Immortal Mansion Longevity

   Chapter 598 I'm looking for a book called Rongzhai Liubi!

  Blizzard filled the sky, and countless feather-like snowflakes fell.

   Under the dim light, black shadows formed on the ground, and then quickly disappeared.

   Looking into the distance, this snowy night is very depressing.

   In the darkness, there seems to be some kind of beast hidden.

  The biting cold wind blew through, like the breath of a monster, which made goosebumps unbearable.

   But this coldness is nothing to Liu Yu's current physique.

   His body is like a furnace, emitting amazing heat constantly, and it can even melt snowflakes three feet away.

   However, the heat radiated by the surging qi and blood was completely locked in the body under the hidden spirit technique and powerful control force, and no vision was revealed.

   "Shasha"

   Liu Yu swept the snow on his shoulders, and felt a cool touch, and stared at the study a dozen meters away.

   The study is not big, covering only the size of two basketball courts. The overall style is antique, and it looks extremely low-key and restrained.

   At first glance, there are even some signs of decay on the corners and corners, which looks a little old.

   But although it is old, the details are extremely neat, and it can be seen that its owner must take care of it often.

  At the gate of the study, some monks come in and out from time to time, and come here in twos and threes to read books to pass the time.

  Although there are places like "Pin Tea House", you can get physical pleasure and kill some time.

   But the momentary happiness in the body cannot make up for the emptiness in the spirit after all.

  When the instinctual demands of the body are vented, the greater emptiness on the spiritual level hits like a storm, and it is so unstoppable.

   At this time, you need to do something to fill the emptiness in your heart, and reading a book is obviously a good choice.

   As the only study in Changnan City, Jiren study has always been one of the places where monks gather, even if the night has come.

   However, to prevent monks from spreading the idea of ​​"rebelliousness", all the books in the study were screened by the demon clan before they were allowed to be placed in the front desk.

There is no "dangerous" content in   , such as various spell materials and training experience, mostly books such as alchemy and tool refining, which cannot directly increase strength.

   But a monk with a skill will be valued wherever he goes.

   If you can become an official "alchemist" or "refiner", even if you are actually a prisoner, you will still receive some preferential treatment from the demon clan and give some limited privileges.

   For example, better housing, easier jobs, etc., and even “freedom”.

   As long as it is useful to the demon clan, even if you are a slave without the qualifications to bargain, you can live more comfortably and become a superior man among slaves.

   Become an alchemist and an alchemist through self-study, and then enjoy superhuman treatment. Under the propaganda of the demon clan, he has become the goal of many brainwashed monks.

   So the study room has always been a good place to go.

   In the dark night of the blizzard, the study room exuded a warm brilliance. Liu Yu stared at the antique buildings in front of him, and the information of "Jiren Study Room" flashed in his heart.

   then shook his head slightly and strode towards the door.

   "Puff"

   "Puff"

   Every step Liu Yu took, he would leave a deep footprint that spread to the door of the study.

   In fact, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and he is also skeptical about whether the contact point still exists.

   After all, in hundreds of thousands of years, too many things have happened.

  Although it was not long before the Annan Protectorate was destroyed, it has been so long since the collapse of the Tang Dynasty, who knows if it still intends to keep those contact points.

   Maybe, like Dagan and Daliang, he doesn't care about Tiannan?

Within a month of    sneaking into Changnan, Liu Yu’s footprints had almost spread all over the city, but he could only find this familiar name.

  I wonder if the contact information from hundreds of thousands of years ago has been passed down?

   Annan Duhufu, has Tiannan been forgotten?

  The door stopped, Liu Yu just shook off the snowflakes on his body, and saw a monk in his sixties looking over from the door.

   This man has a thick beard, but most of it has been turned into silver, and only occasionally can you see a touch of black.

   Wearing a spotless dark blue Confucian shirt, he naturally has a refined temperament. If he ignores the subtle spiritual pressure, he is really like a scribe who has experienced the ups and downs of officialdom and retreated into seclusion.

   Seeing the arrival of a guest, the old man in the blue shirt smiled and bowed his hands, saying hello to convey goodwill.

  If it is an ordinary monk, the first impression can leave a good impression.

   Seeing that Liu Yu was alone and came late at night, the old man in the Confucian shirt might be a little puzzled and asked:

   "Why do you walk alone in the snowy night?"

When    said this, the old man still kept a smile on his face, perhaps because he was accustomed to be like this, and he was accustomed to being kind to others.

   "I'm never alone."

   bowed his hands in return, Liu Yu said with great meaning.

