Xiao Jun and Da Baisha are both happy and not quiet, although their personalities are extremely stubborn, but every time they stand in front of this mysterious room in the deepest part of the Scripture Pavilion, their expressions are always very serious.

"Xiaojun, this can be said to be the top book treasure in the entire Wonder Realm, and even the Nine Realms in the world. ”

Dapeng said softly: "The history of the Divine Dragon Empire for more than a thousand years, almost all of them are recorded here. Even the history of the flood before the Shenlong Empire, there are also records of the ancient books left here. You two should listen to the words of the uncle of the big farmer, whether you have time or not, you should come here to read more, it will be very helpful to improve your knowledge. ”

Rao likes to dry the big white sand with Dapeng the most, and he is quiet like a virgin at the moment.

The deepest collection room in the Scripture Pavilion is the supreme treasure of the empire that the great monarch did his best to keep when the empire collapsed.

The thousand-year-old history of the empire is buried here, and the spark for the revival of the empire is also buried.

Roc gently knocked on the iron door of the archive room, then carefully pushed it open.

What greeted you was a small room, slightly dimly lit, lit with white candles covered by special lampshades. The room was full of quaint books, and most of these books were made of animal skins.

There were several chairs made of bamboo and rattan in the center of the room, and an old man with a white beard dressed in white was reclining on a chaise longue, flipping through an ancient book with slightly blurred handwriting.

When he heard the door open, he slowly glanced back.

The old man is very old and dying. However, when he looked at the three teenagers at the door, his eyes flashed, especially when he saw Xiao Jun in the center, there was a faint smile on his face.

"Grandpa, I brought Xiaojun and Baisha over to study. Dapeng greeted respectfully.

"Oh, Roc, come in. It's cold outside, close the door and come over and warm up. The old man said with a smile and kindness.

"Oh. ”

Dapeng turned around and closed the iron door, led Xiaojun and Da Baisha into the room, and sat next to the old man beside him.

Jun had a wonderful feeling that in this deep winter night, the temperature and humidity of this small archive room were quite pleasant, and there was no biting chill outside.

"Grandpa, Xiao Jun wants to find a book and wants to find a mysterious martial art from it, can you help us find it? It is a strange book dedicated to recording some evil skills during the imperial period, I can't remember which one. Roc asked.

"Oh, it's good to read, it's good to read! Find the ancient cheats here, and find some historical records here, and I have the most complete here. You two little guys should learn more from Dapeng, children who don't like to read grow up, but there is no future!"

The old man laughed a few times, stood up tremblingly with a crutch, walked to the bookshelf and accurately took down a booklet with a withered yellow cover, smiled and turned around and handed it to Dapeng.

Dapeng hurriedly got up and took the booklet with both hands, then quickly turned to a page in the middle, and after a few glances, handed the booklet to Xiaojun.

Xiao Jun swallowed his saliva, took the book with a serious face, and looked carefully through the soft light in the lampshade.

The booklet is made of sheepskin, but it is not soft in the hand, but a little stiff.

Most of the characters recorded above are known to Xiaojun, but occasionally there will be a few rare words that are almost no longer used, but fortunately, it does not affect reading.

"Taishang Washing the Pulp Sutra?" After a stick of incense, Xiao Jun raised his head and said five words silently.

"Have you found the answer you're looking for, little one?" asked the old man with a smile.

"Ahh......h Grandpa, didn't we meet earlier, every time I see you, I think you are very familiar. Xiao Jun asked a little shyly.

In front of this old man, he always had a strange feeling that was both cordial and a little cramped.

"Hehe, from the time you were born until you could run, I watched you grow up. When you are older, your father sent you to Mobei, and I have been staying here to repair the collection room, and we have never met again. The old man laughed.

"Ah...... No wonder, no wonder I said how I feel like I've seen you, old man. ”

Xiao Jun smirked a few times and asked again:

"Grandpa, there is an evil skill recorded in this ancient book, called 'Taishang Washing the Pulp Sutra'. I don't know if you've read this book, do you know anything about the evil skill of 'Taishang Washing the Pulp Sutra'? I'm very interested, because I want to verify some things. ”

"Hehe, I've read all the ancient books in the library. 'Taishang Washing Marrow Sutra', that is a very wonderful 'method of visualization' that existed before the founding of the Divine Dragon Empire. It is said that the founding ancestor of a supreme sect in the extreme west of the Trapped Demon Valley realized that after practice, he could attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, so as to achieve the miraculous effect of turning the meridian and washing the marrow. By practicing this 'Visualization Dafa', you can continue to transform your physical body and eventually reach the state of physical enlightenment. ”

"Xiaojun, what do you want to ask about this martial arts? What is recorded in ancient books may not be all true, nor may it be comprehensive, if you have any questions, you can ask me. ”

Xiao Jun nodded, the description of "Attracting the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, Turning the Meridian and Washing the Pulp" was in line with the question in his heart.

