Holding volumes and leaning against the window to read books. ?? Huo Ran?

The thing about a scholar can’t be called stealing, it should be called borrowing, but all useful information will be copied. There are all pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the library. I see the girl in the sun in front of the window licking the tip of the pen, and the edge of the pen swirls away.

Bai Yu would not steal books without any reason, which violated the principle of merchants.

However, useful or suspected useful information can be recorded. As the saying goes, a good memory is not as good as a bad writing. Although the brain is good, it is difficult to avoid confusion.

I went through two bookstores in a row, but found nothing.

However, when I was bored and flipped through the genealogy, I found an interesting clue, and maybe there was a discovery.

"The thirteenth patriarch of the Dongmen family, Dongmen Qingshu, only loves old and ancient books. After his death, he was buried with three hundred ancient scrolls, without any gold and silver utensils. He was buried in the ancestral land of the Dongmen family. Not interested in."

Throwing the genealogy back, the two somersaulted to the street to find a grocery store to buy some candles.

Holding the red candle in his hand, a certain dragon's freckled face was tangled.

"Seller, do you have white candles?"

"White candles? No, the candle-making workshops have all burned out, and the caravan that transported the raw materials lost their goods in the flash flood, or...would you just wrap them in white paper?"

A certain dragon was amazed at this honest and honest profiteer, which is really a rare talent.

It's not the first time that fooling a ghost has been done so easily.

"Forget it, red candles are red candles. Give me all the stock you have, don't wrap them in red paper."

"Don't worry, girl, I, Zhang San, have a good reputation in the neighborhood, and I'm genuine and innocent."

"..."

Bai Yu began to doubt his reputation.

Be prepared and wait for night to fall, it is not good to dig people's graves in broad daylight.

Considering the principle of trading, absolutely keep the tomb intact and not destroy the geomantic qi. In terms of feng shui, Bai Yu said that almost no one dares to claim the second place. Controlling the earth vein is not a casual talk. It all depends on the mood.

At night, no wind and no clouds.

An unknown night bird cooing in the gloomy cemetery, and fireflies fluttering in the grass.

A certain white completely disdains the so-called terrifying atmosphere. According to the year of burial, he should have been buried for four or five hundred years. He found the corresponding old tomb from the outside of the tomb, checked the tombstone covered with moss and mottled to confirm, and sneaked through the soil layer silently.

In the pitch-dark space, the dragon's claws can't be reached. Although night vision is available, a little bit of light is still excellent.

slap~

Light a red candle with a snap of your fingers, and place it in any corner.

Legend has it that this is the rule in the industry. If the **** crowing light is extinguished, you will not touch the gold. If the candle is blown out, you must put the things back. It is estimated that it is very difficult. Blow out candles.

Candles danced to illuminate the tomb, shadows swaying.

Non-royal royal family and non-immortal cultivator, the regulations of the tomb are insurmountable, and the blue brick mixed with glutinous rice paste is only the size of a room.

A few simple stone carvings on the wall are considered foolish embellishments. There is a heavy coffin in the middle, and bookshelves are placed around it. Maybe someone who really loved books before his death kept the tomb dry and kept it in an expensive wooden box, and he could not even smell the smell of carrion. There is a strong scent of books and ink.

"This guy is also a second person, interesting, but unfortunately there is a problem with the layout of the burial."

He raised his little hand and knocked on the coffin lid.

dong dong dong~

Like knocking on the door politely when visiting the door, this knocking on the door can have a lot of attention.

For example, in the ancient feudal era of an unknown country, there are minimum rules for knocking on the door. There is a light button on the front of the door to help. If not, it is enough to knock on the door panel with your knuckles. Two or three times are appropriate. If something happens, announce the good news three times, but be careful not to knock on the door or knock four times in a row.

Slamming **** the door is only used for mourning. If you mess up, you will be beaten, so be careful.

A white felt that it was a good thing for him to come to your grave all the way, so he politely informed him.

bang!

The coffin board shook, and several coffin nails were pushed up from the inside!

Watching the coffin deceive the corpse feels so boring. I knew that when I came in, I would release some momentum to shock it to death. I played this set in front of a dragon, not to mention a mere zombie. A look can settle it, forget it, it's not good to be too cruel to come to someone's grave.

Pushing open the lid of the coffin, a gray-black zombie sat up.

He opened his mouth and bared his teeth and wanted to roar, glanced at the back of the tomb staring at the bookshelf, pulled up the lid of the coffin and lay back down...

It's not that Nativity Lingzhi knows to put the cover on to avoid it, it's simply because the nails got stuck in the cracks of the wood when the cover was pushed open, and the moment the evil spirits dissipated and fell down when he saw the back, he naturally closed the cover.

The lowest level of zombies can't bear it just by looking at the back.

Spooky tomb.

The big red candles flickered, and the girl thought the air was not good, so she cast spells at will to attract fresh air outside, sat on the small bench and read books with relish...

At the same time thousands of miles away.

The light spots in the night sky became brighter and brighter, and a small flying boat rolled out of control and fell.

Two streams of light emerged from the flying boat and fled in opposite directions. Suddenly, the flying boat exploded and a stream of light chased one of them, and then the magic light flickered and jingled, and fell into the valley during the fight.

A certain fairyland immortal vomited blood and smashed into a deep pit~lightnovelpub.net~ looked at the short figure in horror.

"Don't...don't come here..."

On the opposite side, a gray-haired monkey with red eyes was very upset.

"Squeak! The little weak chicken dares to lie to me! Begging for a beating!"

When a stick fell, the dignified immortal's popularity was cut off, and even the oil flower seeds were beaten out. Although the realm was the same, it did not mean everything. The battle depends on talent.

The monkey was very angry and very refreshing, and just as soon as he ascended, he encountered two miscellaneous hairy gods.

At first, I thought it was very powerful, and I was careful not to offend, but I planned to sell myself in the mine to mine the stones.

Put away the valuables and hang it on the waist, pull off the robe and put it on by yourself.

Wear a straw hat.

It is the legendary Mu monkey and crowned, and it is interesting to see his own reflection in the water, jumping and screaming.

Originally, the mighty hair was burnt by the divine fire during the thunder tribulation, and when it was burnt, it turned into a gray and autumn appearance, three feet tall, with hunched over and round legs.

I don't know where I grabbed a stick, carried it on my shoulders and hurried on the road in the dark, just walking.

Maybe the merits gained from saving the world during the robbery came into play. I didn’t go to Heaven and I didn’t get sent to the realm of monsters. I just found a green mountain and green water, so as not to go to Heaven to be restrained and end up causing trouble and lawsuits. On a certain day in a certain year, there is a lower realm fairy ascending and nothing else.

The main world is very big, so big that monks are not common among ordinary people.

The gray-haired monkey wears large clothes and carries a stick to wander around freely. When he sees peaches, he picks and eats them.

After dawn, I suddenly sensed a familiar smell...

"Squeak~"

Turn the direction and disappear instantly.

A few leaves were swirling and falling on the spot, and the short figure was far away in the sky.