Can A Scholar Be Called A Villain?

Unborn Dafa

The sedan chair was bumpy, and there was no one bothering along the way. Murong Lin quickly came to the palace from Chilinfang. The prince over the age of eighteen is considered an adult and cannot continue to live in the imperial palace. He can have his own palace in the 108 squares of the capital, and he can also patrol the world for the emperor.

With the memory in his mind, Murong Lin came to the library inside the imperial palace, which was also the library at the Murong family of the royal family. The decoration here is restrained and the outside is covered with bamboo forests, and “bamboo” has always been the sustenance and emblem of the Murong family’s will.

The two old men guarding the library are not seen on weekdays, and they will come forward to identify them only when they have to go to the third floor. He has always been a master of Primordial Creation Realm, and his divine consciousness can envelop the entire bookstore. Murong Lin let the entourage stay outside and enter the pavilion alone. Once inside, a breath of formation came out, refreshing.

“I have seen two old patrons, Murong Lin here.” Murong Lin stood three steps from the door, nodded and said, then he checked on the first floor.

Most of the books on the first floor are the secrets of the Huangjie exercises and spiritual skills, all of which are paper manuscripts. Murong Lin walked into the practice area, the spiritual consciousness spread out, and the secret thought system absorbed the records. In less than a quarter of an hour, tens of thousands of yellow-level exercises have been integrated into the “Wusheng Dafa”, but because of the low level, It cannot push the “Wusheng Dafa” one step forward.

Murong Lin stepped onto the second floor again, and the books on the second floor were not paper books, they were all recorded in jade slips. The jade slip is no more than the size of a thumb, and the internal information can be read when placed on the forehead. First, it is small and convenient for storage. Second, it can be stored longer than paper. Third, it can also be placed on someone to spy.

However, Murong Lin is already a master of Primordial Creation Realm, and the information in the jade slip can be read outside of the divine sense. Half a quarter of an hour later, Murong Lin read and absorbed the profound level exercises on the second floor, and finally promoted the process of “Wusheng Dafa”.

Before coming to the third floor, two figures suddenly appeared. They were two old men in black clothes with white hair standing tall and looking very stable.

“The third prince wants to go up to the third floor? Is there a manuscript?” asked one of the old guards.

“No, but I remember that the opportunity to go to the third floor from the coming-of-age ceremony hasn’t been used yet, hasn’t it?” Murong Lin’s face remained unchanged, and said behind his hands.

“Yes, but His Royal Highness the Third Prince only has one chance, and has to enter half an hour.”

“know.”

“Please.” The two elders stepped aside, and at the same time manipulated the formation to open the door on the third floor. A voice came from a distance, “Three princes, don’t damage your belongings.”

Murong Lin didn’t say a word, and walked up to the third floor.

The jade slips placed on the third floor are more than a hundred times less than the second floor, because they are placed with some profound-level and high-level exercises that are not inferior to the low-level, and there are also some ground-level exercises and fragments. But this kind of exercises has a huge content, and it takes time for a stick of incense to scan one copy of God’s consciousness, and only twelve books can only be read for half an hour.

But Murong Lin had already calculated it.

Although the Wanben Huangjie exercises on the first floor could not provide the training process, some of them had miraculous effects, which was why he dared to go to the third floor.

“Tianluodiwang”, “Floating Light and Glimpse”, “Quiet Sword Technique”.

In the fusion of “Wusheng Dafa”, these three exercises became a strange technique, enough for him to read hundreds of books here.

After half an hour, Murong Lin walked out again pale.

Uncle Bai hurried forward, took out a mysterious-level high-level “Shenzhen Pill” from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Murong Lin. Murong Lin took it orally, moving spiritual power to urge digestion, stepped onto the sedan chair and said softly, “Go back.”

Old Uncle Bai swept his gaze in the surrounding bamboo forest with his left light, followed behind the sedan chair and said, “Your Highness, there are some spies around.”

“It’s okay.” Murong Lin’s voice came from the sedan chair. “It should be from the brothers and brothers.”

