Chapter 21: The Pavilion of the Scriptures

"That's right, this son is of great use to me, and my strength needs to be improved. Jian Chentian said lightly.

"Alright then, please also ask the sect master to leave some heritage for Sword Mountain. The thin old man took a step back and did not stop Jian Chentian again.

"Don't worry, I'm the sect master of Sword Mountain, and I still know this bit of proportion. Jian Chentian smiled elegantly.

With that, Jian Chentian waved his hand, and the originally quiet pool water below directly rioted, and a red, orange, yellow and green four-color spar burst up from the bottom of the pool water, slowly floating in Jian Chentian's hand.

"Kendo Crystallization" The thin old man's face was complicated.

The sword path crystallization under the sword pool is the combination of several pioneers who have worked hard in the sword mountain for a hundred years, and at this moment it is going to be given away, as if the raised daughter is about to get married, the eyes of the thin old man are extremely reluctant, after all, he is responsible for guarding the sword pool, he has been here for decades, and he has already had feelings for this place, not to mention, if it is obtained by the person holding the sword mountain, but this person is just a new worship who has just joined, which makes the old man's heart seem to have been cut a piece of meat, extremely uncomfortable.

"If it's good for Sword Mountain, it's fine, if you let the old man know, you are not at all bad for Sword Mountain, even if you are the person who is favored by the sect master, the old man will kill you if he fights for this old life!"

The thin old man secretly made up his mind.

"Four Elephant Sword Intent?" Jian Chentian muttered

"Then let you turn into a four-elephant sword intent!"

Jian Chentian's aura surged, and an extremely powerful aura erupted at this moment, and the thin old man on his side was shrouded in aura, and his body couldn't be maintained for a while, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Is this the strength of the sect master, so strong, even the cultivation of my heavenly realm can't resist the breath of the sect master!" the thin old man exclaimed.

This thin old man is the Heavenly Realm powerhouse who holds the Sword Mountain and sits in charge of the sect, but if there is no sect catastrophe, he will not be born, this should be regarded as an unwritten rule between the Heavenly Realm powerhouses of the various forces in the first layer.

And even the powerhouses of the Heavenly Realm couldn't maintain their form under the breath of Jian Chentian, which showed how far Jian Chentian's strength had reached.

Jian Chentian carefully extracted the energy in the spar, and four different energies were slowly extracted. The energy of the four colors of red, orange, yellow, and green exudes incomparably violent power, and it is ready to break free and go out to make a big fuss.

However, in the hands of Jian Chentian, it was not so easy to break free.

After extracting the four energies, the four-colored spar suddenly became extremely pure, and its whole body became milky white. Vaguely, you can also see that there are several sword qi swimming in the spar.

Jian Chentian threw the hedron under the sword pool again, leaving only four energies in his hands. Casually shot out a knife intent, wrapped four completely different energies, and slowly, wanted to fuse the four energies together.

The four different energies have just been extracted, and they haven't experienced the taste of "freedom" yet, so how can they be reunited with peace of mind?

The four energies that were originally relatively quiet in Jian Chentian's hands suddenly went berserk, wanting to break through Jian Chentian's shackles.

"Huh, if you want to resist, give me some peace!"

Jian Chentian said lightly

A more ferocious sword qi was shot out again, and the two sword qi were added together, wrapping the four energies together, and devouring the four energies little by little.

Eventually, it turned into a crystal of sword qi.

Regarding the way of the sword, the realm division of the way of the sword is Xiaocheng, Dacheng, Jianmang (刀mang), sword qi (刀qi), sword intent (刀意), and sword rhyme (knife rhyme).

Other unpopular weapons are the same as swords.

Jian Chentian handed over the sword qi crystallization to the thin old man, and said

"Fu Lao, I'll leave this to you, wait for that kid to come, help him. ”

"Does the sect master really want to do this, why is that kid worthy of you doing this for him?" asked the thin old man with a complicated expression.

Jian Chentian said in a deep voice

"Old Fu, you have to understand why I wanted to return to Sword Mountain in the first place. ”

"Well, since you have decided, then do as you say. ”

Fu Lao shook his head and turned to leave, as if he was a little older

"It's just Chentian, you have to understand, I am in charge of Sword Mountain, everything is based on the rise and fall of Sword Mountain, don't forget what you promised the old sect master. “

Jian Chentian looked at the back of the old man who had left Fu Lao and muttered to himself

"Why don't I want Sword Mountain to shine in the entire prison realm, but... “

Jian Chentian's fists clenched

"But that person doesn't die, how can I lead the Sword Hold Mountain to stand at the peak of the prison realm?"

For a long time, Jian Chentian stood on the sword pond for a long time.

Time passed slowly in the silence of Jian Chentian, and gradually, the sunset outlined a trace of redness, shrouded in the mountain of Sword Mountain, casting a thin veil. The chirping of birds and beasts, the fragrance of flowers and plants, with the smell of earth.