   At the same time, he was a little surprised, because this seemingly ordinary old man was actually a Jindan cultivator.

   And in the face of the Foundation Establishment cultivator he played, he didn't have any airs.

   The reason why he recognized it at a glance was because the old man in the green shirt was wearing a "forbidden chain" on his feet, which was only used when imprisoning the Jindan cultivator.

   "That's it."

   "Guests please come in."

   The old man in the blue shirt nodded lightly, without thinking or asking, he just made a gesture of please.

  Liu Yu nodded slightly and passed the threshold, and strode into the study.

  The blizzard that was flying all over the sky disappeared, and the air instantly became warmer.

   Stepping into the study, he glanced around at random, looking at the layout of the study.

   On the right side of the room, there are huge bookshelves, all of which are the color of logs, and thin or thick paper books are neatly placed on the bookshelves.

   On the left side of the room, there are long rows of tables and chairs.

   Even when night falls, there are still many monks reading at night here, trying to become "useful people" and change their "destiny" in the future.

   As for the top of the head, there are several huge lamps hung with yellowish sunstones, which make the light look very soft.

  Books, books, tables and chairs, lamps.

   At first glance, it looks like an ordinary study, not much different from a secular bookstore.

   The monks and bookshelves he passed by, Liu Yu's expression was as usual.

   He was just like an ordinary monk who came here, and went straight to the bookshelf on the right without any abnormality.

   "Basics of Alchemy" and "Basics of Refiners"

   "The Encyclopedia of Low-level Spirit Herbs", "Introduction to Refining", "Rongzhai Wubi"

   Looking around, just like the information Liu Yu had collected in advance, the bookshelves were full of books about cultivating immortals, but there were no books that could directly increase his strength.

   Obviously, the demon clan is still very afraid of this information.

   "Xu Shi"

   glanced at the sky to estimate the current time, Liu Yu took a deep breath.

   Then, he walked slowly among the bookshelves, his eyes swept over the books step by step, as if he was looking for books that he was interested in.

   This search is a full three hours.

  It was late at night when Chou Shi came, and the other guests in Jiren's study had already dispersed, but Liu Yu was still frowning among the bookshelves to search, and it seemed that he didn't find what he thought of.

   Generally, after a few hours, the study will be closed, and the guests will leave voluntarily, daring not to affect the owner of the study.

   Not only is the master of the study room a Jindan cultivator, but more importantly, he is a very rare formation master.

   Even if you become a prisoner, you will be treated by the demon clan. Enjoy the privileges that ordinary monks can't reach, such as being able to have a study in Changnan City, and usually don't have to participate in those hard work.

   But the difficult monk, the old man in the Confucian shirt has seen a lot, and has sufficient experience in dealing with it.

   He frowned secretly, stood in front of Liu Yu without a trace, and asked in a calm tone:

   "You have been looking for three hours, haven't you found the book you need?"

   "You might as well say it and see, this Jiren study has been opened for more than a hundred years."

   "The location of each book is clearly remembered by this old man."

Although the    Forbidden Ring can imprison mana, it does not have a great impact on consciousness.

   The study space is just that big. If you scan it with your divine sense, you will be able to read it all in a short time. It is impossible to search for it for three hours.

  Compared to normal monks, Liu Yu's obviously unusual behavior has made the old man in green shirt a little vigilant.

   Even in his heart, he was already guessing whether the other party was sent by the Huoque clan with ulterior motives?

   Hearing the words, Liu Yu smiled slightly, and his consciousness swept through the study inside and outside the study silently.

   After confirming that the conversation was safe, his face was straight and his tone was low:

   "I'm looking for a book called Rongzhai Liubi."

   The moment he heard this, the pupils of this Jindan old man who had gone through hundreds of years of ups and downs couldn't help shrinking.

  's face froze, and a very shocked expression appeared on his face.

   In the somewhat cloudy eyes, shock, shock and doubt flashed, and finally it turned into incredible!

   "Fellow Daoist, Rongzhai has only five essays!"

   After a breath, the face of the old man in the blue shirt returned to normal, and he said solemnly.

   The voice fell, the two looked at each other for a few breaths, and finally nodded slightly.

   "Fellow Daoist, please come with this old man."

   With a swipe of consciousness, he made sure that the conversation just now was not overheard, and the old man in the blue shirt quickly closed the shop and said this.

   After he finished speaking, he pulled out a book from the bookshelf and touched every mechanism.

   "click" "click"

   After the sound of the mechanism moving, a straight downward passage appeared in the aisle in the center of the study, which was also lit by a yellowish light.

"Please."

  The old man Qingshan said and went straight into the passage.

