Another disciple?
Henghua declined politely.
Duan Sijing didn't care.
He is not someone who likes to have apprentices. He had adopted apprentices before to avoid tribulation. Henghua's current disciple is under the leadership of someone from the Sijinglou Chess Immortal lineage.
If the other party doesn't agree, it doesn't matter to him. He can just find someone later.
Duan Sijing first repaired Shandu's damaged formation, and then had people revive the unconscious man.
As for Ji Yun, he threw it out of Shandu and pretended that Quan didn't see it.
"Yao Zhen, take your brother to the Scripture Collection Pavilion. Let him read and copy whatever book he likes."
Duan Sijing then thanked Master Ye Long for his help. The real person shook his head: "I didn't help anything, but this little friend got a few words and understood the wonderful meaning of spiritual painting."
Look at Ji Mingfeng again.
Ji Mingfeng cupped his hands and congratulated him, while Duan Sijing brought the former abandoned disciple into Sijing Tower with a gloomy face.
Watching the two people leave, Henghua thought thoughtfully: "I never expected that Brother Ji Dao is actually from Sijinglou."
Fu Yaozhen: "I have been in Sijinglou for many years and have never heard of this person. Thinking about it, he left Sijingshan a long time ago."
"That man has stayed in Sijing Mountain for a total of one hundred years."
At some point, Ji Yunshu arrived.
After mentioning it, he stopped talking to his siblings.
Asking Master Ye Long to rest, he left.
This man has a colder temper than Hengshou.
Henghua shook his head and followed Fu Yaozhen to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Pushing the door open, you will see rows of antique mahogany bookshelves in front of you. On the right side of the hall, there is a tea room where people can read books.
Henghua looked at the decoration and subconsciously looked at Fu Yaozhen.
She smiled slightly and said: "I changed it at the Langhuan Hall.
"The Sutra Pavilion has five floors. The first floor is for mortal classics. We practice the four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and often read mortal books here to find inspiration. So we set up a teahouse modeled after the Langhuan Pavilion."
Henghua walked in and two book boys came out to greet him.
These are two spirit beings, similar to Long Jinling. Born under the influence of spiritual energy, he has the lifespan of a spiritual person, his growth is slow, but his cultivation qualifications are not high.
"Qiu Tong, Chun Xia, you two retreat, I will entertain you."
Fu Yaozhen asked the book boy to continue to watch, while he took Henghua around the Sutra Pavilion.
"Master has been practicing for more than 1,400 years and is one of the first monks after the collapse of the continent. Most of the Kung Fu books he collected are from the Chinese era. Especially these mortal books, they are now orphaned."
Henghua picked up a book. The yellowed pages were protected by the immortal spell and remained intact for thousands of years.
This is a book about mortal agriculture.
It begins with the history of agriculture three thousand years ago and ends with the most advanced technology fifteen hundred years ago. It lists various farm tools and farming methods, with a lunar calendar attached at the end.
Henghua wrote down the lunar calendar and compared it with the Chinese model.
"This book alone, if our family had obtained it earlier, could have used the lunar calendar to calculate the weather movements of the sun and the moon that year."
I opened another book about textiles, and there were several drawings of spinning wheels on it. It is more advanced than what Yanlong is currently using for mortals.
"The value of these mortal books may be more precious than ordinary cultivation techniques."
Fu Yaozhen nodded: "After the overthrow of the continent, apart from our home, I have only seen these books in the Sijing Tower. Most monks don't care about these things."
In the Shenzhou era, there was a unified mortal dynasty. As the Divine Continent sank, the mortal dynasty was destroyed, and tens of thousands of mortals fell into the water and died. Only a small number of mortals rely on the protection of practitioners to survive in high mountains and spiritual islands.
Naturally, mortal civilization was completely destroyed.
Today's mortal civilization is the result of cultivating families and celestial beings taking some mortal books and allowing mortals to revive and rebuild on their own.
But without unified dynasty control, mortals struggled to survive in various waters. Let alone restoring the civilization of thousands of years ago, it is rare to have a complete social system today.
The mortals governed by the Xiuzhen family in the Yanlong East Region can be said to be the group of mortals with the most advanced civilization and technology among the Thirteen Waters today.
"Sister, senior said you can make rubbings for me, and there is no time limit?"
"You and I are in a hurry to go to Huomen Island. You can take some of it first and come back later. Anyway, Sijinglou will stop at Yanshui during this period."
