my luck is on

Yaochi Emei moved slightly, stood up and said to Elder Jingtao: "For the time being, there is no need to worry about this matter. The most important thing right now is to check whether the collection of books in Zangshu Pavilion is complete as Elder Yuxu said."

After hearing this, Elder Jingtao nodded without arguing, and everyone headed towards Zangshu Pavilion with their swords.

The disciples on the road stopped in amazement when they saw the seven colored lights piercing the clouds and piercing the wind.

Looking at the seven colorful lights, he was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.

The entire group remained silent. If books were really missing in the Library Pavilion this time, it would be a great blow to the Lianjing faction.

Wu Mingzi, who had guarded the Cangshu Pavilion for thousands of years, was brutally assassinated by the invaders, and even the precious classics were lost. If it was spread, it is not difficult to imagine that the reputation of the Lianjing School would plummet.

Thinking of this, Duntianyin at the foot of Yaochi suddenly sped up again.

Stepping into the Library Pavilion, all the disciples looked at the head and his party, and watched them step into the second floor in surprise.

Everyone looked at the empty second floor, nodded to each other, and walked between the bookshelves.

Jin Yan walked to the last row, sniffed the air, and frowned.

Lu Yang has been here before, what's going on?

Why didn't he stay in Wanjianya to recuperate?
A complex emotion flashed between Jin Yan's brows, she straightened the tilted bookshelf, and walked out slowly.

All the elders had already stood in the corridor, discussing the aftermath with each other.

As Jin Yan came out, all the elders looked at Jin Yan eagerly.

Jin Yan shook his head, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Elder Cang Qing asked suspiciously: "So, there are no books lost?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but wonder.

It was originally thought that it was the members of the Demon Cult who sneaked into the Library Pavilion and killed Wu Mingzi on the grounds that they were greedy for classics.

Right now, none of the books are missing, so why did Wu Mingzi die?

Jin Yan sighed, the situation was far beyond his control, Wu Mingzi's death was really unpredictable.

"Why on earth did you not reveal the identity of the murderer?"

At this moment, Jin Yan seemed to be able to see Wu Mingzi standing in front of him, smiling and silent.

After a while, Jin Yan didn't say any more, and slowly stepped out of the library pavilion, turning into a touch of clear light and leaving.

Yaochi looked at Jin Yan's leaving figure, never before, so lonely and desolate.

Perhaps the patriarch left the Beast Venerable and asked him to watch over the generations of the Lianjing Sect, but he never thought that the Beast would have a heart.

These six thousand years have taken away not only the years of the beast master, but also the old people around him, leaving only the lonely and lonely figure of the beast master.

In the middle of the day, Ning Juehui danced in the ice and snow without fear of the scorching sun.

The floating waves are like a white dragon going out to sea, soaring up quickly or slowly.

Ning Juehuiyu turned her hand, and the floating waves entangled the icicles under the eaves.

The next moment, the icicles turned into frost all over the sky.

Ning Juehui's sweat gradually flowed out, but she didn't see any panting.

Ning Juehui settled down for a moment, clutching her left chest, sweating all over her body.

His face, which was as cold as ice, now showed an expression of pain.

Ning Juehui bit her lower lip stubbornly, tears mixed with sweat flowed down, she leaned against the gazebo, and slowly passed out.

When Ning Juehui woke up, the bright moon was already hanging high in the sky.

Ning Juehui looked at the floating waves in her hand with a sad expression, sighed, and took out a jade bottle.

"Even the Baicao Huadu Pill has reached its limit? From the initial outbreak once every three months, to the present almost once every seven days, the time is so urgently approaching, but my cultivation is still unable to keep up with it." Come……"

Thinking of this, Ning Juehui gritted her teeth in annoyance.

Looking at the secular world, my own cultivation base can definitely be called a first-class master, but when I stepped into the cultivation world, I realized that my cultivation base is simply incomparable with those of the practitioners.

No matter how fast the Taiyin Yufeng Jue is, it is not as fast as the flying strike of a cultivator's Yujian.

The Xuanyin Palm, which is known to change color in the martial arts, is completely inferior to the Xuanshui Curse in the world of cultivation.

It was for this reason that she angrily practiced Qi-refining Baihua Jue, and now she has already broken through the second level.

Although she doesn't know how the other sects' martial arts are, Ning Juehui really understands the mystery of the Xianjia's martial arts.

The Qi Refining and Hundred Transformation Jue is to carry out the cycle of the big circle and the small circle, to temper the aura in the body and turn it into a thin but extremely pure aura.

Gradually compress the aura and impact your internal organs.

Completely different from the true qi of martial arts, such a huge spiritual qi will wash away impurities, strengthen the meridians and viscera at the moment of impact with the internal organs, and become stronger from the inside out.

The zhenqi of martial arts is completely opposite, it flows through the meridians and strengthens the muscles, achieving instant and violent explosive power in sparring.

In fact, there are advantages to both. If it is pure internal strength, martial arts zhenqi is definitely stronger than immortal aura in a short period of time.

But cultivators not only have auras, fairy swords, magic weapons, spells, etc., combined, the way of immortality is far better than the way of martial arts.

Ning Juehui shook off her sleeves and looked at the only brightly lit room at the moment.

She and Lu Yang have never had any contact, and the two maintained a tacit understanding of respecting each other as guests.

But four days ago, Lu Yang rarely walked into the door.

Since then, the lights have been brightly lit for four consecutive days, and the doors have been closed tightly for four consecutive days.

The master looked at the closed door, but quietly told Ning Juehui not to disturb Lu Yang.

The mysterious Lu Yang made Ning Juehui feel curious, but only curious.

And this little thought can't interfere with her life at all.

Ning Juehui still practices martial arts and alchemy as usual.

It wasn't until she came to the Refining Realm School that Ning Juehui realized that she was also talented in alchemy. At least the middle-level Baicao Huadu Pill could be refined by herself, without the need for others.

After swallowing the last Baicao Huadu Pill, Ning Juehui jumped on the roof.

Facing the moonlight, he started to practice Qi Refining and Hundred Transformations Art, and let go of his consciousness quietly.

At this moment, Lu Yang's door opened.

Ning Juehui slowly opened her eyes, her mind was shocked.

Lu Yang's temperament has completely changed from before entering the house.

Although his own morality may not have made much progress, the temperament of indifference to life and death flowed out of him.

The breakthrough of Jingfengqingxinjue is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Lu Yang touched the metaphysics of yin and yang in his arms, and spent four days reading the entire book, which gave him a lot of gains.

Especially the last page written by Wu Mingzi himself made Lu Yang understand many things.

For example, why this book is listed as a taboo, and there are all kinds of uneasiness and forces hidden under the scenery of the Lianjing School.

Lu Yang looked at Ning Juehui on the eaves, and nodded with a smile.

Ning Juehui nodded, the air was as silent as before, unchanged.

A paper crane seemed to have been waiting for a long time. As soon as Lu Yang stepped out of the threshold, it fell from the sky onto Lu Yang's palm.