There are no signs of great catastrophe in some places in the Manxing Realm, but such signs have appeared one after another in most places, indicating that the day of great catastrophe is approaching.

Once the great disaster comes, let alone ordinary people, even monks will be in danger. There are many cultivators who have been destroyed during the great disaster.

The elders of the world will have the responsibility to resist the great disaster.

Of course, for monks who travel to travel, as long as they are careful, it is still not a big problem to survive, but life in the great catastrophe is always difficult.

Zhou Fan chatted with Xie Chunshui for a few words about the catastrophe, and then he went to find a book to read, while Xie Chunshui still lay on the desk as he used to doze off.

The four old men sitting in the main hall today were still yesterday. They came earlier than Zhou Fan. As soon as they arrived here, they sat down to read books and ignored anything.

Zhou Fan first came to the front of a piece of jade in front of the bookshelf, and the verdant jade was inscribed with complex runes.

This verdant jade is a collection of books. There are too many books in the hall. If it weren't for the collection of books classified, it would be too difficult to find the books you want to read.

Of course, the directory just gives the approximate direction.

Zhou Fan divided a trace of spiritual thoughts and sank into the verdant jade. He quickly searched. He had no clear purpose. His search stopped quickly. He walked over rows of bookshelf and soon found a book called the Geographical Chronicle of the Manxing Realm.

This helped him understand the customs and customs of the Barbarian Star Realm.

Zhou Fan took down the Geographical Annals of the Manxing Realm and browsed them carefully.

In a blink of an eye, another three days passed. In these three days, Zhou Fan, except for returning to the Great Wei Dynasty to harvest and nurture the strange groups, stayed in the capital to read some miscellaneous books.

In fact, he doesn't have to do this. As long as he finishes the meter, he can go back to his courtyard to practice, but he is still interested in these non-cultivation books and is willing to spend some time reading them.

Of course, he did not have the four old men in the Benxiangsi who were so obsessed with these non-cultivational scriptures.

On the morning of the fourth day, one of the old men suddenly shouted excitedly, "Finished, found."

The loud shout interrupted Zhou Fan from his reading state. He looked at the old man who had been silent and quiet in surprise.

"Let me see." The three old men hurried over, wanting to read the books in the old man's hand.

But the old man warned with a baby face: "Don't rob it, if it breaks, it's bad."

The three old men calmed down, but they all looked at the books in the old man's hands with a hot look.

Zhou Fan had never communicated with these four old men from beginning to end, so it was not convenient for him to ask what the old man had found so as not to cause any misunderstandings.

"What good thing has you found?" Xie Chunshui woke up from his dozing and said without hesitation: "You four old guys, if you hadn't been taking care of you on weekdays, even if you didn't starve to death, you wouldn't have been as fat as you are today. You have found any powerful martial arts, magics, and martial arts books."

"Go away, Xiao Xie, it's the juyuanji." The old man glanced at Xie Chunshui, "Are you still interested?"

"Jiuyuanji?" Xie Chunshui said unwillingly: "Let me take a look."

The old man was reluctant to hand over the book in his hand to Xie Chunshui. After all, Xie Chunshui took good care of them. Xie Chunshui glanced at him and threw the book back to the old man, "Are you sick? What's the point of searching for clues about the treacherous period all day long?"

"You don't understand, history makes people obsessed with it." The old man snorted coldly and said, "This is more important than breaking through the realm of cultivation."

"Yes, Xiao Xie, our history is shrouded in a fog, we can't see clearly, and we can't know what happened before ancient times. Someone must explore the truth of history." Another old man said in a deep voice: "And the rumor of the Yuan Dynasty is a very critical word."

"We have no hope of entering the country. Even if we can enter the country, we are willing to give up our practice and find out the truth of the historical origin for our descendants. This is the meaning of our true nature." The third old man said with a serious face.

"I'm disturbing, you can watch it slowly." Xie Chunshui yawned and turned around and left.

Four old men surrounded and started studying the book.

Zhou Fan only half understood. It turns out that these four old men are historians? But what is the matter with the Wuyuanji?

When he thought about this, the four old men quickly looked up and were disappointed. One of them sighed: "It's so regretful why the writer mentioned this."

"But this is already very good. Let's look for it carefully to see if there are any clues." Some of the four said comforting.

The four began to divide the work and cooperate. Some continued to read the very ancient book word by word, and some went to find out whether the writer had written other works.

Seeing that the four of them were so busy, Zhou Fan did not ask questions. He thought that he would find an opportunity to ask clearly in the future. He began to focus on reading his own book.

Until it got dark and the talisman beads used for lighting in the hall lit up, the four people were still busy with excitement and whispering in a low voice.

Zhou Fan looked at the expressions of the others and knew that they should have found something useful.

He stood up and looked around, and Xie Chunshui had already left.

He did not stay anymore, but called out his little sister and left the main hall of the Souji and returned to his place of residence.

The next morning, Zhou Fan woke up and touched his head, which was a little painful. He practiced the soul skills for another night last night. The soul skills were about to be completed, but he just didn't know how powerful it was.

If the power is far different from the first and second styles of the kitten, then he will be in vain.

But I think that no matter how weak the soul skills combined with the two laws are, they will not be much weaker. Even if they really don’t work, they are accumulating experience.

He got up and washed his face, and planned to take his younger sister to have breakfast.

But before he left the door, the sound transmission jade talisman on his waist lit up. It was the sound transmission jade talisman used by the Jie Lao Cheng to contact him.

There is still some time before Dianmao, and he doesn’t know anyone, so who will look for him at this time?

His mind turned to activate the sound transmission jade talisman. Xie Chunshui's low voice came from the sound transmission jade talisman, "Brother Zhou, where are you?"

"What's wrong with where you live?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Come to the minister of the capital." Xie Chunshui paused for a moment and said, "Fellow Daoist Lu and the others are dead."

Fellow Daoist Lu and the other four died?

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment before he realized that what Xie Chunshui was talking about was the four old men of the Yuanxiangsi.

He responded quickly and soon arrived at the main hall of the prime minister. The hall had been blocked and ordinary monks could not get close to it. There were a group of people standing inside, and there were about a dozen people guarding outside the hall gate.

"Brother Zhou." Xie Chunshui, outside the hall door, waved to Zhou Fan. Zhou Fan walked over and asked in a low voice: "What's the situation now?"
Chapter completed!