As for the mountain peak where Li Huanzhen is at this moment, it is the Shentong Pavilion of the Tianshan Sword Sect.
The so-called Shen Tong Pavilion is actually a library of classics, which contains books on supernatural powers and some anecdotes in the world of cultivation.
Li Huanzhen stepped forward, but when he reached the door, he was bounced away by a light curtain and could not get close at all.
Li Huanzhen couldn't help but be curious. There were no disciples guarding the Shentong Pavilion. It was just a formation. Logically speaking, this place should be regarded as an important place for the master, so sending two disciples to guard it should be a matter of course.
"Swipe!"
At this time, two sword lights fell and stood behind Li Huanzhen. The sword lights dissipated and a man and a woman walked out. When they saw Li Huanzhen, their eyes immediately lit up and they said, "Li Huanzhen." Really junior brother, I heard from Miss Qingcheng that you were in seclusion, when did you come out?"
The person who came was none other than Li Shui Rou Cang Yun He.
"It's weird, why are you two alone today, and where are the others?" Li Huanzhen asked. Li Shuirou and the other four people were always inseparable on weekdays, but today only she and Cangyunhe were left.
Li Shuirou said: "Canghai and Chu Jiuge went back to visit their home, while Bai Xue took a mission to complete independently. Cang Laoshi and I also took a mission yesterday and went to the small town with several masters from the inner sect. Huashan is investigating a demon clan, and today I went to the Shentong Pavilion to check the information on Xiaohuashan."
"Junior brother Li Huanzhen, do you want to go in too?" Cang Yunhe asked.
Li Huanzhen nodded: "Yeah, but I'm curious why there are no disciples guarding here."
Li Shuirou chuckled and said: "Of course, the Shentong Pavilion is protected by a formation set up by several elders, so there is no need for disciples to guard it. It's just that you need to spend some merit points to enter the Shentong Pavilion. There are a total of Shentong Pavilion. There are six layers. Each layer distributes different things. For example, the first layer only records some famous mountain resorts in the world of cultivation, the second layer records the five thousand years of cultivation history, and the third layer contains magical powers and secret techniques, and so on. By analogy, the higher you go up, the more precious the collected classics will be, and each level you go up will cost you a lot more merit points."
"It turns out that it takes more credit to enter the classics library." Li Huanzhen's eyes flashed with disappointment.
Li Shuirou naturally saw what Li Huanzhen meant and said with a smile: "It's okay. We have to go in to check some things anyway. Junior Brother Li Huanzhen comes with us. I will take the credit for you."
With that said, Li Shuirou walked up to the Shentong Pavilion, took out his token and printed it on the light curtain outside the Shentong Pavilion. The token came into contact with the light curtain, emitting a ray of light, and then a portal opened on the light curtain, which could accommodate a person walking in.
Li Shui Judo: "Let's go, I've paid for your merit points for you, but we can only stay on the first and second floors. If we go up, we need to pay a high amount of merit points."
"Well, thank you." Li Huanzhen didn't say much and walked in behind Li Shuirou and Cangyunhe.
The Shentong Pavilion is filled with the aroma of books. There are many books placed on the first floor. The layout is relatively old-fashioned. They are all bookshelves next to each other, filled with various books. Some books are relatively new, while others are relatively old, and even the covers are yellowing.
Li Huanzhen has been fond of some anecdotes about the cultivation world since he was a child, but now that he has embarked on the journey of cultivation, he must have some understanding of the history of the cultivation world. So Li Huanzhen went directly to the second floor. The books on the second floor were all about the deeds of the cultivation world for five thousand years. They were as big as the destruction of a certain holy land of cultivation, as small as the battle between two Qi-stealing realm monks. There are records.
Li Shuirou, Cang Yunhe and others were looking for some information about this mission, while Li Huanzhen was wandering alone in the sea of books, opening a book from time to time.
"Four thousand years ago, a peerless and powerful person opened up a holy land, known as the Tianshan Mountains. He recruited disciples and founded a sect. Within five hundred years, it rose to become a great holy land in the world of cultivation. It once squeezed into the world of cultivation and became a blessed place for cultivation. The top three are famous far and wide, and their disciples have many masters."
"Three thousand years ago, the peerless power fought for a mysterious scripture and had a conflict with an ancient family. The Tianshan Holy Land went to war with the ancient family, causing heavy casualties, declining popularity, and becoming a third-rate sect."
"Two thousand and five hundred years ago, the Holy Land of Tianshan faced the crisis of destruction. Under the suppression of the ancient family and other major sects in the cultivation world, there were only two elders and two hundred disciples left, reducing it to a third-rate cultivation sect. When the disciples of Tianshan went out, it was even more... After suffering such humiliation, the headmaster decided to disband the Tianshan Sect in desperation."
"Two thousand years ago, a young man walked out of a mountain village. This young man was a descendant of the Tianshan sect. The young man searched for the Tianshan ruins and discovered the secrets of the Tianshan ruins. The Tianshan sect was actually built on top of an ancient ruin. The young man went deep into the underground ruins and learned that this place was It is the location of the Yaohai Fairyland, a cultivation mansion in distant times."
"The young man attained enlightenment in the Yaohai Fairyland. After coming out of seclusion, he bravely defeated all the powerful opponents and killed many masters left over from the ancient aristocratic families by himself. Later, 1,500 years ago, the young man grew up to be a great power, and named himself Master Qingjian returned to Tianshan, established a sect, and founded the Tianshan Sword Sect."
"In just eight hundred years, under the leadership of Master Qingjian, the Tianshan Sword Sect regained its glory. Although it cannot compare with the prestige of the Tianshan Holy Land thousands of years ago, it has become the overlord of the party, with more than 10,000 disciples. With hundreds of true disciples, we will create greater glory again.”
Li Huanzhen closed an ancient book. What was recorded in it was the origin and history of the Tianshan Sword Sect. He did not expect that the Tianshan Sword Sect had experienced ups and downs. If the great master of the Tianshan Sword Sect had not offended the people of that ancient family, the Tianshan Sword Sect would not have fallen into decline. Today, the Tianshan Sword Sect may have grown. He is the leader of the cultivation world.
"Time is also fate." Li Huanzhen murmured, and then continued to wander in the sea of books.
An hour passed, and Li Huanzhen read through a lot of classics. Although he did not dare to say that he understood everything that happened in the world of cultivation in the morning and afternoon, he still had a vague understanding of some major events in the history of the world of cultivation. Finally, he found Li Shui and Cangyun He. The two seemed to be talking about something.
"What's wrong?" Li Huanzhen asked.
Cang Yunhe said: "Junior Brother Li Huanzhen, you came just in time. We have something to discuss with you."
"Tell me about it." Li Huanzhen said quickly.
Cang Yunhe and Li Shuirou looked at each other, and then said solemnly: "We just looked through the detailed records of Xiaohua Mountain and found that the area of Xiaohua Mountain is much more complicated than we imagined.
