Guantianfeng, No. 11 Bamboo Building, Han Sheng sat cross-legged, holding a jade slip in his left hand and a brush in his right hand, writing the white paper of the book pile. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"There are many strange reasons for the death of the wild wolf demon handsome, and the statements given in the "Ancient Demon Record" and "Demon Memorabilia" are contradictory, whether it was the death of the dragon concubine, or the assassination of the human race, or the infighting of the demon race? ”

He stopped writing the question, and seriously recalled the information about the organizational structure of the demon race in his mind, the ancient era of the demon lord, the demon king, the demon queen and other alien giants, their life events and anecdotes and wild histories surfaced in Han Sheng's memory. After a long period of thinking and reasoning, he came to the conclusion: "The assassin is the beautiful concubine of the dragon clan, and the main messenger is the demon king of the sea, the reason is that he is proud of his merits and has offended the demon king. ”

He picked up his pen and wrote a line of words on the back: "Answer: Demon infighting, see "Shenlong Baimei Tu" and "East China Sea War" for details. ”

The jade slip shone slightly, and the books in it were turned over by Han Sheng. This time it was no longer rote memorization, he read those books with an extremely critical eye, found one fault after another, and then solved them in his own way.

"There are too few books here!" Han Sheng couldn't help but complain after thinking about the question to no avail: "I can't find a book that can answer many of the questions I listed!"

There was no one around him, but he spoke extremely naturally, as if the other party was right in front of him.

Elder Qingyun's lazy voice sounded in his ears: "That's because you don't have the ability. I am very responsible to tell you that any problems you find in the collection of books can be solved in the collection. ”

Han Sheng had long been accustomed to Elder Qingyun's teleportation, and he frowned and said, "I found that most of the books in this collection are related to the Demon Realm, may I ask why?"

Elder Qingyun's voice paused, and after a moment he said lightly, "I can help you answer this question, personal preference." ”

Is it really just a personal preference?Han Sheng pondered, and then said, "I found that seventy percent of your collection of books here are anecdotes about important events in ancient times, two percent are the types of creatures in the geographical environment, and the last one is the major sects in the world of cultivating immortals today. Among them, there is very little information about the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance and the Four Great Immortal Sects, why is that?"

Elder Qingyun's voice sounded after a long time: "It can be wise to read history, the contemporary era is too close to us, and only future generations can see it clearly." ”

Han Sheng smiled dumbly: "For His Holiness?"

Elder Qingyun said lightly: "You can also think like this, but you, why are you so interested in the current immortal cultivation realm?"

Han Sheng casually dropped the jade slip, stretched his waist and said, "Because I want to change this world." ”

Elder Qingyun didn't speak, and after a long time, his voice sounded again: "Good luck." ”

As the days passed, the flowers bloomed, the melons ripened and fell, and the peach trees went from fruitful to silvery. Han Sheng went back and forth in the thirteen library buildings, writing and writing on blank paper, and the problems became rarer and rarer, but the time to solve them was even longer. Sometimes a problem, he will lie on the floor for more than a dozen days and nights, allowing the aura to constantly wash over his body and mind, taking away the tiredness and fatigue.

It's easy to practice, but it's hard to think.

This is Han Sheng's most direct impression of those days.

He would rather fight a hundred fights with people than sit back in the bamboo building, holding jade slips and books to consult materials.

"How many demons are there in the 100,000 mountains!!

Han Sheng frantically banged his head and rolled on the second floor. He has been thinking about this question for more than 20 days, and he has read more than 10,000 books, but he still can't give an answer.

Whether it is "The Strange Beasts of the Southern Wilderness", "The Four Desolations of the World", or "Demon Wars" from ancient times, the answers given are different. Some say that there are 32 million demon clans and 1,700 demon generals in the 100,000 mountains; some say that the demon clans and demons killed each other after entering the mountains, and now the total number is less than 100,000; some even say that there are no demons at all in the 100,000 mountains, and they have escaped from the Southern Wilderness.