Heng Hua held up the Shenluo Heavenly Book, and the white light swept across the books on the first floor, rubbing the contents inside one after another.
"It's not that troublesome. It can be done in one go."
Henghua recorded all mortal books into the Book of Heaven.
"When we return to Langhuan Hall, I will write them down one by one and distribute them. Now, our family is in charge of the Yanlong East Region, and it is time to put some plans forward."
"You know how to deal with this, it's up to you."
Fu Yaozhen knew that Henghua was in charge of the Langhuan Pavilion and often compiled and repaired the mortal classics in the clan, and then sent them to the mortals under the Fu family's rule to improve their lives.
On this point, Sijinglou, which retains a large number of mortal classics, will never waste any effort.
In the eyes of the Sijinglou monks, these mortal classics are just tools they use to cultivate their sentiments and find inspiration.
After recording the classics on the first floor, the siblings climbed to the second floor.
Books are also placed on this floor, mostly chess, calligraphy and painting.
Fu Yaozhen said: "The second floor is where the new disciples of Si Jing Tower come. In addition to the four mortal arts, there are also some superficial cultivation methods."
Henghua still entered the book and went up to the third floor.
"On the third floor are the cultivation classics sent by disciples from all over the world in recent years."
What is placed here is the jade slips and gold book. There are very few cultivation methods for breathing and refining qi. Most of them are methods such as alchemy, talisman formation, and beast-controlling divination.
Henghua still recorded and climbed to the fourth floor.
"This level is the Shenzhou Kung Fu that Master has retained."
Henghua flipped through several golden books: "Why is there no Taoist book about Huaying?"
"Master is devoted to studying the Nine Transformations Alchemy Technique and has never included the Transforming Infant Technique."
The fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion stores ancient methods, all of which are related to the Nine-turn Alchemy Path, and are of little use to the monks under the current Nascent Soul system.
But for Henghua, he needed these ancient things to study the "Nine Transformations Alchemy" and study for his grandfather whether it was to transform into an infant or to be a one-step tribulation immortal.
Still casting spells to record the classics into the Book of Heaven.
Because it involved the Xian family's techniques, Henghua took a relatively long time.
While recording in the Book of Heaven, Henghua admired the interior decoration of the building.
Suddenly, he saw a mahogany box in the corner.
He walked over quickly and looked at Bagua Jinsuo, and he showed joy.
This is it!
But when I opened it, I found it was empty!
Henghua's smile stopped abruptly.
"Sister, where are the books here?"
"Book?"
Fu Yaozhen came over, saw the big mahogany box, and said with a smile: "This is just a decoration on the fourth floor. How can there be any books?"
No book?
Henghua didn't give up and checked the redwood box inside and out three times.
The specifications are the same as the mahogany box in my hand, but there is no book hidden.
Seeing Henghua's movements, Fu Yaozhen watched with his spiritual vision.
But in her eyes, this was just an ordinary mahogany box.
She simply said: "If you like it, I will make the decision and give this box to you."
"May I?"
"It's just a wooden box, but I can still make the decision."
After thinking for a while, Henghua added: "Can I meet Senior Duan and ask about the origin of this box? My mother has a dowry box that seems similar to this. Maybe I can find out my mother's origins."
"Later, I'll take you there."
The two logged into the fifth floor.
The fifth floor stores the Taoist method and the Nine-turn Alchemy method that Duan Sijing studied.
In Fu Yaozhen's eyes, this is the real treasure given by his master.
With these things, my grandfather is expected to survive the disaster in seven years.
At this time, Duan Sijing received a spiritual consciousness and handed a golden book of chess records to Henghua.
"You don't want to become a disciple, and I won't force you. But you have a good talent, and your natal magic weapon is related to the chess game. You should study this book carefully."
Henghua quickly asked about the mahogany box.
"I can't remember, but the Chinese classics on the fourth floor were obtained by me at the ruins of the Golden Rain Immortal Palace. I think this mahogany box was also obtained there?"
"Where's the stuff in there?"
"When I got it, it was empty inside."
empty?
So, someone got there first?
But this mahogany box came from Jinyu Immortal Palace, so Henghua could be sure that his mother's box was probably the one from Leixiao Immortal Palace.
You can't. It fell from the Taiyin Palace, right?