In the quiet picture, only Jian Chentian was left. It seems to be frozen in a beautiful picture, exuding a trace of loneliness.

At this time, Jian Chentian stiffened and moved his body, and the sound of bone movement resounded between the silent heaven and earth. Breaking the brief tranquility.

At this time, Jian Chentian returned to his previous elegance, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth made people feel like a spring breeze.

"It's a little bit off. Jian Chentian thought for a while.

Then the body disappeared between heaven and earth again, but the next moment it appeared in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the north of the Sword Mountain. In the scripture pavilion, exercises, martial arts, neatly cut on the rows of bookshelves.

As an extremely important place in the Sword Mountain, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion naturally has disciples who clean it in the pavilion every day, but at this time, it is already evening, and the time for cleaning has long passed.

The Scripture Pavilion of each sect is extremely important, and the Sword Mountain is no exception, and elders with the peak of the spiritual realm often sit here. However, Jian Chentian did not attract the attention of the sitting elder, and at his level, it was easy to hide under the investigation of a master at the peak of the spirit realm.

Besides, his strength needs to be hidden, after all, in addition to the Sword Mountain Sect Master, his identity also has an identity that is extremely involved.

He was reluctant to reveal that he had always claimed the strength of the third place in the list, and even the blind old man who followed him did not know his strength.

It can be said that the entire Sword Holding Mountain knows his identity and strength, and only the old man of the Heavenly Realm Fu is old.

Jian Chentian walked in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, looking around at the many exercises and martial arts in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, for him, these exercises and martial arts were no longer useful, but it did not affect him to look at it.

Fingers swiped over the rows of bookshelves, and the thick scent of books bloomed on the tip of Jian Chentian's nose.

He loved the taste, not just now, but in the past.

After inspecting for a week, Jian Chentian took out a yellowed book from the storage ring, this book was a little tattered, but looking at it, Jian Chentian had a complicated face, and felt the touch between his fingers, and Jian Chentian's thoughts drifted to the past.

After a long while, Jian Chentian came to his senses and said with a wry smile

"What's wrong today, I always recall bad memories. “

Seriously, it's a bit bizarre. After all, a powerhouse of the level of Jian Chentian has already been tempered very strong, and ordinary things really can't make his mind fluctuate.

"This kid actually makes my mind a little restless, is this a peculiarity of a prophet?" Jian Chentian secretly mocked.

Then I found a corner at random and carefully placed the book on it. After doing this, Jian Chentian looked at the eastern part of the sword holding mountain.

Said softly.

"Boy, I've prepared the opportunity for you, whether you can meet it or not depends on your luck. ”

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The next day, the sun's light had just fallen on the earth, and it was still hazy between heaven and earth. In the courtyard where Wang Yang lived, Wang Yang's figure had moved from the cultivation room to the courtyard.

The plan of the day lies in the morning, and the plan of the year lies in the spring, which is not just talk. At sunrise, the aura between heaven and earth is the most abundant, and if you cultivate at this time, its speed is several times that of ordinary days, even if it reaches the level of Wang Yang, it also has a great effect on cultivation.

Gradually, the sun rose, and it was almost noon, so Wang Yang stopped cultivating.

After finding some food to fill his stomach at random, he prepared to go to the Scripture Pavilion, after all, Jian Chentian had told him yesterday that the Scripture Pavilion was still of some use to him.

And Wang Yang thought about it carefully, his understanding of martial arts is still too little, sometimes when he fights with others, he can only break them with force, and once he encounters a master who is several times stronger than himself, he can only sit and wait for death.

So take a look at the exercises and martial arts, maybe you can still use them in the future.

Wang Yang walked around the Sword Mountain as if he was strolling in a leisurely garden, and walked for a while before arriving at the Zangjing Pavilion. In fact, Wang Yang really wanted to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion as soon as possible, and then take a look, and he would go directly to the courtyard.

But after walking out of the courtyard, he found that he couldn't find the way, and met many disciples to greet him along the way, and he responded one by one with a smile, but he thought to himself that he was a worshipper of the Sword Mountain, if he couldn't even find the road, wouldn't he be smiling and generous, so he resisted the idea of finding someone to ask for directions, and wandered around the Sword Mountain, but fortunately, he finally found the Zangjing Pavilion, and it really took some effort to say.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a quaint building made entirely of wood, although it is made of wood, but the slightest fluctuation in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion makes Wang Yang feel a little jealous.

There was a black-clothed elder sitting at the door of the Scripture Pavilion, and when he saw Wang Yang in front of him, he stood up.

The black-clothed elder looked at Wang Yang with a gloomy face, yesterday Wang Yang served as an offering, he didn't go, just because he was very disdainful of Wang Yang, yesterday Li Changsheng came to call him, but he was rudely refused, which made Li Changsheng very annoyed, but yesterday was the day when Wang Yang served as an offering, and he didn't have the same knowledge as this person.

The old man in black stood on the steps of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, condescendingly, and said

"You are Wang Yang?"

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To be continued