Chapter 2112 It's better not to bother him
Qicai Shenlu pondered: "I don't remember what it's called, but I vaguely remember what it's called in an ancient book... It seems to be called Xuan Beast Holy Scroll, yes! It's called Xuan Beast Holy Scroll!"
Feng Yuanxi asked it: "Where is the sacred scroll of the mysterious beast?"
"Young elder, you can go to Zangshuge to look for it."
Feng Yuanxi let the colorful deer lead the way.
The little green snake continued to stay in the Lingtan to heal his wounds.
Soon, Feng Yuanxi, Feng Hua and Qicai Shenlu arrived at Zangshu Pavilion.
The Zangshu Pavilion is also the important place of the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate, but it is no longer what it used to be. From the outside, it looks dilapidated, not as complete as the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate.
Feng Yuanxi saw the appearance of Zangshu Pavilion, and his heart sank.
Cangshu Pavilion has become so dilapidated even outside, can the ancient books inside still be preserved?
A trace of doubt flashed in my heart.
But he still went up the steps decisively.
The door of Zangshu Pavilion was unlocked, and Feng Yuanxi pushed it open with a light push.
A stale and decaying smell hits the face.
Feng Yuanxi held his breath and walked in.
The environment in Zangshu Pavilion is better than he imagined.
Feng Hua said while observing: "There are various restrictions set up here, so it can be preserved like this."
Qicai Shenlu said: "Because they are all books, so the mysterious beasts are not interested in them, and no mysterious beasts run here, otherwise those restrictions have already been destroyed."
When the Wanshou Sect was invaded by the demons, the mysterious beasts basically died.
The mysterious beasts that reproduced later were basically hatched from the eggs of mysterious beasts.
The newly born mysterious beasts are uneducated and illiterate, so naturally they have no interest in Zangshuge.
Feng Yuanxi felt very fortunate after listening to the explanation of Qicai Shenlu.
He exhaled a foul breath, and immediately ran to a row of bookshelves impatiently.
Ye Shenhu.
Those present were divided into two factions, one was experts from various sects, and the other was people and mysterious beasts headed by Gu Xiaonan.
Before the truth was found out, Gu Qingluan was still the biggest suspect, and Gu Xiaonan, the son of the suspect, was naturally not welcome.
Gu Xiaonan disagrees.
Anyway, it's not rare for him to be liked by these people.
They concluded that Niangqin was the chief culprit for destroying the sealing formation and wanted to seal Ye Chenhu up with just one unclear picture stone. In Gu Xiaonan's view, they were not only stupid but also bad.
It's best if they don't bother him.
Having nothing to do for the time being, Gu Xiaonan asked Taoist Qingfeng to help him with another fortune-telling.
"Taoist, can you do the math for me? I want to know the current situation of my mother."
Taoist Qingfeng glanced at him: "Don't push yourself too hard, the old Taoist is willing to go with you this time, it is already a kindness."
Gu Xiaonan smiled shyly: "I know Taoist, you are alright, please help me again, I will definitely respect you in the future."
Taoist Qingfeng resolutely refused: "Impossible."
Gu Xiaonan lowered her shoulders in frustration: "Taoists can't be accommodating. My mother has been away for several months. The wilderness is so dangerous. It is the lair of the demons. She hasn't heard back. I don't know if I will meet you." The demons, the demons discovered her real body..."
The more she thought about it, the more worried Gu Xiaonan became, her little face wrinkled.
I have to say, it's heart-wrenching to look at.
Taoist Qingfeng coughed lightly: "What are you worried about? Didn't I count it before?"
"Ah? Have you done the math? When? You mean that my mother is not in danger?" Gu Xiaonan immediately stared at him with bright eyes, and asked expectantly.
Taoist Qingfeng rolled his eyes: "Guess for yourself."
Gu Xiaonan grinned and said, "It's definitely fine, thank you Taoist."
Taoist Qingfeng snorted softly, very arrogant.
The two did not lower their voices when they spoke, so people from all sects on the opposite side could hear them.
At this moment, having nothing to do, Head Song couldn't help asking: "Why did your mother go to the Great Wasteland?"
(end of this chapter)