Sister Mei left.

One thing that Fang Ark can be sure of is that tonight's martial arts arena should be safe for him.

However, the tip of the ark's nose was slightly raised and he smelled the bloody smell in the air.

Very rich.

Obviously, one or two people were not dead tonight.

Fang Ark was not surprised by this. As early as when Mr. Zhao spoke with him, Fang Ark understood that many people were destined to die that night.

Mr. Zhao alone stopped him outside the box and killed all the insiders in the martial arts arena who came to find him trouble.

Otherwise, his Ark would never be able to stay in the room so safely.

"It's worthy of being Mr. Zhao, I'm still stronger."

Fang Zhou smiled. Since it was safe, he would naturally be much more relaxed and there was no need to continue to be nervous.

As for Sister Mei to study the whip method...

Fang Ark couldn't say anything, after all, it was all caused by the custodian's house spirit.

Suddenly.

Fang Zhou suddenly felt the Chuanwu Bookstore tremble in his mind, and his mind suddenly entered Chuanwu Bookstore.

The dazzling light shines down, and the vast brilliance makes people feel a bit holy in their hearts.

Inside the bookstore, there are still Eight Immortals Tables.

However, there was a man in white sitting quietly at the eight immortals table at the seat.

Fang Ark looked at it and found that the man's face was exactly the same as him, but his spirit was different. Even if you just look at it, you could see the romantic and greasy expression between your eyebrows.

"please."

"I am lucky to be a wandering poet."

The man stood up and smiled, like a gentle scholar, holding his fists and bowing.

The wandering poet...

The Spirit of Bookstore?!

Fang Ark was shocked. The spirits in the bookstore had dispersed directly before, but now they actually looked real.

Fang Ark also bowed and clasped his fists.

"ark."

"I know, I'm just here to meet you. The spirits of our bookstores are all dead people, but they have obsessions, so they live in the world."

The wandering poet smiled and said, his words were quite serious, but he no longer had the greasiness he had when facing Sister Mei.

When Fang Ark heard this, he didn't know what to say.

Is it a pity for those who are dead?

Therefore, Fang Ark upheld the same style as before and said nothing more, and said lightly.

The wandering poet smiled, raised his hand, waved his white shirt and long sleeves, and there were green jade tea cups, tea trays, and even green tea leaves on the table in front of him.

Fang Ark was stunned. Is there any operation?

The wandering poet glanced at Fang Ark and smiled and said, "These are nothing but little Doyle. Your thoughts can transform all things in the world. However, the things that transform into illusions are false after all, and they can only exist in this corner of the bookstore."

"However, the real benefit of Chuanwu Bookstore is that your wisdom will be activated and your wisdom will be increased. Your understanding of martial arts will always be much deeper than outside."

"This is a gift left by countless seniors of the human race."

"When you truly get the recognition of Chuanwu Bookstore, there are more magical functions."

The wandering poet burned a pot of hot water and made tea. His tea art was very exquisite, his movements were smooth and pleasing to the eye.

The green tea quickly rippled in the teacup, and the wandering poet put his fingers together and pushed the tea into front of the ark.

The wandering poet smiled and said, "I haven't made tea for a long time. I don't know if my skills are unfamiliar. Please, my friend."

Fang Fang thanked him and raised his glass to drink tea.

The aroma of tea flows in the mouth and the fragrance of mouth is lingering. It is hard to imagine that this is just a illusion of tea leaves.

The wandering poet poured himself a cup, covered the cup with his hands, and drank it all in one go.

A hint of joy actually appeared on his face.

"Drinking tea, writing poetry, killing enemies, picking up girls... Four great things in life."

The wandering poet chuckled.

"My friend, can you tell me about the current human situation?"

"This time I hosted my friend, I felt a lot of alien auras and even had a strong murderous intent. Fortunately, I was steady and solved the troubles that some of my friends encountered."

The wandering poet said.

Fang Zhou took a sip of tea and was stunned. This time the wandering poet stayed to meet him because he wanted to understand the current situation of the human race?

