The Yuan family's collection of books is really rich. Inside the five-story building, there are 600,000 books. Because the world is different, most of these books are something I haven't read, which satisfies my appetite for book shortages.

The sword cultivation information of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect was quickly found by me.

Liu Guinian, who claimed to be Qingyun Shannan, a person from the Tao State under the jurisdiction of the Confucian Mingxin Sect, was born in a poor family, and later studied with the great Confucian Gu Wanzhang, and found the inheritance of the Heaven Splitting Sword Technique in the Gu Collection. Later, he went to Confucianism and became a judge. On the way to hunt down a flower thief, he accidentally broke into this small world. Then he was angry that the Qin Dynasty was acting misbehaps, the miasma of black smoke at that time, the powerful were in power, and the cold and cheap lives were like dirt. The monks were lawless, wantonly occupying fertile land, mountains, forests and rivers, enslaving countless common people, knocking bones and sucking marrow, and removing meat and squeezing oil. The monk pretends to be noble in blood, and the spiritual root is the royal power of the mandate of heaven, and judges the world as a fourth-class caste, and he claims to be the top, and it is not easy for him to be noble for eternity. Some of the common people dared to insult the monks, and they were exterminated by the whole clan, implicated and killed, and did not let go of the people in the village.

Therefore, Liu Guinian drew his sword in White Snake Mountain, opened a academy, gathered Hanshu, enlightened the people's wisdom, opened and printed Confucian classics, hundreds of schools of thought, selected children with spiritual roots, and taught various cultivation exercises. Ten years of success, raised the banner to rebel, killed 100,000 imperial army in one battle, killed thirty foundation monks in another battle, and slaughtered the imperial city in three battles.

Truly a big hero, a big hero, a big man.

I was amazed.

But he also looked up to the sky and sighed.

This is because such a heroic character is trapped and died in this small world. Isn't it pathetic, pitiful, pathetic!

What's even more sad is that in a notebook, he recorded an encrypted text with the cipher text of Jian Xiu. Coincidentally, I happened to be researching how to decipher.

So I saw it.

According to Liu Guinian's research on collecting ancient books, eight hundred years before him, there was also a genius sword cultivator who broke into this small world. But she was a female monk of the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect.

Six hundred and forty years earlier, there was another talented sword cultivator. This time it's on Jian Xuan's disciples.

Fifteen hundred years ago, it was a guy surnamed Zhuang.

The previous ones are all surnamed Zhuang.

Hehe, I dropped the book and stopped reading it.

What a big hand.

Eight thousand years ago, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was destroyed. Also 8,000 years ago, someone was "caught" into this small world. This person's spiritual roots are pure, the Dao method is subtle, and the Dao heart is pure, and he is already a strong person in the same level just after building the foundation. It is as easy as finding a bag to get a golden pill, and it only depends on how many products it can be made in the end. It can't be said that it is just a golden pill, and the Yuan Shen is hopeful, and the pillar of the clan sect for countless years in the future.

But it quietly turned into loess here.

The aura of this small world is very weak, and it can only support the monks to barely cultivate into the golden pill, and they can no longer hold on. And the monks of the Jindan period, but a thousand years of life, survived to the end, and had no choice but to return to Huangquan.

Therefore, in this world, the sharpest knife to kill people will always be these long years.

This is not the means of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, nor is it the practice of Longkong Mountain. If it was the former, there would be no trapping of these elite disciples of various sects at all. The sword maniac of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect has never been afraid that the opponent is not strong enough, not enough, and has never been afraid of how talented the juniors of the opponent's family will be and how terrible they will grow up. As long as they are not committed under their hands, as long as they are not in a face-to-face battle, the sword maniacs don't care about the life or death of those sword faction geniuses. In this world, there are too many demons and monsters that can be used to kill, and there are countless evil sects that can be used to hone swordsmanship and can be unscrupulously conquest and slaughter. You can't kill the bad guys, so why kill the good guys. That is, once the 10,000-year catastrophe arrives, everyone really can't avoid it, so it's better to smash the world and kill it. I usually want to kill, but it's fun to kill those sword cultivators who are stronger than myself!

And if it is the latter, it will not use such a boring means of captivity. Longkong Mountain has a great demon king to suppress the current generation, how could he have been afraid of which sect in this heaven and earth. According to what I heard Lin Keya say earlier, the Great Demon King once exterminated almost all the monks at that time 30,000 years ago, and ran rampant and suppressed the first generation, how could he be so stingy. I can't say that anyone has offended him, just slash down with a sword.

It is more likely that mixing up the world is like chess, there are thousands of characters, and after a game, no matter how talented a character is, it is also worn out. Just like this time in this game between Shangyang Palace and the Heavenly Fowl Sect in the Eastern Wilderness, they fought to the death, and were finally intercepted by the Longkong Mountain Lin family. There are so many dead in the middle, what is it? cannon fodder? or nourishment?

So I dropped the book, stayed in peace, and continued to read.

With the help of Goldfinger, I can simply scan the contents of those books during the day. It's a quick and much faster way to read. So even if the Yuan family has a rich collection of books, by the tenth day, I have already read almost enough.

In the past ten days, Yuan Sitong has always been by his side. Other people in the Yuan family also came to me, but they were all sent away by me. But the more cold I became, the more terrified they became. Especially when I keep borrowing all kinds of forbidden books in history, or books that record forbidden histories, they are even more frightened.

Because of the panic, I was surrounded by wine, delicacies, beautiful women, gold, silver, jade, bronze and red lacquer filled the hall. It seems that as long as they cater to my temperament, the result they feared will not happen.

In the past ten days, that Yuan Sitong has been conquered by me little by little. By the tenth day, it was no longer possible to see the appearance of the sword of the jade goddess of the rivers and lakes. used to be light and lofty, like to be a fairy, like to tease those young heroes with superb martial arts, with a small price and a lot of sacrifice to do a lot of things for themselves, but in the end they didn't get their favor at all, but they didn't feel annoyed and just thought that there was still a chance. He once killed countless scum in the rivers and lakes with a sword, the gang was powerful, the court lackey, and even killed a lot of corrupt dog officials, profiteers who hoarded Juqi, and inferior gentry who extorted and annexed land with usury.

But ah, she was tortured so badly in front of me.

On the first night, I analyzed all the data on her in the Goldfinger space, and it was as detailed as she could not imagine. So the next morning, I threw her a book.

"Yuan Sitong One Day One Record"

On the morning of the third day, I threw her a new book and took back the previous one.

By the morning of the fourth day, she could no longer be arrogant, but found many old people in the family, pondered and deliberated in the side hall all day, and then finished the day's homework.

But on the fifth day, the new book was dropped, and she fell to her knees completely.

On the sixth day, she was already at my mercy.

On the seventh day, she already honored me.

On the eighth day, she wanted to worship me as a teacher.

On the ninth day, she attacked at night and tried to push me down.

On the tenth day, I just hooked my fingers, and she went out the door behind her back and went back to Danfeng Mountain with me.