I am invincible in Tianshi Mansion

Chapter 190 "National Mirror" (additional 18100!)

"Immortal Mansion Fahai? Zhou Xuan?"

"Ho ho ho..."

"The Immortal Master!"

The skinny Taoist bowed: "The minister is here."

"For this king, send a message to the cold-faced protector of the 'Jietian Sect', and say that the people of the 'Xianfu' will kill each one they see from now on!"

"As long as anyone who dares to call himself an 'immortal mansion', from the elderly in their eighties to the downborn children, will not keep a single one! As long as you bring the head of the immortal mansion to the king, you will be rewarded!"

"Here."

"In addition, Jie Tianjiao's hand cannot reach the thirteenth palace of Tianshi Mansion, so find me a few dead servants who don't want to die, and go to the door of the Secret Storage Department to block it! Whenever you see that Zhou Xuan, kill him directly. !"

"Here."

"Is there anything this king didn't think of? Can the immortal master have anything to add? If you dare to touch the reverse scale of my Baoding palace, you will definitely implicate the nine clans and wipe out the roots!"

The skinny Taoist thought for a while, and said, "Since Zhou Xuan is a new emissary, it is impossible for him to be rootless...Since he is hiding in the Secret Collection Department, we might as well attack the people around him first. .”

"Find out which continent he is from, deal with those close to him first, and lure him out. Even if you can't lure him out, you can still collect some interest for the princess first."

When Xia Guer heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said, "That's right, I will leave this matter to the immortal master."

"Here."

……

Zhou Xuan was completely unaware of the dark public opinion trends and the turmoil in Baoding Palace.

The next day, he came to the Library Pavilion like a normal person, and walked up the stairs. On the way, he vaguely hooked up some mysterious deeds related to himself, and the question mark on his head kept jumping like a Super Mario top coin.

In the end, he came to the Ministry of Culture with a black question mark face, reached out and took off "Guojian".

"The Ancient Pavilion's "National Mirror", you can read it." In Zhou Xuan's ear, the voice of Zangshuge's weapon spirit sounded in real time.

Zhou Xuan didn't pay much attention to it, and after listening to it, he sat down on the ground and slowly flipped through "Guojian".

"Guojian" is a very heavy book, which is different from the thickness of ordinary ancient books, it is really heavy.

It was made into a book cover with the refinement of unknown minerals, and it felt cold to the touch.On the cover of the book, the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas are engraved. Even if you hold it in your hand and just look at the cover, you can feel the rich and colorful scenery in it.

After flipping through three pages, Zhou Xuan suddenly froze.

The first three pages of "Guojian" are the author's message, which is nothing more than saying that the world is vast and rich, and the waves are magnificent...

And starting from the third page, it was supposed to start the appreciation of national style, but it was all blank pages.

Zhou Xuan flipped through several pages, all of which were blank, then flicked through them, and simply skipped to the end, but he didn't see any pictures or texts.

He also observed "National Mirror" with his good spiritual sense, but found nothing.

"Interesting." Zhou Xuan became interested. The experience of two lives told him that this book was either deliberately put here by some SB, or it was definitely not simple.

then.

"cough."

He got up silently, and returned "Guo Jian" to the bookshelf of the Ministry of Culture and Culture.

Just when Zhou Xuan put back "Guo Jian", an old man with disheveled hair in the library sighed faintly.

There are many scholars in Zangshu Pavilion, and many of them read Taoist scriptures and documents, or frowned, or were excited and joyful when they realized inspiration, so the faint sigh of an old scholar did not attract anyone's attention.

Naturally, Zhou Xuan didn't know. After releasing it to "Guo Jian", he looked through other classics of the Ministry of Culture and Culture.

The ancient books in the Ministry of Culture are the records of the customs and landscapes of the Great Xia Dynasty. Compared with the long history, it is a history of the evolution of human geography.

Zhou Xuan didn't know much about geography in his previous life, and in this life, he couldn't understand the geography of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, which was countless times more complicated.

He looked through the books of the Ministry of Culture with purpose, flipped through them, and spent a long time flipping through many books, trying to find the "cultural origin" of "Shicha Mansion" and "Jietian Sect" from them, but in the end it was all in vain. Apart from broadening my horizons a bit, there is nothing to gain.

A day passed quickly.

Zhou Xuan stood up and stretched his body. Looking around, he saw that the library was brightly lit, and there were not a few scholars who forgot to sleep and eat to study Taoism.

With a chuckle, he slowly walked down the steps of the Ministry of Landscape Architecture.

After today, he should no longer read the classics of the Ministry of Ancient History and the Ministry of Culture, but spend more time studying the dossiers.

Starting from the dossier, look for the clues of "Shicha Mansion" and "Jietian Sect".

The reason why I looked at the Ministry of Ancient History and the Ministry of Culture first is to think whether I can find some relevant clues first, or have a preliminary understanding of them.

It's a pity, now it seems that the only gain is the historical knowledge of the Great Xia Dynasty and the preliminary understanding of the world structure obtained from the "Thousands of Autumn".

After walking down the steps, he glanced back.

I saw that the Department of Ancient History and the Department of Landscape are listed there like two high mountains, recording the changes of the years and the changes of the floating world. No matter how time scrolls, they can no longer shake them at all.

"The past remains unchanged, and everything we experience today may be seen as just a page in a book in the eyes of future generations."

After reading a lot of books at once, Zhou Xuan felt touched, shook his head, sighed, and prepared to call it a day and leave.

However, at this moment, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

"The Department of Ancient History records the history of the Great Xia Xian Dynasty, and shows the scholars the struggle and struggle of the ancestors of the Xian Dynasty. Why are some people who are engaged in geography in the Department of Landscape and Culture listed alongside it?"

"Did I miss something?"

Zhou Xuan stepped up the stone steps quickly, and his fingertips walked over the literature and classics of the Ministry of Culture and Culture. In his mind, the contents of the books he had read before were constantly flashing back.

In the end, his eyes returned to "Guo Jian", and a light flashed in his eyes.

"Here you go!" He smiled and reached out to take off "Guojian".

"The Ancient Pavilion's "National Mirror", you can read it." A cold but not yin or yang voice sounded in my ear.

Zhou Xuan reread "Guojian", and soon came to the third page.

"Wow—"

Turn pages.

Blank.

Turning pages continuously, the back is also blank.

After Zhou Xuan flipped through the pages, he returned to the fourth page without any haste.

"Guojian" ah "Guojian"..." He touched the blank paper with a smile that was not a smile, as if he was talking to an old friend, and said with a smile, "You say you are a good book of ancient history. Why did you go to the Ministry of Culture?"

As soon as the voice fell, "National Mirror" resonated like a living, and a faint light actually flowed across the body surface.

In the dark corner of Zangshu Pavilion, the gray-haired old man raised his head in shock, staring at Zhou Xuan with his cloudy old eyes.

The next moment, in the depths of his eyes that were full of wind and frost, there was a faint sense of humanity flowing past...

"Could it be... him?"

(End of this chapter)