The wandering poet saw Fang Ark and seemed to be hesitating and smiled peacefully: "Don't worry, my friend, I have been dead for a long time. Thanks to Chuanwu Bookstore, I can leave a trace of residual thoughts in the world. Of course, lingering in the world is also to find a trace of inheritance, which can be called obsession."

"Looking for inheritance?" Fang Zhou was stunned.

"Yes, the important thing about Chuanwu Bookstore is Chuanwu. Every soul of our bookstore has an obsession. If we can inherit and pass on our martial arts, it is an obsession."

The wandering poet said.

Fang Zhou thought about it, his face turned red and his heart was not beating, and he asked bluntly: "Can't you pass on the martial arts to me?"

The wandering poet smiled with a genius and played with the celadon cups, making Fang Ark feel embarrassed, but his skin is still not thick enough.

"Actually, you shouldn't ask this question. Our path is definitely not suitable for you. You should have and create a path of your own. Our path can only be used as a reference. If it is passed on to you, it will affect your path."

Fang Ark thought something, and seemed to understand something.

The wandering poet sips a sip of tea, his eyes are deep, but there is no more unrestrainedness or greasiness when facing Sister Mei.

Even Fang Ark felt a ray of sadness between his eyebrows.

"Besides, our roads... are all failures."

"You shouldn't go the path of failure."

The wandering poet murmured.

Fang Ark was shocked, the road to failure?

Buzzing...

The glory of Chuanwu Bookstore seemed to suddenly disappear.

The wandering poet glanced at him and felt lost. He then looked at Fang Ark and smiled, "My friend, if you don't talk about this, let's talk about the human race today."

"Time changes, the world changes, time and space change..."

"Only the human race is eternal and unchanging."

"However, when the human race encounters a great crisis, Chuanwu Bookstore will be born... So, I am a little curious about the current situation and will help my friends deal with it more safely next time I hold it."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ark took a sip of tea and began to introduce the current human situation to the wandering poets.

From the opening of the Human Emperor to the Daqing Dynasty to the opening of the Emperor’s dynasty of the Emperor burning books and tying martial arts, finally, the human race domain was broken through the defense line by foreign powers, and the human race domain was reduced to the place where foreign powers did whatever they wanted.

Fang Ark spoke very slowly, and the wandering poet listened very carefully.

After a long time, the wandering poet was filled with emotion.

"It is indeed a tragic world for alien races to rage the human race, divide the human race's territory, and the human race becomes a toy. It is indeed a tragic world..."

"The Human Emperor passed on the martial world and led the human race out of the era of eating raw meat and drinking blood. The domain realm may be to protect the human race, but it was protected too well. The Emperor of the Daqing Dynasty probably did not know that there were many alien races outside the domain realm."

"I think that the human race's realm is the center of heaven and earth. In order to consolidate my rule, I carried out the book burning and pitting martial arts."

"After all, the Emperor of Daqing was not strong enough and could not see far enough. If he could see through the domain boundary opened by the Human Emperor and see the enemies outside the domain boundary, he might not have done this bad strategy."

The wandering poet drank all the tea in his cup and made an evaluation.

Suddenly, the wandering poet's body began to blur, like a twisted projection brilliance.

He was free and easy, without any fear. He poured tea for Fang Bao himself and said with a smile: "Fang Bao, I don't have much time, so I will leave you here. Next time I meet, I can tell Fang Bao my story."

"Of course, you can also teach Fang Bao's invincible skills to pick up girls, and you can also get a free job!"

The wandering poet blinked and changed his name without realizing it. The words were full of greasiness.

Fang Ark twitched his lips, but he still stood up and bowed, "You don't need to pick up girls."

"Looking forward to listening to the story of your senior next time."

The wandering poet smiled and did not continue to be cynical. He folded his hands and bowed his hands to return the courtesy as a peer.

"Fang Bao, Chuanwu Bookstore is both an opportunity and a responsibility."

Then, the latter laughed to the sky and dissipated between Chuanwu Bookstore.
To be continued...