Well, it seems that this little guy hasn't noticed it yet. What will happen when he sees that thing? His expression must be wonderful! He can't wait to see it!
As he thought so, the smile on his face couldn't be hidden, and he showed a "sneaky" smile.
"Xiao Qianxue will keep the things given by the elders. You may need them when you travel to the mainland one day. If anyone dares to bully you then, don't be polite to them. Show them out to show off." The old lady will not even use it in the future.
I thought of it, but I'll need it sooner or later.
"Grandpa, why are you laughing?" Xiangsi glanced at Duanmuru, always feeling weird. Is there something she doesn't know?
"No, grandpa, how could he be smiling?" Duanmuru instantly disappeared his malicious smile and returned to his normal face. He couldn't help but snicker in his heart: Guess, guess, I won't tell you!
"But...", she was still skeptical. Could it be that there was some kind of "trap"?
"It's nothing serious, Xiao Qianxue, go back and rest, don't be exhausted." The old lady started to drive people away again. They still had important things to study clearly, so of course they had to continue.
"Hmm!", looked around the three of them, carried the small box and mechanically walked back to the small courtyard where she lived. She didn't want to walk, but with that posture and that scene, she dared to bet that no matter how she protested, the result would be
There is only one: invalid!
However, thinking about the "gift" in the box, my back felt numb.
The next head of the Hanadao family, her freedom was strangled in the cradle by her elders so early!
Sadly, she was about to cry without tears!
It was a disaster, her life was a disaster!
"My mommy, is this still a bookstore?" Standing at the door, looking at everything in front of her, Xiangsi opened her mouth wide, and her big eyes were as round as a bull's eye.
She was looking for some urgently needed knowledge, especially about medicines, so she entered the Duanmu Family's Nei Shu Pavilion for peaceful retreat.
When she stepped into the inner bookstore, which was built underground like the ancestral hall, and walked into the study room marked "Medicine", she was shocked when she looked at the rows of tall bookshelves!
Each bookshelf in this study is at least two feet high and two feet wide. The distance between bookshelves is at least six feet. There are at least five hundred shelves in the entire study, and every shelf in the shelf is full.
There are neatly arranged books everywhere, and you can understand with your toes that there are millions of books if not tens of millions.
Moreover, this is just one of several study rooms. There are also "Weapon Refining", "Scrolls", "Martial Arts", and another room marked "Miscellaneous Books". Add them all together, how much is that?
Is it possible that the Duanmu family has collected all the books in the continent?
Acacia has a cold sweat on his face!
"Damn it, why don't you give me a clear answer!" After flipping through countless books on medicinal formulas, she was convinced that she had read more than half of the books here. Unfortunately, she was looking for the recipe for repairing Dantian.
There is still little news about the formula of the medicine.
Countless 'medicine' books only mention that it is possible to repair a broken Dantian or severed meridians, but none of them mention how to repair it.
Disappointed, Xiangsi put the books back on the bookshelf, walked out of the Medicine Bookstore, and entered the room marked Miscellaneous Books.
Everyone has his or her own strengths, and maybe it's not certain that you can find a folk remedy here. It's more likely that the hand pricks of previous people have been recorded, and the things that come out of experiments are even more precious, or so she thought.
When Xiangsi walked in, I was confused again.
This room, compared to the one with medicine and books, is shockingly obvious in its shortcomings. There are less than 100 bookshelves, arranged in a "one" shape facing the door. In the medicine room, there are tables and chairs in the middle, and pen and ink books.
, but here it is set aside.
This is a collection of various miscellaneous books and various people's opinions, the entire encyclopedia. Many of them are only theories, without records of success or proof. Some of them are failures that were verified by later generations.
Record.
It really deserves the word "miscellaneous"!
I searched for it endlessly, holding on to the ten thousandth hope.
"This is the last frame!" Sitting on Jade's back, Xiangsi put what she had read back into the bookshelf, and her eyes fell on the last shelf on the top shelf of the last bookshelf, which was closest to the corner.
The bookshelf was too high and she couldn't reach it. Xiao Jade was "honored" to be the ladder for her to pick up books. Others were like "the bookshelf has roads and diligence is the path", but she was "the bookshelf has no path and the beast is the ladder". Good.
The place is wide and there is enough room to accommodate Jade's body; of course, she can also use mental power to pick and place it, but if she uses mental power every time, she will not be able to bear it.
There is no exact number of books in each column, but there are at least ten or more. However, there are very few books in this column, which seems a bit sparse. I counted only seven books, but they are slightly thicker than others.
"Why isn't it nine or three?" Xiangsi sighed.
Her tender hands reached for the book, ready to pick up a book and try to read it to see if it was worth reading.
When her hand touched one of the books, a stream of light seemed to flash before her eyes, and the tip of one of her fingers seemed to be electrocuted by a tiny electric current, causing waves of numbness.
"It's the number seven again!" Xiangsi looked at the book touched by her electric finger, which was the last one from right to left, and sighed helplessly again: She is really destined to the number seven.
!
Her auspicious numbers used to be three and nine, and her doomed numbers were five and seven. After coming to this other world, she was always connected to seven: she was seven years old when she came here, and the people she first met when she returned to Flower Island were also seven.
The Mysterious Contract Formation here is heptagonal, with a level of seven stars, and the steps in the secret place on Flower Island are also numbered seven. Similarly, she also counted the steps when she entered the book pavilion, and the steps are also seven, a total of seven hundred and seventy and seven.
class.
If she remembered correctly, the order of this bookshelf happened to be ninety-seven.
"Well, I hope this number seven can bring good luck!"
