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The Sutra Pavilion is guarded by special personnel.

But it is still very simple to borrow books from it.

Because of the school of Donghai Academy, the most important thing is the word "learning".

Not only martial arts, but also literature.

Therefore, the teacher's school stipulates that all disciples can borrow books as needed, and only need to make a special registration and return them on time.

As for those books that are not included in the study, they will be strictly guarded by special personnel, but this will not trouble Mr. Ding Lan. After all, she is the only big sister of the family. According to her seniority, Wei Ziqing did not enter the school as early as her, and was not as senior as her.

In this way, the teachers and sisters guarding the Sutra Pavilion naturally have to respectfully call Ding Lanjun a senior sister. She has this level of status and rights, and it is not easy to find something she wants in it.

It was too late, it was so fast, fifteen minutes later, Ding Lanjun led Chunlei and Xiudong to the Sutra Pavilion.

When I was studying before, it was often the elder sister who came to receive the corresponding books, so it is not surprising that she came here.

"Elder Sister..."

"Master, you are here... Is there any cultural class in the academy today?"

The guard sisters were a little surprised. According to the schedule, today the master will make a pilgrimage to heaven and earth, and all the disciples will follow to the top of the East China Sea. They don’t study literature. What are you doing in the Sutra Pavilion?

"Ha ha……"

Ding Lanjun smiled, but he looked calm and composed: "There is no cultural class today, but there will be tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. After the master bathes and worships the heaven and the earth, he is not allowed to use swords and swords for the next three days. This is the rule of the master. I am worried. Tomorrow and the next two days are too busy, there is really no time, now I just have time, so I will get the books first..."

"Oh, so it's like this..." The gatekeeper female disciple nodded.

"Of course……"

Ding Lanjun pointedly said: "If this does not comply with the regulations, I will not embarrass you, just go back..."

"Don't don't..."

The female disciple who guards the door also knows that the world is so sophisticated.

What's more, what Mr. Ding Lan said is clear and well-founded, why doesn't he open the door of convenience by the way?To facilitate others is to facilitate oneself. This truth is understood by all adults.

"How can I let Senior Sister Lanjun make a trip for nothing? Then Senior Sister, go and get the collection papers. I will register later."

"Don't make things difficult for you, right?" Ding Lanjun wanted to catch him.

"No embarrassment..."

The female disciple smiled and shook her head: "Although the rules are strict, none of the three thousand female disciples in the academy are outsiders. They are all brothers and sisters of the same family. Why is it so complicated and complicated? Sister Lanjun, do you need my help?"

"No, you rest, the three of us are fine."

"Alright then. Sister Lan Jun, both of you, please..."

"Thank you."

Soon, Ding Lanjun and the two boys entered the Buddhist scripture pavilion smoothly.

She already knew where those Jijuan Zhiyi were hidden.

After entering, I first selected some books related to cultural courses that I really need tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Then, seeing the opportunity, under the cover of Chunlei and Xiudong, Ding Lanjun pulled away and jumped directly to the second floor of the highest shelf.

After finding the "Records of Ancient Books of the East China Sea", it landed quickly and hid this book in other scriptures, confusing them together.

"Hehe, it's done!" Ding Lanjun snapped his fingers.

The two also exchanged a look, and quickly made a "fake" registration record.

About half an hour later, the books in two large frames were taken out of the Sutra Pavilion.

The female disciple guarding the door did not notice any abnormalities. After all, there had never been any accidents in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for so many years.

"I'll return it in time after I'm done using it." Before leaving, Ding Lanjun made a special confession, pretending to be a business-like image.

"Okay Senior Sister Lanjun, you don't have to deliver it in person, just say hello and we'll pick it up." The female disciple is also very sensible, knowing that Ding Lanjun's status is extraordinary, although judging from the current situation of the sect, her popularity is not comparable to that of Hong Kong. Wei Ziqing, the eldest lady of the mansion, but who can say for sure what will happen in the future?

To put it bluntly, what if the person in charge in the future is not Wei Ziqing but Ding Lanjun?

The only certainty in life is that everything is full of uncertainty.

In addition, many people in the sect believed that although Ding Lanjun, the senior sister, was a bit vicious, she was still able to speak and behave well.

As for Wei Ziqing...although she can be a human being, under normal circumstances, you can't talk to her for the same reason, the only thing is that it's too cold!It's so cold, it seems that she never smiles at anyone, she always looks as cold as ice, and rejects people thousands of miles away.

……

After getting the dossier.

Back at their residence, the three of them prepared and were about to leave immediately.

Ding Lanjun opened the "Volume of Ancient Books of the East China Sea".

As she roughly flipped through the pages, her complexion became more and more ugly.

"It's too scary..."

From the joy of getting the ancient book file at the beginning, to seeing the content, his face changed from shock, to fear, and then to the extreme fear in the end, which almost made Ding Lanjun tremble all over, and he was a little unstable...

Seeing that there are countless evil spirits guarding the God of War mace, and some pictures marked, Ding Lanjun only felt that every hair on his body stood on end, and the whole person seemed to be in an ice cellar, his cold teeth trembling, and he kept uttering "啦Crackling" sound.

The two horse girls didn't know why, so they hurried over to ask about the situation...

"Snapped!"

Ding Lanjun immediately closed the book, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He muttered to himself, "No wonder, he said he wanted to get the God of War mace, ten deaths and no life...not to mention Wei Ziqing, this God of war mace, even if it is master and her old man to get it, even if it is the legendary number one master of Yanhuang, Yang Ding Going to fetch it from all over the world, I'm afraid it's a near-death... This Wei Ziqing has really done his best..."

The two girls looked at each other in dismay: "Senior Sister Lanjun, is this... the place where the East China Sea sinks into the God of War's mace, is it scary?"

"Thousands of years ago, in the underwater world, there is no sunshine all year round, and evil things are like crucian carp crossing the river. The God of War mace is more like a radiation that attracts evil, and it is also a thing that is both good and evil. It's hard to imagine, thousands of years have passed, under the deep sea, how many unknown creatures have gathered around the God of War mace, it's terrifying..."

"Isn't that better?" The horse girl became ruthless, but she was so ruthless, the hornet's tail is the most poisonous woman's heart.

Ding Lanjun looked up at the two of them.

The two boys said at the same time: "She is going to get the God of War Mace by herself, and no one forced her to go? Besides, we are helping her. If we didn't fetch the ancient books, she would not be able to find the God of War Mace Shen." Isn't it where it goes into the bottom of the ocean?"

"Exactly!" Another person added: "Wei Ziqing is not dead, Senior Sister Lan Jun is under pressure, she must die..."

"This time, we should have won the bet." The horse girl said: "When I went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion just now, I saw their daily weather sand table deduction and forecast. In the next three days, there will be strong winds at sea and huge waves in the East China Sea. ...With the blessing of this extreme weather, I think, the only hope of survival, there will be no more... This time, Wei Ziqing has no hope!! Sister Lan Jun, why are you hesitating!?"

"Senior Sister Lanjun, we are ready to go, we are all ready, don't hesitate any longer..." the two horse girls urged one after another.