The best golden pupil

Chapter 1137 The Humiliation of the Sutra Pavilion
The Sutra Pavilion is the heritage of the Han family for hundreds of years, and it is also the foundation of their strength and foothold, and it is also one of the lifelines!

All the foundations of the Kunlun Realm were migrated from the original world. The methods in it were created by the ancestors and written by the descendants. Each has its own merits and is for the present to learn...!
Looking at the magnificent attic, Ning Tao was excited and full of anticipation. He didn't know what the methods in the Kunlun Realm were like, and what was the difference between them and the original world?

To be honest, he didn't dare to use the unique skills that he was good at before, because there are also great differences between the unique skills, and it is easy for people to see the clues and see through the identity.

In other words, all the unique skills he learned from the Wudang faction should be hidden as much as possible and cannot be used, but fighting is indispensable here, and some methods must be added.

He remembered that the new guest minister once had a chance to read the unique skills. This is an iron rule, and it just meets his needs. He hopes to find a unique skill that suits him.

But in fact, he wants to experience Taoism more, what kind of demeanor is the Taoism that surpasses the absolute knowledge?
"call……!"

Taking a deep breath, I finally walked into the... Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!

As soon as you enter, you will immediately feel a sense of books, with a strong classical charm, making you feel as if you are in the ancient times and immersed in the vicissitudes of ancient books.

Ning Tao was a little surprised, and looked forward to it even more. He immediately came to the manager's office and took out his guest token.

The manager was a middle-aged man with a cold attitude and was busy packing his things, but after seeing Ning Tao's actions, he froze and took the token.

"Your Honor, Ning... Ning Tao!"

When he saw these words, he narrowed his eyes, and suddenly thought of something, Zero showed a harmonious smile.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Ning, right? I'm one of the stewards in charge of the Sutra Pavilion. Just call me Steward Feng. You're here because you want to read some unique knowledge, right?"

When Ning Tao heard this, he nodded in surprise, but he couldn't figure out how this person's attitude became so gentle.

Guanshi Feng smiled and said, "Then come with me, and let me introduce you by the way, in case you don't understand."

"The Sutra Pavilion has three floors. The first floor stores the past rise and fall of my Han family, as well as some simple unique knowledge, and the second floor stores some powerful unique knowledge, which is well-known."

"And the third layer is the root of my Han family, Taoism, a method of turning decay into magic, which surpasses all unique learning, and is said to be a method close to immortals."

"Of course, this has nothing to do with you, so don't think about it too much. There are formations here that can make people despair!"

Guanshi Feng's faintly smiling voice sounded casual, but in fact there was a needle in what he said, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Ning Tao's face was calm, his eyes flickered, and he just followed behind silently, looking around secretly.

On the way, I met some people, including members of the Han family, guest officials, and stewards. They all looked at Ning Tao in surprise. The Sutra Pavilion is an independent existence, and stewards are naturally special.

But this young man actually wants Steward Feng to lead the way with a smile. What is this person's identity?
Everyone put down the things in their hands, looked at them with solemn faces, and a bold idea came to their hearts. Could it be that they are going to the second floor, or the third floor?
You must know that there are very few people who can enter the third floor, and the entire Han family can enter by no more than the number of hands.

"Tread...!"

The sound of these two footsteps became the only one in the Sutra Pavilion. Everyone held their breath and showed anticipation, whether they wanted to witness a miracle and get a glimpse of the...prestige of the third floor!
Suddenly, those two people stopped in their tracks, causing their hearts to tremble suddenly, and their pupils gradually shrank into the shape of needle eyes.

"Pfft...haha...haha...!"

In an instant, dozens of people were laughing up and down, laughing loudly, the laughter was so piercing that they even burst into tears.

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Hearing these laughter, Ning Tao's face was gloomy, his brows were full of gloom, and he looked back at those people, laughing so hard that he collapsed to the ground, and the source was definitely him.

He looked at the gentle-looking Steward Feng again, and motioned him to read it, but there was only a bookshelf in front of him.

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Under these ridicules, Ning Tao had a gloomy face, and walked slowly to the bookshelf. There are a total of more than a dozen books in different ages, some old and dusty.

At this time, the wanton laughter subsided, even Guanshi Ma looked solemn, and everyone's attention was on Ning Tao, as if a miracle would happen in the next second!
Ning Tao secretly guarded himself, lowered his eyes, took out the topmost ancient book, and lifted the dust away, revealing a few large characters, revealing a sense of desolation and loneliness.

"Autumn...wind...sweeping...falling...leaves!"

With doubts, expectations, and complexities, Ning Tao slowly opened the first page and saw some of the introductions.

This method is the loyal servant of the Han family, Lao Huang, who spent his whole life trying to find some spiritual power from sweeping the floor at the door. When the autumn wind comes out, he should sweep away all the debris...!
"Humph……!"

Seeing this, Ning Tao's face turned blue and red alternately, his eyes widened with anger, and he let out a muffled snort, a mouthful of reverse blood constricted in his chest, his eyes turned black, and a wave of hostility surged all over his body.

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Those dozens of people burst out laughing in an instant, and what's more, they were beating the ground, laughing wildly, as if they were going to laugh crazy, silly, and insane, with a strong sense of irony and ridicule.

"Our Han family finally had a big happy event. The sweeping old Huang, who had been dead for a long time, finally had an heir. Congratulations, congratulations, haha...!"

Ning Tao had a green face and bloodshot eyes. He looked at Guanshi Feng, and saw that he was smiling, still gentle, but now he looked like a skinny bastard.

I saw him laughing and said: "Ning Keqing, you can read and browse the amazing books on this bookshelf. If you can learn all of them, it will be a blessing to my Han family at that time."

"Ha ha……!"

When Ning Tao heard this, he was already furious. The laughter from all directions was like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.

"Crunch...!"

The fist loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, a hint of hostility appeared on the face, the eyes were full of golden light, and the clairvoyant eyes were opened, thinking whether he should desperately use the soul attack.

Today's shame, he has had enough!
There is also that Guanshi Feng who deliberately humiliates himself for no reason. He treats others with sincerity, but others deliberately destroy his heart. He treats him with kindness, but others bully him maliciously.

As soon as he raised his head, he planned to slash his soul knife with all his might, but the movements of his whole body froze suddenly, and his voice fell silent.

"what……!"

There was only a light sigh, but he was still stiff, maintaining the posture of raising his head, and his eyes were filled with a golden light.

In sight, there are six scrolls!
(End of this chapter)