I’ve Led the Villain Astray, How Do I Fix It? Chapter 17:
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"Well, Zi Rong is so good. Is there anything else uncomfortable?" Xu Ziyan found a chair and sat beside the bed.
Xu Zirong shook his head: "It's okay." Then he got up and jumped off the bed.
"Okay, my brother will take Rong to pick a low-level exercise for a while, okay?" Xu Ziyan immediately started to sort out the bed quilt, and a tofu block was stacked three or two times.
Due to the softness of the quilt, the tofu block is not standard, but looking at his craft, Xu Ziyan nodded with satisfaction: Even if he crossed into the book, even if he retired for many years, the skill of folding the quilt is still spicy. perfect!
Xu Zirong's pupil shrank slightly when he saw Xu Ziyan's behavior. As far as he knows, Xu Zirong is the master of the Xu family. Although he is not indifferent to the four bodies, he is still incredible.
And looking at Xu Ziyan's movements, he is obviously very skilled. It seems that after training for a long time, he couldn't help recording this obvious doubt in his heart.
Folding the quilt, Xu Ziyan brought Xu Zirong to Xu Mo.
The children of the Xu family who are here for the first time are free to choose an exercise method. Since Xu Zirong has successfully reached the top, of course, there is no exception.
Xu Mo did not deliberately embarrass him at this point, he took the two men down the mountain to the bookstore.
The Book Pavilion was not built in the Xu family ’s main courtyard, but in a very remote corner. From a distance, the three-story building is extremely abrupt among the rooms.
It is strange to say that if an outsider enters the Xu family, he will definitely be surprised that the other party will put the book-keeping pavilion, which is equivalent to the family ’s foundation, storing such exercises in such a corner that is inconvenient to defend.
But Xu Ziyan knows that the Xu family ’s real goodies are no longer here, and the ordinary mainland goods are stored here, and the defense here is far from being as simple as it seems.
No one knows that the old man who guards the gate here is a real Jindan monk.
The details of the Xu family are far from what they seem ...
Xu Ziyan lamented the long-term vision of Xu's ancestors, but for now, it has nothing to do with him. Although he had long known from Xu Ziyan's memory where the Xu family's secret treasure room is, now the Xu family has not been destroyed. Unless he was stupid, he went back to dig the ancestral graves of others.
Oh, no, it is now his own ancestral grave ...
Xu Ziyan had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Xu Zirong followed him step by step, the surface looked calm, but his body was already tight to the limit.
He naturally knew the Xu Family's Book Pavilion. When he destroyed the door, it was the old man who guarded the Book Pavilion, which caused him great harm.
If it were n’t for his blood-sea heart sutra with the ability to leapfrog, the original door-break might be changed to him being slaughtered.
Lips tightly, Xu Zirong is a little nervous. Finally, he had a chance to do it again, he did not want to have any accidents!
A group of people arrived at the door of the library, and Xu Mo bowed to the old man who was dozing off at the door and saluted: "Lao Luo."
The old man who looked like he was sleeping, opened his eyes confusedly, and grinned when he saw Xu Mo: "Xiao Mo, what's the matter?"
Xu Mo said congratulations: "Today a disciple entered the martial arts hall, and he was specially brought here to choose a practice."
"Oh." Old Luo nodded his head, and his eyes fell on Xu Zirong: "Yes, only eight years old, he can go to practice martial arts hall, go in."
After finishing speaking, as soon as the sleeves are swayed, the door of the library is opened, and there is a dust in the door ...
"Cough ... Old, the body is not very good, and it hasn't been cleaned in a long time." Old Luo looked a little embarrassed, his sleeves waved a few times, and the dust on the ground was blown away completely.
Xu Mo's eyes, noses, and noses are silent. Luo Lao is the guest secretary of the Xu family, and the person who can become the guest secretary will not be weak in terms of strength. How could a little gas ninth-level monk have the courage to mock a guest, so he could only shut his mouth shut.
Xu Zirong looked at the door of the opened library, but he felt a little sad in his heart, but his face also showed an expression of interest. After all, an eight-year-old child would be very happy to learn that he had the opportunity to cultivate immortals.
He has only practiced the Heart of Blood, and he has reached a certain level of criticism of the exercises. He does n’t think that the Xujia ’s library can have any good things. Know that if the Xu family has superior exercises It is unlikely to be placed here.
"Oh, boy, what's your name?" Mr. Luo is already 90 years old, and his eyes are naturally very spicy. Although Xu Zirong has shown his excitement as much as possible, the secret hidden in his eyes still falls. Into Luo Lao's eyes.
"My name is Xu Zirong." Xu Zirong replied softly. Although he had lived for decades in his life, compared with this Luo old man, he was really unreasonable to be called a kid.
