Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 46
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

And the tenth floor beyond the ninth floor?
Aunt Lan held back her skirt, sat on the stone bench by the door of the library, and explained generously: "The iron cloth shirt does not have any unusual martial arts, its essence is to strengthen the physical defense, as long as your physical defense can If it grows, it can continue to cultivate."

Having said that, she paused.

"But the problem is that after breaking through the sixth floor, it will be difficult for one's physical defense to go any further. Every promotion is a grind. It is basically unrealistic to reach the tenth floor."

"Then why do you continue to practice iron shirts?"

Zheng Hao was puzzled.

"Hehe, as for why us armor refiners practice this kind of horizontal training method, you will know part of the reason when old man Du shows you the soul weapon tomorrow."

Armor refiner?
Chuhe caught another new name.

At this moment, he feels more and more that the Refining Armor Hall is not just for making magical weapons, but there may be other functions behind it.

"Okay, let's stop here today."

Aunt Lan stood up, her skirt fluttering, she floated forward, she turned her head to look at a few people: "Do you guys want to go shopping, or continue..."

"I want to go to this library to have a look."

Chuhe said suddenly.

"At this point in time." Aunt Lan glanced at the sky, then turned to look at the library behind her: "Yes, but we can't stay for too long."

Chuhe is at a loss. Could it be that there is still a time limit?
Aunt Lan didn't say much, and turned to look at the other two.

"I'm going home to announce the good news to my father."

"I...I want to ask about the cultivation of Iron Clothes..."

Aunt Lan nodded, rolled up her beautiful hair on her forehead, and said, "Then tomorrow, I'll take you to see Master Du and watch him build Horcruxes."

Everyone should be, and then leave separately.

Chu He turned around and entered the old Library Pavilion. The candlelight in his eyes was dim, the walls on both sides were peeling off, and the soles of his feet stepped on the old wooden boards, making the sound of grinding his teeth, which looked eerie and strange.

In the rows of scattered bookshelves, there are more or less a few books, which are messy and musty, like a wasteland.

Chuhe opened his fingers slightly, he didn't know the overall environment of Zangshu Pavilion, and he didn't understand why Zangshu Pavilion was so abandoned.

Picking up a yellowed book at first, flipping through it casually, only glanced twice, Chuhe stared.

"What the hell is this all about?"

After turning over a few pages, they were all filled with ghostly symbols, and the rest of the understandable words were related to bones, organs, etc. No matter how you looked at it, it didn’t seem to be related to refining tools, and the whole article was written in red dye.

Looking around, it feels a little creepy.

Chu He didn't believe in evil, and read several books again and again. Most of them were the same as the previous books, but a few recorded the forging process of some weapons and the fire and beating skills in it.

He crossed the bookshelves in the front row and came to the deepest part. The books here are relatively new, and there are almost no yellowed and reversed books.

Look around.

"Where are the martial arts secret books?"

Chu He took out a book, flipped through it casually, and found that it was still like those ghostly drawn symbols. He angrily put the book back on the shelf.

Chuhe understood why no one came.

Who can read these incomprehensible ghost books?
I don't know why Zangshuge has these books...

Thinking about whether to continue wasting time here, Chuhe suddenly found that the texture of the finger surface was not right. He raised his finger and swept it under the light, and there were a little red scratches on his finger.

Seeing the red residual dye, Chu He froze.

He hurriedly turned his head, pulled out the book that had been put back on the bookshelf before, turned to the original chapter, and glanced at it. The ghost character in the upper left corner had indeed been accidentally erased in half.

Chu He's eyes were fixed, he raised his finger, and wiped the other spells. His finger was wet, and the writing on it was blurred, and it hadn't dried up yet!

It's as if... as if it was just written!

despair!
The book fell to the ground, stirring up dust.

Chu He suddenly turned his head, raised his eyes and scanned his surroundings, the messy and crowded corridors of bookshelves, the flickering lights of fire flickering on and off, interlaced with light and shadow.

He stepped back carefully, not planning to stay here any longer.

Chihishasha...

The sudden sound of the pen tip rubbing against the pages of the book lingered in my ears, as if someone was writing vigorously, or scratching the ground with their fingertips.

Chuhe's face changed slightly, and his eyes became cold.

"Pretend to be a ghost..."

Weng——

The golden bell cover is unconscious and spontaneous, and the bright golden light shines around.

At this moment, Chuhe turned his head sharply and looked to the left.

An old man with pouting buttocks was lying in the corner, with his back to Chuhe, his shoulders were moving, as if he was really writing something.

The clenched fist was slightly loosened, and Chu He's eyes showed hesitation.

If it was weird, he would strike without a fuss, but when he saw the old man's clothes, he inexplicably thought of the image of the sweeping monk in his mind.

He rolled his eyes slightly, bowed his hands and said: "Senior..."

The other party did not give any response, still bowed his head and crouched.

"The senior is here, the junior will not bother."

Unable to see the history, Chuhe chose to take shelter from the wind for the time being.

When I meet Aunt Lan tomorrow, I will inquire about this person.

After the words fell, Chuhe backed away slowly, but when he was about to leave this side of the library, the old man's old and decayed voice suddenly sounded, and his tone was calm: "The things you want are in the second bookcase in the third row. The third book on the shelf, go get it."

Chuhe was overjoyed when he heard the words, secretly said that he is indeed a peerless master!

"Thank you senior for your pointer!"

He turned around, silently recited the reminder given by the old man, searched row by row, and finally found the bookshelf in a dark corner.

Chu He stared at the messy books, searching and guessing.

What could it be?

Could it be some peerless martial arts?
or about...

"found it!"

Chuhe obeyed the old man's words and took out the third book from the front row. The cover of this book was colorful and nothing could be seen.

Opening it full of anticipation, Chu He opened his eyes wide when he saw the first scene, and turned the pages faster and faster with his fingers.

"Damn! I was tricked!"

The book was thrown on the ground, and Chu He's face was full of anger.

The pages of the book were flipped, revealing mosaic portraits.

Huo Ran is a book of erotic pictures!

"Is that old fellow sincerely making fun of me?"

Angrily, he returned to the original place, only to find that the other party had disappeared, and a book of ghostly symbols was left in the original shrinking place.

"What's the origin of this old guy?"

Chuhe lost his mind and continued to stay, recalling Aunt Lan's previous advice and the embarrassing smile that could not be concealed.

She must know something!
After checking to no avail, Chuhe left Library Pavilion. At last, he glanced at the old plaque and disappeared into the light of night.

After Chuhe left, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared in a dark corner, and the next moment, the door of Zangshu Pavilion closed itself without wind.

(End of this chapter)