The thin handwritten thing in the box was staring at it and took it out of the box.

The yellow cover was damaged in some parts, and the title of the book was not clear, so I could only distinguish some handwriting. Moreover, these handwritings were learned from Baidi by myself.

"Because my ancestors left me something, I'll take a look." Zhang Yang said with his left hand slowly opening the first page.

Zhang Yang clenched his hand nervously.

When he opened it, he was surprised to see a nude portrait of a contemplative woman in his hand.

Zhang Yang's heart was beating, his face suddenly turned red, and a fever, and an uneasy feeling passed through his whole body.

"What is this?" he said to himself. The meditative woman is extremely beautiful in the manual. Her eyebrows entered her temples. She glanced at her most beautiful woman.

His trembling hands slowly opened his hand again, but saw a photo of the woman closing her eyes, holding the magical orchid fingers. Next to the lady's portrait, there was a small passage of text.

"I have been learning about the creation of the mountain for 73 years in the illusory spirit."

It's Kung Fu, why does such a portrait appear? Zhang Yang didn't know that he directly regarded this manual as a forbidden book.

The so-called "forbidden books" is the general term for King Jin to use all the dirty photo albums. Zhang Yang also read them, but was later taken away by Taoist masters.

"The secret of martial arts?"

No? Zhang Yang continued to look through the next few pages, but all of them were nude portraits of the woman, with no text at all.

"Ban on books?"

"Don't study anymore" he found his breathing becoming more and more impatient.

But curiosity and desire for thought always motivated him.

Zhang Yang didn't sleep all night. Whenever he closed his eyes, the portrait appeared in front of her.

"It is said that this is also an unfinished work by the fairy, it is just a banned book." Zhang Yang joked, and he brought his hand letter to the corpse.

"It's still falling," he murmured, the rain had diminished, and the thin rain was hitting the door.

In a large house, Uncle Fu sat in a chair and watched his two men play martial arts.

Seeing the short fat man sweeping over the sword, the short fat man opposite him was crossing the sword block. The man tried the sword and flew back, but he didn't wait for his sword to come back, so the short fat man pointed at his throat.

"Yes" Bob clapped his hands and drank it.

"Brother Guo, admit it." The chubby man inserted his sword into the sheath and smiled at the person across the street.

"Senior Brother Li, thank you for your kindness. If it were on the battlefield, I'm afraid I'm dead now."

"Oh, Senior Brother Guo's swordsmanship is very strange. If the light is getting better, I'm afraid I'm not your opponent."

Just as he was talking, Gu Peng walked in with a paper umbrella, followed by his two followers.

"Sir" Uncle Fu respected the tunnel and hurriedly walked out of the chair.

"Uncle Fu, this is a good mood."

“In such weather, there is no way to get out, so I have to have some fun.”

Oh. Gu Peng answered a sentence, reached into his shirt, and took out a letter. "Uncle Fu, look."

Uncle Fu picked up the letter and slowly opened it. But the expression on his face suddenly changed.

"Sir, what is this?" he said in frustration.

"Well, God has started to act and we have to speed up, but the old boy has not made any progress. It seems I can only tell the truth."

“Did you make no progress?”

"As before, there seems to be no one, and progress is a little slower."

"Sir, did yesterday's move happen tonight?"

Even if it is light rain, there will be. The Lord sent people to urge him many times.

"Yes"

Gu Peng received the letter and walked out, and the two subordinates behind rushed out.

The rain slowly stopped, but the weather seemed to be getting colder.

Zhang Yang was trembling, how could it be so cold? He opened the window and was surprised to find that the snowflakes fell in the air, and the small snowflakes fell on the ground and began to melt.

"Why does it snow?"

The afterglow of the sunset shines on the sea, making the sea look red silky. But there are two different landscapes in the same place. There is a snowflake under the island, and there are no wind or waves outside the island. The trained boats did not stop on the island, because they were afraid of poisoning and died, so some crew members called it the Nightmare Island.

When Zhang Yang stood in front of the window, the sky had darkened. But the snowflakes did not stop, the snowflakes were wrapped in the wind, and the dancing dance was moving. The strange snow was still falling. After the rain, the ground was wet and slippery, and suddenly the snow painted the ground into a piece of lost silver. The sudden snow surprised most people, but the poisonous king was motionless. According to his explanation, every ten years there would be a strange snowfall on Snake Island, and he didn't know why. He only knew that this happened since childhood, over and over again.

On the island, after such weather, a large number of snakes, rats and ants will die, just as God deliberately arranged to punish the creatures on the island.

On a far sea, there are strong winds and thunderstorms. A huge sailboat sails on the sea. This dark ship is full of flags of all sizes, with different colors and shapes. However, both have one common feature, that is, the wings of a phoenix's flag are really vivid and lifelike.

The hordes of people, naked and strong, were lowering huge sails on the boat. In a delicate cabin, two people sat on sandalwood tables and chairs. They were an old man and a young girl in a flowery season.

The old man was wearing a long gray shirt, with a long beard to his waist, his pale hair was neatly draped over his shoulders, his face full of vicissitudes, telling the traces of time.

"It's your turn, princess." He said, looking at the girl frowning in front of him.

"Grandpa Zhu, you can't let me down anymore. You will lose in this game." The girl said politely. It looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old and was born cute. A red halo appeared on the face of melon seeds. The twists and turns between her eyebrows were gently raised, indicating her thoughts.

"Your Highness, on the battlefield, the loser sacrifices for his life, you must remember!"

"Grandpa Zhu, you are talking about the battlefield again. But I am just a little girl, how can I go to war? From ancient times to the present, there must be no women in the army, right?"

Grandpa Zhu smiled and flashed his eyes. He continued, "Your Highness, there is a famous woman following Emperor Tianzheng on the battlefield in front of him. Do you want to hear her story?"

"Of course, really?"

"Of course, this woman is the close friend of Emperor Tianzheng. She died with Tianzheng. Even the five famous giant tigers will be inferior to her on the battlefield."
Chapter completed!