Chapter 18 Xuanwu Pavilion

After a busy night, Yan Feng ordered Yan Song and Yan Jia to rest all morning and buy hundreds of weapons to support the facade in the afternoon. After saying that, they yawned and walked to the second floor. Yan Song and the two were also exhausted and were about to go back to their rooms to rest. At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door. Yan Jia was stunned: "Who?"

Yan Song saw that she was so nervous and hurriedly said, "It's okay. Go and open the door."

Yan Jia not only didn't go, but also stepped back a few steps: "Go and drive, I'll hide."

"You are a slave now. Hurry up and open the door." Yan Song pointed to the door and pretended to be angry.

Yan Jia pouted: "Ok, you bullied me as soon as you moved here." Saying this, he had already stepped forward a few steps and opened the door. He was seeing Yan Yan: "Is that you?"

They met in the field of first-level fierce beasts a month ago. On that day, Yan Jia dressed up as a man, and the girl in pink couldn't recognize her. In the face of Yan Jia's question, although she was confused, she did not care about the words of Yan Jia dressed as a maid, but chose to ignore them and directly came to Yan Song and said with a smile, "Today, the Xuanwu Pavilion is open. I will ask you to choose the magic skills together. ."

Feeing Yan Jia's angry expression after being ignored, Yan Song snorted coldly and said, "I didn't sleep last night. I have to make up for it. You go first." With that, he had to turn around and walk back.

"Is Brother Yan Song free in the afternoon? I'll wait for you." Yan Yan still asked with a smile.

Before Yan Song opened her mouth, Yan Jia rushed to say, "The young master wants to accompany me to buy some weapons in the afternoon. There are no adults in our family. Unlike other ladies who have no worries about food and clothing, we must do some weapons trading to support ourselves."

Yan Yan didn't seem to hear the "maid"'s words, and still looked at Yan Song with a smile and answered. Yan Song stood calmly for a while, and then said to the motionless Yan Yan, "Is there anything else?"

Yan Yan stagnated, and then her eyes loosened and slowly lowered her head: "Oh, it's okay. Brother Yan Song is busy first. I'll come to see you tomorrow."

"No, those skills in the family are not suitable for me." After saying that, Yan Song turned around and walked upstairs. Yan Yan didn't say anything, and the smile on her face gradually faded away.

Seeing this, Yan Jia finally felt a little happy. She turned her eyes and suddenly said in a similar coquettish tone, "Go and have a look. The skills in it are not suitable for you. Maybe it is suitable for me. Can you choose one for me?"

Looking back at Yan Jia, Yan Song said to Yan Yan with some dullness, "Well, let's go tomorrow."

Yan Yan stopped talking, but forced a smile. Before she turned around, she withdrew her smile, followed by a lotus step and walked far away. When Yan Yan went far away, Yan Jia walked to Yan Song and asked with a smile, "Is this little girl interested in you?"

"You seemed to be interested in me just now!" Yan Song said in a fake anger.

"Who is interested in you!" Yan Jia's little face was rigid, and she turned around and walked upstairs.

I went to bed in the morning, bought weapons in the afternoon, and the day passed in a hurry. The next morning, Yan Yan really came to knock on the door again, and Yan Song went with her to the family Xuanwu Pavilion to choose skills. Before leaving, Yan Song felt a little inappropriate, so he took off the ring in his hand and secretly stuffed it into Yan Jia's hand, and then walked out of Jianzhai with a little peace of mind.

Along the way, Yan Yan waited for Yan Song to speak, but the people beside her were particularly sultry and didn't say a word. When she was speculating about the other party's thoughts, she had already come to the door of Xuanwu Pavilion.

When an elder appeared in front of the door, the two walked into the cabinet and looked into their eyes. Twenty or thirty teenagers were looking left and right to choose their own skills. When a teenager saw Yan Song coming, he immediately smiled and greeted them with great respect. When the rest of the people heard the words, they also turned around and greeted them one by one. Seeing this, Yan smiled and nodded to others, but Yan Song couldn't stand the atmosphere. She nodded awkwardly and walked to the bookshelf.

The bookshelf around the wall is full of book leather paper, new and old, thick and thin, listed around. He looked around for a week and saw that the bookshelf on this floor were only red and orange. He knew that there were only two-order magic skills of Zhenwu Chi and Orange here, and the powerful ones were still on the top, so he didn't look carefully and went straight to the second floor. Seeing Yan Song going upstairs, Yan Yan also followed.

The number of people on the second floor is a little less than on the first floor, but the figure is still shaking. Yan Yan glanced at the yellow and green bookshelf and walked upstairs again: "There are only Zhenwu yellow steps and Zhenwu green steps here. It's not too late to try the green steps upstairs first, and then come down."

Without answering, she turned around and found that Yan Song had already walked to a bookshelf with "bow and crossbow mysterious skills". After a moment of doubt, she came forward curiously: "Does Brother Yan Song need the martial arts?"

"I chose it for Sister Jia." When speaking, Yan Song's eyes carefully selected on the bookshelf.

"Sister Jia?" Yan Yan was stunned. Obviously, she didn't know who the sister Jia was in Yan Song's mouth.

