Immortal Emperor returns to be a grandpa

Chapter 908 Dungeon

After being reminded by the old storyteller, the white-clothed storyteller nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, yes, my uncle is the controller of the nearest storytelling mansion, don't kill me, I will reciprocate."

Wu Tian chuckled.

"I'm telling the truth." The white-clothed storyteller cried out in a panic: "You have to believe me, I will let my uncle repay you, my uncle loves me more than my father, he will definitely listen to me .”

Wu Tian didn't bother to pay attention to the white-clothed storyteller, so he just flicked his finger, and the sun was really hot, and he was just flicked out.
The fire of the sun burns brightly,
In the fire, the white-clothed storyteller screamed pitifully, his screams made the listeners shudder.

In the blink of an eye, the white-clothed storyteller lost his mind and soul, vanished into thin air, and ceased to exist.

"Gollum."

Seeing this scene, the old storyteller and the young storyteller swallowed hard.

terrible!
too frightening.

the fire just now,
Even if they are storytellers,

But I haven't heard of it.

"Okay, the matter is over, let's take the pirate ship and go to the mainland."

From Wu Tian's point of view, it's nothing more than picking up some small characters, and it's not worth mentioning. It's better to go to the mainland as soon as possible.

"Yes."

Dao Feng and others also had a calm face. The death of the pirate and the death of the white-clothed storyteller, from their current perspective, is really not that good, they just nodded without extra expression.

The old storyteller and the young storyteller looked at each other, they didn't expect this to happen.

If ordinary people killed the king of pirates, Baili Futu, they would be overjoyed,
But this group of people did not.

Even if they killed the white-clothed storyteller, their faces never seemed to show worry or fear.

Sitting on a pirate ship is headed towards the mainland. On the boat, Dao Feng is drinking, Zhou Butong is practicing boxing, Si'er, Lan Niang, Hong Ji, Qin Yuhan, Miao Shan, etc. are all gathered together, talking about their daughter's family,

Wu Tian and Li Xiangshi discussed physiognomy,
The only ones who are not in the mood are the old storyteller and the young girl storyteller, they are still worried about Wu Tian.

It can be seen that Wu Tian and others are talking and laughing happily,
The old storyteller suddenly said depressedly: "I suddenly have a feeling that the emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is in a hurry to die."

Girl Storyteller: "."

An hour later, they came to the mainland. Under the leadership of the old storyteller and the young girl storyteller, Wu Tian and others entered the dense forest. Soon, a mansion in the forest appeared before Wu Tian and others.

"Very rich spiritual energy. This kind of spiritual energy has never been possessed in the Three Regions." Once here, Si'er said with a sigh in his heart,
The aura of the storyteller's mansion is three times that of the most prosperous aura in the three domains. Walking into it, Dao Feng and the others felt a burst of relief in the pores of their bodies, and the air entered the nose, nourishing the five internal organs. This kind of aura,
Three domains, really can't exist,

Just a few breaths will give the body and mind the feeling of soaking in a hot spring.

Here, breathing is a kind of enjoyment.

Not to mention, if one cultivated in such a place, one would definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort compared with the three domains.

"The books in the storytelling mansion are very different from the books in ordinary bookstores. Most of the books in the mansion have spirits. Every page is high-quality, and the value of a page is more than a thousand gold." The girl storyteller is humane,
The first time she knew that the books in the storytelling mansion were so expensive, she was also taken aback.

It's just a book, it's just paper, and the precious thing is obviously the words in it, why do you care so much about the material of the paper?
Even, the ink contains gold, pearls and other materials.

Wu Tian smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, all of this is nothing more than "face".

Some buildings are built in places with great aura, and the materials of the buildings are amazing.
First, for the sake of face, let outsiders know how powerful it is.

Second, these substances are also helpful for cultivation.For example, jade.

In the jade, there is a powerful aura.

"The Storyteller's Mansion is right in front of you, let's go in." The old storyteller said humanely,
Wu Tian et al. nodded, took a closer look, and found that the storyteller's mansion, on the surface, was a mansion, but in fact, the place where the books were collected was all underground.

The specific area is not a mansion, but a city.

The city below, like the city above, has many houses, and the streets are full of people,

"This is the dungeon?" Qin Yuhan couldn't help blinking, and said so.

She did not expect such a wonderful existence,
This city, every house, is unique,

For example, the houses in the row on the left are all "Confucian houses", and all of them are Confucianism.

On the right is the "law house", in which there is the study of legalism,
And the people who live in those houses naturally prefer those people with knowledge.

"Above the earth, martial arts are respected, and there are endless battles. People who used to be learned all entered the Storyteller's Mansion and found the underground peace, so they lived here and gradually formed such a unique landscape." The old storyteller explained. road.

Wu Tian nodded. There are tens of thousands of people in the world. Some people love martial arts and want to be honored by martial arts.Naturally, some people like to pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and see the life of Nanshan leisurely.

With the popularity of martial arts, some deep mountains are not peaceful.

The underground has become the only quiet and peaceful place.

What's more, any underground is under the control of Heisha Devil Emperor, so the underground has become the residence that most people yearn for.

It is also reasonable to build a bookstore underground.

"Of course, if you want to read a book, you need the permission of the City Lord's Mansion." The old man became worried when he said this,

The City Lord's Mansion is naturally run by the uncle of the storyteller in white.

"It's okay, just go." Wu Tian said calmly, he wanted to see what tricks the other party could play.

Santo Mansion,
Naturally, it is the largest building in the dungeon, and the collection of books in it is different from that of the outside house. The collection of books in the outside house is just one category.

The collection of books in the City Lord's Mansion is varied.

The City Lord's Mansion, like all the houses in the dungeon, has walls and everything made of paper, but these papers are extraordinary, and their hardness is not inferior to that of stones.

In front of the City Lord's Mansion,

There are two huge lights, the momentum is terrifying, giving people a sense of power.It means that time is important.

The horizontal plaque of the City Lord's Mansion is replaced by a book, the title of which is "The Analects of Confucius".
However, the cover is "The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die. The father wants his son to die, and it is not filial if the son does not die."

"The Analects of Confucius",
Wu Tian still remembers that he was also the first to speak in this world. Of course, what he said were all classic sentences in the Analects.

But after thousands of years of development, "The Analects of Confucius" has long been mixed with other sentences, and even the meaning of the sentences may have been modified and reversed.

"Have you noticed that the gatekeepers are all at the first level of the Heavenly King Realm." Zhou Budong noticed something, and suddenly gasped.

(End of this chapter)