Whenever the morning sun rises over the East China Sea, the vast land of the Yue Kingdom from the seaside to the inland is gradually dyed red by the morning glow. On the red sea, the vast sea fog gradually dissipates. On the other side, somewhere tens of thousands of miles deep into the land, the ever-changing clouds and fog have never been dispersed by the sun, but stretch all day long, misty and unpredictable. .
Legend has it that there is a place where immortals live, but as soon as you get close to the foot of the mountain, the area within a hundred miles is already infested with wild beasts and the smoke is threatening. Not many people dare to go deep into it, even if there are occasional bold and unintentional people who want to achieve enlightenment and seek immortality. , and there is no return.
Gradually, the legend of the fairy mountain has passed through generations, but it only exists in people's fantasy stories.
There is a poem from the ancients:
Haike talks about the fairy island, and it is hard to find a letter in the misty waves.
People are talking about the fairy mountain, and the clouds and clouds are bright and extinguished or visible.
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"This is a wonderful poem. I didn't expect that you have some literary talents. You should go to the secular world of Yue and become a teacher." Deep in the fairy mountain, among the many pavilions and pavilions, a short and fat young man said with a hint of ridicule.
"Go away," the speaker was another young man who was reciting poetry. He looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old and was thin. He was interrupted by this short fat man and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
"What do you know? For me, this kind of poetry is more or less necessary. No ordinary teacher can have this ability like me."
He looked at the other party, and suddenly an idea came to him.
"Ren Feng, don't you want to seduce your junior sister? I'll compose a few more love poems for you, the kind that will make you cry when you hear them. I guarantee you will succeed immediately."
This Ren Feng actually blushed a little. After all, he was the same as the other person. However, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He swallowed, paused, and actually said a little seriously: "Liu Yuan, do you really mean what you said?"
"Of course, but there is a condition." Liu Yuan finally shook out the little Jiujiu hidden in his heart, "You just need to steal the top-grade Kung Fu from your family and lend it to me for a few days."
"You want me to steal it? Are you going to give me top-level skills?" Ren Feng almost lost his temper. "Although our Lingtian Pavilion is one of the top immortal cultivating sects in the Yue Kingdom, we only have two top-level techniques in total. Where can I get them for you?" , it’s a beautiful thought.”
But after all, his gossip nature broke out, so he came over and lowered his voice, "I heard the uncle in the family gossiping about the two top-grade exercises in our Lingtian Pavilion. In fact, after so many years of verification and competition with other sects, they are just high-grade and low-grade."
Then, he added worriedly, "Don't talk about it everywhere."
"Of course not. Who else can I tell?" Liu Yuan shook his head repeatedly. Ren Feng boasted for a long time and walked away with unfinished thoughts. At this time, Liu Yuan was alone in the pavilion, watching the clouds outside the window. , but couldn't help feeling lonely, he said to himself,
"Who else will believe my words and who cares except you?"
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Lingtian Pavilion is the first sect of cultivating immortals in the Yue Kingdom. The Lingtian Mountain Range where it is located rises tens of thousands of feet tall, and its remaining veins are endless and borderless. There are seven main peaks scattered around like lotus flowers. This is The center of Lingtian Pavilion. It is:
Tiandu Peak.
Tianshu Peak.
Tianlu Peak.
Tianqin Peak.
Tianyou Peak.
Tianji Peak.
Tianxin Peak.
This great sect of cultivating immortals has gone through countless years and has already blossomed into many subsidiary sects and ethnic groups, most of which are attached to several main peaks like lotus flowers and extend outward.
Among them, the Ren Family Ancestral Pavilion, as the most important direct family, has flourishing branches and leaves. It is not only famous for refining alchemy and weapon refining, but also has a rich collection of books and is the leader among several families.
The Wenyuan Pavilion in the Collection Pavilion even preserves many top-grade secret books on martial arts, and there are even some middle-grade techniques. If you put it outside, you will be beaten to death.
And Liu Yuan is in Wenyuan Pavilion...oh no, Wenhui Pavilion has a small job of cataloging bibliographies.
Although the difference between Wenyuan Pavilion and Wenhui Pavilion is only one word, the actual degree of attention is vastly different.
