming his qi, and turned around and went up to the third floor.