Jiang Qing was originally very graceful, coupled with a melancholic temperament, her appearance immediately attracted a burst of sideways glances and sighs in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
"Brother Han Biao, please stop, please?" Jiang Qing blocked her entire body in front of Han Lin.
Han Biao took a step forward, put his face in front of Jiang Qing, carefully looked at Jiang Qing's exquisite and beautiful face, with a strange light shining in his eyes, and said with a smile: "I heard that in the past eight years, you
The living dead who has been responsible for taking care of Han Chong has almost become their maid! What a pity that such a beautiful woman ended up with a poor man like Han Lin. He is really a flower stuck in cow dung! Ah!
, I'm sorry, I shouldn't use cow dung to describe you, because using cow dung to describe you is too flattering, you are not even as good as cow dung!"
"Haha..." This time, not only Han Biao's two followers, but also the young ladies in front of the Sutra Pavilion couldn't help laughing.
Han Lin clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his palms.
"Brother Han Biao, please, brother Han Lin practiced external martial arts in order to cure his father's illness and entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to search for medical scriptures. This is very important to brother Han Lin. Please don't embarrass him, okay?" Jiang Qing continued.
He begged Han Biao, with tears welling up in his eyes.
What a lovely girl! Han Biao couldn't help but feel a little swaying in his heart.
"It's not that I want to embarrass him. As you can see, he challenged me by overestimating his abilities. Now he has made me angry. If I don't teach him a lesson, I, Han Biao, will not be able to join the Han family in the future!"
Han Biao said in a pretentious manner, then suddenly changed the topic: "However, for the sake of sister Jiang Qing, I don't have to be like a villain like him."
"Thank you, Brother Han Biao..." Jiang Qing was overjoyed and quickly thanked her.
"Wait a minute, although I have a lot of money and don't care about Han Lin, there are still conditions." Han Biao said maliciously: "You also know that causing trouble in front of the clan's forbidden place to store scriptures will be revoked from the pavilion.
Qualified. If I report this matter, Han Lin will never even think about entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion! Do you think this is a good idea? I won’t embarrass him, but from today on, you should stop following those two losers Han Chong and Han Lin.
Father and son, come and follow me, how about I feed you well and clothe you, so you don’t have to go hungry with them?"
"..." Jiang Qing looked at Han Biao in shock, and immediately understood what he was planning, and suddenly seemed a little at a loss.
"Han Biao, you bastard!" Han Lin regretted it. If he hadn't been too self-righteous and could be more patient, Han Biao wouldn't have been caught taking advantage of others' danger. But when things got to this point, he couldn't bear it anymore.
, jumped up and rushed towards Han Biao, he was risking his life.
"Huh, you can't hold your breath, you'll be doomed!" Han Biao sneered. Although he really wanted to get Jiang Qing, it was simply impossible in the clan. He just wanted to use Jiang Qing to anger Han Lin and make him angry.
If he loses the qualification to enter the Sutra Pavilion, then the opportunity he gained through five years of hard work practicing external skills will be in vain, which will undoubtedly be a huge blow to him.
"Stop it all!"
Just when Han Lin rushed to Han Biao and was about to take action, a loud shout suddenly erupted, and a burly figure appeared between the two of them in an instant. A wave of air came over like a raging ocean wave.
, as if there were countless tentacles wrapped around him, and Han Lin was restrained all of a sudden. His feet were suspended in the air, and there was an octopus tentacle wrapped tightly around his body.
"Black Ink Royal Art!"
"He is the eight-armed Mo King Hanbie!"
"He is the eight-armed Black King Han Farewell who was known as the four heavenly kings of the Han family with Han Chong, the free lion king, Han Xu, the red-browed eagle king, and Han Su, the purple-scaled dragon king!?" All the children of the Han family began to discuss.
"It's forbidden to cause trouble in the clan's forbidden area, don't you know?" Han Bie, a burly middle-aged man with eight arms and eight arms, slowly regained his momentum and said coldly, with a majesty coming out that made everyone stay silent.
"I'm reporting to my uncle that Han Lin is deliberately provoking and causing trouble. Please investigate clearly!" Han Biao, the villain, complained first.
"Hmph, you think I didn't see it, did you?" Han Bie glanced at Han Biao with his sharp eyes, which could almost see through a person's mind. Han Biao couldn't help but feel weak and didn't dare to answer his words.
Han Bie withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, turned to Han Lin who fell to the ground, and said coldly: "Han Lin, you'd better control your emotions. If you make trouble again, don't blame me for being rude to you!" After that, he went straight towards you.
He walked towards the door of the Sutra Pavilion, took out a key made of black iron, and opened the door of the Sutra Pavilion.
"The opening time for the three-year Sutra Pavilion has arrived. You have five hours to find a practice method that suits you in the Sutra Pavilion. No matter what method you use, copying or memorizing it, Tian
Before the blackout, you must leave the Sutra Pavilion, and you are not allowed to take away any Xuan Gong classics, even broken pages and chapters, and you will never be allowed to do so! Anyone who violates this rule will be severely punished according to the clan rules!"
The intimidating power of the Eight-Armed Mo King made all the Han family disciples who had just been waiting to watch the excitement become silent and did not dare to express their anger. They queued up to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to find a suitable cultivation method for themselves. Han went there.
Biao glared at Han Lin fiercely, and then also entered the Sutra Pavilion.
Han Lin clenched his fists so tightly that the handful of snow in his hands turned into a ball of ice. His blood was almost cold, as cold as bone marrow.
