Fu Xiaowa continued to supplement the exercises of the Liuhe Pulse Sutra and entered the next stage of cultivation, which is divided into many stages, and after breaking through the secondary middle injection acupoint, it is to enter the second stage of cultivation, which is more complicated than the first stage. Fu Xiaowa died in the first stage, and he was brought back to life by these complicated things, and now in the second stage, he is even more desperate to die.

With a snap, he closed the meridians, wrote down the cultivation method, and then went back to find the old man for guidance, maybe this old man really had a way, at least in the first stage, he instructed him to go very smoothly.

Ben threw the book back to the management office, and someone specially helped him send it back to the second floor, and Fu Xiaowa kindly sent it back to its original place, anyway, now he has no big problem going up to the second floor.

Finding the original location of the Liuhe Pulse Sutra, Fu Xiaowa pulled out the books on both sides, then put the Liuhe Meridian back on the bookshelf, clapped his hands, and prepared to go home satisfied.

"Wait a minute!" Fu Xiaowa was about to go home, but heard the middle-aged man next to him who had been silent call Fu Xiaowa to him.

"Oh, what did Uncle call me?" Fu Xiaowa turned around and found that the middle-aged man was holding a book in his hand and was looking at him with a strange look.

"Where did you get this dress?" The middle-aged man knew strangely that this was not Fu Xiaowa's clothes.

Fu Xiaowa also felt strange, didn't this dress look like his own, did he naturally have to wear tattered clothes to look like his own clothes.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Fu Xiaowa just didn't believe it, could it be that he was the material for his bare ass.

"It's not your clothes. Tell me, where did it come from!" The middle-aged man lowered his face.

"How do you know it's not my clothes, do you have to write my name to call it my clothes!" Fu Xiaowa said stiffly.

"Do you know what kind of dress this is?"

"The clothes people wear!" Fu Xiaowa said with a playful mouth.

"It seems that you don't know the severity of the matter yet, if it was stolen, take it off honestly and hand it over to me, and I will send it back to the original owner, this thing should have never happened, if not, it will explain its origin. Otherwise. Don't blame me for being rude!" The middle-aged man put the book back on the shelf.

A faint light came in from the window, shining in this dark second-floor pavilion, and it was quiet all around. There are very few students here. No one noticed what was happening in the area.

Fu Xiaowa felt so strange. Who is this strange middle-aged man, and why is he so nosy, telling him to take it off. Didn't he just tell him to go back with his bare buttocks, he shouted: "The Hidden Scripture Pavilion is not allowed to do anything, this is a rule, don't, don't think I don't know!"

"That's right, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion is not allowed to do it, this rule is set by me!" But seeing the middle-aged man's hand lit up, Fu Xiaowa was suddenly shocked, and he didn't expect this person to say that he would do it, and he didn't have any worries at all.

"You're going to pay for breaking things!" Fu Xiaowa said nervously.

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled lightly, his voice was calm and confident: "No!"

saw a phantom, Fu Xiaowa didn't have time to scream, but found that his neck had been pinched by his hand, and he couldn't scream if he wanted to.

Fu Xiaowa grabbed the claws on his neck like iron tongs and struggled hard, no matter how many hands broke it, he couldn't break the fingers that were holding his neck. This was the first time he had encountered such a master, so that he had not resisted at all, and he had already been charged.

Fu Xiaowa's two feet had already risen from the ground, he couldn't even cough, and his two feet were stepping wildly in the void. Seeing how powerful Fu Xiaowa was, the middle-aged man let go of his hand, and Fu Xiaowa fell down and fell to the ground coughing incessantly.

"How is it, do you dare to shout?" the middle-aged man said indifferently.

Fu Xiaowa was frightened, this person's cultivation was too high, and it was not a realm at all, and it was not one or two realms.

"Anyway, where did you get these clothes!"

"Ahem!" Fu Xiaowa rubbed his neck uncomfortably, bared his teeth and grinned: "No, isn't it just a ragged coarse cloth clothes, why are you so serious!"

"Rags and coarse cloth clothes, this is the only one in the world, you wear it to the end, don't talk nonsense, tell me where it came from!" said the middle-aged man who raised his hand again.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Fu Xiaowa was scared, and hurriedly replied, "This is an old man who borrowed it from me!"

"An old man?" the middle-aged man said strangely.

"That's right, it's the old man who planted the red fruit, I don't believe you to ask him!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he knew that it was Chi Yanguo, and the old man was Master Wen, there was no doubt about it, he continued to ask, "What is the old man's surname?"

"Look at his friend's name, it should be surnamed Wen, I have lived in his house for a while, and he is very good to me, I don't believe in some people, I will do it when we meet, and there is no discipline at all!" Fu Xiaowa said resentfully.

The middle-aged man was angry and funny, this guy who was wearing the world's famous armor and walked all over the street, and he also pointed out that others had no discipline, and this guy's discipline was eaten by a dog.

"You keep this dress, I'm going to ask for clarification before I give it back to you!" the middle-aged man said.

"What nonsense, you told me to go back with my bare ass, this street full of people!"

"I'll give you a set of clothes for the management department of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, you take it and wear it first!"

"A ragged garment, it is necessary to make it so serious, and it is not a valuable commodity, even if it is thrown away, not many people will pick it up!" Fu Xiaowa muttered while taking it off.

"Get out of here, don't talk nonsense!"

Fu Xiaowa was frightened by this, and took off his clothes with a grunt, wearing a big shorts, only to see the middle-aged man shake the treasure bag from his sleeve, and a black and white robe suit with a checkered pattern appeared. This is the style of clothing often seen in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the people who wear this kind of clothing are the management department in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which specializes in putting the scriptures on the shelves, managing, compiling and so on.

