Su Tang's every move touches people's hearts. Every time he stands up from a chair, the old men downstairs will involuntarily hold their breath, prick up their ears, and turn their eyes to the stairs. After Su Tang returns to their original position, they realize that Su Tang is still reading, and then lets out a long sigh, with a slightly lost expression.

There are four elders in the Zangjian Pavilion, in charge of the east, west, south and north buildings. The elder of the East Tower is Ou Qi who died under the Su Tang sword. The elder of the West Tower is Mu Chunguang. He is not tall and has a very rich appearance. The elder of the North Tower is Ren Lianying. He pays great attention to his appearance. His beard is clean and his fingernails are extremely neatly trimmed. The elder of the West Tower is Hou Yulian. His name is a bit feminine, but in fact he is an absolute old man. He goes to different extremes from Ren Lianying and is dressed very sloppy. As for the name of the Sword Master, no one knows. When the Sword Master entered the Zangjian Pavilion, he said that he would forget the past and serve the sword with all his heart, so everyone called him Sword Master.

Su Tang got up and sat down and repeated it many times. There was nothing left to read the book, but the people below were a little exhausted.

"I can't stand it anymore..." Hou Yulian whispered: "Why haven't that kid finished watching it yet? It's getting dark?

"What's the hurry?" Ren Lianying looked at Hou Yulian with contempt: "I'm so old, I don't have this little self-control?"

"Hehe... do you have self-control?" Hou Yulian sneered: "Why do you still sweat if you have self-control?"

"Where is sweating?" Ren Lianying denied it.

"Okay, Lao Ren, actually... I can't bear to say it." Mu Chunguang said: "Your eyebrows are all blurred..."

"What?" Ren Lianying was stunned, hurriedly reached out and stroked his eyebrows, looked closely, and sure enough, his fingers turned black.

"I remember this guy's eyebrows turned white a long time ago, and then he turned black for no reason..." Hou Yulian sneered again: "What are you talking about when you are rejuvenated? What are you going to enter the realm of becoming a ancestral honor? It's all bullshit, it turns out to be dyed."

Ren Lianying's face turned blue and white, and he couldn't make a sound.

"The spiritual techniques on the 11th floor are mostly difficult to understand." Mu Chunguang saw that Ren Lianying could not come out of Taiwan, hurriedly changed the topic: "Do you think that kid can really understand it?"

"He has read all the books from the second floor to here. Mr. Jian has tested him more than a dozen times, but he has never been able to trouble him." Hou Yulian said: "You can remember so many spiritual techniques, but who are still missing?"

"Different." Mu Chunguang shook his head and said, "Didn't you see the ones in the top box? You can't practice until you are at the level of a great master."

Several elders, including Sword Master, have firmly believed in the prophecy that had been long ago, because there are so many spiritual techniques collected here. If you can really learn all the spiritual techniques, you will definitely reach an unimaginable level.

At this moment, Su Tang had finished reading the last book, and his eyes fell on a box above the first row of bookshelfs. I remember that in the morning, the box was not there, but was carried out by Mr. Jian from the corner. When he placed it on the bookshelf, he deliberately coughed a few times, as if he hoped he could notice it.

Su Tang walked over slowly, took the box, walked to the table and sat down, gently opened the box, looked at it in surprise for a moment, and then took out a piece of broken paper from it.

It was getting late, and Su Tang finally finished reading everything. In the palace of thinking, the bells were ringing, and rows of bookshelves extended far away, and each book was emitting a faint light.

Su Tang took a long breath, walked to the window, gently pushed open the window, and stared at the setting sun.

"Why don't you move?"

"That guy seemed to be pushing the window just now."

"Don't watch it anymore? Are you tired?"

"Old Jian, do you go up and take a look?"

Downstairs, the old men were whispering.

"It's not time yet, what should I do?" Jian Lao shook his head. Every time he approached Su Tang, he had to find a reasonable excuse so that he would not come over for no reason to show his respect.

Su Tang's body was motionless, but in his palace of thinking, the light became stronger and stronger. In a moment, the first book on the first row of bookshelf, which Su Tang had read first, began to tremble slightly.

The next moment, a figure floated out of the Sword Skill and landed on the field. Then he began to dance the sword in a stern manner. The Skill and Skill Technique was only a low-grade spiritual technique, so the power of the sword momentum was not very strong, and his understanding of the sword intent was also very limited.

Immediately afterwards, another figure fell from the second book, holding a giant axe to open the mountain, and slamming forward fiercely.

The collection of books in the Eight-Part Pagodas has everything except Gu Zhi, and is not limited to the Sword Art. The inheritance of Gu Zhi is a bit special and must be passed down by word of mouth. Moreover, after learning the Sword Art and Sword Art, you can use the corresponding weapon at will, but the power cannot be fully released. Gu Zhi cannot be learned, and there is no gradual enlightenment or sudden enlightenment. In a word, after reading the Gu Zhi, there is no use for no Gu insects.

