Ye Feng shuttled among the crowds in Shendu, his steps were very fast.
Following the route in his memory, Ye Feng quickly left the bustling place and walked into a very remote dark alley.
Walking in the dim alley, Ye Feng seemed to have returned to the past. Zhi Xin pulled his fragile self and walked in the alley.
Thinking of the little palace maid who had been protecting him, Ye Feng couldn't help but have a warm smile flash across his lips.
"Heart-burning..."
Ye Feng murmured, then his eyes turned cold, and he continued to walk through the alley.
Half an hour later, Ye Feng stood alone at the door of a dilapidated attic.
The three words "Tianji Pavilion" are carved on the dilapidated plaque, exuding an ancient charm.
"Everything is the same as it was in my memory, but now three thousand years have passed..."
Ye Feng murmured, then stretched out his hand and started knocking on the door.
"Dong dong dong..."
There was a knock on the door.
"Who?"
A sickly old man's voice came from the attic.
"It's him!"
Ye Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice was exactly the same as that of the sick old man back then.
Three thousand years have passed, things have changed, people have changed, and there have been many vicissitudes of life, but here in the capital of the gods, nothing seems to have changed at all.
"Squeak..."
At this time, the dilapidated wooden door of the pavilion opened.
An old man with a pale face and a sickly look came out.
There was a subtle flash in Ye Feng's eyes. This person was the sick old man he had met once before.
Three thousand years later, this sick old man is still alive and exactly the same as before.
"Who are you? What do you want from me, old man?"
The sick old man spoke up, with a hint of impatience in his tone, as if he felt that Ye Feng had disturbed his quiet practice.
Although Ye Feng used the blood and bones of three thousand years ago to reshape his body in this life, Uncle Nan changed Ye Feng's face in this life, so the sick old man did not recognize it.
At this time, Ye Feng slightly clasped his fists and said: "I have a friend who has been to the old man's place before. He said that the old man is very extraordinary, so I happened to pass by here this time and wanted to take a look."
The sick old man showed a look of surprise in his eyes and said, "Oh? I haven't met anyone else for a thousand years. When did that friend of yours interact with me?"
Ye Feng's eyes flashed, and then he said: "It should be...three thousand years ago..."
"Three thousand years ago?"
The sick old man's expression suddenly changed, then he stared at Ye Feng, remained silent for a moment, and then said: "Come in."
Ye Feng nodded slightly and followed the sick old man into the small bookstore.
The environment in the small bookstore is very dim. There are rows of bookshelves inside, with yellowing books on them. The air is filled with the boring smell of books.
After Ye Feng walked in, he saw the illness The old man sat on a dead wood chair behind a pile of books.
Ye Feng stared at the sick old man and said with a smile: "Old senior, can I take a look at the books here?"
The sick old man nodded slightly and said, "Read whatever you want, they are all useless books anyway."
As he said that, the sick old man picked up a book and fell into reading the book, ignoring Ye Feng.
Ye Feng walked towards the rows of bookshelves at this time. He really didn't have any purpose in coming here. He just recalled this place in his memory, so he came to take a look.
Moreover, this sick old man is definitely not an ordinary person. If he builds a good relationship with him, it may be of great benefit to him in the future in this divine capital.
Ye Feng casually pulled out an ancient book from the bookshelf. The cover said "Postpartum Care of the Frost Dragon", which made the corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitch slightly.
He put down the book and pulled out a yellowed ancient book with "Secrets of the Ancient Demon Clan's Holy Queen's Palace" written on the cover.
Next, Ye Feng saw a lot of books such as "Methods of Capturing Western Fairy Dragons", "One Hundred Cooking Methods of Purple-Eyed Beasts", "Private Biography of Ancient Female Emperors" and so on.
This left Ye Feng speechless. He didn't expect that this sick old man liked to collect these strange books.
After reading for a while, Ye Feng finally found a fairly normal book called "Illustrated Book of Ancient Runes".
It just so happened that the only set of pseudo-god-level inheritance "Ancient Rune Body Refining Technique" that Ye Feng practiced was about the way of runes.
"Hua Hua Hua..."
Ye Feng opened the book in his hand and saw many rune patterns. They were all very obscure and ancient. However, Ye Feng memorized the patterns of these runes so that if he encountered them in the future, he could recognize them immediately.
Unknowingly, hours passed by.
In this shabby little bookstore, both the old and the young devoted their energy to reading.
After flipping through to the end, Ye Feng suddenly discovered a piece of golden paper stuck to the last page of the book.
"Um?"
Ye Feng's eyes moved. The material of this piece of golden paper felt like gold but not gold. It felt a bit cold and hard. There was a golden mountain engraved on the golden paper.
"Buzz!"
While Ye Feng was observing, his fingers touched the golden mountains carved on the golden paper. Suddenly, an ancient golden power was transmitted from the paper to his entire body through Ye Feng's fingers.
in the body.
"Is this an ancient rune?"
Ye Feng understood immediately, because he felt that the flesh, blood and bones of his body suddenly increased with extremely heavy strength.
It was a huge force and momentum that was like a golden mountain standing in the sky, immovable.
"This is a golden mountain rune!"
Ye Feng's eyes suddenly moved.
He just
When I was reading the rune catalog, I saw the pattern and introduction of this Jinshan rune. I didn't expect to see it on the last page of this book.
