The First Dragon of All Ages

　　 Teacher Lin Qingya said, the day after tomorrow, I have to go to experience and give the disciples a day of preparation time.

　　 Therefore, there is no need to go to the martial arts hall the next day. Long Qingchen got up early and planned to ask about the ancient books.

　　When he was on the earth, he only believed in science and didn't believe in ghosts and monsters. However, in this world, his mother, there are really ghosts...

　　Ghost, in fact, is the soul floating outside the body. As a cultivator, he naturally doesn’t have to worry about it, but in the full moon

　　 night, this ancient book will make some strange sounds, like a thorn, stuck in his heart, always a little uncomfortable, hope to solve this doubt.

　　He took the ancient books and came to the library, found the steward, and saluted and explained his intention, "I want to find that senior, I don’t know where to find it?"

The manager hesitated for a moment, and slowly said, "The senior...has no fixed residence, and his whereabouts are erratic. You can go to the purple bamboo forest in the back mountain to try your luck. Sometimes, the senior will take a walk there. ......"

　　 Long Qingchen thanked him and walked back to the mountain.

　　 Looking at the back of him leaving, the manager opened his mouth, hesitated to say something, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he still didn't say it.

　　 Purple bamboo, the whole body is purple, crystal clear, like purple jade, even the bamboo leaves are purple, looking from a distance, it seems to have come to a fairy tale.

　　 沙沙...

　　 Long Qingchen walked in, but there was a gloomy feeling, deathly silence, only his own footsteps could be heard.

　　 He noticed that there was an old stone stele hidden by fallen leaves. He walked over and stretched out the fallen leaves. He saw that the stone stele was covered with dense inscriptions and three vague characters, making him chill.

　　Evil Ghost Forest!

　　 The font is dark brown, carved with blood, and it has changed color for too long.

　　 Long Qingchen muttered to himself, "Here, is it a purple bamboo forest or an evil ghost forest?..."

　　 "A long time ago, this place was called Evil Ghost Forest. After too long time passed, it was gradually forgotten."

　　 Hearing the old voice, he suddenly turned around, and saw that the old man didn't know when to stand in the back. Facing such a strong man, even if his induction was keen, it was difficult to detect.

　　Long Qingchen bowed and said in doubt, "Why is it called Evil Ghost Forest?"

　　 "Here, something ominous happened..."

　　 The old man shook his head slightly, as if he didn't want to say more, glanced at the ancient book in his hand, and slowly said, "Last night was the night of the full moon, did you hear that?"

　　 "I heard some sounds, but I couldn't hear them clearly."

　　 Long Qingchen recounted what happened last night.

　　 The old man stretched out a palm.

　　 Long Qingchen was taken aback, and put the ancient book on his palm.

　　 "I have reminded you a long time ago that this ancient book is an ominous exercise. Now, what are you going to do?"

　　 The old man slowly flipped through the ancient books, but instead of looking at him, he looked at him.

　　 Long Qingchen was silent for a moment, "This ancient book fits well with my martial art. Even if it is dangerous, I will continue to practice."

　　 "I have the style of my time."

　　 The old man suddenly smiled.

　　 Long Qingchen stayed for a while, "Senior has also practiced this ancient book?"

　　 The old man looked lonely, "I have cultivated to Mahayana."

　　 "Finally, what happened?"

　　 Long Qingchen was curious.

　　 The old man's eyes were strange, "I can't tell you for now, I'm worried, you dare not continue to practice..."

　　 Long Qingchen's eyes condensed, "Senior wants me to cultivate?"

　　Huh...

　　 Real fire suddenly burst into the palm of the old man, and the ancient books burned, withered, curled...Finally, they turned into ashes and dispersed with the wind.

　　 Long Qingchen didn't know why he suddenly burned the ancient books, but there must be a reason for him to do this, and it is not easy to ask, anyway, he has already remembered.

　　 The old man sighed softly, "This ancient book is dangerous and has chances. I hope you can survive the dangers and get the chance."

　　 "I understand, thank you senior for your advice."

　　 Knowing this is enough, Long Qingchen bowed, turned around, and walked away.

　　 staring at him, his figure is getting smaller and smaller, and eventually, he disappears at the edge of the purple bamboo forest, the old man is startled.

　　 "It's really a little guy who can't be seen through. I'm just a loser. I just hope this little guy will not go my old way..."

　　 murmured to himself, the old man's body turned into a wisp of blue smoke, flowing into the ancient stone monument, the black-brown font flashed a faint blood.

　　......

　　 "See... that senior?"

　　 When passing by the door of the library, the steward looked at him strangely.

　　 "I saw it, what happened?"

　　 Long Qingchen always felt that there was something in this manager's words.

　　 Guan Shi shook his head slightly, "It's better to go less in that place."

　　 "Why?"

　　 Long Qingchen is puzzled, there is nothing strange about it except a little gloomy.

　　 The manager whispered, "A few years ago, a few disciples broke in by mistake. After they came out, they went crazy."

　　 Damn, why didn’t you say it earlier?

　　 Long Qingchen cursed secretly in his heart, but it was not easy to offend. After all, the king is good to see, and the kid is hard to get rid of. Anyway, he is also in charge of the library.

As if seeing Long Qingchen’s thoughts, the steward smiled awkwardly, “For some unknown reason, the place has been relatively peaceful in recent years, but it’s fine. Besides, the senior seems to value you more and he will take care of you, so, I didn't stop you."

"Thanks."

　　 Long Qingchen said, and walked away quickly, not wanting to deal with this steward.

　　......

　　 "Brother Chen~www.readwn.com~ I didn't see you early in the morning, where did I go."

　　 Just returned to the backyard of the shop, Su Qianer came over. During this time of day and night, Su Qianer was not so shy in front of him and talked a little bit more.

　　 Long Qingchen casually said, "I went to Lingwu Academy, what's the matter?"

　　 "Tomorrow, I'm going out to practice, maybe camping in the wild mountains, I'm going to Lingwu City to buy a tent, do you want to go?"

　　 Su Qianer's little hand was holding the corner of her clothes, a little nervous, she seemed to have plucked up courage to say these words.

　　 Ask him?

　　 Long Qingchen was a bit funny, "Go, of course I will. I didn't buy my tent either."

　　 "Take it away." Su Qianer's face was reddened, she walked to the wall, and went out first.

　　 Long Qingchen touched his chin, such a beauty, turning over the wall every day... It seemed a bit unsightly, he was considering whether to buy a ladder.

It was not far from Lingwu College to Lingwu City. The two of them walked on foot. The handsome men and women naturally attracted a lot of attention. The turning head rate for Su Qianer was almost 100%, and Long Qingchen was 80%. Can barely compete with her.

　　 came to Lingwu City and bought tents and some items for training. After that, the two wandered around on the long street.

　　 "How can I sell this step?"

　　 Su Qianer squatted down in a small stall and struck a step.

　　 The stall owner is a middle-aged woman, and smiled, "You can see that the little girl is so beautiful, so let’s wipe out the odds and count the threes."

Suddenly, the nameless exercises in Long Qingchen's body worked on its own. He couldn't help but look at an incomplete wooden Buddha. The wooden Buddha seemed to be calling for the unknown exercises. This made him a little puzzled. He didn't know the wooden Buddha and the nameless exercises. What does the law have to do, he asked, "How do you sell that wooden Buddha?"