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That person probably heard the voice and came out to look. Although he couldn't see who it was, he saw that Wang Yuan was alone and started looking for things again.

Wang Yuan recognized that person as a monk of Huang Yuzong, and he didn't bother him, but rushed into a room quickly.

This should be the dormitory for the disciples of Tianhuang Palace in the past. There are very few things in it, as if they have moved. I don't know how this sect was abandoned back then.

Wang Yuan has spiritual sense, so naturally he doesn't need to rummage like that cultivator. He scanned the room and found two middle-grade magic weapons in the room. The middle-grade magic weapon also proved the wealth of Tianhuang Palace back then.

Wang Yuan didn't have a magic weapon, so he might as well find a few more places if he has the time.

In the second room, under a dilapidated futon, there were several talismans with exhausted spiritual energy.

He searched for three rooms in a row, but there was nothing that Wang Yuan liked.

Wang Yuan slapped his head, this is the disciple's dormitory, how can there be any good things.

Wang Yuan entered the Bitian Pagoda, searched for it, and found that Panpan was lying down and taking a nap under the branch cut from the Cold Wind Valley.

Wang Yuan walked over: "Panpan, hurry up, come out and help me find treasures, there are many treasures here."

Panpan opened one eye and looked at Wang Yuan, then closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Wang Yuan also had no choice but to hold Panpan in his arms, and then left the Bitian Pagoda.

Under Dabao's guidance, Wang Yuan walked in one direction.

Quickly left the courtyard and came to a large square, which should be the place where the disciples gathered. There was a tall building in front of it, and Wang Yuan walked over.

This is a large hall, which is very spacious, covering two to three hundred square meters, but there is not a single pillar.There is a one-meter-high platform on the front of the main hall with futons on it, which should be a place for lectures.

Wang Yuan walked up to the podium, there was nothing but futons here, and even if there were any, they had already been taken away by the monks who came before.

Just as Wang Yuan was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something, yes, this futon.

Things that have been placed for tens of thousands of years are still as good as new, can they be ordinary things?
Wang Yuan picked up the futon and asked Dabao.

"This is made of grass with pure mind and quiet consciousness. Sitting on it to practice will greatly promote the spiritual consciousness. It is a relatively precious thing." From Dabao's perspective, if this thing is still precious, it means that it is really very precious. It is precious, and it can increase the speed of spiritual consciousness cultivation, which is definitely useful for Wang Yuan.

After collecting the futon, Wang Yuan left the back door of the main hall.

There is a three-story building here, and Wang Yuan discovered that there is a restriction here, and this restriction can also prevent his spiritual sense from investigating.

Wang Yuan was very interested, but when he reached the door, he found that he couldn't get in, so he had to ask Dabao for help. After a stick of incense, he got help from Naihe, and Wang Yuan finally entered the building.

It was only when I came in that I found out that this building was called Zhaixing Building. It used to be the library building of Tianhuang Palace, no wonder there was a ban on it, but now most of the bookshelves here are empty, only a few books are thrown in the corners , are made of a very thin animal hide.

Wang Yuan picked up one and looked at it. It was a book introducing Lingzhi. After flipping through a few pages, he found that he didn't recognize any of them.

He picked up another book, but it was a travelogue, which was written by a monk about his travels in the spiritual world.

Wang Yuan didn't have time to look through them, so he put them all away.

Come to the second floor.

There are a lot less bookshelves here, only one jade slip fell on the bottom of the bookshelf, Wang Yuan released his spiritual power to put the jade slip over, stuck it on his forehead and read it, he was surprised, it was the one who was killed by the Five Elements in "Gang Sha" Gold kill.

This kind of treasure was picked up casually?This luck is also against the sky.

After searching carefully again, but finding nothing else, Wang Yuan came to the third floor.

This is the top floor of the Zhaixing Building. There is only a table and four chairs. There are no bookshelves, books and jade slips.

Wang Yuan looked up, and an exquisite chandelier caught his attention.

This is a four-corner pavilion-like copper lamp, hanging in the middle of the roof. There is no lamp oil for ordinary people in it, but a little boy stands on the steps on each side of the pavilion. A bead decorated in the shape of a lantern should be a magic weapon, probably powered by spirit stones.

This lamp is very exquisitely made. The pillars above the pavilion are carved with coiled dragons. In the pavilion, there is a man sitting on a stool holding a chess piece in his hand. There is an end game on the table in front of him, but he has no opponent, just one person. playing chess.

The more you look at it, the more problematic it becomes. It’s just a lamp, why make it so unique?
Wang Yuan flew up to get closer to the lamp, and looked carefully at the little man inside. The bronze man was only about an inch in size, but his facial features were clear. He looked like a middle-aged man with a beard, and his Taoist robe seemed to be fluttering.

Wang Yuan looked at it hesitantly for a while, and his spiritual sense explored the pavilion.

The spiritual sense swept over the four children, and there was nothing wrong with it. The pavilion and pillars were fine, and the table and chessboard were fine.

When his consciousness swept across the statue of the middle-aged man, a voice came from his mind: "Did someone find me again?"

Although Wang Yuan was a little surprised, he wasn't too surprised. He had encountered quite a few such things.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Senior, this junior entered here by accident, I don't know who you are?"

"Me? I am the elder holding the lantern of Tianhuang Temple."

Wang Yuan didn't understand, what is the elder who holds the lamp?Never heard of it.

Before Wang Yuan could ask, the voice came again: "I'll ask you a question, if you answer it, I'll give you a spell."

Answering a question, is this answering the question?When did the comprehension world also play this?What if it is too difficult to answer?Wang Yuan blinked.

Before he agreed, the other party asked the question: "There are 35 Violent Tigers and Golden-crowned Pheasants in total, with a total of 94 legs. How many Violent Tigers are there?"

After the leisurely speech, the other party sighed softly, with infinite loneliness and loneliness in the sigh: "You have a quarter of an hour to think, if you can't answer it, forget it."

Wang Yuan was dumbfounded. He was so nervous just now that he thought that the other party was going to ask some questions about his practice. He was really not very proficient, but when the other party asked this question, Wang Yuan was about to cry. This is not a dream, is it? Brother, did you wear it earlier than me?

"There are twelve Violent Tigers in total." Wang Yuan subconsciously said.

"Huh?" The man's voice was full of shock: "How did you know? Tell me quickly."

Wang Yuan smiled wryly: "The Violent Tiger has four legs, and the Golden Pheasant has two legs. There are a total of 35 monsters. Each monster cut off two legs, and the remaining 24 legs are all Violent Tigers. Because All the legs of the golden-crowned pheasants have been chopped off, and each Violent Tiger has two legs left, so there are twelve Violent Tigers in total."

Silence, long silence.

After a long time, when Wang Yuan thought that person had disappeared, the person's voice finally came: "If I could have thought of this method so quickly, Mixiang Peak would not have missed my junior sister."

"Senior, are you inside this little bronze figure? What form do you exist in, why can't I feel you?" Wang Yuan asked.

"I'm just a divine sense. I've stayed here for a long time, and I'm tired of it. I'll teach you a spell. Don't think about it, use your divine sense to sense it." After the man finished speaking, Wang Yuan felt a flood of information flow from his mind. Consciousness flooded in, and I was busy and calmly received it.