Lotus Pavilion in Tiandu Imperial City.

The "purple lotus" symbolizing peace in the north is suspended over the pavilion, rolling yellow pride, swaying gently with the breeze.

The old man stretched out his palm, facing upwards, gently holding the purple lotus.

Walking in the library of Lotus Pavilion, the darkness was illuminated, and the purple lotus was like a bright lamp.

Following Mr. Yuan Chun are the two Grand Secretary leaders of Ping Yaosi.

The dragon phoenix, wearing a black veil, was tall and delicate, and the soap veil of the straw hat swayed in the wind. She stretched out one hand and gently touched the scroll in the library. The books she touched had left the wooden frame and slung in the air.

Another Tai Yaoshuo Grand Secretary, who was the first to make a decision, sat honestly on the wooden waist drum pedestal on the bottom floor of the library, pressed his hands on his knees, and raised his head. The circular library, the books floating in the air at this moment, were hundreds of plans.

Mr. Yuan Chun walked with a lamp and had already reached the extremely high place of the library. The old man looked at him without looking sideways. The books behind him were like a flood. Under the control of the starry light of the dragon and phoenix, it flowed smoothly and gathered like a stream. After hovering in the hollowed-out part of the library, the light of the purple lotus flowed in it.

The breeze turns the book, like the Milky Way.

Mr. Yuan Chun held the flowers with one hand like a lamp, and the other hand was huddled in his sleeve. The light in his palm was introverted and unrevealed. The gullies in his palm were like chess boards. The overflowing light of the purple lotus swept into the sleeves, like chess pieces knocking into the plate, making a crisp and weak "click" sound.

Walking in the library, the hexagrams inside the sleeves are in the secrets of heaven.

Long Huang followed the teacher, and she kept raising her arm and touching the books in the library, constantly drawing out the books with starlight and throwing them into the air.

"Purple Lotus" is equivalent to the teacher's "eye".

Where the light is, it is equivalent to the teacher watching.

The teacher has read all these books that were drawn out and thrown out.

She just glanced at these books, including the recent trivial matters of Tiandu, the report on wars in the northern border, the struggle between the Pinggu in the southern border, the struggle between the east and west borders, and the "rumor" in the West Sea... Family affairs, state affairs and the world affairs, when the teacher used the purple lotus to deduce the Tiandu pattern, he would use the Sansi Secret Books with a radius of thousands of miles.

But as for the distance... Long Huang didn't know why the teacher was concerned about the Gu incident in the southern Xinjiang and the rumors in the West Sea.

I heard that a "big figure" from Penglai, Xihai came to the Great Sui Dynasty.

The Penglai Immortal Island in the West Sea is almost out of the Great Sui world and has nothing to do with the war in the northern border. Because of the great monks in the Nirvana realm, the ban in Penglai in the West Sea is very powerful, and the demon clan has not rush to erode this "immortal land". Over the years, the relationship between the West Sea and the Great Sui world has not been bad.

After the teacher's purple lotus clone returned to Tiandu, he received an "answer" from the big man.

The woman with a masked black veil looked unpredictable. There was only one person in Penglai, the entire West Sea who was qualified to meet with her teacher... The state of cultivation of the Penglai Island Lord was undoubtedly clear for a long time ago. The island Lord had already arrived in Nirvana, and it is said that his Nirvana was even more mysterious than the "Nirvana" imagined by the world.

The teacher once told himself that practitioners in the West Sea should not be underestimated, and their general realm is much higher than that of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Due to the first ancestor of "Penglai"... the practice path of Western Hai practitioners will become easier in a sense.

Mr. Yuan Chun, who was walking up the stairs in the library, walked to the end of the "stairs".

The dome of the library is not covered, and a formation carved by Mr. Yuan Chun himself was engraved on it. The light hangs in the sun, and the circle of the entire library is as if washed by the Great Sun Waterfall, shining brightly.

At the end of the night, you can see the starry sky and stars above the library.

There is still a big moon.

This is really an incredible scene... Stars and moon coexist.

Mr. Yuan Chun walked to the tenth floor of the library.

There are no stairs.

But there are books on it.

The old man stood at the end, looking up at his burly man, and could vaguely hear the whistling wind. Falling from here is no different from jumping off the roof of a restaurant.

He stepped out in one step.

A purple lotus appeared on the bottom of his feet, and he took the old man's stepping figure. The lotus fell slightly, and as the old man stepped on, the lotus continued to emerge.

Lotus grow step by step.

Long Huang, who was behind Teacher Yuan Chun, was "fortunate" to be treated exactly the same.

Two people are one in front and one behind.

The old man's purple Taoist robe swayed in the wind. The more he walked up, the fewer and fewer he hid the scrolls. The closer he got to the capping formation on the roof of the book building, the more fierce the wind became. The collection of books on the ten floors was set up, and the dragon phoenix following behind him silently retracted the right hand that slowly drew the book.

Mr. Yuan Chun suddenly spoke.

"Xu Lai from Xihai returned to Jianhu Palace."

Long Huang narrowed his eyes.

She had heard of this name. A long time ago, before the old palace master of Jianhu Palace had passed away, two young geniuses came out of Honglai City in the Western Region.

One is named Liu Shi.

The other one is Xu Lai.