Ancient runes are very rare. Each ancient rune is born and raised by the earth. It can be encountered but cannot be sought.
At this time, Ye Feng's eyes showed a trace of surprise.
Unexpectedly, I went to the sick old man's small bookstore on a whim and encountered such a good thing.
Ye Feng felt that after the Jinshan runes were cast into his body, the body's physique had become much stronger, and it must have undergone a considerable transformation.
Moreover, when fighting in the future, it is very likely that the power of the Jinshan runes integrated into the body will be stimulated, thereby instantly increasing the combat power and causing huge destructive power.
At this time, Ye Feng secretly glanced at the sick old man not far away and found that the sick old man was still immersed in reading and seemed not to notice at all.
This made Ye Feng breathe a sigh of relief and then put the book back on the bookshelf.
He walked towards the outside of the small book pavilion and said loudly: "Old senior, I'm leaving first."
The sick old man still lowered his head without raising it, and just said: "My surname is Su, just call me Lao Su. From now on, come to my bookstore to read when you have nothing to do. It's quite quiet."
"Okay, Lao Su."
Ye Feng smiled slightly and said: "My surname is Ye, Lao Su, just call me Xiaoye."
The sick old man nodded, still immersed in reading.
At this time, Ye Feng had already opened the door, walked outside, and left the small bookstore in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, the sky is still dark and the night has not yet passed.
"Buzz!"
Ye Feng suddenly waved his fist, and suddenly a golden mountain shone on his fist, possessing a terrifying pressure.
"It is indeed an extremely rare ancient rune. This Jinshan rune should be a power rune. It is not bad, and the harvest is huge..."
Ye Feng murmured with joy in his eyes, and then walked back to the main street of Shendu.
"You dare to break the golden bowl given by me. Do you know how big a sin it is? Hurry up and come up with a billion spiritual crystals to atone for it! Otherwise, hey, you can also atone for your sin by serving me for one night."
Suddenly at this moment, a cold voice sounded not far away.
Many people gathered there.
Ye Feng was also dragged along by the huge flow of people and squeezed to the direction where the sound came from.
He immediately saw that on the street not far away, an old beggar fell to the ground, and a young girl with a childish face but long purple hair was kneeling on the ground begging an arrogant young man.
.
This young master is the one who spoke out just now.
At this time, he stared at the purple-haired girl on the ground, his eyes showing undisguised greed, and said: "Your grandfather, a stinky beggar, dared to bump into me and break my imperial gold bowl. Little lady, hurry up.
Pay the money, or follow me home and serve me tonight!" r> "Don't! Please spare my life, sir!"
The old beggar suddenly got up and said with a painful look on his face: "I really didn't mean it just now. It was you who bumped into it yourself and broke the golden bowl. I...ah!"
Before the old beggar could finish speaking, he was slapped away by the young master and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"grandfather!"
The girl with long purple hair immediately showed shock, anger and pain in her beautiful eyes, and helped the old beggar up.
"Dare you slander me? What I say will be whatever you say!"
The young master sneered, then fixed his greedy eyes on the purple-haired girl's graceful and exquisite body, stretched out a hand to grab it, and said with a smile: "It seems that you have no money to compensate.
Well, then you belong to me tonight, go home with me, hehe..."
At this moment, everyone watching around had expressions of shock and anger on their faces.
"This son of Lord Shenjian has started to occupy the women of the people again!"
"Damn it! He is obviously coveting the beauty of that purple-haired girl!"
"It's a pity, it's a pity. This Marquis of Divine Arrow is a big shot in the city of God. His son is lawless. Who dares to mess with him? It's such a pity for this purple-haired girl."
Everyone around them was sighing. Although they were not angry in their hearts, no one dared to stand up for two beggars and offend a powerful heir like the son of Marquis Shenjian.
"grandfather!"
At this moment, watching the son of Shenjian Marquis grabbing hold of his grandfather with one hand, the purple-haired girl supported her grandfather. Her small beautiful eyes were filled with deep fear, and her petite and exquisite body was also shaking violently, as if
A frightened little quail.
"Snapped!"
But just before the palm of the son of Shenjian Hou touched the purple-haired girl, a sword hilt suddenly hit his hand with a "pop" sound, causing his hand to become swollen.
"ah!"
The son of Shenjian Hou immediately howled in pain, and then said with extremely frightened and angry eyes: "Who is it? Who dares to go against me?"
At this time, in front of the old beggar and the purple-haired girl's grandfather and granddaughter, there was already standing a young man in white clothes, handsome and elegant, holding a sword in his hand, with the sword inserted in the hilt.
Ye Feng looked at the son of Lord Shenjian opposite and said with a smile: "The broken golden bowl on the ground is made of pure gold. How could two mortals break it? I'm afraid you broke it on purpose.
.”
"you……!"
Hearing Ye Feng say this directly under the spotlight, it was like a slap in the face, and the son of Shenjianhou immediately turned gloomy.
At this time, Ye Feng turned around slightly and saw the old beggar's grateful look, as well as the purple-haired girl's surprised, confused, and pure eyes with a touch of emotion.
But at this time, Ye Feng was staring at the purple-haired girl with a look of surprise, and secretly murmured in his heart, "Why does this mortal girl give me such a strong aura of the power of ancient runes? I'll get it later."