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"As a monk, how can you not practice spells! I said how did you improve so fast, so you spent all your time on cultivation! What's the use of your cultivation without spells?"

Zhang Qingyang was reprimanded by Ming Huang, and obediently obeyed Ming Huang's decision to go to Baoqian Pavilion.

Baoqian Pavilion is the place where the disciples of Chuling Valley choose to practice exercises.Embedded in the mountainside, a silver waterfall falls close to the attic, splashing water mist all over the sky, and the eyes are full of psychedelic and hazy colors under the sun.

The mountain road is narrow, and Ming Huang walked in front, reminding Zhang Qingyang: "You have to be careful, the water vapor here is thick, and there are water monsters in the waterfall who like to play tricks, it is very easy to have hallucinations, you have to follow me closely in a while."

"Water demon?"

"The guard of Baoqian Pavilion. After living a long time, he likes to tease people." Ming Huang muttered, his expression not very good-looking.

Zhang Qingyang wisely didn't ask any more questions, and followed Ming Huang every step of the way.There was a vast white fog in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly after a dozen steps.From time to time, slender black figures flashed and disappeared in the mist.

"Something just flew past."

"Don't watch the little tricks of the water demon."

As soon as Ming Huang finished speaking, a pale grimace suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Qingyang. Countless worms crawled around in the eye sockets, and some of them fell on his face. son.

Ming Huang urged: "What's wrong with you, hurry up and follow."

"I saw a grimace just now."

Ming Huang glanced at Zhang Qingyang in surprise, there was no panic on his face, and he secretly admired him: such a calm state of mind!

The two continued to walk up, and if someone went up the mountain path, someone would naturally come down.The strange thing is that the person who goes up cannot see the person who goes down, and can only know the existence of the other party through inadvertent body collisions.

Zhang Qingyang met several people along the way, but they all left without saying a word.The person who bumped into it for the fifth time reacted differently, and yelled angrily: "Are you courting death?!"

Zhang Qingyang was surprised, and said: "I didn't intend to collide, but I hope you will forgive me."

The yelling person lost his voice, Zhang Qingyang thought he had left, raised his legs to follow Ming Huang, and heard his trembling voice: "You... who are you?"

Zhang Qingyang suddenly felt that this person sounded familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while, so he said honestly, "Zhang Qingyang."

"Zhang Qingyang?" He murmured, and suddenly yelled like crazy: "Impossible! Zhang Qingyang is dead!"

Startled by the roar, Ming Huang turned his head and said in dissatisfaction, "Zhang Qingyang, what are you doing to him? It's just a water demon's prank!"

Zhang Qingyang snorted and was about to follow Ming Huang.The man laughed loudly: "Yes! Zhang Qingyang is dead! I am the real genius! You are just a phantom - go to hell!"

The sword light suddenly surged, and the silver light tore through the white mist.Ming Huang's pupils shrank, and he shouted anxiously: "Zhang Qingyang, get out of the way!" With his right hand, he performed the Convulsion Technique, and a white light flew towards Jian Guangyuan's head.

Zhang Qingyang reacted quickly and lowered his waist quickly.

Convulsion Art is faster than Jian Guang.

The sword light shattered, and the sword-bearer screamed and fell down the mountain road.

A crack suddenly formed in the white mist of the cliff, and a slender tail fin like an ice wheel pierced the sky. With a flick of the tail fin, the sword-wielding man was slapped back onto the mountain path like a fly.

"Chir——" a sharp and weird fish cry sounded, and the tail fin sank into the thick fog again.After a while, two sword lights broke out in the thick fog ahead, and the two disciples brought the unconscious sword-bearer down the mountain.

"That's the water demon?"

"Specially in charge of photographing people." Ming Huang's tone was dissatisfied, "It's been delayed for so long, why don't you hurry up and catch up!"

Zhang Qingyang looked around, bowed his head and followed.

***

Inside the Baoqian Pavilion, as far as the eye can see, there are five-storey cylindrical bookshelves, like tall trees standing densely in the forest, and scrolls and slips are displayed on them, which are as vast as the sea of ​​stars, uncountable. , is awe-inspiring.

Ordinary disciples can only choose exercises in the two lower floors, while disciples who have practiced the technique of lightness step on the bookshelves stepping up the levels, as light and flexible as apes on trees.The higher place is the territory of Yu Jian's successful disciples, suspended in mid-air, wandering around.

"What kind of exercise depends on your own preference, I'm going up." Ming Huang patted Zhang Qingyang's shoulder, jumped up and down, and the kung fu was dimmed into a black spot in Zhang Qingyang's vision for a moment.

There are too many books here.

Zhang Qingyang wandered around the first floor in a daze, picked it up and put it down several times, feeling uncomfortable, and never made up his mind.I only picked a few basic spells and body skills.

After a while, he stopped in front of a book pillar, on which a piece of paper was pasted, with two simple lines written: recruiting a bookkeeper in the bookstore, twenty spirit stones in January.

He thought for a while, tore off the paper roll and put it under his arm, and walked quickly to the entrance of Baoqian Pavilion. The disciple guarding the gate dozed off with his head propped up. Little by little, Zhang Qingyang tapped on the table: "Senior brother?"

"Huh?" The door guard disciple answered in a half-dream and half-awake state.

"I'm going to be a library bookkeeper."

