At a corner of the Hanyan Palace of Gantian Mountain, in a secluded building, Zong Yuan, Ruoshui, Chu Xue, and Shi Ruolan each took a side.
Zong Shou stood at the center. He held a token in his hand. It was the jade letter that Wei Xu gave him, the one that could teleport ten thousand miles.
On the front were some mysterious runes, at the back were the chants to activate this item.
Zong Shou silently chanted, following which the jade letter in his hand gave out a dim glow. In just a moment, a ball of spiritual light spread out. Coincidentally, it covered the surrounding four people. There were also four dim lights that shot out, searching all around. Only when it touched the token in the hands of Zong Yuan and the other three did it lock.
Zong Shou thought to himself that as expected, Wei Xu gave four spots, and this teleportation jade letter could teleport four people.
He was the owner of this treasure, and he could clearly feel that after the four lights locked onto him, the remaining power of the teleportation jade letter was used up.
In the next instance, the heaven and earth spiritual energy around suddenly exploded. Zong Shou only felt the situation in front of him suddenly change.
Different from before, at this moment his body was totally illusionary. At a shocking speed. Passing through the wooden walls, the forest, the giant mountains, the clouds, it was too much for the eye to take in.
In a breath, the scenes in front of him changed hundreds of times. In the blink of an eye, who knew how many miles he had teleported.
Zong Shou was slightly distracted. When he came back to his senses, he had already landed within a wooden building.
Chu Xue was still dizzy, her eyes were totally unfocused. Ruoshui and Zong Yuan were also frowning, trying their best to recover from the dizziness.
Ruolan's face was also ashen white. However, when her eyes regained clarity, she looked at Zong Shou. Right away, she looked curiously towards Zong Shou's hand like she wanted to understand this thing.
Zong Shou was also looking. However, he looked around. Only to see that this place was the corner of a large building.
There were all sorts of bookshelves around, numerous books were laid out on them.
Only the area where they were standing had some space left. Below the five of them was a complicated and precise spiritual formation.
"This place is the book building?"
A burning heat flashed across Zong Shou's eyes. Although he had followed Wei Xu to the common people's vast habitat once. However, strictly speaking, he had only spent a few hours in the ancestral hall.
As for the situation outside, he had no idea. As for where Cang Shengdao kept books, he had never been.
"Young master, this is the vast habitat? The spiritual energy here is really thick. "
Chu Xue's eyes finally regained some color. She first tried to use her soul power, which caused the heaven and earth spiritual energy around to ripple. Her body was covered in various colored lights.
Seeing that, Chu Xue was delighted. She waved her hand and twirled around, bringing about spots of seven-colored spiritual light.
However, moments later, she noticed Zong Yuan and Ruoshui looking over with weird gazes.
Chu Xue was startled, only then did she remember what kind of hell this was. She quickly stopped, cutely sticking out her tongue.
Zong Shou didn't care, directly walking towards the stairs. This book building had a total of four floors, a thousand feet in length and width. There were four staircases. As for the books within, there were close to a million of them.
Looking at the labels of the books, Sōmorime's eyes slowly lit up. He wanted to immediately take them over and read them all.
Out of these books, he had already seen thousands of them, the only ones that were lost in the future.
A portion of them were ones that he had searched for in the last life but had no luck to see.
When he reached the lowest floor, Zong Shou walked to the door. His footsteps suddenly stopped, squinting as he looked to the side.
It was an old man, his face dry and haggard as he sat on a wooden chair. His hair was thin and there were only 3-5 strands of beard below his chin.
At this moment, he was looking over with a smile that wasn't a smile.
However, before this, when he went downstairs, his spiritual sense didn't notice the presence of this person. In his spiritual sense, this old man was like a dead thing.
Zong Shou took in a deep breath, his face turning solemn as he bowed and cupped his fists, "May I ask senior …"
Before he finished, the old man waved his sleeves, "There is no need to be so polite. I am just a guard of this book building. My name is Hanfang, you can call me senior brother Han. "
Zong Shou's brows rose up. So this person was of the same generation as him. However, he was even more respectful as he bowed, "Greetings senior brother Han."
Seeing him suddenly appear within the book building, he wasn't surprised. It was obvious that he knew his identity.
To be able to be of the same generation as him, the Cang Shengdao 2nd generation direct disciple, then he was at least 8 thousand years ago, even 10 thousand years ago, someone from the cloud desolate era.
To be able to live till now, his cultivation definitely wasn't low.
When Hanfang saw the situation, he laughed out, "The 6 of the Cang Shengdao 2nd generation direct disciples are all rude, not caring about the rules and not caring about seniority. Who would have thought that the last one would come to honor the ceremony. "
Zong Shou's brows rose up. He couldn't tell whether Hanfang's words were praising or insulting. Following which Hanfang's gaze turned solemn, "Your senior brother Wei has already told me about you inheriting the legacy of senior master Lin Xuanshuang. At that time, I only felt that he was too rash. How could the identity of a 2nd generation direct disciple be easily given to others. Seeing you today, I feel that the kid does have some sense. I heard that not long ago you inherited the legacy of Long Ying? I personally saw the puzzle that person set up on Dragon Gathering Mountain. It was pretty much making things difficult for people. For you to be able to break it, it isn't simple. Within these 100 years, in terms of sword path talent and luck, you can enter the top 3. Naturally, this time it can be considered that Long Ying's luck is good. "
"I was just lucky."
