Urban Dreams Come True System

Chapter 311, Hidden Cheats
It is said that those who can enter the third floor of the Library Pavilion to read martial arts secrets are the core disciples of Wufang Palace or above, such as the elders, the senior brother and so on.

Even Xue Gongtang, Han Bing, a talented young man who has just entered Wufangdian, is not good, because they have not made enough contributions to Wufangdian, and they are not eligible to enter the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

There were not many bookshelves on the entire third floor of the library, and there were very few books on each bookshelf. Xiyou searched from shelf to shelf, but did not see the mysterious martial arts secret book he wanted.

After reading all the bookshelves, I still haven't found what I want.

Now, Xiyou is also in a hurry.

How could it not be? If it is not here, then it can still be there.

Another possibility is that his master lied to him. Thinking about how kind his master is to him in normal times, he also feels that this is impossible.

Sister, what the hell is going on.

Xiyou stood dumbly in the library on the third floor, somewhat confused as to what was going on.

A gust of wind blew, causing ripples on a famous ancient painting hanging on one wall.

Xiyou was suddenly surprised. Only then did he realize that in the entire library on the third floor, there was a famous painting from ancient times hanging on every wall. This was infused by those ancient powers with their own Qi. Although these great masters are gone, each of the famous ancient paintings they left behind can be regarded as a high-quality magical weapon.

Xiyou had heard from his master that when some ancient great powers were dying, in order to prevent everything from disappearing in this space, they poured their life-long energy into a piece of work, which was very beautiful. on the works.

It may be a painting, or it may be a work of art. These works of art contain powerful Qi, have great magic power, can ward off evil spirits, and can be used as weapons. They are rare and extremely high-quality items. of magic weapon.

There are also rare cases where a certain great master can hide a secret martial arts secret that he is proud of in a painting, circulate it in the world, and leave it to those who are destined to inherit his mantle.

If this is the case, a martial arts secret book is not really a book, but a picture scroll, what kind of situation is that?

My master has been here several times but has not found the martial arts secret book. Doesn't it mean that this martial arts secret book is different from ordinary martial arts secret books?

Thinking of this, Xiyou quickly flew over, and stopped in front of the slightly rippled picture just now.

This is a seemingly ordinary picture of a maid, but in the hand of the maid, she is holding a sword. The sword is lifted high up at a strange angle, and suddenly the whole picture is full of invisibility. murderous.

Weird, really weird.

No matter how Xiyou looked at it, he felt that there was something wrong with this painting, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.

He remembered the pictures of ordinary ladies. The beauties in the pictures were all holding a folding fan, a gauze or something that girls like to use, and holding a murderous sword. This was the first time he saw it, and The posture of holding the sword is also a bit strange.

After failing to figure it out for a long time, Xiyou looked at three more pictures.

When looking at these three picture scrolls, Xiyou's mind suddenly calmed down, and he even had an urge to fall asleep and fall asleep, even his eyelids were fighting.

Only when Xiyou moved his eyes away from these scrolls did the feeling of sleep ease a little.

What the hell is this? Xiyou's heart was filled with endless shock and confusion.

And what puzzled Xiyou was that when he looked at these scrolls, his keen perception had degenerated, and he couldn't feel the movement of the few people fighting outside.

There is a problem, there is absolutely a problem.

In order to test his conjecture, Xiyou began to quietly remove the drowsy picture scroll on the wall.

When Xiyou took off all three scrolls, he immediately felt a strong murderous aura spreading throughout the library on the third floor.

He turned around hastily, looked at the place where the murderous intent came out, and a look of surprise appeared.

On the picture of a lady who was still still, the woman holding a sword suddenly moved on the scroll.

A set of swordsmanship like flowing clouds and flowing water, with supreme power, is being displayed by the woman in the picture scroll one by one at this moment, so beautiful.

Xiyou was mesmerized by the sight. His whole mind was filled with the figure of a woman dancing a sword. The rhythm of each move was imprinted in his mind and he could not forget it for a long time.

Even the few old men who were fighting outside felt the boundless coercion from the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion, which was so powerful that they all trembled slightly.

"No, someone broke into the library at night."

Someone shouted.

Several elders rushed to the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion. When they just entered Zangshu Pavilion, they were all shocked by the sight in front of them. That famous painting that had been hanging on the wall for several years, on it was a woman with a forehead. They are dancing swords automatically, and that kind of wanton and free and easy sword intent is something that they present cannot express.

Everyone's figure was suppressed by this powerful sword intent, unable to move, which made them gasp again.

They immediately understood that this was a very powerful martial art, so powerful that they could not compare themselves to it. Everyone looked at the woman dancing the sword in the scroll with admiration.

Taking another look now will be of great benefit to their future breakthroughs.

As a result, they all ignored the existence of Xiyou who was still standing on the spot, obsessed with the martial arts moves in the picture scroll.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the woman in the painting stopped dancing the sword, and all the coercion and sword intent disappeared at this moment, as if everything that happened just now was just a dream.

But everyone present understood that this was not a dream, but a real existence, happening right in front of their own eyes.

They more or less learned something through watching the sword dance this time.

There was even an old man who sat down cross-legged on the spot, in order to internalize and absorb what he had just realized so as not to forget it.

They didn't know why the scroll that had been hanging had a strange phenomenon tonight.

Of the people present, only Xiyou understood what happened, because just before my eyes, the woman in the picture scroll smiled slightly in front of my face, and then I let myself watch her sword dance carefully.

(End of this chapter)