“Yes.” Old Uncle White nodded, but couldn’t help but asked curiously, “But why did your Highness come to the library today and wasted that opportunity?”

“The technique is flawed… You ask those people to come over at night.” Murong Lin said a vague remark, but Old Man Bai’s face changed drastically and was extremely pale.

He didn’t dare to say anything more, closed his mouth and followed quietly.

Murong Lin is also not afraid of leaking this sentence, there are only two of them here.

Yes, the four strong men who carried the sedan chair were not humans, but puppets made by living people.

In the sedan chair, Murong Lin smiled and checked his system interface.

“”Wusheng Dafa”: High-level tiers, nurturing high-level tier skills…”

“Yes, this lifeless Dafa is really interesting. It directly instills the key points and experience of the exercises and seizes the world for your own use. Hehe. However, it is still a bit slow. Thinking of my dignified three princes, it is even serious. There are no high-level techniques, the old emperor’s old man, and the woman’s side, it’s really Damn it… Prefer it, spoil it! One day, I will get everything back!” Murong Lin looked grimly Get up, this is the resentment of the predecessor when he died, and now the hatred and dissatisfaction engraved in his bones passed down to him.

Now the emperor spoils the six princesses, leaning most of the resources on her. The eldest prince is supported by most of the court officials, and the second prince is supported by the Murong family. The four princes are supported by the family of the rich and the first. The fifth and seventh princes are supported by the military, even the young eight princes. There is a side of the sect to rely on.

Only oneself, no one can be trusted.

My father, the Murong family, doesn’t like him, because his mother Xue Guifei’s family is not a vassal of the Murong family, and the mother Fang Xue has her own children. Although she has taken up some resources by virtue of her prince’s identity, it has become more and more in recent years. Recklessly proud, even the cultivation resources provided to him every month are not enough for a cultivator of the Netherworld Realm.

Even the cultivation resources have to be grabbed by oneself.

Damn it Damn it Damn it!

The two thoughts that survived from Murong Lin’s predecessor to this day are the seizure of the throne and revenge against the Snow Clan.

In the evening, Murong Lin sat in the study, while Chen Yong stood by and reported.

“I have purchased a lot of medicinal materials and still have a lot of money? Have a childhood sweetheart, the groom’s daughter? Haha, this is really a template for the protagonist!” Murong Lin laughed after hearing Chen Yong’s report to Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan is the protagonist he discovered today.

It was also the first protagonist he found in this world.

Moreover, the protagonist in his mansion has hatred with many of his guards.

It seems that there is either an old grandfather who makes alchemy with him, or there is a divine tool for alchemy at any time.

This is much easier to deal with.

Murong Lin thinks that the most troublesome protagonist is the one who is small and grows old. He prefers to cut grass and roots.

“What is the origin of the horseman?” Murong Lin asked carefully.

“No, five generations of ancestors have been grooms, but only a daughter in this life, I am afraid that the incense will be broken.”

“Very well, wash his daughter clean tonight and send it to my room.” Murong Lin smiled, as the lights flickered, Chen Yong seemed to see the devil.

However, this is the normal third prince.

“Yes.” Chen Yong arched his hands and walked out of the study.

Murong Lin clapped his hands boredly, the lights flashed, and then resumed swaying.

But two more figures appeared in this quiet study in an instant.

Wearing a blood-red robe, pale face, and terrifying eyes, he exudes unstable strength in the Primordial Creation Realm.

“I have seen the master.” The two said in hoarse voices, respectfully bowing.

“Call me the chairman.” Murong Lin said lazily.

“I have seen the chairman.” The two men said again, bowing their heads and standing aside.

One of the tall, thin people took out a white porcelain bottle from his Qiankun bag and handed it to Murong Lin, saying, “Master, here are three ten thousand blood pills, the fruit of these three months.”

Murong Lin looked at the white porcelain bottle on the table, tapped on the table with one hand, shook his head and said, “It’s too slow. No need to keep arresting people for alchemy.”*