"Especially you, a manganese pig."
Qing He said, "The manganese-flavored pig eats messy food, and the body's pure qi is not strong and there is too much turbid qi, which is not good for your cultivation."
"When you finish eating, remember to expel the turbid air first when practicing."
When she heard the word "cultivation" today, she thought of the tile. She wiped her hands and handed the thing to Qinghe.
"Master, can you help me see what this is?"
Qing He took it and was about to wonder why she picked up all kinds of junk when she saw the piece of sandpaper exposed from the tiles.
Use a little force with your hands to crush the tiles, revealing the entire sandpaper.
The small square piece of paper was covered with dust, and after being carried away by the wind, it turned yellow.
The green lotus was opened very slowly, and the yellowed paper opened layer by layer under her slender fingers, like a lotus flower, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.
Today, I can't help but sigh that such an elegant beauty is actually the same person who was trained like a quail by the head master's uncle.
Qinghe scanned the words on the paper with one eye, and with his red lips slightly parted, he said, "It's a half-illusion technique. It's a kind of heresy. Almost no one in the world of cultivation knows how to learn it."
She handed the note to Jin Zhao, "I don't recommend you learn this either."
In a world where strength is paramount, no matter how well you learn illusions, they are still empty.
Nowadays, I am disappointed, thinking I have picked up some unique technique!
Happy for nothing.
"Okay, don't look so droopy, I'll take you to pick the door technique."
When Qing He stood up, his long sword suddenly came out of its sheath and stopped at his feet.
"Originally, I wanted to make a selection for you, but unfortunately there are too many techniques, good and bad, so it's hard to choose. I think if you feel it yourself, it should be more suitable for you than what I picked."
Jin Chao held Qing He's clothes, looked at the mountains flowing below, and asked curiously, "Master, where are we going to induce the technique?"
"I think this route is not going to the Sutra Library. Does our Mingxin Sect have other places where we can store magic books?"
"Why have I never heard of it in the mountains?"
"You'll know when we get there."
Qing He didn't know where she came from so many questions, which were buzzing like little chatter.
"Okay, then I won't ask."
Now I shut up and looked at the scenery below. The night was dark, like the deepest ink, but there were bright firelights, like stars embedded in the mountains, confronting the darkness.
She was only at the third level of Qi Refining, and her vision was limited. She could only vaguely see the occasional movement of sect disciples on the mountain peaks.
The long sword passed through the air so fast that no one noticed.
In front of us now, there is a simple tower. It is not as tall and tall as the Sutra Tower, and has a neat layout. It just has a sense of sedimentation that has gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Qing He took Jin Chao directly and entered from the top of the tower.
The light that hit her face made Jin Zhao subconsciously close her eyes. After slowly adapting to the halo, she could clearly see the scene inside the tower.
This place is completely different from the Sutra Library. There are no bookshelves, and there are no books. There are only floating light groups. The beautiful golden light illuminates the cold stone walls with a bit of warmth.
Qing He caught a ball of light, and the ball of light turned into a book in the palm of her hand. She flipped through it casually, then threw it out. The book turned into light spots and floated in the tower.
"From Mingxin Sect to the next, only the direct disciples of the elders can have the opportunity to choose the techniques in this gold-plundering tower."
"Everyone has only one chance to choose one technique."
"Those who are incompatible with you will stay away from you, so don't worry about it. Those who are compatible with you will take the initiative to approach you, but there are more than one exercises that are suitable for you. Just like the halos surrounding you in front of you, they are all A technique that suits you."
"You have to feel with your heart the light ball that is closest to you."
Jin Zhao nodded and was about to close her eyes and feel it with her heart when a bright yellow light suddenly fell on her shoulder.
Before I had time to clean it, it turned into a book and fell into Jin Ming's hands.
Jin Zhao held the book and looked at Qing He blankly, "Master, does this mean it picked me?"
Qing He had never encountered this kind of situation. She stopped her lazy posture with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes fell on a few big words on the book, and her expression was slightly startled.
""Nine Luck Songs"?"
Jin Zhao lowered his eyes to read the words in the book clearly and read them out.
"This doesn't sound like a martial art..."
She was going to ask Qing He if this technique didn't work, if she could put it back and pick another one.
Qing He seemed to be aware of her intention, and stepped in front of Jin Zhao, held her hand, and said seriously, "This is it!"
Qing He signaled to put away the "Nine Luck Songs" for now, looked around the tower, and said, "You can sense it again and see if you can also find the "Li Jing"."
Jin Chao asked, "But Master, didn't you say that you can only choose one method?"
Qing He's expression did not change, "Rules are dead, people are alive."
"You have to learn to be flexible and don't be as rigid as your master, the master."
Jin Chaosui continued to feel these light spots with her heart, but it had no effect. She asked Qing He, "Master, do we want to continue looking?"
"What kind of practice is that Li Jing? Is there anything special about it?"
Qing He said, "The Li Jing is also known as the Li Fire Jing. From this name, you should know that it is a book of fire-based exercises."
"There are two treasures in this golden pagoda, which are the "Li Jing" I call and the "Nine Luck Songs" in your hand."
“But it’s a pity that we can’t find the Lihuo Jing now.”
Li Huo, nine luck.
Today I recited the names of the two exercises silently, trying to guess how they might be related.
"Forget it, forget it if you can't find it, lest senior brother finds out and talks about me again." Qing He said to himself.
She raised her eyes and glanced at Jin Chao, "The "Nine Luck Songs" you have is also a fire-based exercise, which is very suitable for you."
The two of them walked out of the Golden Tower one after another. No one noticed that there was a faint light in the hair on the back of the head.
After answering Ling Feng's question, he couldn't wait to open the chosen technique and start studying it.
Most of them were short sentences in ancient Chinese, which were difficult to understand. She read them all night before roughly understanding the contents of the first volume. She did not start practicing directly, but sat and meditated for a while.
The quiet and elegant morning light shines on the mountain path. An old man in gray robe is sweeping the fallen leaves. He sweeps all the way to the golden pagoda, stops his movements, looks up at the three big characters, and looks up layer by layer. Moved, stayed at the top of the tower, and then narrowed his eyes.
The old man in gray robe threw away his broom and hurried towards the Golden Pagoda. He quickly walked out with an earth-colored face and disappeared without a trace.
The tranquility of Xiaoluan Peak was suddenly broken.
Zhao Qin looked at the visitor who came to the Three Treasures Hall without any business, and frowned so much that he could kill a fly. He lowered his voice and asked, "Mr. Zou, are you sure you read it correctly?"
"How could we be robbed of the Golden Pagoda by thieves?"
Since the founding of the Mingxin Sect, such an outrageous thing has never happened!
But this matter was not very honorable after all. Zhao Qin did not dare to shout at the top of his voice, but his heart was like a galloping horse, scolding the thief bloody.