"Oh..." The gatekeeper yawned, and threw him a wooden sign: "The key to the library. Just tidy up the broken books every day, clean up, and come whenever you want. But you have to remember, there are some things you can't read. You can’t even learn.” The gatekeeper seemed to wake up, and said seriously: “If you learn, I will be the first to kill you.”

Zhang Qingyang nodded.

"The library is at the far west, just see the wooden door. Remember, you are only allowed to go in by yourself." The gatekeeper yawned again, and fell asleep soundly.

Zhang Qingyang found the library according to his words, and the embossed pattern was carved in the middle of the door of the library, which corresponded to the concave pattern of the wooden sign.The patterns are close to each other, the door of the library buzzes, the door moves up, and the dark corridor extending downward is lit up. The light is weak enough to illuminate the path under the feet, but it adds a bit of dark and terrifying atmosphere.

"Zhang Qingyang, what are you doing~what~what~"

"I'm a library bookkeeper." Zhang Qingyang turned his head, and it turned out to be Wang Chaosheng, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He couldn't scare him, and he seemed a little disappointed. When he saw the door of the library behind Zhang Qingyang, he immediately shifted his attention, probed his head, and exclaimed: "Baoqiange Library? Mom Ah, do you know that this is the scariest place in Chuling Valley? It’s much more terrifying than the demon prison in the Department of Discipline! Legend has it that every person who keeps books in the library must embark on an evil path and become obsessed. The elder brother who was guarding the gate cut off his head with a sword! He has already killed dozens of bookkeepers! Zhang Qingyang, life is so beautiful, why can’t you think about it..."

Zhang Qingyang ignored his nagging, but when he walked into the corridor, he hesitated for a moment, then retreated, and the door of the library closed with a bang.

"Brother, have you figured it out? Let's go, go and quit this job!"

"No." Zhang Qingyang walked towards the east, "There is someone else I need to inform."

"Notification, who is it? Oh! Why is your house gone? Where do you live these days? There is someone else, you have no conscience!"

"..."

Ming Huang's reaction was first surprised, then calm.

"If you can't find a suitable exercise in Baoqian Pavilion, you can take my handbook and go to the Hongling Kingdom Mansion to choose." Ming Huang said softly, "Not yet, I can teach you." The Hongling imperial family has many unique skills , the method is exquisite, he has never practiced it, but he understands it very well.

Wang Chaosheng said angrily: "You are digging a wall!"

Ming Huang glanced at him and continued, "I have a Heart Sutra in my hand. Reciting it often can calm the mind and calm the soul, and it is also very good for cultivation. There are many evil exercises in the library of Baoqian Pavilion, which can lure memorizers. Book people practice, I think this will work for you."

Zhang Qingyang still used the old saying: "Thank you."

Ming Huang said with a smile: "Qingyang, thank you is enough, you don't need to be formal in the future."

Wang Chaosheng, who was ignored, couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled Zhang Qingyang viciously: "What's so great about a mental method! I have a Qingtian frozen stone square seal, holding it in my hand all the time can calm my mind and breath, here it is!"

Ming Huang smiled: "Qingtian steatite is so precious, and the best products that have the effect of calming the mind and qi are even rarer. The prince is really generous."

Wang Chaosheng snorted, with an awkward expression on his face.

"Thank you for taking care of your Highness these days." Zhang Qingyang said, "Has the house that Your Highness promised me has been repaired?"

Ming Huang said, "It's already healed." After a while, he asked again, "Your injury is almost healed, too."

"Thank you for your concern, there is no serious problem." Zhang Qingyang lowered his head, "I'm going to the library."

The Baoqian Pavilion library is huge.A glazed lamp in the corner illuminates the library, and the environment is not bad, but it looks a bit cold.

There are tens of thousands of broken books here, as well as exercises collected by Chonglingzong from attacking evil sects for several years.What Zhang Qingyang had to do was to sort out the remaining books, record the names, and put them in a special glass box for safekeeping.Create a separate book for the evil ways of cultivation, which is packaged and sealed in a special iron box with magic talismans.

He understood Wang Chaosheng's words. The record carriers of evil methods are often weird things like human skin and bones, which condense the strong resentment of the deceased. Over time, it is indeed easy to affect the mind and drive people crazy.

It's not that there are no good things in the broken books. Zhang Qingyang noticed a lot of spells that he liked very much, but most of them were too broken or demanding, and he couldn't practice them with his strength.

After working for several days, he finally found two complete exercises, one with a thousand swords into one, and one with dragon capture.

Thousand Swords Returning to One mainly requires flying swords, the more unified the ranks, the better, and the more the number, the better.To drive more flying swords to unify, naturally the requirements for the soul are very high.In the book, only when the Yuanshen reaches the highest level of "real photo" can he have the ability to drive the Wanfei Sword, unite the sword Qi, and destroy the world.

At the end of the book, I don't know who wrote a comment: "Thinking is majestic, but practicing is difficult, just tasteless."

The comment on the Dragon Capture Technique was even worse: "It's incomplete, so it can't be practiced."

In the foreword on the front page of the remnant book, the skill of capturing dragons to the end can capture mountains and seas, and even capture people's souls with a single thought thousands of miles away.

But Zhang Qingyang didn't care.

He likes it, that's enough.Whether it is the soul or other problems, it is not a problem for him.