Zhang Jian glanced at the rows of tall bookshelves.
Zhang Yi opened the study to him without restricting or prohibiting him from accessing other ancient books.
But Zhang Jian's eyes suddenly fell in the direction of the darkroom.
For some reason, he remembered the dozen or so strange rune paintings in the darkroom.
At first glance, he felt a vague sense of strangeness.
Zhang Jian secretly thought to himself that he must go in again if he has the chance.
His curiosity was still aroused.
Everyone has this kind of curiosity.
But Zhang Jian suppressed it.
Since Zhang Yi trusted him and allowed him to go to and from the study, a private place, he naturally would not pry into Zhang Yi's secret without knowing the importance.
Everyone has secrets.
Especially some people don't like people prying into their secrets.
"Although the health-preserving power of the Yunyuan Health-preserving Sutra is very strange, it is a bit less overbearing and lacks the next stage of practice. I still have to find a new internal practice method to break through!"
His eyes were mainly on the inner refining method on the bookshelf.
But he didn't get up and move.
He had already thumbed through it.
There are only a few internal refining classics on the bookshelf, most of which are incomplete.
It's not even as good as "Yunyuan Health Preservation Sutra".
Zhang Jian looked at these vast ancient books and could only try to find them on his own, but it was difficult for him to tell Zhang Yiming about this.
But Zhang Jian had other ideas.
That was the cup of golden luck that I gathered from the wool at the clan temple a few days ago when worshiping my ancestors.
Zhang Jian thought of the cup of golden luck given by his "ancestors".
That golden luck has always been with him.
He can visualize it just by imagining it with his mind.
In his eyes, that cup of golden luck appeared at this moment.
The method of use is very simple, just make a wish on this cup of golden luck.
This kind of luck can often achieve some small wishes and take advantage of the situation.
For example, in his first college examination, he had a certain chance of being dismissed. For example, if the prefect of the county was in a bad mood when reading the papers, or he felt depressed after reading the newspaper, he might be dismissed, but after using the golden energy, he would be dismissed. After luck, there is a certain chance to avoid this situation.
Of course, if you turn in a blank, even if you use this cup of luck, it will be difficult to reverse the situation, but it will only give you a glimmer of hope.
This is the conclusion reached by Zhang Jian through many experiments.
At this time, if you use that cup of luck to make a wish, you may be able to create opportunities.
Especially Zhang Yi was kind to him.
Zhang Jian already made a decision in his mind.
"Make a wish, hoping to find an internal practice method suitable for breaking through within half a month!"
When Zhang Jian made a wish, he listed each of the most important keywords separately.
The first is to be suitable, the second is to break through the realm, and the third is to practice internal exercises.
As for half a month.
Zhang Jian hopes to increase this chance.
After all, the day is too tight.
After he made a wish, he immediately saw the cup of golden luck above his head evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye and dispersing into the world.
After this cup of golden luck dissipated, Zhang Jian immediately devoted his energy to the rows of bookshelves and began to search.
dark room
Zhang Yi was playing with a red bead in his hand.
This is a rare item he got a few days ago after killing a thief who jumped into Zhang's house to steal.
The reason why it is said to be a 'wonderful object' is because it shimmers all over, like a gem, but also like a naturally produced 'luminous pearl'!
Zhang Yi has been studying it for a while, but has never been able to figure out the origin of this object.
Zhang Yi suddenly had a whim, and with a thought in his mind, a cold inner breath shot out from his body and disappeared into the red bead in his hand.
In an instant, he saw the bead in his hand suddenly expanded and glowed red.
"it works!"
He looked overjoyed, as soon as this idea came to his mind, he suddenly looked horrified, and his figure turned into a moving shadow and rushed towards the door of the darkroom.
At the same time, throw the red beads toward the corner.
But in an instant, the swelling red beads suddenly exploded.
The whole darkroom was shaken.
Zhang Jian, who was searching for classics, was startled by the sudden burst of movement.
Boom! !
The whole study seemed to be shaking.
Zhang Jian looked into the darkroom with a blank expression.
"earthquake?"
He subconsciously wanted to run out, but his steps stopped in an instant.
As the machine roared, the secret compartment was opened, and Zhang Yi crawled out of the dark room in disgrace. His whole body was charred and black, like black coal.
Seeing Zhang Yi become like this, Zhang Jian suddenly opened his mouth: "Ah...this!"
Soon he came to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Yi up. At the same time, he glanced into the dark room and saw black smoke everywhere in the dark room, and many bookshelves had been blown down.
Many stones were still falling in a corner.
Zhang Jian quickly pulled Zhang Yi out.
"Uncle Yi, what are you..."
"Don't mention it, it was a fire explosion! I fell into that little thief's plot!"
At this time, Zhang Yi got up and looked at the dark room where black smoke was still coming out. At this time, he was a little shaken and gritted his teeth.
He didn't know what happened. In the past, he would never have been so impulsive. It was almost unimaginable that he fell into the trap of a thief.
The corners of Zhang Jian's eyes twitched, but there was a hint of weirdness in his eyes.
He had already seen the place where Zhang Yi fell, and an ancient book with burnt pages fell from his sleeve.
Although part of the page of the ancient book was burned, you can still barely make out a few large characters!
"Tiangang Boy Kung Fu!"
Zhang Jian glanced at Zhang Yi, who still had a gloomy face and didn't care about the fallen ancient book.
At this time, Zhang Lu heard the noise outside the study and ran in quickly, but was soon kicked out again.
Zhang Yi looked at the collapsed bookshelf outside the study room with a stinky face at this time, and the corners of his eyes twitched.
These are all his treasures, as well as the rows of bookshelves in the darkroom, which contain a lot of his hard work.
For this reason, he has been busy fighting and killing these precious little things for most of his life.
This time he suffered a lot of losses.
And to rearrange it is even more troublesome.
Zhang Yi's face was dark, and the fly whisk in his hand was almost torn off.
His mouth was full of hatred.
Zhang Yi glanced at the dark study room with thick smoke again. The corners of his eyes twitched and he looked at Zhang Jian and said:
"Brother Jian, my study has collapsed, and it's not convenient for others to come in and out..."
He had a consulting tone.
"Uncle Yi, leave it to me!" Zhang Jian nodded gently.
This was a good thing, but he couldn't ask for it.
After all, there are so many priceless books in the darkroom.
Zhang Yi nodded and left with a gloomy look on his face.
Zhang Jian smiled secretly in his heart. He had long seen that Zhang Yi had an irregular schedule and didn't like cleaning much.
The previous study room was a mess.
In front of him, it was no surprise that Zhang Yi gave him the study to save trouble.
But he still didn't expect that after making a wish with that cup of luck, it would give him the opportunity to enter the darkroom so quickly.