"Oh, it turns out to be Zirong." Luo Lao smiled kindly: "Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid of me?"
Xu Ziyan and Xu Mo looked at Xu Zirong in surprise, and Xu Zirong could only pretend to be innocent: "No ... no."
"Haha ..." Luo Lao smiled heartily: "If you are not afraid, why are you stiff?"
Xu Zirong bit her lower lip lightly: "It's just ... it just feels like Grandpa Luo is very powerful."
Xu Ziyan didn't expect Xu Zirong to be so keen. He was clearly a child who hadn't been exposed to cultivation, and he could perceive Luo Lao's strength.
You know, if he did n’t have Xu Ziyan ’s memory, he would never have thought that this seemingly ordinary old man with no momentum would be a Jindan monk.
"Oh?" Mr. Luo also seemed surprised. "Do you think Grandpa is so powerful?"
Xu Zirong nodded gently.
"How powerful is it?" Luo Lao Rao asked with interest.
Xu Zirong hesitated for a while: "It seems ... even better than his father."
Lao Luo is really surprised this time. He knows Xu Zirong ’s identity, so it ’s not surprising that he compares himself with Xu Xiao. What just puzzled him was how did the child guess that he was better than Xu Xiao?
Xu Ziyan's face is calm, because he has long known that this is the old man is a Jin Dan monk, but the shock in Xu Mo's heart is clearly written on his face.
Xu Xiao ’s strength is not a secret in the Xu family, but he never thought that this old guest Luo Luo was even better than Xu Xiao! !
Does that mean ...
Thinking of this, Xu Mo's heart suddenly became hot. If he had the opportunity to get the guidance of a Jindan monk, it didn't need much. As long as a little, maybe he will have the opportunity to enter the ranks of the foundation monk.
"Oh, Zi Rong feels very keen." Luo Lao smiled happily: "Go, although the library is mostly written in ordinary goods, but there are still a few good things, you go to find, Maybe I ’ll find it if I ’m lucky. "
"Thank you Grandpa Luo for your advice." Xu Zirong said respectfully. He didn't think that the Xu family's collection could have any better practice than the Blood Sea Heart Sutra, but since Luo said this, he wouldn't mind taking a moment to take a closer look.
Xu Ziyan practiced an introductory method of thunder system. His father, Xu Xiao, specifically came back from the Liuguang Sect. This exercise method is only common in the Liuguang School, but it is already a very good thing in the Xu family.
At the very least, the Xu family did not practice with Xu Ziyan, and this Lei Zhen may not be very powerful, but it is already very good for laying the foundation.
Xu Ziyan is not qualified to enter the bookstore, but it does not prevent him from pulling Xu Zirong to give him a detailed layout of the few bookstores.
Anyway, these things are all in Xu Ziyan's mind. As he introduces in more detail, Xu Zirong can save a lot of time when selecting. Xu Ziyan absolutely does not mind giving Xu Zirong some small stoves. ╮ (╯ ▽ ╰) ╭
After listening to Xu Ziyan's introduction, Xu Zirong is basically already familiar with the layout of the bookstore. He thanked Xu Ziyan softly, and at the same time, he harvested Xu Ziyan's hard touch and turned to walk into the library.
There are three floors in the Book Collection Pavilion, and you can choose different floors according to different repair practices.
Now Xu Zirong is just new to cultivation, he can only choose the exercises at the first level.
Most of the bookshelves on the first floor are some of the most basic cheats, Xuanshui Jue, Yuhuo Jue, etc. Xu Zirong just glanced casually and took back his eyes.
For this kind of thing, he even thought it was a waste of time, let alone carefully selected.
Xu Zirong's original unintentional actions were touched one by one on those jade slips, but there were some changes when he touched a dim jade slip.
A slight tingling sensation came from his fingertips, and Xu Zirong glanced at the jade jade in surprise.
Dark and dull, there is a thick layer of dust on it. The introduction below the jade jade says that this is a wood-based auxiliary method, but the jade jade gives Xu Zirong the feeling of not being a wood-based method. Moderate.
He gently took down the jade jade, wiped the dust on it, and still had a slight tingling pain when his fingertips touched the jade jade.
He raised his eyebrows with interest, and Xu Zirong had a rare interest. He could not see the origin of this thing with the blood demon's eyesight. This alone was enough to arouse his interest.
He dived into a trace of consciousness. Unexpectedly, when he first entered the jade jade, this delicate consciousness was twisted and shattered, and Xu Zirong's face suddenly turned pale.
"What a violent force." He looked at the jade jade in his hand with a solemn expression. This jade jade contains a very violent thunder power. Unless it is a person with a thunder root and excellent talent, no matter who probes into it, it will only lead to the end of the death of the consciousness. .