"Master's handwriting?"

Lin Xian frowned, the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyes became condensed: "Fellow Daoist Hong, do you want to read the Master's handwriting?"

"good."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

As far as he knew, the Confucian master left a large number of manuscripts in his life, although they were also extremely precious, except for the manuscripts related to practice.

Otherwise, Confucianism does not exclude being seen by others.

In the final analysis, Confucianism is to govern the world and show learning, and it does not exclude spreading. On the contrary, the vast majority of Confucian students spend their entire lives promoting Confucianism.

Of course, there are manuscripts about practice, which are naturally kept secret.

But what An Qisheng wanted was not the way of Confucian practice, but wanted to use it as a medium to get a glimpse of the past.

Because of more than ten days of information collection, the three-hearted blue soul boy has already come to a conclusion.

The founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, or the history before the Great Zhou Dynasty, was completely erased!

"It's not impossible..."

Lin Xun pondered for a moment, but he didn't have any playfulness in his heart. He became a lot more serious: "Fellow Daoist Hong has a desire for the Master's thoughts, which should be the beauty of an adult."

An Qisheng listened quietly, Lin Xun's reaction was what he expected.

"However, for Confucian disciples like me, the Master's manuscript is too precious. Not to mention fellow Daoists, even I have only read the Master's book once."

Lin Xun took a deep look at An Qisheng, didn't know what he remembered, and suddenly smiled: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! The old man bet with fellow Daoists!

It's just that I lost, or I can try to get fellow Daoists to read the Master's handwriting. But Daoyou loses, so what? "

"I......"

An Qisheng was about to open his mouth when he suddenly frowned and looked back at the window.

The waves in his heart were ups and downs, and he seemed to sense a breathtaking murderous intent coming from a very distant place.

The murderous intention didn't know where it came from, but it was extremely fierce.

Such as being held against the eyebrows by a sharp sword.

wow~

In the sea of ​​​​heart, Sanxin Lan Lingtong jumped up, his face was extremely ugly: "Mr. Monster, we have been discovered!"

Sanxin Lan Lingtong's expression was dignified, and even a little frightened. The murderous intention that An Qisheng sensed was clearer and fiercer.

Because it is the direct spy.

But at this time, why should it be reminded?

An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and the bright mirror in his heart suddenly shone, and a fine line that revealed the void from the sea of ​​​​heart cracked.

It made a rapid sound like a tendon breaking.

This line was spread by Wu Feijing's Yuanshen brand as a guide to spy on the secret behind Wu Feijing.

Wu Feijing's method of surrogate death is not necessarily better than Wanyangjie's method of surrogate death, if An Qisheng wants to break it, he can't break it.

The reason why it is not broken is to spy on the secret behind it.

Being discovered, Ben was also in his expectation, and cutting it off at this time is naturally extremely fast.

hum~

An Qisheng sank into the sea of ​​concentration, staring at the mirror in his heart, and in a trance, he seemed to see a stretch of mountains and rivers that stretched for thousands of miles.

Under the mountains and rivers that stretch like a dragon, there seems to be an underground palace.

The underground palace is surrounded by mountains, and the dragons from all directions gather together, and its external inspiration is like a miasma. At this time, there is an extremely strong will that is recovering!

That will is like a substance, and the moment it emerges, all the mountains and rivers are shaken by it, and the turbulent wind is surging, and the inspiration is surging.

Faintly, there seems to be a pair of extremely cold eyes slowly manifesting!

It seems to be separated by time and space, and it lies in looking at each other.

.....

"How dare you!"

There was a cold reprimand, but it seemed that thousands of demons and ghosts neighed in unison.

In an instant, the huge underground palace roared and vibrated, the dust stirred, the dust flew up, and large tracts of sand and stones rustled down.

It seems that it will collapse and shatter in the next moment.

"puff!"

Unprepared, Wu Fei was as startled as a straw and seemed to be thrown out, smashing heavily on the palace wall, and a mouthful of blood mixed with viscera fragments was sprayed out.

"Sect Master!"

Wu Fei couldn't take care of himself, looked up, and saw that there were ghosts dancing wildly in the dark underground palace, swaying in the shadows, indescribably terrifying and strange.

The man in the cloak stood surrounded by shadows, and under the dark cloak, two scarlet lights flickered and burned.

"The door master..."

Wu Fei's hair froze in shock, and under the gaze of two eyes, it was like a mosquito that had fallen into amber, unable to move.

Click!

Just staring at it for a moment, under the cloak, a faint laughter suddenly came out: "Interesting, interesting."

With a smile, the violently shaking underground palace returned to calm.

Wu Fei was startled and trembling, knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed: "Sect Master, Sect Master spare your life! This subordinate, this subordinate doesn't know, I really don't know!"

He is not stupid.

I have already guessed that someone must have peeped at this place in some way, and it is very likely that it is through their own actions.

I was terrified for a while.

"You can't know the means to spy on this seat."

The ghostly light under the cloak disappeared, and it turned into a gloom like an abyss, but there was a bit of coldness in the voice:

"Of course, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime can't be escaped. After this task, if the merit is worth it, if the merit is not worth it, there is still a vacancy on the 'Lishun Banner' waiting for you!"

"Leaving the Soul Banner!"

Wu Fei's face was pale in shock, but he was still relieved.

After kowtowing several times, I suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but whisper:

"Sect Master, then, Daoist Na Hongxuan, when he killed me, Zeng, there were words left behind..."

"Oh?"

The cloaked man seemed interested.

Wu Fei took a deep breath and suppressed the trembling in his heart. He had no intention of conveying the words of Daoist Na Hongxuan.

But at this time, he still spoke.

"Daoist Na Hongxuan, he said, he said a few days ago that he would come to the door to find the door owner..."

As soon as the words landed, Wu Feijing lowered his head even lower.

"Hahaha! Interesting, interesting..."

However, the rage he imagined did not appear, instead a laughter echoed in the huge underground palace.

It stopped after a long time.

"50,000 years ago, there was a great demon who attacked the sky, and the war spread to the whole world, four continents, and four seas~lightnovelpub.net~ There are not a few demons, demons, and gods who have fallen..."

The man in the cloak stood in the shadows, as if talking to himself, but also telling others:

"This person, but I don't know who got the inheritance of the fallen person?"

Wu Fei, whose head was on the cold floor for a long time, was shocked to hear the words, and then he slowly raised his head: "The door, the door owner. You said Daoist Na Hongxuan..."

Of course, the voice stopped abruptly.

Wu Fei's face changed again in shock, what his sect master said was not to himself!

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Because, as his voice echoed.

In the dark and empty underground palace, a desolate voice suddenly sounded like a desolate voice that came from distant years:

"50,000 years are long, everyone who should come back should come back..."