Chapter 847

Creak...

The ancient gate seemed to have been sealed for a long time, making an unspeakably harsh sound when pushed open.

And this was just a side hall.

In the moment of stepping into it, Luo Chen stood stunned on the spot.

The internal space, as high as the firmament, had bookshelves like ladders to the kingdom of heaven layered upward, and on the bookshelves, semi-illusory and semi-solid classics were placed in categories.

For the first time, Luo Chen vividly understood what "filling the house with books" meant.

At this moment, it was already evening, the sky was slightly dark, and the front and back of the temple were even more deserted, not even a ghost shadow could be seen.

Ling Xingchen roared angrily, turning into a lion's roar, pouncing toward the sky; his fierce power squeezed the surrounding air away, forming a strong wind; the two people in front of him had their black hair fluttering, their robes hunting, covering their faces with their sleeves.

At dinner time, he was not so uncomfortable, and his breathing was much more stable, but his eyelids were heavy, and he wanted to have a good sleep; he didn't expect Lu Xun to come. Liang Yi wanted to ask about his injuries, but when he thought of what his father had done to him, he didn't want to talk to Lu Xun either.

Due to Ling Xingchen, Yaoya Village's strength greatly increased, and the style of cultivation also prevailed. No matter what the talent was, as long as they were free, they would inevitably cultivate; as long as Ling Xingchen gave a lecture, they would inevitably gather at the Warrior Square, waiting for Ling Xingchen's guidance.

Mo Xiang believed Zhou Zhengzheng's words. First, she wanted to repay the kindness, and second, she had an inexplicable sense of closeness to Zhou Zhengzheng, which she couldn't refuse.

It is not supposed to pass through Zhengzhou by land from the Jiehe Commercial Market, but Wu Haogu's route was along the Jiehe—Yellow River—Bian River. This is the waterway from Jiehe to Kaifeng Prefecture, and it is also the lifeline for developing Jiehe—Kaifeng Prefecture trade in the future, so Wu Haogu would rather take a detour to investigate.

Not to mention whether Peony would cooperate, just using other people's trust to satisfy one's own desires was not something he could accept.

"Zhou Xiaoxiao is a lady of the Duke of Wu's mansion; if you want to talk about stealing, it should be you!" Lin Zhongchao didn't have a trace of fear.

However, the bead was fooled; he thought about it and felt that this stupid guy's analysis was also somewhat reasonable.

"Third Uncle loves painting and treats it as a treasure; how could A-Zheng tell others?" Zhou Zhengzheng walked away with a smile.

In the specific division of labor for this operation, Lin En appointed Handemark to be responsible for the formulation of the attack and retreat routes; it was not that he wanted to be a "hands-off shopkeeper," but that there were many strategic-level things that required him to concentrate his thoughts and consider carefully.

In the bathroom, Lin En took a hot shower for a long time, and the images in his mind lingered.

Xu Han walked toward the medicine garden because he was tempted by these herbs. Although he didn't know whether what he was doing was right or wrong, maybe this step would lead to his fall, but the temptation on the opposite side was too great, and he couldn't help but be moved.

"Yun'er and I are at Yunxuan's house, uh, watching a movie!" Sika suddenly interjected, but she didn't have much confidence when she said this.

Could it be that something happened to the Yunlai Sect? Xu Han looked coldly at the two whispering, saying nothing.

You Huiqiong panted, exhaling a trace of hot air, giggled and said: "If you are willing, let you hit!"

"If war is regarded as the only mission of a soldier... maybe!" Lin En expressed his view in a tactful way, but the chief engineer did not understand the meaning behind these words; he walked to the navigator helplessly.

Fortunately, Matsov's attention was focused on the guest in front of him, and he didn't turn his head to glance at Lin En and Fintrig at the critical moment, and although his adjutant saw Lin En and Fintrig, he didn't have any doubts about their basically normal behavior.

"Look at this!!" The Marquis of Salisbury handed the report to Fisher; Fisher flipped through it, and his brows wrinkled.

The two old foxes kept flattering each other, their faces full of smiles; outsiders who didn't know their background would think they were old friends for many years. Those who really knew the inside story knew that they flattered each other beforehand just to better attack each other later.