Myriad Ages First Dragon

Myriad Ages First Dragon Chapter 84

2020-10-30

Chapter 84 Ancient Stone Tablet

Instructor Lin Qingya said, the day after tomorrow, go to experience and give the recipes preparation time of the day.

Therefore, there is no need to go to the Martial Discussion Hall on the second day. Long Qingchen got up early and planned to ask about the ancient book.

When he was in Earth, he only believed in science and not in ghosts. However, in this world, goddamn, there really are ghosts

Ghosts are actually floating around. The soul outside the fleshy body, as a cultivator, naturally don't have to worry, but on the night of the full moon, this ancient book will make some strange sounds, like a thorn, stuck in the In his heart, he was always a little uncomfortable, and he hoped that this mystery could be solved.

He brought the ancient book, came to the library, found the steward, gave a salute, and explained his purpose, "I want to find that senior, but I don't know where to find it?"

The steward hesitated After a moment, he said slowly, "The senior has no fixed residence, and his whereabouts are erratic. You can go to the Purple Bamboo Forest in the mountainside to try one's luck. Sometimes, the senior will take a walk there"

Long Qingchen thanked him and went to the mountainside.

Seeing his back as he left, 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, the whole body is purple, crystal clear and near-transparent, like purple jade, even the bamboo leaves are purple, from a distance, it is like coming to a fairy tale.

Shasha

Long Qingchen walked in, but there was a gloomy feeling, deathly silence, only the sound of his own footsteps could be heard.

He noticed that there was an ancient stone tablet buried under the fallen leaves, he walked over, stretched out his hand to push the leaves away, and saw that the stone tablet was covered with the inscription "densely packed" and three large fuzzy characters. , making his whole body shiver.

Evil Forest!

The font is dark brown, carved with blood, and has been discolored for too long.

Long Qingchen murmured to himself, "Is this Purple Bamboo Forest or the Evil Ghost Forest?"

"A long time ago, this place was called Evil Bamboo Forest, and time passed by. It's been too long and gradually forgotten."

Hearing the old voice, he turned around suddenly, and saw that the old man did not know when to stand behind, facing such a strong man, even if his senses were keen , is also difficult to detect.

Long Qingchen bowed and asked in confusion, "Why is it called Evil Ghost Forest?"

"Some ominous things have happened here"

The old man He shook his head slightly, as if he didn't want to say more, glanced at the ancient book in his hand, and said slowly, "Last night was the night of the full moon, did you hear it?"

"I heard some sounds, just , I can't hear you clearly."

Long Qingchen repeated what happened last night.

The old man stretched out a palm.

Long Qingchen froze for a moment and put the ancient book on his palm.

"I reminded you long ago that this ancient book is an ominous exercise. Now, what are you going to do?"

The old man slowly flipped through the ancient book, Instead of watching, he looked at him.

Long Qingchen was silent for a moment, "This ancient book is very compatible with my martial arts. Even if there is danger, I will continue to cultivate."

"With me back then His demeanor."

The old man suddenly laughed.

Long Qingchen paused for a while, "The senior has also cultivated this ancient book?"

The old man looked sad, "cultivated to Great Ascension."

" In the end, 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, you dare not continue cultivation"

Long Qingchen's eyes narrowed, "senior wants me to continue cultivation?"

Long Qingchen's eyes narrowed. p>

Hu

A True Fire suddenly rose from the old man's palm. The ancient book burned, withered, and curled, and finally turned into ashes and dispersed with the wind.

Long Qingchen didn't know why he suddenly burned the ancient book, but there must be a reason for him to do so, and he didn't ask too much. Anyway, he had already kept it in mind.

The old man sighed softly, "This ancient book has dangers and opportunities. I hope you can get through the dangers and get opportunities."

"I understand, more Thanks Senior for your guidance."

Knowing this is enough, Long Qingchen bowed, turned around, and strode away.

The silhouette staring at him became smaller and smaller, and finally, disappeared at the edge of Purple Bamboo Forest, the old man was dazed.

"What a little fellow that people can't see through, I'm just a loser, I just hope this little fellow doesn't go my old way"

Muttered to himself, the old man His body turned into a wisp of blue smoke, flowing into the ancient stone tablet, the black-brown font flashed a strange blood light.

"Have you seen that senior?"

As he passed by the door of the library, the steward looked at him strangely.

"I see, what's wrong?"

Long Qingchen always felt that this manager had hidden meaning.

The steward shook his head slightly, "It's better to go to less of that place."

"Why?"

Long Qingchen was puzzled. , and nothing unusual.

The steward said in a low voice, "A few years ago, a few dísciples broke in by mistake, and when they came out, they went crazy."

Damn, why didn't you tell me earlier?

Long Qingchen cursed secretly in his heart, but he didn't want to offend him. After all, the King of Hell is easy to see, but the kid is hard to forgive, and he is also the manager of the library anyway.

Seemingly seeing Long Qingchen's thoughts, the manager smiled embarrassedly, "For some reason, the place has been relatively quiet in recent years, and it's fine. Besides, that senior seems to value you more, he I will take care of you, so I didn't stop you."

"Thanks." deal with.

"Senior Brother Chen, I didn't see you early in the morning, where have you been."

Just after returning to the backyard of the shop, Su Qian'er walked over. In front of him, Su Qian'er was less shy and spoke more.

Long Qingchen said without thinking, "I went to Lingwu Academy, what's the matter?"

"Tomorrow, I will go out to practice, maybe I will camp in Savage Desolate Mountain. I'm going to Ling Martial City to buy a tent, do you want to go?"

Su Qianer's little hand grabbed the corner of her clothes, she was a little nervous.

Ask him?

Long Qingchen was a little funny, "Go, of course, I didn't buy a tent."

"Let's go then." Su Qianer's face was slightly red, and she walked to the wall Side, go over the wall first.

Long Qingchen touched his chin, such a beauty, it seems a little unsightly to climb over the wall every day, he is considering whether to buy a ladder.

Lingwu Academy is not far from Ling Martial City, two people walking, handsome men and women, naturally attracted a lot of attention, looking towards Su Qianer's turnaround rate almost reached 100%, Long Qingchen is 80%, barely able to compete with her.

Came to Ling Martial City, bought tents and some items for practice, after that, the two wandered on the long street.

“How do you sell this Buyao?”

Su Qianer squatted down at a stall and caught a Buyao.

The stall owner is a middle-aged woman, said with a smile, "Three twos of silver, seeing how beautiful the little girl is, I will erase the fraction for you, and go for three silver tael."

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Unexpectedly, the nameless practice in Long Qingchen's body is voluntary revolving, he can't help but look towards a broken wooden Buddha, the wood Buddha seems to be calling the nameless practice, which makes him a little puzzled, not knowing this wooden Buddha What does it have to do with Wuming Gongfa, and asked, "How do you sell that wooden Buddha?"

(end of this chapter)