"Ancients?"
Feng Qingcheng untied his coat and put on the silver silk soft armor: "This name sounds very popular......
"Pulling the wind?"
”Mu Shenxiao's deep eyes flashed a shallow smile: "Your adjective is very novel......
It's just that you don't know, rumored to be, the people of the ancient clan are even more popular......
Mu Shenxiao's fingertips suddenly and slowly slid over the ancient words on the scroll, and the color of the deep pupils changed in different shades, and his expression was unpredictable."
Legend has it that they are the descendants of the ancient gods......"
"Immortals?"
Feng Qingcheng suddenly chuckled: "Don't be funny......
In this world, where do the gods come from?
”Mu Shenxiao's black pupils retracted slightly, and he pulled out a scroll on the bookshelf with his backhand and handed it to Feng Chengcheng: "Look at this ......"
Feng Chengcheng glanced at him suspiciously, and finally opened the scroll, and after his eyes swept over it like a blade, his eyebrows tightened: "I recognize this word......
Is that your handwriting?
”"This handwriting is our handwriting......
But the content is translated from the Elder Scrolls......"
Feng Chengcheng's eyes looked at his ink-stained eyes in amazement, and after getting his affirmation, Fang looked at the scroll in his hand in great surprise."
How can you be sure......
This is what is translated from The Elder Scrolls?
”Mu Shenxiao raised his hand and pulled out a scroll again, and handed it to Feng Chengcheng's hand with a solemn expression, "You will know it if you see it." ”Feng Chengcheng glanced at him suspiciously, and quietly opened the scroll.The handwriting on the scroll was exactly the same as the one I had just seen, and it was obviously from the old ghost's hand."
According to rumors, the ancient clan has a long lifespan, and they are isolated from the world, and it is difficult to find where their clan is if they are not destined people......
Therefore, it can be said that few people in this world know about the existence of such a race. ”Mu Shenxiao once again pulled out a scroll on the wooden frame and handed it to Feng Chengcheng: "Look at this ...... again" Feng Chengcheng thought it was some kind of gossip and anecdote, but when he opened it, it was more like a volume of illustrations of teaching martial arts."
Buddha?
What is it?
”"It's a martial art......
Including internal strength, swordsmanship......
It's just a pity that the latter part doesn't seem to have been translated, so it's broken, and there should be corresponding martial arts that haven't been translated. ”Mu Shenxiao's voice was quiet, and he said in a deep voice: "Although this martial art has not been fully translated, the internal skills and swordsmanship that have been translated are extremely domineering......"
"How do you know that it is extremely domineering?"
”Feng Qingcheng responded casually, but suddenly stared at his dark eyes like an epiphany: "Could it be?
Have you practiced?
”"That's why I know here......
Mu Shenxiao put the scroll in its place, and his cold and infinite eyes looked at the dark nothingness in the distance: "This place, except for the passing years, I'm afraid few outsiders know about it......"
His eyes dimmed, and he quietly dressed her and gently tied the thin belt on her waist."
There are several places in the Demon Gate that are absolutely forbidden places......
No one can go without the permission of the Lord......
It's like the library cave where we are now, and the death row where you are still ......" () Supreme Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss Ghost Doctor