Zong Shou straightened his body, his expression expressionless. He didn't care about Hanfang's praise. Instead, it was the words that the old man said that made him curious.
"Senior brother, to be able to enter the tutelage of master Long Ying is my fortune. Why does senior brother Han say that about my master? "
Hanfang broke out into a laugh, shaking his hand, "I don't have any intention to belittle you, I am just discussing the matter as it is. Do you know that the legacy of the 99 Long Ying sword is a knot in your master's heart? "
Zong Shou's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with more and more confusion. Looking at the arrangements that Long Ying made in Dragon Gathering Mountain, it didn't look like he cared about his sword technique legacy. That situation looked like he wanted to push everyone out of the door.
"Are you curious about what he did in Dragon Gathering Mountain?"
Like he saw through Zong Shou's thoughts, Hanfang said leisurely, "This person is really stubborn. That year he left the inner and outer dragon gates in Dragon Gathering Mountain out of spite. No matter how others tried to persuade him, he wasn't willing to change. He said that normal people weren't worth his time. Only those who are truly talented in the way of the sword can inherit his Nine Dragon Shadow Sword and perfect it. "
Zong Shou still listened quietly. This senior brother Han still didn't explain why Long Ying would be so eager to become a legacy disciple.
"… I remember that Long Ying martial saint reached the saint realm 9700 years ago. 6500 years ago he had already broken through to the saint realm. He was just a step away from breaking through and going through his tribulation. Six thousand years later he still wasn't able to cross over. Today he is only left with 30 years of lifespan! "
Zong Shou's pupils constricted. Based on what Long Ying said, the day that god realm true dragon would break free would be 30 years later.
That Hanfang's voice still continued.
"The reason is that he still has a knot in his heart that he hasn't solved. He is afraid that if he fails his tribulation, no one will inherit the sword technique that he painstakingly created, he won't be able to have no worries in his heart. Which was why he was unable to take that step in these six thousand years. Which is why I said that he was lucky. He was originally about to die, but now he has a chance to live. Lingyun Sect's ancestor was also at the saint realm. However, why do you think that Lingyun Sect is so afraid of him? People who are about to die naturally have nothing to worry about. There are some rules that they don't need to bother about … "
Hearing that. Zong Shou was at a loss. In his heart, he felt weird. How did this senior brother Hanfang know about this matter?
Hanfang kept his words and didn't have any intention to explain. He looked away and swept the 4 people behind Zong Shou.
"Your senior brother Wei left you 4 inner sect disciple spots and you used them all just like that? You don't feel heart pained at all. Oh? A nine tail shadow body, an unparalleled general seed. You do have the right to enter my Cang Shengdao. "
After looking at Zong Yuan and Ruoshui, Hanfang exclaimed. He suddenly reached out and sucked Shi Ruolan into his hand. His finger touched her brow and instantly one could see threads of snow colored patterns spreading out.
"Maniac lion snow seal? She is the descendant of the six spirit snow lion? "
Zong Shou was originally thinking about his master taking him in as a disciple. Long Ying would definitely try to break through within these few years.
However, did one need to go through tribulation to advance to the end realm? He had never heard of it before.
When he heard those words, he came back to his senses. Then, he smiled, "Based on what her people said, she is the maniac lion snow seal and is a pure blood descendant of the snow lion of the palm."
The old man used a few threads of internal energy to enter Shi Ruolan's body. His expression changed slightly and he placed Shi Ruolan down. He didn't return her to Zong Shou but placed her by his side.
"How about this girl be my disciple?"
Zong Shou was startled. After a short while, he came back to his senses. He thought to himself that his senior brother was really direct. He wanted to take Shi Ruolan in as a disciple because he noticed something.
He was really willing and was worried about not being able to find someone to teach Shi Ruolan. With this senior brother who was either saint realm or end realm, he was much better than him.
Ruolan was at a loss. Then, she looked over timidly with a pleading gaze.
Zong Shou consoled her with a smile. Then, he frowned, "It isn't that Zong Shou isn't willing. It is just that she is too young. At this age, it isn't suitable for her to become a disciple of senior brother. It is also unfair to the other disciples. "
Hanfang was so furious that he was amused, "Zong Shou is just 15 and can become a 2nd generation direct disciple of my Cang Shengdao! She's only a second-generation Successor Disciple. What's so inappropriate about that? "
After scolding a few times, Zong Shou held a token in his hand. He rubbed it absentmindedly and instantly understood. He scolded once more, "Don't you just want a few more inner sect spots? I'll make it up to you with two! " If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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