B most' = new chapter ^, section 3 on *q

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the heritage of the Han family for hundreds of years, and it is also the foundation of their strength and foothold, and it is also one of the lifebloods!

All the roots of the Kunlun realm have migrated from the original world, and the methods in it have been created by the ancestors and written by the descendants, each with its own merits, for the present people to learn ......!

Looking at the magnificent attic, Ning Tao's heart was excited and full of expectations, I don't know what the methods of the Kunlun realm are, what is the gap between them and the original world, and what is the difference?

To be honest, he didn't dare to show his mastery here, because there is also a big difference between them, and it is easy for people to see the clues and identify their identities.

In other words, all the mastery he learned from the Wudang Sect must be hidden as much as possible and cannot be used, but fighting is indispensable here, and some means must be added.

He remembered that the new Keqing had an opportunity to read through the master's exercises, which was an iron rule, and it was exactly what he needed, hoping to find a book that suited him.

But in fact, he wanted to see the Dao Law even more, what kind of style was the Dao Law that was above the peerless school?

"Whew......!"

Taking a deep breath, I finally walked into the ...... Scripture Pavilion!

As soon as you enter, there is a rush of bookish breath in your face, with a strong classical charm, which makes people feel as if they are in ancient times and immersed in the vicissitudes of ancient books.

Ning Tao was slightly surprised, and looked forward to it even more, so he immediately came to the management office and took out his guest token.

The steward was a middle-aged man with a cold attitude, and he was busy packing up his things, but after seeing Ning Tao's actions, his movements froze, and he actually took the token.

"Inferior guest, Ning... Ning Tao!"

As soon as he saw these words, his eyes narrowed, and suddenly he thought of something, and Zero showed a harmonious smile.

I saw him smile and said: "Ning Keqing, right, I am one of the few stewards in charge of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, just call me Feng Steward, you should want to read through the mastery when you come here, right?"

When Ning Tao heard this, he nodded in surprise, but he couldn't figure out how this person's attitude could become so gentle.

I saw Steward Feng smile and said, "Then come with me, and introduce you by the way, so that you don't understand it very well." ”

"There are three floors in the Scripture Pavilion, the first floor stores the past rise and fall of my Han family, as well as some simple masters, and the second floor stores some powerful masters, which are famous. ”

"And the third layer is the foundation of my Han family, the Dao Law, a method of turning decay into magic, which is above all peerless learning, and is said to be a means close to immortals. ”

"Of course, this has nothing to do with you, don't think about it too much, there are formations here that can make people desperate!"

Steward Feng's faint smiling voice came, which seemed random, but in fact, there were needles in his words, which made people feel very uncomfortable listening to it.

Ning Tao's face was calm, his eyes flickered, and he followed behind without saying a word, looking around secretly.

On the way, I met some people, including the Han family, Keqing, and the steward, all of whom looked at Ning Tao in surprise, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an independent existence, and the steward is naturally special.

But this young man actually asked Steward Feng to lead the way with a smile in person, this person ...... What exactly is the identity?

Everyone put down what they were doing, looked at them expectantly, and a bold idea came out of their hearts, are they going to go to the second layer, or, the third layer?

You must know that there are very few people who can enter the third floor, and the number of people who can enter the entire Han family will never exceed the number of hands.

"Stomp on ......!"

These two footsteps became the only one in the Scripture Pavilion, and everyone held their breath, looking forward to it, if they wanted to witness a miracle and get a glimpse of the third layer...... Mien!

Suddenly, the two of them stopped, causing their hearts to tremble, and their pupils gradually shrank into pin-and-needle eyes.

"Poof...... Ha ha...... Haha......!"

In an instant, dozens of people laughed forward and backward, laughing heartily, the laughter was extremely harsh, and even laughed into tears.

"Haha...... Haha......!"

Hearing these laughter, Ning Tao's face was gloomy, his eyebrows were gloomy, he glanced back at those people, and collapsed to the ground with laughter, and the source was definitely him.

looked at the gentle-looking Steward Feng again, and motioned him to go and read it, but in front of him, there was only one bookshelf.

"Haha...... Haha......!"

Under these ridicules, Ning Tao looked gloomy, and slowly walked to the bookshelf, there were more than a dozen books in total, and the atmosphere of the age was different, some were old, and some were dusty.

At this time, the wanton laughter decreased, even the horse steward was solemn, and everyone's attention was on Ning Tao, as if a miracle would happen in the next second!

Ning Tao was secretly vigilant, lowered his eyes, took out an ancient book on the top, and lifted the dust away, revealing a few big characters, revealing a sense of desolation and loneliness.

"Autumn... Wind... Sweep... Fall... Leaf!"

With doubts, expectations, and complexities, Ning Tao slowly opened the first page and saw some of the introductions.

This method is the loyal servant of the Han family, Lao Huang, exhausted his life's strength, from the door to sweep the floor to find out some spiritual power to use, as soon as the autumn breeze comes out, when sweeping all the debris ......!

"Humph......!"

Seeing this, Ning Tao's face alternated between blue and red, his eyes widened angrily, and he snorted even more, a mouthful of reverse blood was stuffed in his chest, his eyes were a little black, and a wave of anger surged all over his body.

"Haha...... Haha......!"

Those dozens of people burst into laughter in an instant, and even more were pounding the ground, laughing wildly, as if they were going to laugh crazy, laughing stupidly, laughing crazy, with a strong sense of irony and ridicule.

"Our Han family finally has a great joy, the sweeping old Huang, who has been dead for a long time, finally has a successor, congratulations, congratulations, haha......!"

Ning Tao had a green face, bloodshot in his eyeballs, and looked at Steward Feng, only to see that he was smiling, still gentle, but now it seemed to him that it was a miscellaneous piece with a dough.

I saw him smile and say: "Ning Keqing, this is a powerful bookcase, books, you can read and browse at will, if you can learn them all, my Han family was blessed at that time." ”

"Haha......!"

When Ning Tao heard this, he was already furious, and the ridicule coming from all directions was like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and each handle was penetrating through the heart, piercing into the bottom of his heart, deep in the depths.

"Crunch ......!"

The fist was loose and tight, tight and loose, a touch of anger appeared on his face, his eyes were full of golden light, and his perspective eyes were opened, considering whether he should desperately use his soul to attack.

Today's shame, he's had enough!

There is also that Feng steward, who deliberately humiliated himself, for no reason, he treated others with sincerity, but others deliberately ruined his heart, he treated him with kindness, but others maliciously bullied.

As soon as he raised his head, he was about to slash out his soul desperately, but the movements of his whole body suddenly stiffened, and there was no sound.

"Huh......!"

I only heard a soft sigh, still stiff, maintaining a posture of raising my head, and my eyes were filled with a golden light.

In sight, there are six books...... Reel!