Just at this moment.
A voice suddenly sounded.
"You are here indeed!"
"who!"
Ying Wuji's pupils shrank. He didn't expect that there was someone else here.
Small copies are places that are not covered by the laws and public order and morality of the Kingdom of Li, so you must be extremely alert.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a Taoist priest leaning against the door frame, looking at him sleepily.
"Han Juan?"
"It is this poor Taoist!"
Han Juan yawned, his expression full of fatigue, and his spirit was much worse than before entering the tomb.
Ying Wuji had a stern expression and drew out the long sword from his waist.
This sword was a gift from Zhao Ji. Although it is not as good as King Wu Ling's sword, it is also a rare and excellent item.
Now he had reached the twelfth level of the third stage and had countless earth-level spells at his disposal. He knew that he could not be weaker than Han Juan, but this Taoist was quite mysterious and he had to be on guard against him.
Han Juan yawned: "Don't be on guard against me just because I am from the Han family. My interests in entering the tomb this time do not conflict with yours. In fact, they are consistent to some extent. Put away the sword, it's so creepy!"
Ying Wuji had no intention of putting away his sword: "Oh? Tell me, what interests are in line with each other?"
"That's a long story..."
Han Juan did not answer immediately, but asked a question with a smile: "Aren't you curious about why you can be teleported directly to the Qingshiliao?"
Ying Wuji raised his eyebrows: "Because of you?"
“I guess so!”
"How did you do that?"
"The sound you just heard was the heartbeat of Emperor Zhuanxu. It can ignore any obstacles and be heard by all of Zhuanxu's royal blood descendants."
"Are you kidding me?"
Ying Wuji sneered: "You mean Emperor Zhuanxu is still alive? And the heartbeat is coming from you? You don't mean to say that you are Emperor Zhuanxu?"
Han Juan shook his head: "Emperor Zhuanxu is not alive, but he is not dead either. This heartbeat sound is not made by me. It fills the entire world, but the sound is very small. I just mastered a secret technique to amplify his heartbeat sound!"
Ying Wuji curled his lips.
This statement seems to be much more reasonable.
But he still didn't believe it.
After all, Emperor Zhuanxu lived thousands of years ago, how could he be alive today?
"Don't believe it?"
Han Juan was not surprised by his vigilance. He just smiled and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. Just follow me to find someone. Once you find her, you will naturally believe it."
After saying that, he waved to Ying Wuji and turned away.
The back was completely exposed to Ying Wuji.
"This Taoist..."
Ying Wuji shook his head, closed the scabbard and followed.
Although this statement sounds outrageous, one thing is certain, Han Juan must have mastered some unknown means, and his understanding of this place is likely to be better than mine.
No hostility is felt at this time.
It wouldn't hurt to see what he's up to first.
After leaving the archives, the two began to search room by room in the government office.
Unexpectedly, I actually found someone.
Mi Xingli?
"Young lady?"
Ying Wuji shouted.
Mi Xingli was startled. She turned around and saw the two of them. She came up to them with a look of surprise: "You were also teleported to the Qingshiliao? I thought I was the only one who was lucky!"
Han Juan stretched out his hand from his wide Taoist robe and stretched it out towards Ying Wuji.
The meaning is obvious: See, I didn’t lie to you.
Ying Wuji frowned slightly. Could it be that the heartbeat of Emperor Zhuanxu was not false?
Mi Xingli also realized that things were not that simple, and asked quickly: "What is going on? Why are we here?"
Han Juan sighed and weakly repeated what he had just said.
Mi Xingli subconsciously took a step towards Ying Wuji and looked at Han Juan warily: "So how did Brother Han come to the Qingshiliao, and why did he summon the two of us in?"
Han Juan cupped his hands and said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am an abandoned disciple of the Supreme Temple. My master is Laozi. I once served as the keeper of the treasury in the royal capital. Naturally, I know the old capital very well. It's not surprising that I can appear here!"
Ying Wuji curled his lips and said, "Come on! When the old capital was destroyed, the Hundred Schools of Thought began to take shape. Although Lao Dan was the first master of Taoism and did serve as an official in the royal capital, how long had the old capital been destroyed by then? Your excuse is a bit far-fetched!"
Han Juan waved his hand and said, "Although the old capital is gone and only one in ten things in the city remain, after the new capital was built, King Xie still ordered the officials to repair the books again. It is not difficult to get some secrets from them."
Ying Wuji and Mi Xingli looked at each other and felt that this statement was not unbelievable.
Okay!
Librarians are awesome!
There was no point dwelling on this, so he asked, "So, why did you summon us here again?"
"help!"
"Help? What help?"
"Of course I'm very busy!"
"You're such a jerk!"
Ying Wuji couldn't stand this riddler: "You asked us for help, but you are still dithering. If you have something to say, just say it. If not, we'll leave. We are busy too, okay?"
"Don't worry! This will be of great benefit to both of you."
"If you don't tell me, how would I know it's beneficial?"
Han Juan scratched his head awkwardly: "This matter is of great importance and too shocking. If I tell you too quickly, I'm afraid you two won't be able to accept it!"
Ying Wuji was convinced by this slow temper and didn't want to say anything else. He just grabbed Mi Xingli's wrist and strode away.
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