Pit King's special tricks for getting out of the pit

Maoshi had just arrived, and the distant bell sounded through the clouds and mists, startling the birds.

After a while, noisy sounds were heard, and there were already figures walking outside the quiet Zhiyuan.

Jiang Hu was sitting in front of the desk with a book in his hand, his eyes were focused, and his sitting posture was correct.

He seems to be thirsty for knowledge, forgetting to eat and sleep all night, still tireless.

Yawning, Ling An knocked on the door, and when he heard a cold sound from inside, Fang pushed the door open and walked in. The oil lamp was still on on the desk, Ling An was taken aback, and looked closely at Jiang Hu, he was still dressed as last night.

"You didn't watch it all night, did you?"

Jiang Hu didn't raise his eyes, and his voice was soft: "Morning."

Ling An was a little surprised: "You are going to Zangshu Pavilion today, why do you still want to read the books here?"

Jiang Hu finally raised his head, smiled at Ling An, and closed the book in his hand: "It's boring at night, just to pass the time."

As he spoke, he extinguished the oil lamp that accompanied him all night.

Ling An stopped talking, admiring him with indescribable admiration: "Oh, then pack up, and I'll take you to the library later."

Jianghu put the miscellaneous talk record in his hand back on the bookshelf, his movements were gentle, as if he was treating the calligraphy and painting with a certain solemnity.

Zangshuge is a luxurious building with red walls and green tiles, nine floors high and a vast area.

It is a perfect match with Suzakumen's luxurious style.

"I thought about it, since Master promised you to stay, why did he ask you to go to the Zangshu Pavilion for retreat?"

"Maybe I think I'm not doing my job properly."

Ling An disagreed: "Then I guess I'll die of old age here."

Jiang Hu smiled softly: "Then what do you think?"

Ling An said angrily: "Master won't tell." Speaking of this, he quickly changed his face and blinked: "But Master asked me to stay with you."

"Then senior, did you say when you will be able to leave the customs?"

"Master just said to wait until you finish reading the book."

He Suoshou made a three-year agreement with him. From the very beginning, he made a pun. There is no limit to learning, and he will never finish reading it even if he dies.

Putting Ling An by his side, whether it is to accompany or supervise, is a matter of opinion for the benevolent.

The Zangshu Pavilion is cleaned every day, and it is spotless. The faint incense is mixed with the smell of paper and ink.

The staircase winds up to the top floor, and there is a dazzling array of calligraphy and calligraphy.

The bookshelves are embedded in the wall, and stacks of silk, bamboo slips, and paper books are arranged in different categories, such as mental techniques and sword techniques, and even travel notes and anecdotes about famous mountains and rivers.

Ling An was satisfied with Jiang Hu's astonishment: "How is it? What you saw last night was just the tip of the iceberg."

How can the countless books in the pavilion be compared with that small shelf that is quiet and far away?

Jianghu put away his astonishment, and looked at Ling An with sympathetic eyes: "Xiao Anzi, your days are coming to an end."

Ling An was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that Jiang Hu was teasing him.

For a moment, Ling An didn't know whether he should care about the title of father-in-law or be happy that his relationship with his senior has improved.

Surprised and joyful, he said in great pain: "Don't you think that such a day is really dull?"

Jianghu took out a book casually, looked at the cover, and found that it was the Jing Jing Jing: "The book has Yan Ruyu, how can it be dull?"

Ling An and Ling Yun have completely opposite personalities. Ling Yun looks cool and cold, and seems to be difficult to get along with, but in fact he acts with restraint.

Ling An is passionate and active by nature. His favorite thing is to cause trouble. Asking him to sit quietly and read a book makes him feel worse than being disabled.

But at this time, Jianghu was a mouse that fell into a rice vat, and found that Cangshuge was actually tender and delicious, and he had already started to swallow it.

"I can't stand it." Suzakumen's mind and sword techniques were all read to him by Ling Yun word by word, forcing him to memorize them by rote.

Jianghu took out a biography, sat down beside the desk, and said without raising his head, "You should be hypnotized."

Ling An didn't dare to disturb him either. He himself didn't have the determination to chew on this hard and smelly book, and he didn't know why he was obsessed with it. He thought it would be a pleasure to enter the library with Jianghu.

He spread it on the table and yelled, "I never thought this would be my burial place."

Jianghu is not surprised, it is normal for fifteen or sixteen-year-old children to be tired of studying, not to mention that these books are all serious and boring to read.

"I won't force you, and I won't sue senior, but have you ever thought about why senior asked you to accompany me?"

Those who said that they did not force or sue would become earnest in a blink of an eye.

Ling An prevaricated: "Because I don't like reading?"

"How do you conclude the Tao? How do you view yourself?"

"The Dao is three thousand, all-encompassing, and I am the Tao."

