Chapter 9 Book Pavilion

One day in the morning, Han Yuan has always had a good habit of getting up early. But at dawn, he has already got up.

Although he has been sleepless all night, it is more refreshing to use practice instead of sleeping. Sleepless for a day or two is just a small thing for Han Yuan, and he has long been used to it. Because of entering the inner door, he delayed his practice all day and could only make up for it at night.

It is not enough to be different from others and stronger than others. Talent, hard work and opportunity are indispensable. Whether Han Yuan really has talent is unknown, but if he wants to work hard, he still believes that he will not be worse than others. Since he met Fubo, he has never stopped practicing for a day. No matter how many things are delayed, he always has to squeeze out time and never wasted a day. Between.

"Spirit wood secret... has not been returned yet."

"earth and stone art...not yet returned."

"The Qingxin curse... has not been returned."

"Health care... has not been returned."

"Royal female skill... or has it not been returned? Shit! What do these guys want to do!?

In the morning, Han Yuan naturally read all the rules that the old man said before and knew what he was going to do here. In fact, he knew it the moment he entered the tower, because he actually saw a rusty copper plate above the tower door. The blurred words on it could be seen that the three big words "Tibetan Sutra Pavilion" were written.

Yesterday, because it was going to be dark when he came, and Han Yuan was a little far away. He was not in a hurry to take a closer look at it. I couldn't see it, otherwise I'm afraid he would have known it yesterday.

"This is really interesting. How dare you let me take care of the book?"

When Han Yuanchu stood in the tower and looked at the whole layer of classics, he was indeed happy, but when he looked at this layer of classics carefully and looked at the neat word "unfinished" on the page of the register, he was completely confused.

Not to mention the skills and spells recorded in those classics, they are simple and outrageous. Just say that his duty is to ensure that every registered book must be in its right place, and then look at the red and purple word "unfinished". It is a miracle that he can still stand here and not faint. .

Looking at the register in his hand, Han Yuan was really soft and thought a lot at this moment, but he didn't know where he had turned and where he thought. It took him a long time to come to his senses. The first thing he thought of was "So".

You don't need to ask Han Yuan to think of why the old man was so eager to catch himself. I'm afraid that none of the disciples who were originally in the "Three Immortals Mountain" would be willing to come here.

Places such as the "Tibetan Sutra Pavilion" are indeed the most important places in any sect. For those disciples, this seems to be a treasure mountain and a treasure house, but the "Tibetan Sutra Pavilion" of "Three Immortals Mountain" is obviously not such a blessed place.

You don't need to read every book carefully. Han Yuan can already know that this layer is afraid that these are classics that can't be more basic. Even those who are surprisingly weak in spells like him may not see the value of a glance, and only those disciples who are not new spells will borrow it.

If you just let him take care of these "children's books", there is no problem. At most, it's boring. Anyway, he just wants to find a place to devote himself to practice. As for skills and so on, if it's too bad, he really can't see it.

But the problem is that things don't seem to be as simple as he thought. Not to mention anything else, just those classics marked with undepaid are enough for his head.

Although these classics are basic, they are not original, or even one set, but according to the rules written by the old man, these classics cannot always be left in the hands of his disciples.

Although the disciples in the "Three Immortals Mountain" practice true and want to become immortals, they are all ordinary people. Who doesn't have an uncle and aunt? With these relatives, how can you not want to learn some "fairy methods" from them? Although the management of "Three Immortals Mountain" is extremely strict, there are always people who can still come up with a way to send things out, which makes it more troublesome for classics to fall into the hands of secular people.

"Well, I don't know if there is a chance to ask somewhere else. I'm afraid it will be difficult, right? After all, I'm a newcomer. Only others have the right to pick our share? Han Yuanjing sat on the chair, and the registration book had already been used by him as a tool to block his face. Although the morning sun was not strong, he also felt so dazzling in his current mood.

"Hey, let me borrow the 'clear heart spell'! Hello! Fall asleep? Hello..."

"Feed the fart! Do you have any eyesight? Didn't you see that the young master is in a bad mood now? What book do you want to get by yourself! You don't even call a brother, and you still want me to help you find it? Didn't you wake up?!"

"..." The crow was silent, and there was no real movement. After Han Yuan finished his words, there was no sound.

Indeed, as Han Yuan himself said, he was really not in a good mood now, but this sudden silence still made him a little curious, so he took the register off his face.

Looking up, the straw shoes he had kicked out with excitement did not fall to the ground, but coincidentally hang on a person's head, and the unfortunate guy's original jade crown was tilted there, and he was about to fall down. The man did not know it and looked stupid.

"...ha, ha~ha~hahaha~! This brother's style is very unique. Han Yuan was a little stunned when he saw this person's appearance.

Originally, the group thought that Han Yuan knew the identity of that person, so they were stunned. Unexpectedly, after a while, Han Yuan actually laughed first, and listened to the boy's words, he obviously played his brother Lin as a monkey and played with himself.

"I'll kill you!"

If Han Yuan didn't speak, maybe this guy would still be in a daze. He couldn't believe what was happening now. But Han Yuan almost fell off the chair with a smile. The man had completely reacted. Not only his face turned blood red, but also pulled out the sword at his waist, which really scared Han Yuanyi. Jump, fortunately, he didn't react slowly, otherwise I'm afraid he would have been all two paragraphs by that man.