"Um."

   swept away his senses and was sure it wasn't a trap, Liu Yu nodded slightly and followed closely.

   "click"

   After the two entered, the sound of the moving mechanism came from the entrance of the cave, and the study returned to its original state.

   "There is a third-order top-quality formation here, and it is a formation that focuses on spiritual awareness, so you don't need to worry about being discovered by demon cultivators."

   "Even a fourth-order demon cultivator would be almost impossible to spot if he didn't scan carefully at close range."

   While walking, the old man in the blue shirt explained.

   Liu Yu nodded, but did not speak, just followed silently.

  The passage is not long, and the two of them came to the end in just a moment.

  This is a very simple space without any living utensils, but there are many futons on the ground.

   It is not like a place for cultivation, but a place where many monks gather in secret.

   "Daoyou is."

   After arriving at the place, the two of them each made their preparations on a futon. The old man in the blue shirt asked tentatively, obviously still a little worried.

   "The next one comes from Tiannan."

   Without hesitation, Liu Yu said solemnly.

   Finally got in touch with the monks of the Annan Protectorate. He didn't want to misunderstand because of the secret, so he chose to cut to the chase.

   "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it."

   "I never imagined that after such a long period of time, there would still be Taoist friends from Tiannan."

   "On the way, fellow Daoists must have gone through dangers and lived a long life, right?"

   Looking at Liu Yu carefully, the old man in the blue shirt sighed.

   "Some bumps, not worth mentioning, have all passed."

   "It's just a little bit of wind and frost."

   The appearance of Mu Yunyan, Gao Jianhan, and Canglou Laodao flashed in his heart, Liu Yu smiled lightly and said casually.

   Hearing the words, the old man in the blue shirt remained silent. He clearly knew how dangerous it was to cross the Hengduan Mountains.

   Over the past 100,000 years, the Annan Protectorate has made numerous attempts, but all of them have ended in failure.

  Annan Duhufu was established by the "Saint Wudi" of the Tang Dynasty when he opened the Changnan Ancient Road.

The meaning of   's existence is to protect the ancient road and maintain the close connection between Tiannan and the Central Region.

   But with the fall of the Tang Dynasty, the meaning of the existence of the Protectorate gradually changed, from Changda to the southern border, and eventually became "survival".

   But perhaps the original intention was not completely forgotten, or there were other reasons. During the hundreds of thousands of years when the Zhang family was in charge of the Protectorate, they had always sent cultivators to try to contact them.

   It was not until 6,000 years ago that the Fire Phoenix Clan suddenly launched an offensive, and the six continents of Annan fell one after another, so they had to stop their actions.

   "It's such a coincidence that fellow Daoist came, if it's another ten years, I'm afraid I won't see the old man again."

   "This Jiren study is the last point of contact in the entire Annan Protectorate."

   "But because of the current tense situation, we have not been able to wait for the arrival of the Tiannan cultivator. The above has decided to abolish this place."

   "In ten years at the latest, it will be withdrawn."

   After being silent for a while, the old man in the blue shirt sighed, his tone somewhat inexplicably complicated.

   "That's the right time!"

   Liu Yu said with a faint smile.

   "Old man Zhang Tao, I don't know how you call your friends, where are you from?"

   sighed a few words, thinking about not disappearing for too long, Zhang Tao asked with a straight face.

   "In the lower ancient city."

   "As for the origin?"

   "After losing contact with Zhongyu for so long, Tiannan has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the original sect has basically been destroyed."

   "Gu Mou's division was established after losing contact."

   Liu Yu casually reported the edited pseudonym.

   When he came to Zhongyu, he would encounter some strange magical powers or curses, so he decided to always use a pseudonym to act.

   said, he no longer used the hidden spirit technique to cover up, and released the spiritual pressure of the middle level of Jindan.

   Feeling this powerful spiritual pressure, Zhang Tao looked as usual and did not show any surprise.

  Because in this person's imagination, the monks who can cross the Hengduan Mountains must be of the arrogance level.

   It is impossible to be easily caught by the demon cultivator and become a prisoner in humiliation.

   After the introduction, without waiting for Liu Yu to ask, Zhang Tao took the initiative to introduce the current situation of the Annan Protectorate.

   "Since the "Saint Martial Emperor" established the Annan Duhufu."

   PS: I owe 4,000, and I will fight for 10,000 days tomorrow.

   I don't know why recently, I feel that my emotions have been in a very low state, like a big stone pressing on my chest, and I have no energy for anything.

   Is there any fellow Taoist who studied medicine? Is the author depressed?

   (end of this chapter)