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Shi Feng quickly broke up the fight, "Okay, okay, stop arguing. Little Hulu, you came just in time. I have something to ask of you."

"What's the matter? Do you want me to treat Sister Qin's illness?" Xiao Gourd was very excited and rolled up his sleeves.

"It's not a cure. I have a bunch of torn books here. I remember you have Tianshuang Powder on your body. Can you restore it?"

As he spoke, Shi Feng flicked his hand, and a large pile of shredded paper appeared on the ground, with various strange words vaguely written on the paper.

During the Battle of Liyuan in the Illusion of All Souls, apart from seven worn-out magical artifacts on the bookshelf in the east stone room, the rest were stacks of Buddhist scriptures. These Buddhist scriptures were all copied by Zen Master Xueyin himself.

As a result, Gu Haoyang, Tie Zhan, Bai Ya and others fought over the treasure in the stone room. As a result, the bookshelf fell over and all the Buddhist scriptures were shattered by the force of their palms.

Shi Feng was careful at that time and ordered the Horned Demon Dragon to collect all these scraps of paper. However, there were more than a million of these scraps, and they could not be put back together at all, so they remained piled in the bones of the black turtle.

"How is it? Can it be restored? I remember that Tianshuang Powder can automatically identify adjacent fragments and quickly glue them together..."

The little gourd touched his forehead, "But it's okay, but you have too many pieces of paper. It will take many days to scatter!"

Yun'er sneered, "Stingy guy!"

"Smelly bitch! I need you to take care of it!" Xiao Gourd immediately retorted.

However, he finally took out a bottle of Tianshuang Powder and blew in a breath of spiritual energy. A layer of gray-white powder flew down and covered the pile of shredded paper.

It was as if there was an invisible big hand sorting and gluing on the ground. The hundreds of fragments stained with sky frost on the top began to move, but only a dozen or so fragments could be glued and identified.

Another layer of sky frost blew down from the small gourd, and a dozen more pieces stuck together.

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As the number of scraps decreases, the bonding speed gradually increases.

It took a full meal to use up the two bottles of Tianshuang Powder on Xiao Gourd. More than 90% of the fragments were glued together, and it was restored into more than 70 volumes of Buddhist scriptures. Only five or six hundred fragments were left on the ground. .

"No, I have used up all the Tianshuang Powder, and the rest..."

Shi Feng interrupted happily, "No, no, that's enough. There aren't many fragments left. Compare the shape with the words on it, and you can find the corresponding position manually. I'll do it myself."

Yun'er flipped through it casually. It was full of strange characters, but he didn't recognize any of them, "What is this?"

"Buddhist scriptures."

"Why do you read so many Buddhist scriptures? Do you want to become a monk?"

"Of course I'm useful. Just sit here and I'll come back."

Shi Feng put away the scriptures and hurried out of the house. The little gourd shouted from behind, "Hey, hey, big man, let me remind you that Tianshuang Powder only temporarily binds. After half a year, the potency of the medicine disappears, and the scriptures will be reduced to pieces again."

"Half a year? That's enough, that's enough."

Shi Feng ran out of the hall, took out the messenger talisman, and said a few words in a hurry. Then the flying sword was unsheathed, and just as he was about to step on it, someone waved from the side of the mountain road, "Brother Shi, Brother Shi."

Shi Feng looked at it intently and stopped, "Oh, it's Miss Lang. Why are you alone? Didn't Mr. Xiang accompany you?"

Previously, Shi Feng ordered his eighth junior sister Xiang Jun to accompany the Lang family and his daughter on a tour of Shigu Mountain.

"Yes." Lang Zilin said hurriedly, "Sister Xiangjun has been with us for more than an hour, flying the sword to four or five peaks. Dad said that we have disturbed you for too long, so he asked me to say goodbye to you."

"Oh! You're welcome, Miss Lang. Where is your father?"

"He is waiting for me at the mountain gate."

In the bones of Xuan Turtle, Long Er said with a smile, "There is no father at the door who asked his daughter to come up to say goodbye. It is obvious that this little girl wants to be alone with you for an excuse. Since she came to the door, it only takes a quarter of an hour. Just find a cave..."

Shi Feng's face sank, "Shut up!"