"If you seek benevolence and obtain benevolence, things in the world will be like this, but as a practitioner of Taoism, do you really have a clear conscience?"

With just a few words, Ling An looked ashamed at what he said, and Jiang Hu's image in his eyes immediately shone brightly.

Ling An was born in a wealthy family, and he has never experienced hardships since he was a child, and he has never gone through detours in his cultivation.

Ling Shanzi is the elder of his Ling family, so he will not fail to take care of his descendants.

The second disciple of Suzaku Sect is his own brother, and Ling Yun has been smart since he was a child.

He Suoshou was his master, as long as he didn't pierce the sky, no one would say no to him.

He is not useless, he is talented, and he has already stood out among the disciples of the sect after only a few years of entering the Tao.

He has capital and inexhaustible resources. He is a copy of Jianghu a few years ago, a child with a warm heart.

The difference is that a few years ago, Jianghu was just eating and waiting to die. He always looked like everyone was drunk and I was sober, and he excluded himself, which seemed to be crazy inside.

But Ling An is the cleanest and purest product in this time and space. He is warm and kind, which can be seen from the time he killed Yuyu.

Needless to say, what to worry about, she must be indulging Ling An, Ling Yun will "justice", but he is still doting.

Under such an atmosphere, Ling An is destined not to grow up.

"Books are certainly boring, but their value lies in being discovered, just like this..." Jiang Hu beckoned to him. Ling An was very curious about his next words, but even more curious about his actions. He is separated by the desk.

Jianghu's slender and white fingertips pointed to a certain line in the book: "Most of the books in my room are biographical and miscellaneous. When I was reading last night, I saw a copy of "Sou Shen Ji"..."

Ling An looked at each word in the direction he pointed, and immediately had a strange expression: "Yan Tian was the Shura field back then?"

Jiang Hu nodded: "Sou Shen Ji recorded the deeds of Xizhou's battle against the demon king thousands of years ago, and described the place where the soldiers fought back then as the Shura Field, which blurred its original place name. There may be clues in this "Shiming" found in the clues."

Ling An was full of doubts: "What are you looking for?"

Jianghu looked at him deeply: "I want to find out Hua Wuyao's purpose."

Ling An's mind is not as fast as Ling Yun's, and his thinking is not as sharp as Ouyang Ge's smile. The key is that he doesn't know the grievances between Jianghu and the Demon King. He only thinks that Jianghu has great ambitions and thinks about the common people in the world: " As expected of a senior, have you figured it out?"

Looking at his expression, Jianghu knew that he had misunderstood something again, so he had no choice but to explain: "Thousands of years ago, Xizhou and the demon king made a covenant, and the demon clan migrated to Qingcheng Mountain. After the demon slaughtered Yantian Temple and killed my mother and Elder Yu Wen, Hua Wuyao broke the covenant with Xizhou, and her first battle was set in Yantian, I suspect that she wants to repeat what happened back then."

"The war ended in Yantian, so where it started..." Ling An suddenly remembered something: "What did you say? The ten evil monsters killed your mother?"

"Those who don't know think it's your mother." Jiang Hu avoided Ling An's spittle attack.

He was slow to react just now, and Jianghu's storytelling voice was really nice, but when he reacted, he realized that it was a needle.

Ling An suddenly panicked: "I...your mother...I'm sorry, I don't know..."

Jiang Hu waved his hand to indicate that it's okay: "I'll tell you more about this when I have time. I never heard about the Ten Evil Demons when I was in Sifang Town. How much do you know?"

It seems that Jianghu doesn't even know who is the enemy who killed his mother. Ling An's sympathy was overwhelmed, and was replaced by heartache: "I heard from Master that it was Yangou and Li Yu who destroyed Yantian Temple three years ago. The two demons are Hua Wuyao's most proud subordinates."

"No wonder you can slaughter Yantian Temple with your own strength, what about the other seven demons?"

Ling An has been paying attention to Jiang Hu's every move, seeing clearly his trembling fingertips and his pale face for a moment.

He thought: "No matter how old you are, you are still a boy."

"The rest of the Seven Demons have not moved much. There is no special news in the past three years."

Jiang Hu was sure that Hua Wuyao was not inactive, but was waiting.

Even with the help of the ten evil demons, she can't win a complete victory. Only the alliance, the Guiyun faction among the ten immortal sects, happened to fuel her power due to civil strife and extermination of the sect. Will her next step be to attack or fight against the demon world one after another? connect?

Feng Feiyan also revealed between the lines that the great demon who remained in the world is also looking for the traces of the ten evil demons.

Then it is very likely that this move has brought Hua Wuyao a restraint and a hold on her actions.

The demon world has been silent for many years. If it is really instigated by Hua Wuyao, the world will really be in chaos, and the country will not be a country.

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