My Majesty, I wish you a long life without bounds!

Feng Xiaolang stroked the hair that was tied up by Zeng Shuiyun just now, tilted his head and said, "I only saw a study in the next bedroom, but I didn't see many books in it. Could it be that there is another scholar?"

Zeng Shuiyun casually put the black iron into his arms, tapped Feng Xiaolang on the forehead and said, "The Six Realms are so big, it's very rare to have one scholar. Do you think there are many scholars in the Six Realms?"

Feng Xiaolang blinked his eyes, according to Zeng Shuiyun's attitude towards book spirits, he thought there were many book spirits in the Six Realms, but they were so rare, he sniffed and said, "Is there really only one of the Six Realms? "

Zeng Shuiyun pulled Feng Xiaolang to the door, looked sideways at Feng Xiaolang and said, "The book spirit is like the treasure box of Liu Ye, it was created by my magic power when I was in the Demon Realm in the early years, maybe there will be others in the future The demon created something similar to a book spirit, but it can only be similar, and it will no longer be a book spirit.”

Feng Xiaolang looked up at Zeng Shuiyun and said, "Master, when will this apprentice be able to independently create a world, or independently create something similar to a book essence?"

Zeng Shuiyun pulled Feng Xiaolang down the high stage, and said with a light smile, "Generally speaking, monsters who have cultivated to level ten mana and have a higher level of comprehension can do it, but depending on the speed at which disciples can advance in mana now..."

Feng Xiaolang's eyebrows moved slightly, and he said excitedly, "Is it possible now?"

Zeng Shuiyun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "No, it's because the advancement speed is too fast, so when the mana reaches the eleventh level, he may barely be able to create a world or something similar to a book spirit independently, but Everything that was created was low-level."

Feng Xiaolang looked at Zeng Shuiyun's awkward expression, twitched the corners of his mouth, looked around and said, "Master, where are we going?" He remembered that this road seemed to lead to the prison.

Zeng Shuiyun held Feng Xiaolang's shoulders and walked directly from the door of the cell, and walked directly to the back of the palace. When Feng Xiaolang followed Zeng Shuiyun and walked around the corner, he was stunned by the sight in front of him. He was still hiding behind the palace. There is a small palace, blocked by a high-level palace in front, standing at the gate of the house, unable to see anything.

But the reason why Feng Xiaolang didn't see the elegant small palace was not because the small palace was blocked by the majestic palace above the higher steps in front, but because Zeng Shuiyun set up boundaries around the small palace. , even if you go to the back of the palace, you will not see a palace here.

Compared with the big palace, the small palace is not inferior at all. The palace in front is majestic and majestic, standing high above the high steps, which makes people feel like looking up. It is simple but full of elegance and majesty of the emperor, while the palace in the back It is the domineering style of the miscellaneous classics, the breath of the scrolls trickling in, and the first word that comes to mind is "elegance".

Feng Yanglang smacked his lips and said, "It turns out that Master has hidden all the books here."

Zeng Shuiyun patted Feng Xiaolang on the head and said, "If you don't have so many books, how can there be good books?"

Feng fflang suddenly realized that, indeed, if Zeng Shuiyun hadn't read a lot of books himself, how could he have so much knowledge in the book essence? Feng Xiaolang couldn't help saying to Zeng Shuiyun, "I didn't expect the master to read so many books."

Zeng Shuiyun pinched Feng Xiaolang's little nose and said, "Could it be that in the eyes of disciples, being a teacher is a person who is ignorant?"

Feng fflang thought for a while, and finally shook his head uncertainly and said, "Probably not."

Zeng Shuiyun gently bit the corner of Feng Xiaolang's lips, touched the place where Feng Xiaolang was bitten just now, and said in a good mood, "There are always fewer books than books to read."

After finishing speaking, he took Feng Xiaolang's shoulders, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, and he saw neat rows of bookshelves. At a glance, he felt like he couldn't see the end, and each bookshelf had five layers. It is not very high or low, just suitable for reading books, and each bookshelf is marked with what kind of books are placed in the bookshelf. It can be seen that the owner who built this place spent a lot of money when he first built it. thought.

Feng fflang walked into the bookstore, blinked his eyes and said, "Master, why didn't you put the bookcases from the ancient times into the bookcase, wouldn't it be easier to read?"

Zeng Shuiyun led Feng Xiaolang directly into the last row, and said in a soft voice, "Although the willpower of the book spirit is very firm, it will also be conquered by those with stronger willpower, so as a teacher, only place it in the book spirit. It contains common content knowledge in the Six Realms and some methods of cultivating mana and spells, but the cracking method is not written, so that it can prevent someone from stealing the book spirit and stealing the content inside."