"Don't you have more than a quarter of an hour..."

Shi Feng said warmly to Lang Zilin, "In this case, let's go down the mountain together. I also want to see off your father."

The two of them picked up their magic weapons and ran down the mountain side by side.

"Brother Shi, do you still remember what I told you last time?"

Shi Feng was stunned, "I'm sorry, I have too many things going on recently and I am very forgetful. What you are saying is..."

Lang Zilin seemed to sigh slightly, "I heard that your Shigu Mountain Peak is rich in purple bell flowers. They bloom all over the mountains and fields, as if hanging with strings of bells. They are very beautiful. I will let you pick some and give them to me..."

"Oh, I remembered!" Shi Feng slapped his forehead, "It's a pity, it's a pity, the purple bell flowers bloom in spring, and it's the end of October now, so I can't see them. Do you like this flower? Next time, I will pick some and let them Yuan Shan, Wei Peng and others will give it to you."

Lang Zilin said lightly, "My mother liked it very much, so she named me Zilin. Of course I also like it..."

The two chatted all the way, flying with their swords, and it took only a moment to reach the mountain gate. Lang Huan was waiting at the door.

Shi Feng said many words of thanks and gave each of Lang Huan and his daughter a spiritual weapon.

After saying goodbye, Lang Huan invited Shi Feng to come to Fengwu Villa when he had time, but Lang Zilin was in low spirits and didn't say much.

After seeing off the Lang family and his daughter, Shi Feng did not leave, but still stood at the gate of the mountain.

After a while, the Feng sisters from Jiufumen left and came back.

Shi Feng pulled Feng Qitong aside and took out the Buddhist scriptures that Xiao Gourd had just repaired. "Senior Sister Feng, take a look, are these things useful?"

Feng Qitong flipped through it and was immediately shocked, "This, this is the Bronze Cauldron Text? Brother Shi, where did you get so many classics?"

Shi Feng smiled lightly, "Sister Feng, you forgot the Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelf in the stone room east of Li Yuan. Tie Zhan and his friends fought and shattered all the scriptures. I asked the Horned Demon Dragon to collect these fragments..."

Feng Qitong was overjoyed, "Brother Shi, you are so thoughtful. You actually restored those fragments. These dozens of volumes of scriptures are all recorded in the Bronze Tripod Text. With them, the entire Bronze Tripod Text should be able to be fully deduced!"

"If Sister Feng thinks these Buddhist scriptures are useful, I will give them all to you."

"Really?" Feng Qitong smiled, "This is a priceless treasure that cannot be measured by spirit stones Its value, you just give it to me casually? "

Shi Feng laughed, "Who can surpass Sister Feng in the study of ancient characters? I'm just going to trouble Sister Feng to decipher it, so I'll be lazy and enjoy the fruits of her labor."

"Okay! I'll translate the Buddhist scriptures and copy a copy for you."

"Thank you! Thank you! Sister Feng, after you take it back, copy the original text first. I asked Xiao Hulu to glue these scriptures with Tianshuang Powder, which can only last for half a year."

"Well, I understand."

Feng Qitong took the scriptures, turned around and flew away with Feng Qiwu and Lu Qiyan, leaving Shigu Mountain.

Shi Feng watched the people from Jiufumen fly away, and he was looking forward to it.

Of course, he didn't want to study the Buddhist scriptures and teachings left by Master Xueyin, but to get a complete set of bronze tripod texts through the scriptures.

Because the second volume of the ebony slips was written in bronze tripod texts!

On this wooden slip, Shi Feng can only recognize a few dozen words in it. But from these words, Shi Feng deduced that the lower volume of the ebony slips was most likely a magic weapon chain diagram.

This was also very reasonable. In the past ten thousand years, Qinzhong Continent had only produced two first-grade weapon refining grandmasters, in addition to Master Kongque, the other was Venerable Forty-Nine.

The upper volume of the two ebony slips was the Five-Color Eyebrow Heart Sutra, which was the technique of refining fire spirits, and the lower volume was a magic weapon chain diagram, which was very consistent with the identity of Venerable Forty-Nine.

What kind of treasure could the magic weapon chain diagram left by Venerable Forty-Nine be? Shi Feng was of course very interested!