Chapter 709

In a burst of blue light, Tang Lichuan only felt that his feet were empty, as if his body was falling.

But now he couldn't make it out. He had to let the light take him and didn't know where to fly.

Staring at the fleeting light spots and lines around, I don't know how long it took.

With a bang, Tang Lichuan sank behind him. There was a feeling of touching the real object, followed by a sense of falling. Only this time, the surrounding scenery was clear at a glance. There was a roof with a big hole on the top of his head, and there was an antique room around.

After falling more than 20 meters down the gap of the stairs, he fell to the ground with a slap. Strangely, it was soft after landing without any pain.

It's not just that he's strong. It's not painful to fall at this height. When he looked down, it turned out that he fell on a pile of book scrolls.

It's like a study here, but it's too chaotic. The ground is full of open books and scrolls. It's like a garbage dump.

"Hmm? Why are all martial arts scripts here?"

He rubbed his head, glanced at the books stacked at his feet and took a rough look. He was surprised to find that these were all martial arts of high grade.

When I looked at it carefully, I muttered: "blue sky six way sword is a mysterious medium-class martial art, Songtao fog sea sword is a mysterious high-class martial art! Crazy wand method is a mysterious high-class martial art... My God, these are all mysterious martial arts. How can they be thrown on the ground like garbage!"

A kite turned over and sat up on the ground. Tang Lichuan looked around anxiously. It was no longer a secret place. Although he successfully left the secret place, his face was a little ugly: "even the library of the Royal Palace of the Kirin Empire doesn't have such a generous pen? Did I send it to the wrong place? This is not the Kirin Empire?"

Dang!

A hard object fell from the hole where he fell and hit him on the head. His head shook. His eyes looked at the situation. The broken arms of the saint golden beetle had become insects, and even followed the blue light.

"Hey, I hung up and wanted to send me a treasure, but I didn't respect it."

Tang Lichuan knew how hard the Scarab's body was. Although this arm was damaged, it could still turn waste into treasure in the hands of a real weapon refining master.

He walked there for two steps and bent down to pick up his arm. Suddenly, his feet trembled and shouted "ouch ouch".

Tang Lichuan jumped aside like an electric shock at his feet, holding the arm of the St. golden beetle in his hand, watching the direction of the sound.

I saw a little old man jump out of the pile of books where he had just stood. As soon as the old man appeared, he didn't care about anything. He would just hold his palm and blow it vigorously. He scolded: "which naughty little rabbit dares to step on Grandpa's hand! Ouch!"

Tang Lichuan looked at the old man jumping and jumping in amazement. His funny appearance made him wonder whether he should come forward to apologize. It seemed that he stepped on this foot.

He didn't know there was a man in the stack.

He looked at the old man speechless. Tang Lichuan was even more speechless. The old man looked sloppy. He only had a big black robe, but he didn't wear a belt. He opened his robe to expose his thin belly. He only wore a pair of shorts and no shoes.

After jumping for a long time, the strange old man found that there was another person in the room. He stared at Tang Lichuan as if he were short-sighted for a long time, and then looked up at the roof.

His eyes wandered between the two for a long time, then he was stunned and pointed to Tang Lichuan's "you, you, you" for a long time, as if he was surprised.

Tang Lichuan thought that he fell from the sky and frightened the old man. The place where so many precious secrets are collected must be a forbidden area. It's inevitable that an outsider broke in suddenly.

Scratching his head just to apologize, but listening to the old man's voice, he said with a straight face: "if the public thing is damaged, you should accompany the money!"

"Lose money?"

Tang Lichuan was like a fool and was shocked. He broke into the forbidden area. It seemed no big deal to the little old man. Instead, he was more concerned about the damaged roof?

Not sure where the old man came from, Tang Lichuan asked carefully, "Sir, I don't know how much to pay?"

After thinking about it, he asked again, "listen to your accent, this should be the Kirin empire. Right? My family lives here. If you want too much, I have to go home and get it for you."

The little old man yawned and stretched, but his eyes didn't stay on Tang Lichuan for too long. He picked up a secret script from the ground, looked at it from the light from the "skylight", and muttered, "it's convenient to read so much. It seems good to leave it at all."

Tang Lichuan opened his mouth in a daze. Before he could speak, the old man said again: "convenience is a lot of convenience, but if you break something, you should pay for it. If the rules can't be broken, you should pay for it..."

The old man lengthened his voice, giving a feeling that he was ready for the lion to open his mouth.

Tang Lichuan stared at the other party nervously. He saw the other party stretch out his hand, stretch out three fingers, and said firmly, "just pay 300 Liang!"

"What! Three hundred Liang!"

Tang Lichuan took a breath and jumped back, but suddenly his nervous face relaxed, blinked, and said to himself, "only three hundred liang? What's so nervous."

As soon as his eyes turned, Tang Lichuan arched his hands and asked politely, "Sir, what do you mean by three hundred liang?"

What he broke was the roof of the forbidden area where he collected advanced martial arts secrets. It could never be solved so easily. The "three hundred Liang" asked by the other party must be some precious treasure.

You should know that the value of 300 Liang gold is different from that of 300 Liang scrap iron. Maybe the old man is a hermit expert. The conditions seem simple. In fact, it is more difficult to complete it than to ascend to heaven.

"Silver, what else can it be? The price set by the public is too expensive for you. Don't bargain!"

The old man turned the book, squinted at Tang Lichuan with one eye and said casually.

I really want real gold and silver, and it's silver worth less than gold.

Tang Lichuan was speechless, but he didn't want to cause more trouble. He took out 300 liang of silver and put it on the table. After bowing and apologizing to the other party, he would slip away with oil on the soles of his feet.

This place is quaint. He doesn't want to stay long.

As soon as he started, he was about to slip to the door. The old man who turned the book suddenly said, "is the task of collecting Xi soil going smoothly? Where's Xu Le's naughty ghost?"

Tang Lichuan's head was buzzing with surprise. He could see his origin at a glance, and he also knew Xu Le's purity. Is this man?

Astringent, Tang Lichuan straightened his waist, solemnly saluted the old man and asked, "Xu Le is my friend. I don't know your name. How do you know these things?"

The little old man put his finger in his mouth, licked it, turned the book, and said to himself, "I don't need your surname Yang. My single name is a technical word. Xu Le's little bastard is my villain."

Yang Shu!

Yang Shu, the invincible national teacher of the Kirin empire! Is it such a sloppy little old man?