After finishing speaking, Zeng Shuiyun took Feng Wlang to the farthest place in the last row. Zeng Shuiyun took down a scroll from the top floor. The words on it were from ancient times. Although Zeng Shuiyun had kept this scroll for a long time, Zeng Shuiyun didn't take a closer look at it. After all, even if things from the ancient times still existed in the Six Realms, they wouldn't appear at all. Don't look at the reason of useless books, give up this scroll.

Zeng Shuiyun raised his eyebrows and looked at the scroll in his hand, and sat back, a chair suddenly appeared behind the empty space, and Zeng Shuiyun happened to be sitting on the chair, Zeng Shuiyun gently pulled Feng Xiaolang hand, let Feng Xiaolang sit on his lap, wrapped Feng Xiaolang into his arms, flipped through the scroll in his hand casually.

Feng Xiaolang looked down at the words on the scroll. The words on the scroll were that each line of ancient texts was accompanied by a line of small modern texts as a translation, while the ancient texts on the scroll and the scrolls given to them by the ancient god tree It was exactly the same as the words on the black iron, Feng Xiaolang raised his lips slightly when he saw this, it seems that they will soon unlock the method to crack the cultivation of evil skills.

Zeng Shuiyun took Feng Yulang's hand, and asked Feng Yulang to stretch out only one finger, point at the words on the scroll, read each word one by one, and after reading a sentence, he turned his head to Feng Yulang and said, "A My son has memorized how to write characters from ancient times?"

Feng Xiaolang carefully looked at the words on the scroll, and quickly memorized the words on it. Ever since Feng Xiaolang's mana jumped to the ninth level,

After that, not only my physical strength has become more abundant, but also my memory is far better than before. It can be said that I have a photographic memory now.

Feng Mlang frowned slightly, nodded and said, "I remember."

Zeng Shuiyun stroked Feng Xiaolang's hair, and then explained the contents of the scroll downwards. After nearly an hour, Zeng Shuiyun gave Feng Xiaolang all the contents of the scroll. After the lecture, Zeng Shuiyun rubbed Feng Xiaolang's head , chuckled and said, "Tu'er remembered the fonts from ancient times?"

Feng Xiaolang looked sideways at Zeng Shuiyun, and said with a smile, "Of course I remember everything."

Zeng Shuiyun rolled up the scroll, and when he let it go gently, the scroll seemed to have its own spirit at all, and it automatically floated to the place where the scroll was placed. Feng Xiaolang couldn't help smacking his lips when he saw this, and said silently in his heart, "wait When my mana surpasses the eleventh level, my master can also create a world beyond the level."

Zeng Shuiyun put the black iron in Feng Yinlang's hand, flicked the surface of the black iron lightly, and said with a smile, "Then this piece of black iron will be handed over to the disciple for translation."

Feng Yanglang blinked and looked at Heitie, and after a long time, he turned his head to look at Zeng Shuiyun and said, "What if the disciple translates wrongly?"

Zeng Shuiyun said calmly, "Then it's okay for the two of you to practice together wrongly." Zeng Shuiyun said it's okay, but in fact it's really okay. If Feng Xunlang translates wrongly, he can find out.

Feng Xiaolang smacked his lips and said, "Then what is the master doing?"

Zeng Shuiyun helped Feng Xiaolang up, and took out both the scroll of the sacred tree of the valley and the scroll that Bai Yang gave to Zeng Shuiyun from his arms, and said with a smile, "I only need to translate the things on the black iron, and the teacher needs to translate such things." There are too many scrolls, so it seems that it is a disadvantage for the teacher〇"

When Zeng Shuiyun put down the scroll, a desk was automatically generated under the scroll, and its specifications and size were exactly the same as the chair Zeng Shuiyun was sitting on.

Feng Xiaolang blinked his eyes, looked curiously at the set of tables and chairs used by Zeng Shuiyun, holding black iron in his hand, and said with a smile, "Master, did this set of tables and chairs come from the master?" He has never tried to conjure up tables and chairs, and it seems to be very interesting.

Zeng Shuiyun pinched Feng Xiaolang's cheek, and said dotingly, "I set up a spell in this bookstore for my master, and this spell will automatically conjure what you need according to your movements."

As soon as Feng Wlang heard the interest, he said excitedly, "When the apprentice makes a lie down movement, a bed will be created here?"

Zeng Shuiyun's brows and eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up and said, "You can give it a try."

Feng Xiaolang moved his eyebrows and made a posture of lying down, but when Feng Xiaolang's body was basically flat, there was no bed under Feng Xiaolang, and Feng Xiaolang saw that there was no bed under him. The bed appeared, and with an idea, he cast a spell to imitate the scene where Zeng Shuiyun just sat down. While the body was lying down, a small sheet appeared under the body, which just caught Feng Xiaolang〇