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Yan Zhengming said while leading the way, "No one has named it, but the master calls it the Jinglou."
Cheng Qian was taken aback.
The bright talismans engraved on the stone walls on the left and right seem to sense that someone is coming in. After the two people walked in, the originally dark walls immediately emitted a faint white light, which was not dazzling, but just illuminated.
"It contains countless classics that I have sent for thousands of years. In addition to the hundreds of scriptures that Master loves, there are also the heart and swordsmanship that the predecessors have collected everywhere." If Yan Zhengming had a tail, it should have been raised at this time. He said, "Little copper coin, in the future, Master will ask you to copy some scriptures and rules. If you can give me a share of it... I can come and open the door for you every ten days, how about it?"
While talking, the stone steps were about to come to an end, and the scent of ink from the old paper piles came to his face. Cheng Qian couldn't help but ask a little suspiciously: "Since it's so powerful, why have I never seen you come here before?"
Yan Zhengming replied righteously: "Greeting too much is not enough to chew, and haste is not enough. Now I just need to practice the wooden sword of this sect. It's easy to get distracted by knowing too much."
A set of entry-level swordsmanship has been practiced for seven or eight years, and he really has the face to say that Cheng Qian could not do anything about him, but the next moment, he was solidly stunned.
When the narrow path came to an end, the front suddenly became clear, and a huge boulder suddenly appeared in front of me. The bookshelf went straight to the top of the building from bottom to top. Stacks of silk silk, bamboo slips, shroud leather, and the most common paper books were listed in different categories. Law, swordsmanship, various side-by-side ways, and even anecdotes about travel notes of famous mountains and rivers, etc. there are many, many volumes.
There are stone steps behind the stone dòng, leading to the lower level.
Yan Zhengming put his hands behind his back and said, "The scripture building has nine floors and countless books. Li Yun's messy recipes were stolen by me when I was cleaning the scripture building before, tsk, this is something that's useless—that's right. , copper coins, have you decided to copy the scriptures for your brother?"
Cheng Qian felt like a mouse fell into the rice vat.
He has never seen Yan Zhengming so pleasing to the eye. At this moment, let alone copying the scriptures for senior brother several times, it is okay to promise each other!
It is conceivable that since then, Cheng Qian has been living in a more secluded life. He does not relax with his homework for a moment. In his spare time, he has to share the increasing punishments of the senior brother, and he has to digest it secretly in the dead of night. Books I read in the hall.
Yan Zhengming promised to open the door for him every ten days, and Cheng Qian was like a greedy snake, wishing he could put the entire scripture building in his head and take it away, and he always memorized a few chapters, and then Use the remaining ten days to go back and think slowly.
Such days were full and passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was a whole year when chūn went to Qiulai.
During this period, the Tianyao Shuiping girl has already shown her inhuman side - she learned to crawl, walk and jump ahead of time, and she was only one year old when she broke out of her shell, but she was already as tall as a mortal girl who was three or four years old.
Cheng Qian went through the building without interruption, regardless of weather. At the same time, his handwriting became more and more like the inscription on the mountain, and he even learned how to imitate Yan Zhengming's calligraphy without a teacher.
Yan Zhengming thought at first that Cheng Qian, like Li Yun, would secretly take away a few storybooks of ramblings and anecdotes. Who would have guessed that he accidentally glanced at it and found that he was seriously reading swordsmanship and exercises.
Yan Zhengming, the big brother who couldn't support the wall with mud, came to a conclusion - this kid Tong Qian is crazy.
On Fuyao Mountain, Cheng Qian was an absolute outlier compared to Han Yuan, who had been in the door for more than a year and had not yet recognized all the characters on the door.
One day, when opening the door of the Jinglou for Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming finally couldn't help asking his doubts.
"Copper coin," the young master said sternly, "what are you planning to do, are you going to Nantianmen to rebel?"
Cheng Qian prevaricates: "Master said, 'Zhu and Ying, Li and Xishi, Daotong is one', although the Dao has many changes, it does not deviate from the original. ."
Yan Zhengming wondered: "You've only been a beginner for a year, what's the hurry to see the practice?"
Cheng Qian said: "When we came back from Yaogu last year, didn't the senior brother also say that we want to pluck out the hair of the real Zipeng? How can you beat her if you don't learn the exercises well?"
Yan Zhengming was even more surprised: "Yeah, I said 'one day', that old man is over 800 years old, and I'm only 16, what am I worried about? Maybe seven or eight hundred years later, I'm better than She's still great."
This is definitely daydreaming...
During this period of time, Yan Zhengming's stature gradually stretched, and he ran towards the tallness of an adult man. His gestures and gestures also began to fade away, and he began to take shape. Sometimes Cheng Qian looked at his thin arms and legs and grinding The dawdling stature, and then look at the senior brother, will be somewhat envious.
But this little bit of admiration and envy was not enough for him to tolerate Yan Zhengming's intensified stigma.
This guy seems to feel that he has already embarrassed Song Yu and Pan An. Everything that reflects the light - the puddle on the ground after the rain, the sharp sword, he will take the opportunity to take a photo of himself, according to his facial expression, Cheng Qian thought that when he took the photo, he must still be amazed at himself.