More importantly, the Demon Gu Sect has always focused on witchcraft and is more harsh in the selection of disciples. It can be regarded as the lifeblood of the Demon Gu Sect. It is impossible to write the secrets, techniques, etc. of the Gu Sect in a book and let people read it.

The number of figures is gradually increasing, and the palace of thinking is slowly expanding. Every book will condense a figure, and each figure has different movements. Some are bent their bows and arrows, some are flying in the air, some are quickly turning and moving in a small space, some are waving big sticks, some are throwing away the sword, and some are dancing big guns.

Every figure is an independent small world, with tens of thousands of books collected, which are tens of thousands of small worlds.

After a long time, Elder Hou Yulian couldn't sit still anymore and whispered: "Old Jian, go up and see if something happened? Why is there no movement at all?"

In fact, Jian Lao had already felt anxious. When he heard Elder Hou Yulian's words, he raised his eyelids and looked at the sky. He stood up reluctantly, picked up the prepared fruit plate, and walked slowly upstairs.

After a moment, Old Jian hurried down again and said nervously: "That kid seems to have entered a state of meditation."

"I'm entering into a state of meditation? It's indeed a genius." Elder Hou Yulian was surprised and happy: "I said... I must not let him leave the Zangjian Pavilion to avoid being destroyed by the destruction and destruction outside. As long as we carefully cultivate it, from ten years to three to five years, there will be another peerless great practitioner in my Demon Gu Sect."

"It may not be...can be kept." Old Jian frowned and said, "That boy's nature is extremely unpredictable and he can't see through it at all."

"If you can't be soft, just be hard." Mu Chunguang glared: "I don't believe that we can't even keep a little kid together."

At the same time, in a side courtyard in Zangjian Pavilion, Zheng Jiaoxi sat on the chair with a cold face and said angrily: "Why haven't Xiao Liuzi come back yet? Have you taken the opportunity to go out and go wild again?"

"Master, don't be angry." A middle-aged man hurriedly smiled and said, "This is a big deal to avenge my junior brother. Xiao Liuzi will not be so serious. I guess he didn't find the European Society Master for a while, so he came back one late.

Zheng Xie snorted, his face relaxed a little.

"Master, what should we do if the European Society Master must protect that boy?" the middle-aged man whispered.

"I asked Xiao Liuzi to tell him, it's already very proud of him." Zheng Jiaoxue sneered: "If he still wants to protect him, then break up. Don't think that the head of the chief of the headquarters can do whatever he wants. At worst, I will take you to find the sect leader. I see who can laugh to the end."

"That's right, it's better for him to be more aware of his relationship." The middle-aged man said with a flattering smile.

"That kid hasn't left the Babi Tower yet?" Zheng Xuexi asked suddenly.

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Master, that kid is indeed a rare genius..."

"So what about geniuses?" Zheng Jiaoxue sneered: "Do you know what geniuses are afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of?" asked the middle-aged man.

"I'm afraid of premature death...hehe..."

Su Tang was always in that strange palace of thinking. Before, he wrote down all the spiritual techniques and just understand them first, and then find time to slowly comprehend them. But the moment he opened the window, he once again developed an inspiration. Why not borrow the consciousness of mechanical life and start comprehending them now?

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the night passes in a blink of an eye. Thousands of figures in the Hall of Thinking gradually stop moving. After a moment of silence, the figures begin to blend with each other and merge into one, and the number is rapidly decreasing. Finally, all figures merge together and become a giant Su Tang who is as high as the Hall of Thinking.

When the bell rang, the giant Su Tang suddenly turned into countless scattered spots of light and disappeared without a trace. Then, the palace of thinking slowly closed, drifting further and further in Su Tang's sea of ​​consciousness.

Su Tang's eyes regained their minds and looked into the distance. Yesterday at dusk, he saw the sunset here. So now he can't see the rising sun, but he can feel the warmth of the sun.

Su Tang felt that his heart had become extremely quiet and looked at the distant scenery silently. After a long time, he reached out and closed the window. After learning, he should leave.

At this moment, a violent wave of spiritual power came from afar. Soon, he saw Zheng Jiaoxi, who had met before, shooting towards him.

"The little thief dared to harm the Ou Society master, steal the license plate, and want to get into the Zangjian Pavilion to plot against others." Zheng Jiaoxi roared angryly.

Things in the world are so strange. If Zheng Xuexi really knew that Su Tang had killed Ou Qi, he would never dare to come like this, because he could kill Ou Qi naturally. Zheng Xuexi thought he had a clever plan and forced Su Tang to frame Su Tang, and then killed Su Tang to avenge his disciples. When the above questioned, he would also excuse himself, saying that he was angry for a moment, lost control, etc.

Zheng Zhixi never expected that he had a chance to be a murderer.

Su Tang looked at Zheng Zhi quietly, but Zheng Zhi thought Su Tang was panicked and didn't know how to deal with it. He shouted again: "Don't leave..."
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