"It's my slave." At this time, Yan Song's eyes stopped on a mysterious skill.

Yan Yan's heart thumped and said very puzzled, "She's just a slave. Brother Yan Song, how can you--"

"I am also a human servant, just like a waste is a human being." Yan Song carried out the mysterious power, opened the boundary on the bookshelf, and chose a real martial arts green-level mysterious skill with a very old paper page: the crossbow archery, and continued, "Just like this mysterious skill, although the appearance is old, it is full of martial arts, which is much better than those fancy hardcover books."

Yan Yan was speechless, and her jade face turned red. After a long time, she suddenly found that the young man in white had taken the old book to other places, bit her cherry lips, and the girl followed again. After strolling around the second floor, Yan Song was about to leave. At a glance, he found a familiar word in the corner.

Yan Yan also noticed those three words. Although she was in a bad mood at this time, she was puzzled about these three words: "The secret of Shenglong? Many children will play this kind of popular mysterious skill, because there is no practical value, and few people pay attention to it. How can it be provided here by the family?

A teenager next to him saw this and hurried up to talk to him: "Sister Yan, you don't know. When the elder brought us here yesterday, someone also asked. The elder said that this requires the legendary special skills to practice, but looking at the elder's expression, he is also doubtful."

Yan Yan thanked the teenager, nodded and smiled at Yan Song, as if she wanted to recall the joy of her childhood. She began to talk about the funny story of Yan Song leading her to practice the dragon ascension when she was a child, talking about the innocence and funny part, covering the cherry and smiling from time to time.

"Special skills?" Yan Song did not say anything about Yan's words. He didn't even hear it at all, let alone smiled with the other party. He only saw him move his mysterious spirit, opened the boundary, then took out the Shenglong formula, opened it and browsed it. He found that the Shenglong formula in this book was very complete, recording many moves that had not spread to the people.

When the door was closed, Yan Yan's cheeks turned red. At this time, although she was curious about Yan Song's behavior, she no longer had the intention to ask. You know, it was too late for ordinary teenagers to compliment her. How could they be like the people in front of her, who were neither reasonable nor amorous?

Yan Song put Shenglong's secret into his clothes and walked upstairs. Yan Yan, who was worried next to her, was stunned, and then shook her head helplessly, pouted her little mouth, and followed her to the third floor.

There are only a dozen figures on the third floor. This is the mysterious skill of Zhenwu Qingjie and Zhenwu Lanjie. With the boundary alone, few people can open it. The people who come up are just feasting their eyes, and few people hope to take it away.

Maybe Yan Ke's father is the patriarch, and he has a lot of mysterious skills, or Yan Ke is seriously injured and inconvenient to go out. Yan Song glanced here and didn't find him. But when he swept away, he found Yan Li. At this moment, the boy was concentrating on bombarding a boundary and didn't notice anyone else.

"Yan Li? I saw you working hard here yesterday. Why are you still addicted today? Although Yan Yan was angry, she was still amused by Yan Li's funny behavior and walked towards him.

When Yan Li heard the words, he subconsciously turned around, but his eyes suddenly touched Yan Song's figure. His body immediately trembled and hurriedly avoided the other party. He looked at Yan Yan, but did not say anything, and then turned his head to break his luck.

Yan Song also came over curiously, came forward and saw that the book said, "Zhengwu Qing-level Xuanji: Soft Sword Secret." Thinking that this guy shook out a white soft sword on his belt a month ago, it was a good match with this mysterious skill.

Seeing Yan Song walking behind him, Yan Li was stunned all over. Yu Guang looked carefully and found that the other party was reading a book. Then he was relieved and was about to continue to punch and break the seal, but was pushed to the side by Yan Song.

Yan Li suddenly turned around, walked softly, and looked carefully at Yan Song: "What are you doing?"

Yan Song didn't say anything. He pointed out Po Xuan with his right arm. The tip of his little thumb suddenly glowed slightly, and pointed to the boundary. The boundary was slightly rippled, but it was about to calm down. At this moment, Yan Song suddenly shouted, "Qixuan!"

The faint light of the little finger that was about to disappear suddenly flashed, and the ripples at the boundary were surging, and it was smashed with a buzzing sound.

Ah? This..."

Yan Li suddenly stunned. He has been stabbed since yesterday. To this day, he has been stabbed for several hours. It's not as good as a person's little finger and poke it gently. Yan Yan covered her little mouth with an incredible expression.

Taking out the soft sword secret, Yan Song took a look and handed it to Yan Li's hand, who was there. After that, he staggered and held it on the bookshelf next to him. Yan Yan quickly walked up to help Yan Song. She knew that in yesterday's comparison, Yan Song was also as weak as paper after hitting Qixuan.

Looking at the soft sword secret in his hand, Yan Li's expression was complicated. He suddenly turned around and said to Yan Song, "What do you mean?"

"In order to help you get this mysterious skill, you have lost your strength. What do you mean?" Yan Yan turned around and said annoy to Yan Li.

Yan Li clenched his fists and became angry. He really didn't understand what the other party was going to do: "I took this mysterious skill to deal with you!"

"If you have the kung fu, it's better to think about the value of your life." Relying Yan Yan's help, the young man in white staggered and walked downstairs alone.