After praying, he took out the thick book from the bookshelf, and the three large characters written in handwriting on the cover stood out in front of his eyes... "The Chronicle of Foreign Objects", with flying dragons and phoenixes, gold hooks and silver curves, each stroke is filled with awe-inspiring clarity.
Noble spirit.
Good words! Good courage!
Xiangsi secretly praised, even if she didn't know much about calligraphy, she couldn't help but be impressed by the majestic calligraphy: Youdao's calligraphy is like a person, and he must be a person who can write such powerful calligraphy. I just don't know.
How is the content?
With a hint of reverential exploration, he gently opened the title page with his fingers, ready to read, but an unexpected thing happened...
When she pressed the page with her palm, the numbing electric shock feeling suddenly hit her arm and whole hand again, and flowed throughout her body faster than lightning, and then returned to the page along her arm.
The process formed a circuit diagram. If it was just like this, it would not be an accident. Surprisingly, at this moment, Xiangsi felt that the profound energy in her Dantian followed the current and flowed out of her body like water, along her hands.
Automatically flows into the book.
At this time, Xiangsi wanted to throw away the book reflexively, but his hands were firmly attached to the pages of the book like roots. When he opened his mouth, he found that his mouth seemed to be cursed by a forbidden word, unable to speak.
Make a sound.
"Why is this happening?" Xiangsi looked pale and speechless.
The profound energy in the Dantian is constantly gushing out, but the book is like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled no matter how hard it is. It just keeps devouring it with all its strength. The situation is like a water pump that is turning its motor happily and cannot pump out the water from the pond.
If you do it, you will never give up.
As the mysterious energy passed away faster and faster, Xiangsi's body gradually became numb, and then her limbs became stiff. She stood on Jade's back like a lifeless zombie, holding the book with her left hand and pressing the book with her right hand.
Gestures on the page.
Things happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one except the protagonist Xiangsi had time to notice, including Jade who was humping her.
A layer of transparent light enveloped the book and Acacia's hands.
very tired!
Xiangsi, who felt that her whole body was drained, slowly closed her eyes, stiffened her body and fell forward, hitting Jade's hard back with a "bang".
"Little master, little master, what's wrong with you?" Jade heard the noise and turned her head, only to see her little master lying on her back without any movement.
"It's okay, it's okay, I just fell asleep!" The frightened Jade quickly sensed it and realized that the power of the contract in his soul was intact, and then he put his heart down.
"Little master, little master!" Rabbit, who was sleeping on the table, was awakened by Jade's call. He got up with a cry, jumped off the table, and went straight to his master.
"My little master is asleep, it's okay!" Feicui saw the anxiety in Xiangxiang Zhu's eyes and quickly gave a reassuring answer.
Warcraft has a Warcraft communication language, and Jade can understand Tutu's meaning from his expression, and she is still very satisfied: this little guy still has some conscience, and he knows that worrying about his little master is not in vain!
"Sir, how long will it take for the little master to wake up?" Tutu blinked his big eyes and looked at him eagerly.
"I've slept enough. I should wake up soon." He didn't know when his little master would wake up.
Jade slowly fell to the ground, retracted its broad wings, then walked to the place where the tables and chairs were placed, squatted down, turned around, stretched out its long peck, and gently picked up the little master's clothes.
He took the man who was holding the book stiffly from his back and hid it under his wings.
His movements are very gentle, and every step is done carefully to avoid accidentally hurting his master.
When Tutu saw it, he ran over and lay down on the side, staring at the little master whose head was exposed outside the emerald feathers.
"Little master, it's okay for you to sleep, but you have to wake up quickly!"
The two beasts muttered silently and began to wait.
"I'm fine!"
Listening to the calls of Jade and Tutu, Xiangsi wanted to reply, but except for the fact that his consciousness was still awake, everything else stopped functioning. Not only could he not move or speak, he could not even use the soul contract sound transmission, so he just remained
With a stiff form.
"The one who initiates my seal is the one who inherits our clan's spiritual lineage. The one who receives my inheritance is the one who inherits our clan's important responsibilities! Forty million years have passed, and finally I'm waiting for you, the spiritual one of my clan." A voice sounded to her.
Deep in the soul.
The sudden sound was like a thunderbolt from the blue, which made Xiangsi miss him for a long time without responding, just so silent.
"Forty million years, you said you have lived forty million years?" After a while, Xiangsi regained consciousness. She closed her eyes and searched again, but found no clues: "Who are you?"
"I, the Dark Clan, Phoenix Spirit." The faint voice sounded again, "What you heard is just the sound of my soul and two spirits that I sealed in the book 40 million years ago.
It disappeared thousands of years ago.”
The Dark Clan? Fengling?
Xiangsi's consciousness shook violently, almost falling into pieces and completely disappearing into thin air.
The dark clan!
The only ones who dared to call themselves the dark clan were the ancient companion spirit beasts...the dark phoenix. The rest could only be described as "dark clan". These were all obtained from the records of the predecessors when she was reading books in this study.
Knowledge.
Rumor has it that the ancestor of Phoenix was reborn after he succumbed to the fragrant wood in the Hades Palace. After that, he succumbed once every seven hundred years. After counting seven or seven, he obtained the hell fire as a protective talisman and became immortal. Therefore,
, Phoenix, also known as the Phoenix.
Fengling, the ancestor of the Hanadao Duanmu clan! Turns out to be the ancient companion spirit beast Phoenix with noble blood!
Then, the Hanajima Duanmu clan is a descendant of the Phoenix clan!
Now, Xiangsi’s consciousness is very confused!
Everyone in mainland China wants to own the supreme humanoid monster. Humans and monsters can make contracts, but intermarriage between humans and supreme monsters is prohibited. So how did Fengling become the ancestor of the Duanmu clan?