Godly System Moralizes the World

"Great Elder!" Murong Bo recognized who was blocking Xiao Tian's palm for him at a glance, and immediately exclaimed.

This is the last reliance of the Murong family, a master who has half-stepped into the innate extreme realm. He has been retreating in Shishui Pavilion on weekdays, but he unexpectedly appeared today!

"Half a step in the congenital extreme realm, no wonder your Murong family dare to be so presumptuous!" Xiao Tian looked at the gray-clothed old man and said lightly.

The gray-clothed old man raised his hand, and a black iron token shot out from the sleeve of his robe and flew towards Xiao Tian.

A faint look of disdain appeared on Xiao Tian's face, and he reached out and grabbed the black iron token. The powerful force carried on the token disappeared like a clay cow entering the sea, and it did not cause Xiao Tian any trouble.

A look of surprise flashed in the gray-clothed old man's eyes. Although he had taken a lot of effort to take Xiao Tian's hand before, he did not care too much.

Because Xiao Tian made enough preparations before taking that palm, but he greeted it in a hurry, and it was expected that he was repelled.

But before he shot the black iron token, it seemed that he was doing it casually, but there was a bit of mystery in it, and he was arrogant that even a master of the same level would suffer a small loss without any defense!

But I didn't expect Xiao Tian to take over the token easily, and he didn't even show the slightest strangeness!

With just this hand, the gray-clothed old man judged that Xiao Tian's strength was above him.

So I immediately laughed and said: "My Murong family has no longevity, only the martial arts secrets in Shishui Pavilion have some value. You can go to Shishui Pavilion at any time with this token. I just hope you don’t care about it. The offense of the previous junior."

"I said that if you take my palm, the grievances between us will be wiped out," Xiao Tian said lightly, playing with the black iron token in his hand.

"Your Excellency is so elegant," the gray-clothed old man exclaimed, and then said: "Go straight to the end along the trail on the left, and you are still at the Shishui Pavilion. Please feel free to do so."

After speaking, the old man in gray took Murong Bo into the hall.

Xiao Tian shook his head lightly, then holding the black iron token, walked along the path towards Huan Shishui Pavilion.

Originally, Xiao Tian thought that Shi Shui Pavilion was still a treasure house of the Murong family's martial arts, and it should be more grandiose, but when he saw it, he was a little disappointed.

A deep courtyard, a dry well, an old banyan tree, and a two-story building.

There was no one guarding the courtyard, and Murong Family Clan knew that Shishui Pavilion was forbidden, so naturally he would not approach it at will.

Pushing the door in, a quaint wooden table came into view. There was an oil lamp on the table. The lamp oil had been burned out. Next to the oil lamp was a slightly yellowed book with the words "Tic Tac Toe" on the cover. Big characters.

Xiao Tian had some impressions of this martial arts. This was the martial art of Hui Jianmen in Fuzhou. It was not very subtle, but it had some merits.

Xiao Tian looked around and found that apart from a small bed placed against the wall not far away, there was nothing else on this floor.

Xiao Tian shook his head slightly, knowing that this floor was probably the residence of the elder Murong Mansion, who was guarding the Shishui Pavilion on weekdays, and he would not stay for a long time. He turned and jumped directly to the second floor.

On the second floor is the book store, with bookshelves everywhere.

Several bookshelves near the door were lined with books on Pre-Qin Classics, Hundred Schools of Scholars, Military Academy Formation, etc., but these things were useless to Xiao Tian. When Xiao Tian returned to the real world, there would be as many as these things online.