Chapter 589

The longer the palace wall goes, the more heavy soldiers guard it. There are still gaps in the back and forth. Now there is not even a spare space. Song Ningyu rubbed her eyebrows and muttered, "is this the imperial pavilion?"

Why do you look familiar? They have been away for almost an hour. The sky is dark. Palace lanterns are everywhere. The sound of wheelchairs turning is particularly loud at night. From the other side of the river, there is a decadent sound of silk and bamboo. Vaguely, song Ningyu seems to see what kind of attitude the people opposite are entertaining the people.

Ziyan pushed Wang Zun's wheelchair and said with a smile, "this is not the imperial Pavilion. The one behind here is the imperial Pavilion."

Following the guidance of Ziyan, song Ningyu raised her eyes and looked from behind. There was another one behind the exquisite attic. Because it was dark and the tiles were dark, it was not very obvious in the night when the palace lanterns were everywhere.

The wheelchair slowly passed the exquisite attic. Wang Zun raised his finger and pointed to the attic. His tone was pale as if he were remembering: "this is the library. All those ancient books are hidden here. If you want to know something, you can also study here."

After that, he glanced at Song Ningyu, nodded slowly, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "you fight with them and let your uncle see your strength?"

As Wang Zun's voice fell, the five zuns walked out of the dark and stood in front of Wang Zun. Song Ningyu wanted to beat him with that expressionless face as always. She was joking and had a fight. She could fight these five people with Gong Zilin and Ouyang Huo. She was not tired of living!

"Wang Zun, I......"

"Go ahead. Although my uncle doesn't understand the fire phoenix scroll, he can still give you some advice."

There was nothing to be surprised in Song Ningyu's eyes. Even if Wang Zun's legs were wasted, his strength was still there. His ears could listen to all directions and his mouth could speak six ways. Almost the whole Huangdao was carried on one shoulder in this sick and weak body.

If you want to become a queen, you must have a master like Wang Zun who has a hard hand. Otherwise, once the kite flies high, it will break the line.

The mottled wall can still see those clear past in the night. The swords, guns and swords are sung gently on the stage. All the eyes that guide the legend come from the hearts of the people.

Several solitary birds flew out from the silent treetops, fluttering their wings and making a clear sound. Song Jingyu lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand. The silver needle in his hand rushed towards the five statues in an instant. The five statues left the place in an instant like ghosts. Bang bang bang, the silver needle as thin as ox hair disappeared into the jade ground, and there was a slight cold light in the moonlight.

The silver needles kept hitting in the air, and the six figures kept colliding. The cold weapons between the electric light and flint made a sharp friction sound. Even the guards outside the library were stunned at the six figures that flashed quickly under the moonlight. They opened their mouths and didn't return to their senses.

It's amazing that Wang Zun was able to draw with the second most powerful person under Wang Zun's command. What a blood boil!

Song Ningyu almost did his best, and 90% of his internal power poured into the nest. The five people surrounded song Ningyu like an invisible net, and his actions were swift and swift.

Wang Zun sat in a wheelchair and looked at the fighting song Ningyu and five zuns. His eyes were slightly dark. He smiled and asked Ziyan behind him, "what do you think?"

Ziyan was stunned and said, "Wang Zun had a plan in his heart. Why ask Ziyan again?"

The six people in the sky quickly separated after another collision of cold weapons. Song Ningyu stepped back a few steps, glanced at the five statues with blood on the opposite lips, bit his teeth and swallowed the fishy rust blood in his mouth.

The loser didn't lose. She stood in front of Wang Zun like nothing. Her eyes were cold and sharp. Wang Zun smiled proudly.

Wang Zun clapped his hands and nodded: "OK, OK! Huangdao is promising! Go, uncle. I'll take you to see our Huangge. It has written all the history of Huangdao." Wang Zun took song Ningyu's hand and a powerful internal force went into song Ningyu's body to quickly repair those damaged muscles and veins for her.

Although song Ningyu can repair it by himself, his strength is much slower than that of Wang Zun!

She did not use the ethereal fazong, but simply used the Huofeng scroll. Because her hand was strange, fast and cruel, song Ningyu could barely make a tie with five people.

Ziyan pushed his wheelchair and walked slowly towards the imperial Pavilion. There was a simple and orderly sign in the imperial Pavilion. Two vague decisions were written on the sign. If the king did not point here and say that this is the imperial Pavilion, compared with the exquisite attic next to it, it is really a witch and a witch. Compared with it, it is simply a rich area and a beggar's nest.

Song Ningyu walked slowly to the door and just touched the door panel with a bang. For the first time, song Ningyu was frightened by himself. The whole door panel fell back and fell to the ground with a bang, raising the deep dust on the ground. Wang zunchao song Ningyu smiled very kindly.

"It's still an attic left by the emperor when he first built Huangdao more than 1000 years ago. It's used to write historical records of Huangdao. It's a little old, but it's OK to go in and have a look."

Ziyan snapped his fingers in the air. The thick ash foam in the dark lamps in the room in the imperial pavilion was shocked by the light internal force, revealing the bright palace lanterns including the night pearl.

The house looks more like a school. There are all kinds of learning tools, from the carving bamboo tube to the four treasures of the study. They are all covered with a very thick layer of ash. Spider webs are hung around the wall. Several spiders are desperately climbing towards the big column. Song Ningyu is worried that the door will fall down as soon as he pushes it. I don't know whether the house will collapse or not.

Glancing at Wang Zun who followed in, song Ningyu looked around with great vigilance. At the top, it was probably the position of the lecturer. Behind him was a large wooden folding fan, on which several big characters were engraved, learning from time to time.

Wang Zun blew the dust on the first table and sighed: "I was in the imperial pavilion with the snow emperor when they were young. At that time..." Wang Zun felt it. Song Jingyu didn't want to listen. She walked slowly in the attic and looked up and found that the attic was divided into three floors. It was probably the historical records of the so-called imperial island.

As like as two peas, she climbed the stairs carefully and walked a lot. Song Yu found that it seemed that only the door had problems, and the pictures in the house were all hung in the four directions. It was exactly the same as the way hung in the imperial mausoleum once seen in the Tang kingdom. But the painting was rolled up and tied quite tightly with a plain belt.

The silver needle in Song Ningyu's hand crossed, and those red bands fluttered and fell to the ground.