"Brother Han Lin, come in quickly." Jiang Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly urged Han Lin.
Han Lin looked at Jiang Qing, then looked back at the carriage, took a deep breath, adjusted his chaotic breath, and then walked towards the entrance of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. When he turned back, Han Lin found that Han Bie had already walked to the carriage.
In front of him, he stared at Han Chong sleeping in the car through the car window.
The Han family is a huge mystical cultivator family with numerous masters. The four heavenly kings of the Han family back then were somewhat famous throughout the Supreme Continent. The Supreme Continent is very large. Although it is divided among the four dynasties, it is still impossible to clearly know its location.
The territory is vast. The realm of Xuanxiu in the Supreme Continent is even more like a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. There are as many powerful people as crucian carp crossing a river. Naturally, there are countless Xuanxiu families like the Han family.
A big family must have accumulated years of experience and a profound foundation. Among them, the family's collection of practice books is a very important resource. Only with powerful skills can we develop more powerful people.
, this is beyond doubt, and it is also a rule that all Xuanxiu families abide by.
The Han family's scripture collection pavilion is very large. It has been accumulated for hundreds of years. The collection of books has reached hundreds of thousands of volumes. It is divided into categories, giving people the illusion of entering an ocean of books.
The disciples of the Han family who entered the Sutra Pavilion were unwilling to waste precious time, and rushed to the category areas they had chosen long ago to search. Although five hours is not short, it still requires copying or memorizing a cultivation exercise.
The Dharma is far from enough. However, since the Han family has stipulated that the Kung Fu books cannot be taken away, it naturally makes sense.
Kung Fu books are a summary of the valuable experiences of our ancestors. Each family’s practice techniques have their own strengths and weaknesses. If they are exposed, it will be very detrimental to the family, so this rule is in place. Not only in the Han family,
All Xuanxiu families in the entire Supreme Continent have this unwritten rule.
Moreover, those younger generations who have not yet truly entered the world of mystical cultivation need to practice step by step even if they obtain the Kung Fu books. Often, only the first part of a Kung Fu method needs to be memorized, which is enough to practice for three to five years.
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Han Lin didn't come here to look for exercises, but his time was more precious. Finding exercises was easier. If you looked for the right category, you could quickly find the ones you liked. Han Lin didn't come here. He came here to find medical books and classics.
, and finding a way to cure his father's strange narcolepsy was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack. But he would not give up easily until the end.
Han Lin found the category of medical books. There was an entire large room with more than a dozen bookshelves filled with books. This room had a thick layer of dust, and it was obvious that no one had been there for a long time. No wonder, every one
The children of the Xuanxiu family all admire Xuanxiu, and who would choose medical skills that ordinary people would only consider in order to make a living. Therefore, almost no one has come to this room of medical books and classics since the Sutra Pavilion was built.
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Han Lin was the first person to step into this room in hundreds of years.
Time was running out, and Han Lin did not dare to delay for a moment. Thanks to his study of various medical classics, magical medicines and recipes over the years, he had developed amazing reading and memory skills. With his super memory, he had to write down one sentence in five hours.
The whole practice is not difficult at all.
"The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon", "The Sacred Code of the King of Medicine", "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Story of Mountains and Seas"... countless medical classics are popular in the secular world, but in the Xuanxiu family's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, they have become uninterested.
Miscellaneous books. Han Lin couldn't help but sigh and continued browsing.
He has studied not one hundred but eighty medical classics over the years. In addition, he has studied strange medicines and wonderful recipes. His medical skills have become first-rate in the world. He can cure some common problems, even some rare and difficult diseases.
, he can also prescribe the right medicine to ensure that the disease is cured. In Lingyue City, the little medical fairy Han Lin is quite famous. If he hadn't occasionally treated people's illnesses over the years to earn some medical fees, how would he have the money to treat his father?
sick.
Time flew by very quickly, and two hours passed. In these two hours, Han Lin had already checked no less than a hundred books, most of which he browsed briefly. Seeing that the third hour also passed,
However, he could never find a case with symptoms similar to Han Chong's, and Han Lin couldn't help but become anxious.
He raised his head and glanced at the stone clock hanging on the wall. There was only more than an hour left before dark. Han Lin was unwilling to give in, but he had no choice but to continue browsing. He became more and more anxious and read less and less books.
As he went down, Han Biao's ugly face, Jiang Qingchu's pitiful pleas, and finally his father's increasingly haggard face came to mind...
"ah!"
Han Lin suddenly roared and punched the bookshelf in front of him. His strength was quite astonishing for someone who was in the Qi Refining Stage of the first level of the Qi Transformation Realm. This punch hit the bookshelf as high as three people.
The explosion caused it to collapse. Countless books scattered down one after another, almost burying Han Lin in the mountain of books.
"Bullshit! It's all bullshit! I have worked so hard to practice external skills and suffered so much in the past five years. I finally broke through the Qi refining period and won the opportunity to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. In the end, not only did I return without success, but I was also ridiculed by others.
, humiliation! What is this, what is this!”
Han Lin grabbed a book and tore it in half with a hiss to vent his frustration. He had suffered too much in his life, and when he was still ignorant, his mother abandoned them and his son. Was he sensible?
After a while, my father couldn't wake up again for no reason, and all the burden fell on him alone.
Now, Han Lin just wanted to vent his anger once and for all, and he didn't care that destroying Tibetan classics would be severely punished by clan rules.
He grabbed another book and was about to tear it into pieces when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of four large ancient characters printed on the pages: Nine Yang Evil Sutra!