The black ink pillar platform is decorated with three branches and leaves, and natural lighting stones are placed on it. It is crystal clear and bursts out like daylight.
In the center of the palace, young talents who feel they are outstanding come out to show off their skills.
"You also have to keep your wits about you when fighting," Mr. Tang drank from the back and drank in the air.
Several people commonly known as Xiaoxian nodded in agreement. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the most important thing in a flower viewing party is making friends.
Make friends with geniuses.
The central character should be the dog son of Taoist Langhe, with a wolf-like appearance.
He has a tall and straight figure, with a strong chest and a strong left arm, without appearing fat. He is well-proportioned and looks handsome and young.
He holds Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand. The blade is sharp and can break hair when blown. The body of the stick is pure pine wood that is a hundred years old, and the pine fragrance is gentle.
"Xing Zi, you're here too." Lang Qiao's long arms stretched out towards someone and hugged each other.
"Xingzi?" Everyone exclaimed. Zhongli Bixi also knew him. It could be said that the outer disciples all worshiped the same team.
As a team member, Xingzi broke through the third level of physical training during the selection and became a handsome young man.
Taoist Langhe, the leader of the stage, asked: "Little friend, how is your strength now?"
Legend has it that those who join that team will advance rapidly in cultivation in a short period of time, become extraordinary, go out to plunder and kill beasts, and return home in great prosperity.
Otherwise, hunting is the most profitable and has the widest source.
"Young man is not talented, he is in the middle stage of the fourth level of Qi training."
He has a sharp face and a thin and sexy mouth. The corners of his lips are curved and pursed, like a river flowing under a starry night, soft and mysterious.
In addition to this friend, there is also an outstanding young man, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a third level of Qi training.
He is young and dry, has a simple Taoist robe, does not like to talk much, and is introverted.
Her eyelashes are sparse, her star-shaped eyes are full of flowers, her face is thin, her skin is delicate and white, her hair crown is long and fluttering at the back of her head, and a horizontal hairpin is inserted into the crown of a golden branch, which is classical and gentle.
"Tian Xingzhi," Elder Tang said, "This person has been appointed by the sect and has a bright future."
Zhongli Bixi looked at this person, and after a glance, he looked at the beautiful fairy sitting in front of him and thought.
"If the favored genius is a woman,..."
The night passed in a daze, drunk and full, and the monks helped each other back to the sky and the sky.
Mr. Tang's face was red and he was unconscious. He hurried out and called for a transport before going out. The Golden Mouse was ordered by the driver and left step by step.
Zhongli Bixi may have a high level of cultivation, but he accidentally overheard Mr. Tang cover his body and whisper to the coachman.
"..."
Not suitable for children. Mr. Tang's face was red and he was extremely drunk. When he could only say a word, he didn't show his liveliness easily.
The next morning, I returned to Dongshe Shanbi full of energy, happy and full of ambition. This is something.
The evening wind was raging, and the cold bright moon sprinkled hoarfrost on the road bricks. The streets on both sides were bustling with men, women, and children having fun, all in gorgeous clothes.
The small pool spurts out living water, high into the sky, and stars and water droplets are scattered.
Zhongli Bixi walked slowly. On the way, he was teased several times and asked his name. In the end, he was harassed by a thunderbolt spell and ran away in frustration.
A strand of men's robes flashed against the far wall. The fabric was luxurious and the embroidery was meticulous.
Halfway through, I was fascinated on the road, and when I came back to my senses, the fairy had already left.
On the dark street wall, a man who was beating his chest snorted coldly, "Lang Qiaomao, you are looking for death."
"When a gentleman returns home, he will never abandon me." Zhou Yanxing said, stroking the unicorn jade ring on his finger in the morning light of the cave.
"Is it settled?" Zhonglibi asked the young man sitting on the couch in the bathroom.
"Haha, sure," Zhou Yan was dressed in white and played short, with a few chains on his chest, strings of strings.
On the day when the trading company was leaving, Zhongli Bi washed up the mountain.
Walking through the martial arts training ground, I suddenly saw a tall tower with golden brilliance stitched with some white cloud paint, and the Tao followed the natural atmosphere.
Refreshing and refreshing, the purity of a scholar.
Teng Shu Lang Shu Pavilion.
