Valkyrie

Chapter 792

In Xuanyuan Mansion.

Lu Han just woke up.

Looks a little confused...

"There's something wrong with you these days!"

In the lobby, Qin Xuance was wrapped in a snow-white sable fur, and coughed twice weakly, looking extraordinarily pale.

"Something is wrong, I can already feel it!"

Lu Han nodded. Today, his face is still a bit dark, his cheeks have become narrow and thin, his face has a slightly modified beard, and his eyes are sunken, showing a different kind of majesty and silence, which makes people glance Can't fully see through.

Qin Xuance coughed twice, held the stove, and asked, "Because the level has risen too fast, something went wrong? You rarely slept until this time before!"

Lu Han shook his head silently.

Qin Xuance stopped holding the hand stove, feeling a little puzzled.

"I've been dreaming a lot in the past few days! Hmm... If raising my realm will cause me to dream frequently, it may be because of my realm." After thinking for a while, Lu Han said calmly.

Qin Xuance shook his head and continued to ask: "It was still in front of Tianxuan Pass. The battle was too fierce and hurt your own foundation? Although you went straight to the peak of the Martial King and retreated Chen Julu's army, it is impossible to harm the Martial Dao Not small!"

"What I cultivate is the heart, and if the state of mind is not damaged, everything else doesn't matter!"

Lu Han shook his head.

Qin Xuance put the hand stove on his knees, crossed his fingers and turned, gradually fell into deep thought, and then asked, "What dream is it?"

"The majestic giant mountain poured with thousands of miles of molten iron is in the shape of a reclining Buddha. Under the giant mountain, a weeping green dragon is suppressed. In addition, there are ninety-nine 81 iron cables that penetrate the body of the green dragon and completely nail it under the giant mountain. , don't move at all!"

Lu Han picked up the teacup, put it down again, and then frowned, "Qinglong's skin and flesh are cracked, and it hasn't healed for a thousand years. Its blood is all over a hundred miles away, but the blood in its own body has been drained. Skinny, only bones are left. A huge skeleton was released! It howled and neighed day and night, and was in great pain!"

At the end, Lu Han wrapped the cloak around his body, feeling a little cold, "Every time I dream, I feel like that green dragon. The blood in my body is drained, and I was suppressed under the ancient mountain. No ascension, no freedom."

In the hall, Qin Xuance gradually stopped turning his ten fingers, and asked seriously, "How long has it been!"

"Actually, it's been a long time!"

Lu Han smiled, "Since I can remember, this dream has been repeated. But in the past, it only appeared once a year at most. But after entering the realm of King Wu, this dream will appear every day, even if It is useless to increase the dose of tranquilizing incense."

Qin Xuance was silent.

He stroked the hand stove in his hand, repeated the movement, and finally spoke after a while, "In a few days, after Chen Julu withdraws from the border line of the Beiyan Dynasty, I will deduce it for you!"

Lu Han nodded, and continued: "There should be no serious problems, but I feel a little tired every day!"

Qin Xuance nodded and temporarily put aside the matter.

……

In Qingtian Martial Mansion, Lin Huang came back for two days.

I don't see Jun Qingcheng either.

Afterwards, Lin Huang went out of the back mountain and headed towards the Buddhist scripture pavilion in Wufu.

Among the three sects and six houses in Taixuan Domain, in terms of current strength, Qingtian Martial House is naturally at a disadvantage, not comparable to the glory hundreds of years ago.But when it comes to the background, it is definitely the deepest... This point can be inferred based on the size of the Sutra Pavilion.

It's just that in the past few hundred years, the Qingtian Martial Mansion has empty the treasure mountain of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, but they haven't dug up any good things.

According to Situ Huang's grave, Song Changling stayed in the Sutra Pavilion for almost half a month, and he was about to be dazed.

So Lin Huang took a look.

I heard that scholars sometimes become stupid while reading... Lin Huang came to see what a fool looks like.

The gatekeeper of the Sutra Pavilion is an old man.

After seeing Lin Huang, he let Lin Huang in without raising his eyelids.

As soon as he stepped into the Sutra Pavilion, Lin Huang felt the ancient atmosphere coming from the pavement. It seemed that the countless ancient books in the Sutra Pavilion had spirits, tainted with the breath of time...

Lin Huang's gaze scanned the rows of bookshelves, his ears moved slightly, listening to the sounds of martial arts, he felt that the sounds were constantly pouring into his ears.Every sound is particularly shocking, like a war drum, like a howling sword, like a dragon's chant...

Bi Linhuang used to be in the Sutra Pavilion in Piaoxue Palace, but it was too scary.

The martial arts here are all excellent.

But Lin Huang doesn't need it.

After meeting Qin Changsheng again, Lin Huang finally understood.Throughout the ages in the world, there have been very few people who can truly compare to Qin Changsheng.As for the world's martial arts, there are also very few who can surpass the world's dominance.He will not give up his murder weapon for a few good-looking toys.

Afterwards, Lin Huang appeared in a remote place in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

In this remote place, there is no book of martial arts.

It is full of ancient books related to the history, geography, culture, etiquette, religion, etc. of the mainland.

Ordinary martial arts disciples would only come to this place when their heads were pinched by the door.

As for Song Changling...

He's a crazy person himself.

After more than half a month of reading, a small half of the entire Sutra Pavilion has been turned upside down by Song Changling. All the ancient books are scattered and piled up, forming one small book mountain after another, and there is no place for the forest to set foot.

In the middle of the mountain of books, Song Changling sat on his knees, holding several ancient books in his hands. His face was pale and thin, but his eyes were piercing, and he was browsing the ancient books in his hands almost insanely.

Lin Huang picked up a roll of bamboo slips and smashed it on Song Changling's head.

"Who!"

Song Changling was persecuted suddenly, and he raised his head as if he was facing an enemy. After seeing Lin Huang with his bloodshot eyes, he lowered his head just now, and at the same time, he didn't bother to pay attention to Lin Huang's words: "I'm very busy now, don't bother me." I, if I have nothing to do, let's go quickly... Hey, you're back!"

Lin Huang smiled helplessly, "You have turned the Sutra Pavilion of Qingtian Martial Mansion into a dump, so what else are you looking for?"

"You are an ordinary man, I can't explain it to you!"

Song Changling didn't care about Lin Huang at all, and replied without raising his head.

Lin Huang was very helpless, squatted down, and snatched the ancient book from Song Changling's hand, "I'm afraid you'll make yourself foolish by focusing on your own horns. If your second uncle comes again in the future, he can't kill me with one punch ?”

"Don't worry, next time my second uncle comes, he won't touch you for safekeeping!"

When Song Changling got up, he was about to snatch the ancient book from Lin Huang's hand.

"Why?"

Lin Huang flashed past Song Changling's rushing body, looking at the ancient book in his hand, and asked.

"My Song family was thousands of years ago, but Hulong... um... Anyway, I can't, I can't explain it to you," Song Changling snorted, "I stayed here for half a day. Month, better than ten years of reading, I have deduced a lot of shocking secrets!"

"Tell me!"

Forest Road.

"I have nothing to say to you..."

Song Changling relentlessly snatched the ancient books from Lin Huang's hands.

Ok?
Among the piles of books, Lin Huang suddenly hummed.After closing the ancient book, he found out what the ancient book roughly recorded. He frowned and said:

""Biography of the Jun Family"..."

"Are you interested in Xingtian Temple?"

(End of this chapter)