Xiao Jun asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for more than half a month: "Grandpa, is this martial art still alive?"

"Huh. ”

The old man stroked his snow-white beard and slowly sat back on the chaise longue.

"The world is so big, there are no surprises. Even if it is this kind of ancient divine skill, it may not be impossible to pass it down from generation to generation in some little-known mysterious sects. As far as I know, some of the great demons who destroyed the Divine Dragon Empire have learned this skill. That was only more than 200 years ago, and now more than 200 years have passed, Xiaojun, do you guess that this martial art has been quietly passed down somewhere?"

Jun felt like she was stuck in her throat by a foreign object, and she felt a very uncomfortable choking feeling.

The demons who destroyed the Divine Dragon Empire were the most terrifying people in the world back then, and they were also the objects of their greatest hatred.

According to what the old man said, this "Visualization Dafa" once appeared in a certain demon, and now it has appeared in Ji Ji Longjun, doesn't it mean that there seems to be some inseparable connection between them?

The once most hateful demon, and now the brother who has just befriended, is inexplicably involved in an inexplicable relationship.

"But Ji Longjun claimed to be a hunter, and he didn't know any other martial arts except for that entry-level Collapse Fist. In addition to the somewhat abnormal meridians on his body, Ji Longjun is also quite agile, but they are all wild paths, obviously learned from beasts when fighting tigers and leopards. ”

"If he had met a peerless master who was carrying the 'Taishang Washing Pulp Sutra', why did this person pass on this supreme secret method to a young man with ordinary qualifications like Ji Longjun? Since it had been inherited, why didn't he teach him other martial arts that allowed him to protect himself? With Ji Longjun's current strength, one would die in the hands of some miscellaneous fish in the rivers and lakes if he was not careful, this is too suspicious. ”

"Unless this secret method was learned by him by chance, and even he himself didn't realize how precious and mysterious this secret method was! If I get this secret method, I will definitely not walk around the rivers and lakes as easily as Ji Longjun before I have the power to protect myself, I will find a place where people rarely go to cultivate this secret method to a small success, or even a big success, and then go to the rivers and lakes to find other martial arts that can match it, and then assist each other and then cultivate to the consummation realm. At that time, there will be no place in the world where I can't go. ”

Xiaojun silently closed the ancient book and handed it back to Dapeng.

In his eyes, the confusion deepened......

......

Qicheng Outer City, near the South Gate, Xiushui Garden Inn, Silk Street.

Ji Kai and Ji didn't listen to Ji Longjun recount in detail what happened after the two of them left, they felt both exciting and enjoyable, and they felt so unhappy.

"Brother, that uncle in the Demon Mansion, is it really so fierce that he can fly you out as a cannon?" Ji Kaiqi said.

"It's not just me who flew out, I was holding that piece of wood, and I and the wood flew out!"

"Then how powerful is this man!" Ji Kai imagined that scene for a moment and sighed, "At least it's stronger than me!"

Ji Longjun skimmed Ji Kai and said disdainfully:

"You, Dakai, you can save it, don't mention your little strength. It's not far from dawn now, why haven't Jun and Dapeng come back yet?"

"Who knows, we have been waiting in the house since we came back, and we haven't seen anyone else except you who have slipped back like a thief. Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, the inn is deserted with few guests, and I can definitely find it if someone comes in and out. ”

"By the way, brother, I think you should wash your face and hair first. If you don't believe yourself, look in the mirror, your current image is like a ghost. ”

Ji Longjun laughed twice: "This is not bad, I was almost roasted on the roof for a while, and my face was black." ”

Ji Longjun said and looked at the mirror on the wall by candlelight, only to realize that he was really embarrassed at this time.

Not to mention the darkness, the hair is curled, and the skin on the face is bursting due to excessive dehydration, which is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a ghost.

After washing his hair and face a little, Ji Longjun was hesitating whether to sleep for a while first, when suddenly there was a chaotic sound of horses' hooves on the street outside.

Ji Kai hurriedly blew out the oil lamp, leaned against the window and opened a crack to look out carefully.

Brigades of samurai rode horses from the north with torches, some with swords and swords into the nearby alleys, while others went from house to house to inns in the streets and searched them extensively.

Ji Kai's scalp was numb, and he turned around and said in a low voice: "Brother, there are a lot of warriors outside, they won't come to arrest us, right?"

Ji Longjun walked to the window and squinted his eyes to take a closer look, there were samurai everywhere outside, all armed and murderous.

In the center, a commander on horseback walked slowly, the man was very calm, riding on the horse without moving, impartial, just walked to the door of the Xiushui Inn and restrained the horse's feet.

"Brother?" asked Ji Kai in a low voice.

Suddenly, the Horse Commander raised his head slightly, and a pair of eagle-sharp eyes looked at the third floor of the Xiushuiyuan Inn.

Each of the rows of windows there was tightly closed, except for one that was not closed tightly, squinting a slit.