…
In Sijing Tower, Duan Sijing withdrew his consciousness and looked at Ji Mingfeng.
"Why should the teacher be so guarded?"
Duan Sijing said solemnly: "Even if you become a Tribulation Immortal, I can't see through you."
"I'm just an ordinary spiritual painter. Teacher thinks too much."
"But you're not human."
"Can't aliens cultivate immortality? Teacher, why did you ever have such a sect view?"
"I don't discriminate against other types of cultivators, but are you a cultivator? There is demonic nature in your body, and you are closely involved with the demonic sect."
It was precisely because Ji Mingfeng had a deep demonic nature that Duan Sijing drove him away early.
"Who said that people with strong demonic nature cannot become immortals? Besides, whether it is related to the Demonic Cult, my teacher and I don't know the truth. After all, the place where I was found was a chess game where Senior Yu Hengzi and an elder of the Demonic Cult died together. .”
"..."
"In short, since the teacher has become the Tribulation Immortal, the friendship between you and me has ended."
Ji Mingfeng bowed deeply to Duan Sijing, turned around and left.
Duan Sijing looked at Ji Mingfeng and wanted to suppress him several times.
But in the end I hesitated.
He murmured: "Even if he is suppressed, he may still have a spiritual map outside."
The spiritual painter has a way to keep the bottom of the box.
Make a portrait of yourself and leave your memory and soul in it. When the body dies, the portrait can become another self.
Hundreds of years ago, Duan Sijing found a painting at the place where Yu Hengzi, the elder of the Jiuxuan Sect, and the supreme elder of the Demon Sect were seated.
As he studied the painting, the man in the painting came to life and called himself "Ji Mingfeng."
Seeing that his talent was extremely high, Duan Sijing accepted him to practice in Sijing Tower.
But as Ji Mingfeng grew up, he gradually discovered the demonic nature hidden in Ji Mingfeng's body.
He is more suitable for cultivating demons than cultivating immortals.
Therefore, Duan Sijing suspected that he was involved with the Xuanming Demon Palace.
"I hope I'm overthinking it?"
…
Ji Mingfeng came out of Sijing Tower, and Henghua and Fu Yaozhen also happened to come out of Sutra Pavilion.
When he saw the two of them, he walked over quickly: "Brother Xian, do you want to go back to Yanlong later? I'll go with you. We can talk about the art of spiritual painting on the way."
"Brother, are you going to Yanlong?"
"I have a relationship with the Shenyue Sect and am making a deal with them."
As soon as Ji Mingfeng mentioned the beginning, Henghua and Fu Yaozhen looked at each other.
The two immediately understood why Ji Mingfeng came.
Why did Fu Yaozhen say that Duan Sijing’s opportunity to overcome the catastrophe lies with Henghua.
"We do want to go back to Yanlong, but my brother has to pass through Huomen Island to ask for something."
"The 'Eternal Fire Stone' that your Fu family is searching for with great fanfare?"
Ji Mingfeng laughed and said, "I have some friendship with the Zhu family, so I will let you go."
Henghua wanted to have an extra combat guard and readily agreed.
However, when they set off, Fu Xuanxing's expression suddenly changed and he ran back to the house with the excuse of a stomachache.
Taking out the Six Desire Magic Bead, the red color on the outer wall of the magic bead gradually dissipated, and the black devilish energy in the core became thicker and thicker.
"Why is this thing alive now?"
Fu Xuanxing quickly activated Li Huo and used the power of the scabbard in his body to suppress the magic bead again.
The moment the magic bead moved, Henghua and Ji Mingfeng both frowned.
Henghua took out the Xuanhuo Fan and while chatting with Ji Mingfeng, he murmured in his heart: Can the seal of the Six Desires Demon Pearl hold up? Along the way, are we afraid that we will come to the Demon Realm a few more times?
Ji Mingfeng secretly complained: No, how could there be something on this ship that could trigger my demonic nature? No, you must hold back. If the demonic nature breaks out in the flaming water, wouldn't it fall under Master Duan's nose?
He silently circulated the spiritual diagram, trying hard to suppress the demonic nature emerging from his heart.
Looking at Henghua again, Ji Mingfeng felt guilty and smiled when he saw him taking out the Xuanhuo Fan.
When Henghua saw Ji Mingfeng's strange smile, his heart pounded, so he smiled back and continued their awkward chat about the art of spiritual painting.
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