Fu Xiaowa felt that he was cool, he was not used to it at all, and he was busy putting on his clothes.

"You go, this dress will naturally return to the original owner, you ask him again!" The middle-aged man finished speaking, and returned the clothes to the treasure bag.

Fu Xiaowa looked back from time to time while wearing his clothes, cursing from time to time. Today is inexplicable, being stripped naked. In the midst of chatter, Fu Xiaowa came to the staircase and was about to go downstairs to go home, walked down a few steps, and then retreated.

He looked curiously at the staircase that led to the third floor, which led to a gloomy and seemingly secret. He licked his lips and felt the curiosity in his heart at work, and although he was not only miserable by the damn curiosity, but he still insisted on the spirit of exploration.

He tried. Place one foot on the step. In this way, it is usually an extremely dangerous action, but the curiosity of this melon baby can occupy a qiē danger, even if it is a magic armor. It is still necessary to satisfy curiosity.

Fu Xiaowa's feet. Gently place on the steps. I thought there was some super gravity, and it was still too late to pull back my feet. But I didn't expect that after the foot was put up the steps. Suddenly, an inexplicable hallucination rose from his mind, and the whole person seemed to enter a dream, in this dream, his memories regressed a little, and suddenly, the sad past emerged from his mind, Master Huo Qing was killed, the death of Luo Xinyi's gang leader on Baiyun Mountain, all kinds of sad scenes, that kind of heart-rending heartache rose from the bottom of his heart, and then magnified several times, making the whole person fall into despair.

Fu Xiaowa's eyes were red, standing on this first step, the whole spirit fell into the greatest pain, this is the path of cultivation, all kinds of hardships and twists and turns, were magnified, Fu Xiaowa stood on another step again, and suddenly the pain he felt rose again, and there was a voice that persuaded him, don't move forward, go back to live an easy and simple life, carefree.

But Fu Xiaowa's determination to burst out in his heart, his determination to fight hard in the martial arts, has become his most powerful supporting force, he still has a lot to do, he needs stronger strength to protect more people, he needs to chase Cao Zijing, let him be punished as he deserves, his perseverance to continue to move forward in the martial arts is extremely firm, and once he steps on the front step, the whole world is like a collapse, those desperate, helpless, lonely, and want to give up thoughts are all magnified a hundred times. But this qiē still couldn't stop him from moving forward.

Fu Xiaowa's practice of the Liuhe Pulse Sutra is not only to shape his endurance physically, but also to temper people's will mentally.

Fu Xiaowa became quite terrifying, moving forward step by step, like walking towards the place of death, what the steps passed to him were extremely powerful mental pain and pressure that wanted to stop him from moving forward, and Fu Xiaowa used his unyielding belief in moving forward in martial arts has always supported him to move forward, no matter what kind of future, he has to move forward.

Finally, Fu Xiaowa stepped on the last steps, and at this time he was already like a madman, his eyes were red, his hair was scattered, and the sweat all over his body seemed to be running in the heavy rain.

At the last moment of stepping on the third floor, the painful pressure of the whole world disappeared completely, Fu Xiaowa sat on the ground, looking at the passage below, looking at the short dozens of stairs, just like walking through thousands of years, walking through the most painful memories of the tenth life.

But in the end, he went up to the third floor, the third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Fu Xiaowa got rid of some mental pressure, and suddenly felt the emptiness of the world, he took a deep breath, let the air enter the body, and brought a spiritual boost.

He wanted to stand up, but found that his body had become staggering, he didn't know how much strength he had used up to come up, I was afraid that there was no gravity limit on this staircase at all, and in the end, it was himself who tried his best, and it was he who couldn't help but burst out of the power in his body, all his strength, with the power of anger transformation, with the power of life essence transformation to move forward.

Fu Xiaowa looked at the clothes he had just wore, they were all soaked, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He looked at the third floor, and then he felt that the third floor was completely different from the two floors below, not only because the layout was not ordinary, but more importantly, this was no longer an attic, but a wilderness.

Wilderness?

Fu Xiaowa rubbed his eyes, how could this Hidden Scripture Pavilion become a wilderness, he came to his senses, and still found that what was in front of him was a wilderness, and a piece of wind and sand was blowing, and the sand grains were still confused by his eyes.

Fu Xiaowa looked at the sand grains in his hand in detail, it was indeed a grain of sand, what was going on?

Unexpectedly came to the third floor, he still decided to take a look, he stepped on the yellow sand on the ground, making a sizzling sound, every qiē was so realistic, it made people feel like they had come to the third space.

Fu Xiaowa walked slowly, but he saw the yellow sand. One by one, the pictures are imprinted in the void, it is a human form practicing kung fu in it, you can see the flow of qi in the body in the tendons, this qiē is so magical, Fu Xiaowa reached out to touch, but found that he touched an emptiness, I don't know where these images come from.

And here, it is not completely empty, but I saw that in the yellow sand, a figure slowly turned from confusion to clarity. finally appeared in front of Fu Xiaowa. It's a real person, not an illusion.

The one who appeared, an old man with white hair and beard, walked out of the yellow sand with great poise. But I saw the young man who was staring. Look at his manager's uniform. As if he understood something, he said casually: "Over there, go and tidy it up!"

"Oh!" Fu Xiaowa was stunned, and could only respond to this sentence.

This is the third floor. It's really unreal, it's so real, it's so unreal, Fu Xiaowa is walking in it against the wind and sand, I don't know if I will go to the wall and hit my head.

(Today's task is too heavy and too heavy, 15,000 words, ah, ah, code to vomit blood, let the pig owe 1,500 words, wait a minute, make up for it by modifying, everyone pay attention to the modification, alas, sorry, sorry!)

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