In any case, Han Sheng found that the more involved he was until now, the more untrustworthy the history books became.

It's just that sometimes he remembers that he had planned to take refuge in the 100,000 Great Mountain, and the corners of his mouth can't help but show a trace of self-deprecation. The demons in the mountains couldn't even help the Ten Thousand Immortals League, so they had to sign a non-aggression pact, and they still wanted to enter the mountains to open up a paradise. Even if you don't meet Sanyan, it is estimated that you will be used as food by demons in the mountains.

Do things later, think twice.

Han Sheng didn't notice that his thoughts were changing as he had been studying hard in the past few years. The black qi that was almost substantial on his body had dissipated to the point that it was difficult for even Zhenjun to see.

"Hello Elder Qingyun, I'm here to test it again. Han Sheng pushed open the door of Building One.

Qing Yun was indeed still sleeping on the stack of books, but Han Sheng knew that his Yuan Shen was only afraid of traveling all over the world. The biggest difference between the True Monarch of the Transformation God and the ordinary monk is that the Transformation God can be divided into several people and do their own thing. Just like cooking, ordinary monks have only one primordial spirit, washing vegetables, stir-frying, washing rice, and cooking rice in order. However, the god can be divided into two, or even more, and the efficiency will be greatly improved.

"Hey, Elder, I've come to test!" Han Sheng couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted when he saw that Qingyun was still sleeping.

"Didn't you fail yesterday and found the answer so quickly?" Qingyun rubbed her eyes in confusion.

Han Sheng said coldly: "The eighty-ninth question has obviously been answered correctly, and you suddenly asked me if I am sure?" and then kicked me out with a countdown while I was stunned, this time I will definitely not be fooled again!"

Qingyun yawned and said, "Is it OK?" I asked to test you, you don't even have confidence in the answer, isn't it natural to fail?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Han Sheng was in high spirits, "Let's start testing!"

Qingyun glanced at Han Sheng, this kid took the wrong medicine today?

......

"Where is the God King Xuanyuan buried?"

"There are three places, the Xuanyuan Tomb of the Immortal Realm, the Blood Bottom of the Demon Realm, and the Fallen Heavenly Valley of the Western Wilderness, the truth of which no one knows. ”

"How to go on the closest road to Kunlun Mountain in the Western Wilderness?"

"From Yongzhou Shun'an Mansion to the north along the official road, to Hanzhou Snow Mountain Mansion to the west straight ahead. ”

"Three thousand miles east of the northern wilderness, what is the specialty of the first mountain encountered in the south?"

"Danxi Copper Mountain, the specialty is yin and yang red copper, which can be used as a flying sword. ”

The questions and answers between the two sides were fast, and they passed the ninety level in a blink of an eye.

"What's the difference between the Divine Realm and the Immortal Realm?"

"The realm of gods is the realm of immortals, and immortals live together. However, gods and men are born and raised, which is different from the immortals who have attained the Tao and ascended. ”

"Shushan Lock Demon Tower, how many demons have been imprisoned?"

"From time immemorial to the present, three thousand six hundred and seventy-two. ”

"How many demons are there on Guantian Peak?"

......

The originally fluent answer came to an abrupt end, and Han Sheng looked at Elder Qingyun in shock, his face was as usual, and he repeated again, "How many demons are there on Guantian Peak?"

On the Sky Viewing Peak, are there demons?

Qingyun ignored Han Sheng's stunned expression, and he began to count down: "Ten, nine, eight......"

Is it a white wolf? Han Sheng thought of it for the first time. Its origin is mysterious, listless all day long, although there is no demonic energy, but the possibility of hiding it cannot be ruled out, it is it!

Han Sheng hurriedly replied: "One, the white wolf in Building Seven." ”

“...... Two, one. ”

When the countdown ended, Elder Qingyun smiled, "The answer is wrong. ”

Han Sheng looked at Qing Yun in disbelief and muttered, "How can there be so many demons in Guantian Peak?

