Plane Development Plan

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After telling the women not to enter this small study and to deliver meals and clothes on time every day, Xiao Jiang quietly came to the West Lake. According to Murong Qianqiu's description, Xiao Jiang sneaked into the Murong family's forbidden area, Langhuan Pavilion.

The so-called Langhuan Pavilion is not an attic but a secret passage excavated from the heart of the mountain. The only entrance is underground in a huge manor. There is a special alloy door that cannot be opened without a golden sword.

This is rare for martial arts masters, but Xiao Jiang, who knows the Five Elements Escape Technique, can't help but escape directly from the top of the mountain into the underground passage. Not long after, he saw an underground hall a hundred meters wide.

Rows of bookshelves are neatly arranged in the hall. The bookshelves are all sealed with glass and appear to have been evacuated. There are also dozens of monitors and various alarms throughout the hall.

With the Red Queen around, Xiao Jiang simply ignored these things. He walked to a bookshelf and looked at a parchment scroll inside and the records engraved inside the glass. He frowned slightly and said:

"Nearly three hundred kinds of martial arts secrets and hundreds of thousands of ancient secret books are sealed here. The inheritance of the Murong family is really impressive, but some of the martial arts here are quite advanced. Why does the Murong family continue to decline?"

"Pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, or the children of their family have poor qualifications, or even the population is not prosperous, it is possible anyway."

Xiao Jiang deeply agrees, but he believes in the first one more. With so many secret books, the Murong family's own skills, as well as the family's heritage and wealth, if it were his descendants for so long, there would be hundreds or even thousands of them. There is always some, how could it be possible to fall from a top family to a seventh-rate family.

Since it is possible, there is only one possibility. Murong Wei has been secretly accumulating strength, and the purpose may have nothing to do with Murong Wei's thought of revenge for thousands of years.

"Sir, he said that Xiao Jiang Qianqiu is Xiao Jiangfu's direct predecessor? In fact, your current situation is similar to Xiao Jiangfu's?"

Before confirming that the goods were genuine, Murong opened the seventh brocade box. There was a seal on the outside, and there were seven seals of Xiaoyan King's Seal underneath. That wretched thing was a treasure to Murong Wei. In the eyes of others, if it had merit, Murong felt that I used it to crack walnuts, but I kept them anyway.

Feeling the light and chaotic mental fluctuations emitted by the crystal, a hint of understanding appeared in Pei Shan's eyes. I put away the crystal and looked inside the brocade box. I took out a piece of paper with large Chinese characters engraved on it.

There were eight boxes, two useless ones, and a lump inside that was useless even for smashing walnuts. Murong slowly looked at the other items in the treasure house. There were some hot weapons from that world outside, and each one was regarded as the future. The magical weapon is much weaker than ordinary iron in the eyes of the cultivator who made it.

Recorded with gold foil, Murong knew that if there was no secret, he would read it quickly

"Where are the things? What about the things outside? Did he mean that the crystal is outside?"

Murong walked through the bookshelves in the small hall. Very slowly, I came to an alloy door. I swayed through the door and retreated into a room of nearly 100 square meters. In that room were stacks of gold bars and gold bricks. In front of the gold bricks was a A metal box was opened carefully, and there were various jewelry and jades inside.

Half a day ago, roars like ferocious beasts came out from the large secret room of Langhuan Pavilion. A rickety man with only a few strands of messy long hair under his head and a face like moss glared angrily at eight old men with similar faces.

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