The breeze is coming, and the water waves are not moving. Logically speaking, this name should be a gentle gentleman in the sword, or a scholar who is studying abroad. Unfortunately, neither is it. Xu Lai and Liu Shi Er were competing for the position of the young palace master of Jianhu Palace at that time, and were also competing for the "heavy snow" that had not been hidden yet.

In full swing, the final outcome ended with Xu Lai leaving Jianhu Palace.

"There are actually two swords in Jianhu, one called 'Harry Snow'. In the past few eras, the palace masters of Jianhu Palace would have picked up the Heavy Snow Sword." Mr. Yuan Chun smiled and said, "But there is actually one more."

"One more?"

Long Huang was a little confused.

As the head of the Ping Yaosi Department, she asked her own knowledge about the information and information of many sacred mountains in the Sui Dynasty and could rank among the forefront of the entire world... The foundation of the sacred mountain has basically not changed over the years. She has accumulated treasures for thousands of years, and each sacred mountain is only a few, with only a handful of them.

The "heavy snow" of Jianhu Palace is so powerful that it can almost be among the top three magic weapons in the world.

Mr. Zhao Rui from Dongyanzi cast "fine snow" with a white oil-paper umbrella, which was based on "heavy snow". He originally wanted to cast a simple version of "heavy snow". He did not want to be comparable to the heavy snow sword, but he wanted to collide with the two and not lose.

"'High Snow' appeared in the Battle of Tiandu Blood Night." Mr. Yuan Chun's forehead, the purple lotus, illuminated and dark, and his voice said hoarsely: "When Pei Min was in Tiandu Blood Night, he had received a sword from his disciple Xu Zang. The general from the North did not collect the sword. He used his fists and ten fingers, as well as the sword energy nourished by his own lungs to fight against the mountain masters of the ten holy mountains."

Yuan Chun stood firm.

"The snow in Jianhu was shattered by Pei Min's three fingers. The old palace master was killed on the spot by Pei Min's 'Sword-controlling finger'."

Long Huang listened to this sentence and his hair stood up all over his body.

A simple sentence outlines the invincible terrifying image of "Pei Min".

The old palace master of Jianhu Palace, she had seen it in the northern border. She held a heavy snow sword in her hand and suppressed the 5,000-year-old demon king, and even the dust on her body was not stained with dust... She also vividly remembered the horror of the heavy snow sword.

It was actually knocked to pieces by Pei Min’s three fingers?

Yuan Chun sighed, "It's not a complete victory. Pei Min was also secretly injured by the sword energy of the snow. Even if that man was in full swing, he would not be safe in the face of the siege of the top ten holy mountains, let alone... his opponent was not the master of the ten mountains."

Long Huang silently recited the forces that Tiandu Xueye participated in the siege.

"Jianhu Palace, Xiaowuliang Mountain, Qiang Mountain, Guifu Mountain, Taiyou Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Lingshan Mountain, Daleiyin Temple, Tiangong, Underworld..." Her voice had already trembled, "The mountain masters of these holy mountains have changed now."

Mr. Yuan Chun nodded softly and said, "The mountain master of Xiao Wuliang Mountain survived by chance. Ten years later, he was killed by Pei Min's disciple Xu Zang with one sword."

Long Huang's face turned pale.

What a terrifying combat power this is?

After Pei Min faced the mountain masters of the top ten mountains, his real opponent... is Your Majesty!

"If Pei Min was still there, the current battlefield of the gray world would be a different situation." Mr. Yuan Chun said softly: "Pe Min in his heyday had a record of suppressing the nirvana of three demon clans in the northern border. If there is really a 'god' in the northern border, then he will be the only 'god' in the northern border."

The war in the North is now...

There are countless creatures blew and died. There are many geniuses from the demon clan, and many golden bloodlines emerge. The prosperous era of the Sui Dynasty is about to be a little late.

But if the North General was...

Thinking of this, Long Huang looked dim and said softly: "Why did Your Majesty kill him?"

The voice fell.

Mr. Yuan Chun's purple lotus trembled gently.

The sound of the dragon phoenix was crushed by the starlight and drifted all over the sky.

The old man shook his head and said, "There are too many reasons."

Before they knew it, the two had already walked to the dome of the library.

Above my head is a bright moon.

The stars sway and flicker in the sky.

Long Huang held her breath. Now that she has truly reached the top, she discovered that the bright moon and stars in the dome of her husband's most precious library were actually a huge formation.

Mr. Yuan Chun said softly: "There is a formation on the roof of the library. Do you know what it is called?"

Long Huang shook his head.

She followed her teacher's purple lotus clone and had always wandered in the northern border, practicing the art of killing demons. The teacher put in great effort to quell the war in the northern border, and never took herself back to Tiandu to come to this library and take a closer look.

The gentleman looked at the huge bright moon that was so close to him. He was carrying his hands on his back, but now he slowly stretched out one hand.

"I grew up with His Majesty, accompanied him to study, and grew old with him. Now His Majesty has been around for six hundred years. This is not the end of His Majesty... but it is the end of mine."

Long Huang was stunned.

Her pupils contracted, and she couldn't believe that the teacher would say such things... Is the teacher's life span almost over?

"I am a person who reads books and believes in the truth." Yuan Chun looked complicated, and his hand held the bright moon across the entire sky.

Put your hands together.
To be continued...