Flip through the trash can?

Huang Hao and Kong Siyuan were both dumbfounded. They never expected that this museum spirit would actually ask them to flip through the trash can. Could it be that they would treat them as rag pickups?

"I am a scholar, how can I go and flip the trash can!" Kong Siyuan said with disgust: "This is simply a disgrace to his ethics."

The library spirit ignored Kong Siyuan's protest at all, but said: "I am about to be liberated. This is the last time I have opened the door to the core area of ​​the library. You will be the last group of practitioners entering the core area before the new library spirit appears."

While speaking, the Guan Ling suddenly stretched out her hand, and her arm covered with red gold fire pointed at the door that the tiger-headed demon cultivator and the others had no time to open.

The next moment, the door opened.

As the door opened, a breath of ancient pines surged out of the gate.

Feeling this breath, Huang Hao and Kong Siyuan's eyes became solemn at the same time. At this moment, the breath that surged out from this gate made them feel a great majesty, as if there was a peerless strong man sitting inside the gate.

"Okay, the gate of the core level has opened, and it's time for me to leave." A word with a strong sense of relief came, and the red gold flame suddenly became dark. The next moment, the black robe figure completely disappeared.

"call--"

The red gold fire quickly returned to Huang Hao's body and lurked again. Immediately, Huang Hao felt a huge force separate from the red gold fire and poured into his dantian, making his already extremely full dantian more full. At this moment, Huang Hao even faintly felt a pain coming from the dantian, which was forcibly stretched out. Huang Hao felt that if he continued to absorb the power with the red gold fire, his dantian might be broken because he could not bear the swelling of the dantian.

"Fellow Daoist Huang Hao, what should I do?" Kong Siyuan looked at Huang Hao, pointed to the tiger-headed demon cultivator on the ground and asked, "You can't bring this guy in too, right?"

Huang Hao smiled and said, "It's okay, he can't live long anyway."

While speaking, Huang Hao picked up the tiger-headed demon cultivator and held it in his hand like a chicken, and then walked into the gate.

"Wait for me!" Kong Siyuan shouted hurriedly, then quickly followed, and entered the gate with Huang Hao one after another.

As the two men entered the gate, the gate seemed to have spirituality and closed automatically. As the gate closed, the ancient aura disappeared instantly, and the entire reading room became quiet again. If I didn't know how to recognize it, I would never believe what kind of battle I had experienced here better.

...

"Is this the core layer of the library?" After entering the gate, Kong Siyuan couldn't help but sigh.

The moment they entered the gate, the two of them seemed to have entered an independent space. They saw that everything on this core layer was very different from the outside. This was a white space full of light. Looking around, the purpose was white, like a deep white ocean. There were many bookshelfs floating in all directions, and there were many books on each bookshelves. These books were very different from the books around the stairs outside. Each of the books here exuded a bright light, as if each book was an independent life, revealing a trace of spirituality.

"Every book here is a rare treasure!" Kong Siyuan widened his eyes, his voice full of excitement. As a scholar, his desire for books is not comparable to that of Huang Hao.

However, Huang Hao did not answer him. His eyes fell on a desk in front of him. It was an extremely simple desk, made of a gray-brown wood carved. It was not luxurious, but it gave people a feeling of returning to nature. On the desk, there was a piece of white rice paper, and next to the rice paper, there was an inkstone. On the ink was even a green brush, dipped in ink on the brush, and it seemed that it had not dried yet.

"I don't know how many years this space has been closed, but the ink on this brush has not been killed. This is really amazing." Huang Hao looked at the tip of the brush, his heart full of amazement.

At this moment, Kong Siyuan also noticed this scene and immediately said with a shiny look: "Fellow Daoist Huang Hao, the museum spirit said that this was the temporary study of the Jade Emperor. Although I don't know what the Jade Emperor exists, it is definitely a peerless strong man who can regard such a place as a study. Do you think that book case belongs to that strong man?"

Huang Hao nodded solemnly and said in agreement: "It's very likely! Let's go and take a look."