It turns out that the Ren family has always divided the collection pavilion into five sub-cabinets, among which:
Wenyuan Pavilion - a secret book that contains the exercises and mental methods
Wenjin Pavilion - contains the secrets of Danfang Jinshi
Wenyuan Pavilion - contains the experience of the Qi Sect in refining weapons
Wenlan Pavilion - contains the miscellaneous notes of senior masters,
Wenhui Pavilion - includes... uh... other things.
On weekdays, in order to obtain family contributions, the senior brothers who travel often bring the miscellaneous books they collect to the library for confiscation. After being screened by the elders, what is left and confiscated is garbage that has been judged by many parties to be of little value, so they are all thrown away. Wenhui Pavilion contains many geographical features, anecdotes, and even strange novels. In the sect of cultivating immortals where everyone aspires to live forever, naturally not many people come to patronize such mundane and useless things. Wenhui Pavilion cannot stand on an equal footing with other major pavilions.
Therefore, Liu Yuan felt that even if he talked nonsense, no one in this pavilion would care at all.
In fact, Wenhui Pavilion is simply a corner that has been forgotten by everyone. On weekdays, the director of the Pavilion, Jing Zong, is not interested in worldly affairs and is too lazy to guide and teach his disciples. As the lowest-level employee, what Liu Yuan mostly does is the repetitive work of cataloging bibliographies, which is only a little higher than the handyman who cleans the mansion.
However, although he was only fifteen years old, Liu Yuan was quite smart and clever, and compiled the catalog in an orderly manner. Ren Jingzong also paid attention to him once for the first time, but after checking his immortal roots, he lost all interest and never appeared again.
This is no wonder, although the top-grade Tianling roots cannot be exacted, there are only a few in Lingtian Pavilion, and their reputation has already spread far and wide. But when it comes to middle-grade spiritual roots, large sects like Lingtian Pavilion are not unusual, or they have the largest number of people.
But maybe it's a joke of fate. Liu Yuan is neither a top-grade heavenly spirit root, a foreign spirit root, nor a middle-grade five-element spiritual root of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, but he was born with a low-grade spiritual root, even the most common earth spirit root. None of them, only the lowest level pseudo-spiritual root.
Pseudo-spiritual roots are mostly caused by the sequelae of illness in childhood, or something went wrong while practicing at a young age, or when the foundation is unstable, the body is successfully seized but backlash occurs, or it is simply congenital malformation.
Generally speaking, the cultivation of pseudo-spiritual roots is unstable, it is difficult to gather spirits, and the upper limit is not high. Every time it reaches a bottleneck, it is a big challenge. Although it is better than ordinary people who have no spiritual roots at all, it is only a little stronger. That is to say, it is theoretically possible to cultivate immortality. Most ascetics with pseudo-spiritual roots stay in the Qi refining stage, wasting their lives and dying sadly. Therefore, these disciples are mostly assigned to some secular tasks, such as what Liu Yuan is doing now - the low-level deacon of Wenhui Pavilion.
In other words:
Librarian.
In fact, half of them, the deacon disciples of Wenhui Pavilion, have pseudo-spiritual roots in the Ren family clan. Their placement here can be regarded as a customary move in the clan to provide for their retirement.
In this atmosphere, these pseudo-spiritual disciples of Wenhui Pavilion have no positive attitude, and they don't meet much on weekdays. In addition, the pavilion director's indifferent attitude makes the disciples guess that he has long been I gave up everything here, so except for the disciples who were on duty as usual, everyone was dealing with animals - herding sheep and catching fish. The pavilion is deserted, and few brothers come to borrow books on weekdays.
Besides, as a low-level deacon, Liu Yuan, the Liu clan he came from was originally a small clan dependent on the Ren family, and most of the spiritual roots he inherited were inferior. In addition, his parents died young, so there were few relatives or friends. On weekdays, there was only one person from Wenlan Pavilion, Ren Feng, who often came to Liu Yuan to chat because they had similar odors.
But that day when Ren Feng left, Liu Yuan was alone in the empty Wenhui Pavilion, watching the golden incense rising from the furnace next to the case, but he couldn't settle down in his heart. It was because of the poem he just said casually that it aroused him for a long time. memories. The light clouds outside the building sometimes gather and sometimes disperse, as if they care about him, but more often than not they seem to be laughing at him.
Liu Yuan thought of many long-standing worries, and couldn't help but come to the window and read aloud:
Laughing up to the sky and going out,
How can I be a Penghao person!
