The four of them walked into the pagoda at the same time.
Almost instantly, the three auras that were still around before disappeared.
Lin Du instantly realized that the four of them had stepped into different dimensions.
This kind of pagoda is composed of various complex formations, so people who come in will not be able to bump into each other like headless chickens.
Treasures have spirits, and you can choose your own owner.
Lin Du couldn't feel which floor he was on, so he could only look at the scene in front of him.
The strange thing is that the tower on the outside is clearly made of glazed bricks, but now it looks like it is nested in another one.
Cinnabar walls, green iron pillars, among which eight spiritual treasures are arranged in Bagua positions, covered with a light layer of mist.
Lin Du spread his consciousness out, approaching each one one by one, and three in a row bounced her consciousness away.
If Lingbao could talk, it would probably be like this, "Thank you dear, I declined."
It wasn't until the fourth time that his divine consciousness responded vaguely.
Lin Du tried the fifth one again, and there was a response. Lingbao was like a little hook, hooking her consciousness.
Then came the sixth and seventh ones. Lin Du felt that he looked like a scumbag, casting a wide net to catch more fish and choosing the best.
Five of the eight responded, and the fifth was particularly proactive. When she went to test other things, the aura of the Lingbao stopped her, and she wanted to wave her handkerchief and shout, "Guest, don't leave."
Lin Du soon understood why it was blocking him like this.
It was a thread, or rather, it was not just a thread.
On the red silk thread, if you look carefully, you can see that there are two kinds of rune marks, golden and ink, densely engraved on it. And this thread, Lin Du spent more than half a year in the library and read many miscellaneous books, but he couldn't tell what material it was made of.
Lin Du glanced at the last folding fan that resonated strongly with his soul.
There was some hesitation for a moment.
"Too scumbag, too scumbag." Lin Du muttered softly, swaying from side to side.
Just when she was about to reach out to pick up the fan and take a closer look, the silk thread suddenly moved and wrapped around her wrist like a swimming fish. At this moment, her hand happened to grasp the fan. The handle of a fan.
In the flash of lightning, before Lin Du could react, she felt a force of space. She fulfilled the conditions and was spit out by the treasure house.
But in an instant, she looked at Feng Chao who was waiting outside.
Lin Du lowered his head, glanced at the folding fan in his hand, and then at his wrist. There was a red gold and densely woven red rope wrapped around it.
Her pupils suddenly trembled, unsure, and looked again.
When did this thing come up?
Lin Du raised his head, glanced at the head senior sister again, then weakly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Senior sister, I said it was the one who seduced me. Do you believe it?"
Such a scumbag spoke, and Lin Du himself felt a little unconvinced.
Unexpectedly, Feng Chao nodded, "I believe it."
"Actually, it popped out before I even selected it. I can return it..." Lin Du just wanted to continue explaining, but he spoke quickly. After his mind realized what Feng Chao said, he said, "Huh?"
Feng Chao smiled and said, "You don't have to panic. Although there is a restriction in the treasure house, each person can only take one."
"But the fan in your hand can only be regarded as half an innate spiritual treasure. What's missing about it is not itself, but the lack of supporting objects that can unleash its true abilities."
"As for the one on your wrist, I have a vague impression. The Treasure Pavilion records record that this object clearly has the aura of an immortal weapon, but no one knows what it is for. It is probably the remains of an immortal weapon, or maybe it is just a sword. The ear, maybe it’s some sort of binding thing.”
"So half a spiritual treasure and a wreckage doesn't count as a violation of your rules."
Lin Du yelled, "Do you mean I can pick up some rags?"
As she spoke, she glanced at the folding fan in her hand, and without waiting for Feng Chao to comfort her, she quickly tied the folding fan on the red string, and the hand holding the folding fan covered the two spiritual objects.
"The child is still young, so you pretend not to have heard."
Feng Chao: ...You have to say all the good things alone?
Lin Du actually didn't think what she was picking up was rags. She was just a talker and used to make fun of them.
From a young age, what others saw as rags were treasures in her eyes.
When she was eleven years old, she would quietly clean other people's unwanted teddy bears, sew them up with needlework, and make clothes for them. Later, she could repair toy cars with broken arms and legs and night lights that didn't work.
Lin Du had no one to buy these toys for her, so she learned to repair these tattered toys herself and make them her own treasures.
Feng Chao looked at the little junior sister who was holding something in front of her with her eyes lowered. Today she was wearing a light smoke-green long gown with narrow sleeves. Because she indulged in calculations and drawings every day, she was afraid of ink stains, so she also wore leather wristbands, which were suitable for ordinary physical fitness. The dress fell on her but she was still unruly.
The whole person is tall and slim, like the mist in the distant mountains. When he lowers his eyes, there is a faint dark green under his eyes. Maybe it is just the shadow cast by the feather eyelashes, no one knows.
She was always like that, as if she was outside of human affairs, looking at the world with cold eyes, distant and tired, her eyes were also unfocused when she grinned and joked.
Lin Du raised his eyes and smiled at Feng Chao, "Actually, I am taking advantage. In the future, I will collect more good treasures for the sect and enter the treasure house."
Feng Chao only thought that she was young and loved to joke.
The other three people came out one after another. Ni Jinxuan held an exquisite long whip in her hand, rolled up and hung on her waist, and the bells jingled when she walked;
Yan Qing was carrying a black iron sword with a complicated expression on his face. He always dressed up as a scholar just to look more elegant. He never thought that he would be closest to this sword;
Yuan Ye was very happy, he lifted the erhu with a smile.
Lin Du's brows jumped and he asked again uncertainly, "What are you..."
"Xi Qin." Yuan Ye blinked, "This is actually a ground-level spiritual treasure."
Yuan Ye was able to enter the Supreme Sect because, in addition to his high-quality spiritual roots, he was also a descendant of the royal family and was protected by dragon energy.
Now this royal family, holding an erhu, was so happy that he didn't look like a member of the royal family at all.
Lin Du suddenly felt that she was not so unreliable anymore. She patted Yuan Ye on the shoulder and said, "You know how to play the piano."
Not only did Yuan Ye understand it, he also wanted to perform it for his junior uncle on the spot.
Lin Du raised his hand and said, "I declined."
She was afraid that the child would send her away.
A group of children who got the treasure happily went back to play by themselves.
Lin Du was also the child with two treasures.
She returned to Luoze, and Yan Ye was still sitting on Luoze as usual. He only moved once when Lin Du came.
It was like this every time, and Lin Du even suspected that he was not just waiting to ascend, but should have melted into the boundless ice and snow.
If it were me, I would never stay in one place for so long, doing nothing, not even moving.
"What good treasure did you get?" Yan Ye opened his eyes.
Lin Du felt that it didn't matter whether this man could open his eyes or not, but his eyes were indeed very beautiful, with gray pupils and white eyelashes, like a ruthless wild wolf in the wilderness.
She suddenly thought of something and asked Yan Ye, "Master, are you not a ruthless person?"