"What about Shu Mountain?" Elder Qingyun said lightly: "Your Uncle Qingbo is still raising ancient fierce beasts behind Canglan Peak. As talented as me and sought after by tens of thousands of people, raising demons can at least be a little clean, which is quite cost-effective. ”

"Raising demons is for purity?" Han Sheng's mind couldn't turn.

Elder Qingyun smiled evilly: "Since I raised demons, there have been no elders and disciples from Shushan Mountain coming to the door, and Guantian Peak has become extremely quiet. ”

Han Sheng's head was full of black lines, and it was hard for him to imagine how strong the anger erupted when those monks in Shushan who slay demons and exterminated demons were so jealous and hateful when they saw the demons scurrying in their backyards.

"Why can't I feel the breath of the demon?" Han Sheng suddenly remembered a very important question.

All living beings have breath, demons have demonic energy, demons have demonic energy, and people also have popularity. Although Han Sheng didn't have much mana, he could at least feel the dark and destructive aura of the demons, but at Guantian Peak, Han Sheng had never noticed that there were other demons.

Elder Qingyun lifted the wine jar, found that it had been drunk and regretfully put it back on the ground, and replied casually: "Go find it yourself, don't ask me." ”

Han Sheng Shili retreated, pondered outside the door for a moment, and began to search around Guantian Peak.

Guantian Peak is not big, except for thirteen bamboo buildings, there are flowers, plants and fruit trees. It was winter now, and the snow was white outside, and Han Sheng had an unobstructed view as far as he could see, he scratched his head, not knowing what to do.

At this time, the white wolf was sleeping in the building, Han Sheng was standing outside, and the sky began to fall snowflakes again, and his sound was loud. He looked at the ground that was gradually covered with snow, and suddenly felt a little deserted.

Guantianfeng, why is there no one?

He hadn't thought about this problem before, and Han Sheng at that time was full of cultivation and revenge. Not to mention that there is no one in Guantian Peak, that is, the entire Shu Mountain is empty, as long as there is a practice method to cultivate, he doesn't care.

Now he has changed a lot, maybe because of his studies, maybe because of Shushan.

The monks in Shu Mountain were different from the sects he had met before, and none of them wanted to harm him. They were busy fighting and cultivating, and they were busy going down the mountain to practice. Even if there are Wind Kite and Daolu, they just want to vent their anger, and they have no ill will towards him. What's more, the head, the elders, and Uncle Lu of the back mountain have helped him a lot.

In the past four years in Shushan, it has never been peaceful, if it weren't for that person, if it weren't for that battle......

"Squeak~" The sound of walking on the snow interrupted Han Sheng's thoughts, and he looked up to see a short puppet carrying a kettle, walking past him in a dull manner, watering the flower field in front of him.

Han Sheng was stunned: "Isn't it winter now?"

The puppet did not answer, but watered it earnestly and returned to the creek to fetch water.

It's the kind of thing it does every day.

Han Sheng guessed: "It should be similar to a set machine, which will do things that are scheduled every day." ”

Then his pupils narrowed dramatically, because when the puppet lifted the kettle from the stream, it actually poured the water out sideways, which was completely inconsistent with the act of directly carrying it away just now!

Han Sheng's figure flashed rapidly, and he came to the stream to look at the stream carefully, and a small fish swam quickly to the bottom of the water, obviously frightened.

The puppet puts the kettle into the stream again, and when the pot is full, it lifts it up to water the flowers.

Only this time there was someone in front of it in the way.

It moves to the left, and the person is on the left.

It moves to the right, and the person is on the right.

The puppet looked up, its face so rough that it bordered on childlike graffiti.

Han Sheng stood quietly in front of the puppet and asked, "Dare to ask the seniors, but the Yin Huai Demon King in the ancient era?"