"Really?" Looking at the neat incision of the chair and looking at the true anger of the other party, Han Yuan was a little surprised, "Don't you know that the rules of the sect are not allowed to use true qi and sharp weapons in disputes between the same family?"

"Nonsense! I, Lin Rong, want to kill people. When did you talk about the rules? No one wants to save you today!"

Look at this man's age, but his anger is not light. He was just teased by Han Yuan and shouted to kill him. At first glance, he is not a serious person. Looking at the " passerby armor"-like guys behind him, there is a feeling of "hid acquaintance" everywhere. Just looking at him, Han Yuan seems to have returned again. When he got to the outer door, the man in front of him also turned into a bully.

"Hey, it's really not big in the world. There are really many people like you. It seems that I have to teach you a lesson for your master!"

"Hmm?"

"Bang!"

Han originally thought that he had entered the inner door, and the people around him were at least practitioners. He was better than the outside door, but he didn't think about it. As soon as he got here, he met a domineering guy like a kingba, and he was even more than enough. If the previous sword had not reacted enough, with this brother's skills, I'm afraid Han Yuan would have become a dead soul under the sword.

If it's an ordinary person, Han Yuan may leave his hand, but he only uses a small spell and a small punishment, but he is not so kind to this guy.

Lin Rong only felt a flower in front of him. As soon as he could put the sword in front of him, he felt a huge force reaching his wrist, and the sword could no longer be held. Then there was a crisp sound, and his chest pain was unknown, and he fainted very simply.

Although Lin Rong didn't know what was going on, a group of people behind him could see it clearly. Han Yuan kicked out, not only kicking Lin Rong's refined sword into two pieces, but also bombarded Lin Rong with all his spare strength. However, the sound of sour ribs was enough to deter the whole audience, not to mention that neither of them could do it behind Lin Rong. He blocked his backward body and flew far outside the tower together.

"Remember, don't let this guy appear in front of me again. This time it's just a rib. Next time I don't guarantee that it will be somewhere else. As long as he dares to come again, come again! I'll hit it once!"

“......”

Looking at Han Yuan kicking away the straw shoes broken into two pieces on his feet at will, and looking at this poor-looking strange boy, the rest of the people don't dare to say anything more, but with a little effort, they have dispersed like birds and beasts, and they still have consciences. They know that they carry Lin Rong away the unconscious on the ground, and the remaining two unlucky people are completely He stumbled on his legs and finally ran away.

"Alas, the only pair of shoes ended so well. What bad luck!" With bare feet, he saw a straw shoe on the ground broken in half, and the other was trampled by the group of guys while running. Han Yuan was quite helpless and felt that he was afraid that he was going to "transport", but he turned to good luck, and he turned bad luck.

Although Han Yuan himself is not afraid of Lin Rong's sword, even if he is really cut on his body, it is only a white seal, but his shoes are not a treasure, but they are made of ordinary weeds. Not to mention the sword in the other party's hand, that is, ordinary swords can be scratched casually, maybe it will be completely dispersed, just "closely connected" with the other party's sword "Touch" There is really nothing to say about this end.

In fact, Han Yuan did not expect that the other party had time to react. Although he could not compare with himself, the boy's reaction could be regarded as first-class for the practitioner. After all, few ordinary practitioners pay attention to exercising physical reaction ability. According to Han Yuan's judgment, that Lin Rong Shao I'm afraid that there is also Wang Ren's strength in the near and middle of the early stage, but in terms of pure strength, maybe it's more.

silently picked up two obviously unrepairable straw shoes, patted the gray soil on them, and carefully put them in your arms.

"Well done, boy, but be careful. The kid is the disciple of the old monster in the ground. If he changes his face, he won't do anything to you, but if that guy is not easy to say, there is nothing special. You'd better get out of here less. If you go to a place where I can't take care of, you will meet him. Just ask for more blessings."

"...isn't it? Do high-ranking guys like them also look up to small people like me? Will the small one attract the old one? Do you want to be ashamed? We are decent people~~! This is too... huh? Er!"

Before Han Yuan finished expressing his feelings, he flew down a thing from the stairs. The speed was not like a hidden weapon or anything. Han Yuan also took it very happily and took it in his hand. It was a pair of cloth shoes. Just looking at the Yingbao light on it, Han Yuan knew that this thing was afraid of the clothes worn by Wang Ren and others. They are all made of spiritual silk. Although the style is average, it is not a matter of warm winter and cool summer, mosquito repellent and ants.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Oh, you are interesting. Do you say that you are only profit-oriented? Or is it better for you to see money?"

"Well, I prefer to be called 'real'."

"..." Although he couldn't see Han's embarrassed look, he only listened to him, and the old man upstairs didn't know what to say.

"Remember to take care of a good layer of classics, and you must withdraw all the classics at the specified time, that is, if the old poison really wants to kill you, you have to take back those classics and die again!"

"Ah?" Han Yuanbai got a pair of shoes and was still happy, but he didn't expect that the old man could not see him happy at all. Before he was happy for a while, he had poured down a "pot of cold water". Han Yuan was "worryed" about the uncertain future again.