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Instructor Lin Qingya said that he would have to practice the day after tomorrow and give his disciples a day to prepare.
Therefore, there was no need to go to the martial arts hall the next day. Long Qingchen got up early and planned to ask about the ancient books.
When he was on Earth, he only believed in science and did not believe in ghosts. However, in this world, damn, there really are ghosts
Ghosts are actually souls floating outside the physical body. As a cultivator, he naturally does not need to worry, but under the full moon
At night, this ancient book would make some strange noises, like a thorn stuck in his heart, always making him feel a little uncomfortable. I hope this mystery can be solved.
He brought the ancient books to the library, found the steward, bowed and explained his purpose, "I want to find that senior, but I don't know where to look for him?"
The steward hesitated for a moment and then spoke slowly, "That senior has no fixed residence and his whereabouts are erratic. You can try your luck in the purple bamboo forest in the back mountain. Sometimes, the senior will take a walk there. "
Long Qingchen thanked him and walked towards the back mountain.
Watching his leaving figure, the steward opened his mouth and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he still didn't say anything.
Purple bamboo is purple all over, crystal clear, like purple jade, even the bamboo leaves are purple. Looking from a distance, it feels like you have come to a fairy tale.
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When Long Qingchen walked in, he felt an eerie feeling. It was deathly silent and he could only hear his own footsteps.
He noticed that there was an ancient stone tablet buried under fallen leaves. He walked over and reached out to push aside the fallen leaves. He saw that the stone tablet was covered with dense inscriptions and three large, vague characters, which made him feel chills all over.
The evil ghost forest!
The font is dark brown, carved with blood, and has changed color over time.
Long Qingchen murmured to himself, "Is this the Purple Bamboo Forest or the Evil Ghost Forest?"
"A long time ago, this place was called Evil Ghost Forest. Time passed and it was gradually forgotten by people."
Hearing the old voice, he suddenly turned around and saw that the old man was standing behind him. Facing such a strong man, even if his senses were sharp, it would be difficult to detect him.
Long Qingchen bowed and asked in confusion, "Why is it called Evil Ghost Forest?"
"Some ominous things have happened here"
The old man shook his head slightly, as if he didn't want to say more. He glanced at the ancient book in his hand and said slowly, "Last night was a full moon night, did you hear that?"
"I heard some sounds, but I couldn't hear them clearly."
Long Qingchen recounted what happened last night.
The old man stretched out a palm.
Long Qingchen was startled for a moment and placed the ancient book on his palm.
"I have warned you a long time ago that this ancient book is an ominous skill. Now, what are you going to do?"
The old man slowly turned the pages of the ancient book, but did not look at it, but looked at him.
Long Qingchen was silent for a moment, "This ancient book is very consistent with my martial arts. Even if there are dangers, I will continue to practice."
¡°It has the same demeanor as I did back then.¡±
The old man suddenly smiled.
Long Qingchen was stunned for a moment, "Senior, have you also practiced this ancient book?"
The old man looked lonely, "I have cultivated to the Mahayana."
"Finally, what happened?"
Long Qingchen was curious.
The old man's eyes were strange, "I can't tell you for the time being, I'm worried that you won't dare to continue practicing"
Long Qingchen¡¯s eyes narrowed, ¡°Senior, do you want me to continue practicing?¡±
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The old man suddenly caught a real fire, and the ancient books burned, yellow, and curled In the end, it turned into ashes and dissipated with the wind.
Long Qingchen didn¡¯t know why he suddenly burned the ancient books, but there must be a reason for him to do so. It was hard to ask too many questions. Anyway, he had already remembered it.
The old man sighed softly, "This ancient book contains dangers and opportunities. I hope you can survive the dangers and get opportunities."
"I understand, thank you for your guidance, senior."
Knowing this was enough, Long Qingchen bowed, turned around, and strode away.
Staring at his figure getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappearing at the edge of the purple bamboo forest, the old man was in a daze.
"What a little guy that no one can see through. I'm just a loser. I just hope this little guy doesn't follow my old path"
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"Have you metthat senior?"
When he passed the library door, the steward looked at him strangely.
"I saw you, what happened?"
Long Qingchen always felt that there was something in this steward's words.
The steward shook his head slightly, "It's better to go to that place less often."
"Why?"
Long Qingchen was puzzled. Apart from being a bit eerie, there was nothing special about it.
The steward whispered, "A few years ago, several disciples broke in by mistake, and when they came out, they went crazy."
Damn it, why didn¡¯t you tell me earlier?
Long Qingchen cursed secretly in his heart, but it was hard to offend him. After all, the King of Hell is easy to meet, but the kid is hard to deal with. He is also the manager of the library after all.
Seemingly sensing Long Qingchen's thoughts, the manager smiled awkwardly, "For some reason, that place has been relatively peaceful in recent years, which is fine. Besides, that senior seems to think more of you and will take care of you, so, I didn¡¯t stop you.¡±
"Thanks."
Long Qingchen said and left quickly, not wanting to deal with the steward.
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¡°Senior Brother Chen, I didn¡¯t see you early in the morning. Where have you been?¡±
As soon as she returned to the backyard of the shop, Su Qianer came over. After spending time together day and night, in front of him, Su Qianer became less shy and talked more.
Long Qingchen said casually, "I went to Lingwu Academy. Is there anything wrong?"
"Tomorrow, I have to go out for training. I may camp in the wild mountains. I am going to Lingwu City to buy a tent. Do you want to go?"
Su Qian'er's little hands were holding the corners of her clothes, a little nervous. She seemed to have mustered up the courage to say these words.
Date him?
Long Qingchen was a little funny, "Go, of course I want to go, I didn't buy my tent either."
"Take it away." Su Qianer's face turned red, she walked to the wall and jumped over it first.
Long Qingchen touched his chin. It seemed a bit unsightly for such a beautiful woman to climb over the wall every day. He was thinking about whether to buy a ladder.
Lingwu Academy is not far from Lingwu City. The two of them were walking. The handsome man and the beautiful woman naturally attracted a lot of attention. The rate of turning back to Su Qian'er was almost 100%, while Long Qingchen's was 80%. He can barely compete with her.
They arrived at Lingwu City and bought a tent and some items for training. After that, the two of them wandered on the long street.
"How to sell this step?"
Su Qianer squatted down at a stall and fell in love with Yi Bu Yao.
The stall owner, a middle-aged woman, smiled and said, "It's three taels of silver. Seeing how beautiful the little girl is, I'll wipe off the change for you and make it three taels of silver."
Suddenly, the nameless skill in Long Qingchen's body started to work on its own. He couldn't help but look at a broken wooden Buddha. The wooden Buddha seemed to be calling for the nameless skill. This made him a little confused. He didn't know what the wooden Buddha and the nameless skill were. What does the Dharma have to do with it? I asked, "How can I sell that wooden Buddha?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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