While speaking, Huang Hao and Kong Siyuan walked towards the direction of the book case. However, before they could walk a few steps, their steps suddenly stopped, and there was an inexplicable look of horror on their faces.

Just as they walked towards the desk, a shadow slowly appeared on the chair behind the desk. It was a shadow, a shadow full of faint blackness.

At this moment, this shadow was sitting upright, looking at the piece of rice paper on the table without moving, as if she was falling into deep thought.

"That... is it a human or a ghost..." Kong Siyuan looked at Huang Hao in fear, swallowed his saliva, and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know either." Huang Hao's heart was also tight. At first glance, the shadow seemed like a dead thing, but it gave Huang Hao a feeling of a living life. However, this core level has not come for many years, so why can there still be life? Even a practitioner in the Mahayana stage may have fallen into the long river of time.

The two looked at each other, and then walked again in the direction of the book case as if they had reached an agreement.

step……

Two steps...

Three steps...

Just as they reached the third step, something even more shocking suddenly happened. The motionless shadow suddenly moved!

Shadow suddenly picked up the brush on the desk and even started to write and paint on the rice paper. However, in the eyes of the two, they did not see any ink marks appearing on the rice paper.

The ink marks on the tip of the nose were obviously not dry, and the tip of the pen touched the rice paper, but no handwriting appeared. Such a contradictory phenomenon made both of them confused.

Strange, getting weirder.

The shadow is written very quickly. If the strokes can write the handwriting, a majestic macaque ink treasure will inevitably appear on the rice paper.

Huang Hao and Kong Siyuan looked at each other silently, and the light in their eyes became brighter and brighter. From the way they wrote the shadow, a strange understanding actually arose in their hearts. It was like a martial arts master practicing the moves of returning to nature, as if a calligraphy master was teaching the true meaning of calligraphy.

For a moment, the two of them became a little confused.

However, at this moment, the shadow's movement suddenly stopped, and the brush was put back on the inkstone, just like the position they had been placed before.

Then, a voice that seemed to be talking to himself came from the shadow. The sound was extremely thick and fell into the ears of Huang Hao and Kong Siyuan, but it was a majesty like the sky and the earth was broken: "I have been dormant for tens of thousands of years, but I still can't calm down. Since I can't let go of my hatred, I will kill myself and revive my name as Jade Emperor..."

Speaking of this, the sound suddenly stopped, but the shadow suddenly stood up and faced the sky, as if he was about to break through the sky.

However, the shadow still did not break through the air. Just as the shadow stood up, the shadow began to slowly dissipate, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared in front of the two of them.

The two of them looked at each other and saw an extremely incredible look in each other's eyes.

"That shadow seems to call himself the Jade Emperor?" Kong Siyuan took a deep breath and said in disbelief.

"Yes!" Huang Hao nodded with an extremely solemn expression.

"Was that Jade Emperor a person the powerful person mentioned by Guan Ling? But hasn't that powerful person already left? Why does his shadow still appear here?" Kong Siyuan drooled, as if he was thinking of something extremely shocked, and his body trembled a little.

Huang Hao looked at the Grand Master chair deeply, and after a long time, he said: "The Jade Emperor is indeed a powerful man. Maybe he had left back then, but this shadow has not dissipated, but has remained for tens of thousands of years. Over the past tens of thousands of years, the shadow has obviously undergone some strange changes, so it began to repeat what happened before the Jade Emperor left."

What Huang Hao said was just Huang Hao's guess. But at this moment, Huang Hao could not explain all this except for such a guess.

"This is the real strong man!" Kong Siyuan looked at the Taishi Chair with admiration, as if he had seen the shadow on the Taishi Chair, and couldn't help but hold his fists deeply in the direction of the Taishi Chair. Huang Hao was the same, and bowed respectfully.

This worship is nothing but admiration for the strong!

"Hmph, damn it, why can't this door be opened!" At this moment, a sudden sound of shock and anger came from behind. Huang Hao looked back and saw that the tiger-headed demon cultivator had recovered a little bit of strength at some time and was trying to open the core level door at this moment. However, the door did not even shake, and no matter how hard the tiger-headed demon cultivator tried, it could not be opened.
Chapter completed!