Some of the sect's books, suitable for outer sect disciples, are in the tower.
All in the cabinet.
There are checkpoints on each floor, and Lingbo levels can be selected.
The entrance to the stairs is like a real table made of Zeyun wood, which has the meaning of "deep virtue" and hopes that the disciples will prosper.
On the first floor, there are bookshelves rising up high, more than ten meters long, with probably countless shelves arranged horizontally, arranged in a curled pattern around the Bagua diagram.
The disciples entered and were dazzled.
There are many books, and excerpts are lent out and cast by specialized monks, and the copies are destroyed after they are taken back.
According to the sect's way, books belong to the owner and are not allowed to be passed on to others. Correspondingly, there is a penalty of private transmission.
The second floor Zhonglibi washed up was different.
Giant trees were planted, with thick branches and luxuriant branches. Its leaves represent a book with the title written on it, and are surrounded and protected by clouds.
Choose something, reach out, press your fingers on the tree trunk, convey your thoughts, the leaves fall off and fly down, forming the shape of a book.
Color is a bonus, some trees have pink piggy leaves, some have blue dragon scales,...
"Probably thousands of trees." Zhongli Bixi stopped and looked around.
The green grassland is surrounded by wooden houses, the roof is blue sky and white clouds, and the edges are outlined with fine lines.
The giant tree below is covered with stars, and its branches are brown and black, carved with silk patterns. The breeze blows, and the water strokes are wandering.
"Reading under the tree feels so unique." Every newcomer has a happy face when he comes.
The medicinal cauldron leaves the tree, with black broken leaves. Zhongli Bi washes it and gets the "Basic Identification of Herbal Medicine".
I sat down anywhere, the tree trunk was so big that there were more than a hundred people sitting and lying on it, and I looked through it carefully.
Herbal medicine types, habits, pharmacology, natural enemies, etc.
Until noon, after watching it for two hours without finishing it, Zhongli Bi washed his spiritual power and poured it into the book, gave birth to wings, and the small medicine cauldron slowly flew to his position.
Borrow books and go to the librarian at the top of the stairs to register, but there are only twelve hours a day. Anyway, the bookstore is on the mountain and you won't be able to run by yourself.
Disciples can come and watch it for a while if they want, and after reading it, leave it at home.
You would never have guessed that like-minded Taoists like Zhongli Bixi would not be willing to spend more money.
At the entrance of the stairs, put up a door sign to make it more detailed. Rent books for one more day...
The interest on the second floor is two thousand gold.
"I'm so poor if I don't have money." After a while, Zhongli Bi went to the Ji Feng Hall, which is also on the second floor, where the task announcement hall is.
Calculating his strength, he accepted an item, feeding Xuanling bird cubs for one day, 4000 points.
After registration, I received the paper and had four meals, morning, noon, evening, and midnight.
Food is free, but it’s just a matter of method.
"Tiring." Zhongli Bi washed himself.
The rice fields on the mountainside are endless. Ling Zhifu received a certain amount of rice from three random people, and followed them to crush the white rice grains, smelling the sweet fragrance of the air.
"The food is not ordinary. I had a little bit of the spirit rice flavor when the 17th and 18th edition were opened." Zhongli Bi said.
Lingzhifu smiled, stretched out six fingers, and exclaimed: "The beloved son of the sect, Xuan Lingniao is an adult, and he has reached the sixth level of Qi training."
Use the distributed storage bag to receive it, pick it up with the flavor of Xuanling Bird and the freshness of Lingmi, and go back and forth four times.
After Zhonglibi finished washing, he went to the grocery store, where the sect bought and sold some miscellaneous things, roasted low-grade herbs, simple utensils for single use, etc.
"A thousand catties of small Ganoderma lucidum, twenty thousand catties of random fruits, a thousand miscellaneous pills,..."
Zhongli Bixi went to the Breeding Hall again and saw some large objects, cattle, sheep and tigers.
Many smaller ones, a little different, all alive, crickets, praying mantises, grasshoppers, hairy feet, centipedes, toads,...
Can you imagine a girl carrying more than 10,000 kilograms of insect poison?
Trees and jungles, a natural secret in the mountains.
Zhongli Bixi looked at the cubs eating happily, feeling satisfied in his heart.
