The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1202 Torture Instruments Exhibition Room

Yun Zhaochen said: "Pingchao, you also saw when Yun Fang wrote the imperial edict. It's not that he didn't want to give it away, but he would lose a lot of strength when writing the imperial edict. He didn't sell it. By the way, Yun Fang, where should we put the imperial edict?"

The six university scholars held the Wenxing Longjue imperial edict with both hands, not daring to be careless at all, for fear of dropping it on the ground. After hearing Qiu Meng's words, the six people realized that this thing was hard to come by, not to mention that it was hard to get a million gold coins, and it might not even be worth ten thousand catties of dragon-patterned rice.

"Just put it close to your body. This imperial edict is impervious to water and fire, and it is difficult to damage." Fang Yun said.

The six university scholars immediately folded the holy pages carefully and put them into the pockets inside their clothes.

"I will buy an imperial edict with a thousand catties of dragon-patterned rice!" Lian Pingchao glared at Fang Yun.

"Lian University Scholar is really a joke."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he ignored Lian Pingchao and rode the Zhanshi Dragon Horse to a wall, while reaching into his clothes to take out the Yinjiangbei.

Along the way, Fang Yun used clothes to cover the Yinjiangbei to avoid being seen by others, who thought it was Hanhubei.

Now he needs to collect more than 200 dragon clan inscriptions, and one Hanhubei is not enough, so he can only use the Yinjiangbei. These inscriptions are books of the dragon clan, all of which are very tall. The smallest one is ten feet high, and the largest one is even more than ten feet, while the Hanhubei is only ten feet square.

Fang Yun touched the Yinjiangbei, and thought that the Yinjiangbei is a space of ten feet long, wide and high. It is a bit small now, and he will need a Swallowing Sea Shell in the future. As for the Tiandibei, that thing is too precious, and the dragon clan itself does not have many, so there is no need to think too much.

Before Fang Yun reached out to take the Yinjiangbei, Lian Pingchao suddenly laughed and said, "My dear nephew Yun Fang, I don't know whether I am praising you for being smart or stupid. These two hundred and eighty inscriptions are big and small, thin and thick. Even if you break some of them, you will need at least a dozen Hanhubei to fit them! Why do you think I agreed to let you get all the dragon inscriptions? Just because you can't fit them! I want to see what you can fit them in!"

The other three people who didn't get the Holy Page Edict showed an expression of watching a good show.

Yun Zhaochen shook his head gently, looking at a helpless look. He had seen Fang Yun with the Yinjiangbei with his own eyes, so when Fang Yun asked for the dragon inscription, he didn't care at all. Who knew that Lian Pingchao was so smart that he was wrong, thinking that Fang Yun had no way to get the dragon inscription.

"My Hanhubei can free up some space." Ye Fangge said.

"Mine can also be used." Sun Zhanfan said.

Yun Zhaochen smiled and said, "You think too much. Yun Fang doesn't need our Hanhubei. You will know after watching."

Everyone looked at Fang Yun curiously.

When he was still ten feet away from the first inscription, Fang Yun suddenly opened his mouth and said a word in dragon language, and the whole room shook slightly, and all the inscriptions on the wall shook slightly.

The inscription closest to Fang Yun actually flew away from the wall automatically and flew straight towards Fang Yun.

When he got close, Fang Yun took out the Yinjiangbei, and a white light was emitted from the Yinjiangbei, and the dragon inscription was collected in it.

"It's the Yinjiangbei!" Liu Yuan said in surprise.

"There is a Yinjiangbei!" Lian Pingchao's face sank, and his eyes were fixed on the Yinjiangbei with purple edges.

There are only two Yinjiangbei in the entire Xuemang Ancient Land, one in the hands of Wei Huangan, and the other in the hands of Xiong Tu, the chief of the Angry Axe Tribe.

Even among the many holy families in the Shengyuan Continent, generally only the head of the family holds the Yinjiangbei, unless there is a special need, otherwise even the great scholar only has the Hanhubei.