A person who uses a sword as a mirror to practice for another seven or eight hundred years, seven or eight thousand years - can he practice any good swordsmanship?
Cheng Qian had nothing to say to him, and went to the side to open the book he had read half of the last time.
It feels like the sect can't get better.
The author has something to say: Note: Dian and Ying, Li and Xishi, Daotong is one. From "On Qiwu"
☆, Chapter 20
Yan Zhengming walked out for a while, remembered something again, turned back, took out a bag of milk cakes from his sleeve, and stuffed it to Cheng Qian with a bad attitude: "Take it, eat it, short dwarf."
Cheng Qian took it over happily, without thanking him, he just waved his hand casually, signaling the other party to hurry up.
On this day, he finished reading the entire introduction to spells, had his snacks, and suddenly wanted to clean the ground floor of the scripture building.
The bottom floor of the Sutra Building seems to be a rubbish place. No one has come for a long time. After a long time, it has been covered with a layer of ash. In other places, the walls and shelves are engraved with anti-moth and waterproof charms. Only the bottom layer has nothing, moth-eaten and missing pages are scattered everywhere, and the content is also complex, there are recipes, there are wine secrets, there are people who teach people how to care for flowers and plants, and there is even a chūn palace map— —The man on the title page had half his ass eaten away by worms.
Cheng Qian had probably been poisoned by the senior brother for a long time. After accidentally seeing the mess at the bottom, he was very worried for a while, and finally couldn't help but decided to roll up his sleeves and clean it up.
With this cleaning, Cheng Qian found an unexpected result-he found a wall full of teeny small letters behind a broken wooden shelf, dusted off the dense dust, and brushed away the cobwebs, he finally managed to Read the writing on the wall.
The title is clear: Magic.
Cheng Qian was taken aback. He didn't expect that there was such a thing in the Fuyao sect's scripture building. He hesitated for a while, and felt that he shouldn't peek. .
Cheng Qian tried not to glance at him, and dawdled to clean the ground floor, and then reluctantly went upstairs and left.
It's a pity that he regretted it after only a short time away, ran back quickly, leaned on the wall, and read it word by word.
There are hundreds of ways of magic cultivation recorded on that wall, all kinds of strange and all-encompassing, including those who indulge themselves into demons, those who kill to become demons, those who become obsessive... quickly discovered it without the process of diving. Except for those strange exercises that make people feel disgusting, there are many ways of magic cultivation that don’t seem to be abnormal.
Among the magic cultivators, there are also those who enter the Dao with swords, and those who enter the Dao with spells. The classification and cultivation methods of the bright and dark charms of the spells seem to be no different from what the master usually teaches the senior brothers.
Cheng Qian has been looking for a way to sense the sense of qi and bring qi into the body, so he has seen a lot of strange mental methods. He found that the method of absorbing qi into the body recorded in the Tao of Demon Cultivation here is basically the same as other exercises. There are similarities and minor differences, and there are even many requirements such as "meditation" and "removal of recitation".
Cheng Qian was full of doubts, so the next day, he couldn't help but ask his master.
When Real Man Mu Chun heard the words, he raised his head, and for a moment, Cheng Qian felt a black mist flashing in his eyes, but it flashed so fast that Cheng Qian thought he was dazzled.
"You're asking about the magic cultivator?" Mu Chunzhen seemed to be stunned for a while, and then he asked back after a moment of indifference, "Why did you think of asking this?"
Yan Zhengming covered his face with a faltering wooden sword, and kicked Cheng Qian hard under the table, lest the little cub lose his mind for a while and confess that he had brought him into the Jinglou.
Cheng Qian was almost kicked to the ground by him, slammed into the stone table with a "bang", and immediately fought back angrily, stomping a black footprint on the snow-white satin shoe of the senior brother, and didn't pay attention to the answer for a while. Master's question.
A few of them often kicked me and I stabbed you. Mu Chunzhen was used to it, so he didn't pay much attention to it. After thinking about it for a while, he opened his mouth and said: "'Zhen and Ying, Li and Xi Shi, Daotong is one', there is no Dao, and different paths lead to the same destination. The magic cultivator is just another road, and the way is slightly similar, so there is nothing unusual."
Cheng Qian listened, only to feel that this sentence was very familiar. The next moment, he remembered - isn't this what he was fooling Senior Brother in the Jinglou?
Thinking of this, he hurriedly raised his leg and turned his body, and as expected, he avoided the second leg, which was resented by the elder brother.
Cheng Qian always felt that there was a perfunctory taste in Master's words, so he asked: "Master, what is the reason why we choose this way and not the other way?"
Hearing the words, Master Mu Chun watched him quietly for a while. After a long time, he said meaningfully: "No one picks Li Sheng Road, it will be hard, do you understand?"
This sentence is like a pot of cold water, poured all the way from Cheng Qian's Tianling cover to the tailbone, it was so cold that he felt the illusion that he was seen through by the master for a moment.