Qingmei Mountain was shattered, and it soon spread.

But no one said clearly who was broken, only that it was a great murderer from the darkness.

Tu Yuan couldn't see the records of five hundred years ago from the history books of Qingmei Mountain, so he had to go to Baigu Academy again. He didn't know if there would be any records in the White Valley Academy, but he decided to go there anyway.

The Qingmei Mountain of Baigu Academy is not far away, and the disciples of the two sects were sent to guard the Shangqing Temple in the previous two places, so they were naturally adjacent.

Tu Yuan didn't stay at all, because he couldn't wait in his heart.

It's just that Baigu Academy is much more closed than Qingmei Mountain, and he can only have students who are studying there.

However, it was not difficult for Tu Yuan to enter, he just pretended to be a student and went in, and successfully entered the academy, in the middle school poetry of Qinglu Hall in Baigu Academy.

This time, he didn't want to fight so hard, and the words of the great elder in Qingmei Mountain made him feel a little uneasy in his heart.

In the last look of the Great Elder, he didn't feel that he was looking at himself.

Could it be that there was a third person present at that time, and it was the third person who killed the Great Elder of Qingmei Mountain? If someone had told him that this kind of thing would happen to him before, he would not believe it, but now he was a little shaken, and he felt the mystery and horror of this land.

Of course, it was not his intention to kill.

On this day, he came to the library building, which was open to students, and Tu Yuan looked at the books one by one along the shelves.

But after looking around, I found the bookcase in front of the history book, but the cabinet was empty and there was nothing.

He suddenly turned around, and an old master had appeared in the corner of the bookcase at some point.

The old master was holding a broom in his hand, and he was slowly sweeping the ground, very slowly.

"Old sir, the ground is very clean. Tu Yuan said.

The old man in a white-washed scholar's robe did not answer, but still swept slowly, his movements were very slow, like sweeping a thousand-pound broom, and he would take a breath with every step, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

He slowly approached Tu Yuan, but Tu Yuan did not retreat. The broom swept over the top of the foot, and in an instant......

No problem at all.

It was as if the old gentleman had swept a wooden stake and naturally bypassed it.

Tu Yuan felt that this old gentleman was not simple, he left the door and looked back.

"Brother Tu!"

It was Zong Houde who shouted Tu Yuan, he entered the White Valley Academy with Tu Yuan, and he was a child of the Zong family, and the Zong family was just a small family, so the children of the Zong family would worship some big sects.

At that time, when Tu Yuan was thinking that he would naturally enter the academy, he met Zong Houde, who was as his name suggested, and the whole thing exuded an atmosphere of virtue.

Tu Yuan came out of the study building, pondering in his heart, listening to the shouting.

"Brother Tu, there is a poetry meeting tonight, let's go together. ”

In his heart, Tu Yuan is a person who is in the middle of the road, but he still keeps going around to save his students, because he sees that Tu Yuan's hair is a little gray.

Tu Yuan shook his head and expressed his gratitude, obviously this Zong Houde was kind, but Tu Yuan didn't want to have too much intersection with him, afraid that if he did something here, it would involve him.

He was sneaking in this time, and he didn't want to be so violent, so it might take a little more time.

After separating from Zong Houde, Tu Yuan walked in the White Valley Academy.

From the outside, this Hakutani Academy is a white valley, and the buildings in the valley cannot be seen from the outside, but when you enter, you find that it is extremely large.

When I looked up at the sky, I saw that it was a book, and the book was turning every day, and there was a pen writing on it in the blank space that was turning.

The words on it couldn't be read clearly, but Tu Yuan knew that it must be words, recording everything in the entire Baigu Academy.

He walked along the book corridor built by the White Valley Academy, he felt the prohibition in the White Valley Academy, if it was just an ordinary Yuan Shen Law Body, he couldn't feel it at all, even if he looked at the huge book in the sky, it was clear that the forbidden law was in front of him, but he couldn't feel it at all, but Tu Yuan could feel it.

The window looks like an open book, and the door is an open book.

The tree in the courtyard, the two leaves together, was like an open book, and the individual pages were also like paper, and he used his consciousness to sense it, and he actually saw the words. Each leaf has a different text on it.

Or poems, or biographies, or some famous badges, or philosophical sentences.

Tu Yuan found that the books that could be seen everywhere on the roadside were like open book buildings.

There is a different world behind each book-like door, but Tu Yuan is not qualified to enter and exit at will, he is just a new student.

As he walked, it was already dark, and he came to the door of a compound, and there was a voice from inside.

Tu Yuan walked in, there were several pavilions, and in each pavilion there were people sitting, both men and women, all young, and some people were standing outside the pavilion with their hands in their hands, or looking up at the book of heaven.

Zong Houde was among them, and Tu Yuan understood that this was the poetry meeting he had said before.

The six corners of the pavilion were lit with wind lanterns, and Zong Houde's hand was still carrying a lantern.

Tu Yuan stood in the dark and watched the field.

Poetry club, of course, someone has to make poems.

He heard one of them recite a poem, and there was a flower blooming for it.

Another man recited a poem, and a tree grew rapidly in his words, and became a towering tree, and then a man sang another song, and a gust of wind came out and blew the tree off.

Tu Yuan looked at it for a while and then stopped looking at it, Baigu Academy practiced the art of the Holy Spirit, also known as the mantra, when it was profound, the words followed the law, the words were like mountains, and the sound was like a sword.

Day passed, day by day, when Tu Yuan walked through all the places in the entire White Valley Academy, he knew where he needed to go.

Look up, that heavenly book.

He felt the flaws in the Book of Heaven.

Standing by the window of his residence, Qibao Ruyi appeared in his hand and slowly clicked into the void outside the window, and the void rippled, slowly slicing open, and a crack appeared there.

Tu Yuan's body turned into a spiritual light and submerged into the crack, and the crack disappeared.

What appeared in front of Tu Yuan was a bookshelf, a huge bookshelf, on which every book was shining.

Looking back, there are still rows and rows of bookshelves.

This place he had been to before, and it was the same library that he had come to before.

His brow furrowed.

Is this the same library from before?

The wishful thought in his hand swiped lightly over the books on the shelf.

"Hoo ......"

Where he crossed his wish, a fire burned.

The fire appeared suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, it had already engulfed the bookshelf.

A tongue of fire rolled towards him as if it were alive.

Ruyi swung it, instantly suppressed the tongue of fire, and hit the bookshelf again, the flame was extinguished, and the bookshelf was intact as before. He walked slowly, pondering in his heart.