The value of the Yinjiangbei is higher than that of the great scholar's treasure.

The war poem dragon horse made a clattering sound as it stepped on the ground, trotting along the wall. Wherever it passed, all the dragon inscriptions would fly to Fang Yun and be collected by the Yinjiangbei.

There were several dragon inscriptions that were more than ten feet high, all of which were placed diagonally in the Yinjiangbei.

The space of the Yinjiangbei was a thousand times that of the Hanhubei, so it was easy to store these things.

Not long after, Fang Yun ran around the first hall of the East Side Hall, put all the dragon inscriptions into the Yinjiangbei, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Lian Pingchao's face turned black when he saw this scene. Even a fool knew that Fang Yun must have benefited greatly from these inscriptions. If Fang Yun only knew a little about the Zhengui Hall before, now he knows at least 70% of it. Just a few words can benefit everyone.

For everyone, most of the treasures are not important. At most, they make themselves richer. As the lord of a city, there is not much difference between owning 3,000 kilograms of dragon-patterned rice and owning 30,000 kilograms of dragon-patterned rice.

But there is a huge difference between living five years longer and living ten years longer.

Ordinary longevity objects are not very useful for scholars in the Blood Mang Ancient Land, and they can't afford the top longevity objects, so they can only pin their hopes on the Five Dragons Hall.

Sun Zhanfan asked: "Yun Fang, I have something to ask. Can these inscriptions record the power of Blood Mang or the method of extending life?"

Fang Yun shook his head lightly and said: "There is no clear record of the power of Blood Mang, but there are longevity objects, but there are not many longevity objects, and the method of obtaining them is very special."

"What method is used, you must announce it!" Lian Pingchao was very excited. He didn't expect to find an opportunity.

Fang Yun glanced at Lian Pingchao indifferently and said: "Of course it must be announced. The method is actually not difficult. Either there is a dragon clan's imperial order or an imperial decree written by me."

"Talk nonsense! How can your imperial decree be so effective? What's more, in addition to what you said, there should be other methods recorded on the inscriptions. Don't you want to tell us!" Lian Pingchao said.

Fang Yun said: "Other methods? Yes, if you can break through the dragon power undercurrent, you can do the same as us."

Lian Pingchao was speechless.

The dragon power undercurrent is the power released by the dragon clan in imitation of the undercurrent in the ocean. Once formed, there is no sign on the surface, but once you enter the undercurrent area, you will inevitably be attacked by the dragon power undercurrent.

The worst dragon power undercurrent is also set by the half-saint of the dragon clan. Even after hundreds of thousands of years, the power has been depleted, and it is not something that the university scholar can force through.

Yun Zhaochen said: "Since it is protected by the dragon power undercurrent, there is no way. Everyone knows that there is no shortcut to this kind of power. Either rely on absolute power to destroy it, or rely on the dragon clan. Since there is nothing else here except the stone tablet, let's go to the next hall."

"Okay."

Everyone glanced at the hall again. After all the inscriptions disappeared, the hall was even more empty. There were some decorations on the wall, but they were obviously not treasures. As a university scholar, he would not scrape the ground three feet. Moreover, each person only had one Hanhu shell, and the space was limited, only ten feet square, and could only hold the most valuable things.

Everyone rode on the war poem dragon horses and quickly moved forward along the corridor of the East Side Hall, and soon came to the second hall of the side hall.

The eleven war poem dragon horses slowed down at the door and slowly entered the hall.

Everyone's eyes were shining.

The decoration style of this hall was different from the magnificent front hall and the simple first hall of the East Side Hall. The floor of the hall was black with dark red, and the walls and roof were all blood-red.

On both sides of the hall, there were two rows of display racks, and at the end of the door opposite, there was a display stand.

In this hall, dozens of torture instruments were displayed.

This is a torture instrument display room.

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