Zheng Qiu sat in the tea room on the first floor and waited patiently, and soon, the master flew down from the upper floor with a streamer.

Master Mingzong pointed to the outside of Fangcao Building: "Apprentice, let's go to the mountain." ”

"Master, aren't you going to give a lecture today?"

"I won't talk about the content in the books today, there are so many medicinal materials on Fangcao Peak, I'll take you to see the real thing. ”

The terraced rice fields of Yerba Cao Peak are similar to the floors in Yerba Kua Building, which are large circles around the peaks, and there are stone stairs connecting the upper circle and the lower circle. Zheng Qiu followed the master around the first-class terraced fields and first-class terraced fields, and listened to the master's introduction to the medicinal materials planted in the fields.

At the location of the mountain behind Fangcao Peak, Zheng Qiu also saw two rows of thatched houses, and the master told him that these thatched houses were raised with live medicinal materials, and there were not many varieties, mainly smaller birds and beasts.

After walking for most of the day, Zheng Qiu asked tentatively: "Master, did our Qianyun Sect ask about the place of Tiange?"

Master Mingzong was surprised: "Yes, how do you know?"

Without waiting for Zheng Qiu to answer, the master nodded and smiled, and said to himself: "That's right, your sister must have heard of it." Apprentice, what are you asking for?"

Seeing that the master guessed that it was Yun You who told him, Zheng Qiu was a little bolder: "I heard that there are all kinds of exercises in it. I was thinking, since there are so many exercises, why don't you go inside and look for them, I will definitely find exercises that are suitable for me to practice. ”

Master Ming Zong moved his gaze to stare at Zheng Qiu's face, as if he could see through his thoughts. Zheng Qiu was a little weak-hearted and shrunk his neck back.

Seeing this, the master retracted his gaze, stroked the herb leaves, and said, "There are indeed a lot of exercises in the Heavenly Pavilion, but you can't go now." There are rules in the sect that new disciples must be five years old before they are eligible to enter the Wentian Pavilion.

After five years, you can go to the Heavenly Pavilion at any time, except for some restricted floors, the rest can stay as long as you want. ”

When the words fell, Master Mingzong's hand stroking the herb stopped in mid-air, and his eyes looked into the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

Soon, he came back to his senses and said to Zheng Qiu: "Apprentice, the master has something important, come here today, you go back and practice folding the flower fingers, and we will visit the rest of the places tomorrow." ”

Zheng Qiu was stunned for a moment, why did the master suddenly want to let him go back? Was it because he asked about the exercises just now that made the master angry?

He hurriedly apologized to the master: "The master is sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked......"

Master Mingzong shook his hand and interrupted him: "It has nothing to do with that, the master really has something important, you go back and rest." ”

"Master?...... Oh!" Zheng Qiu couldn't guess what the master was thinking, so he had to agree.

After Zheng Qiu left, Master Ming Zong directly set up a streamer and rushed into the sky, and the earthy yellow light swept towards the center of the Qianyun Sect.

There are hundreds of peaks in the Qianyun Sect, and in the center of these peaks, there is a small basin that is a hundred zhang square. And in the middle of this basin, stands a tower with a simple shape.

The tower is different from any other building in the Qianyun Sect, with green tiles and cornices, wooden beams and iron pillars, and thick moss hanging on the slightly yellowed brick walls.

Towers rise from the ground and soar into the sky, and although built on a basin, they far exceed the surrounding peaks. Clouds in the sky wrap around the top of the tower, sometimes revealing snow on the eaves.

A streamer of light swept through the sky and landed straight in front of the tower, and the brilliance dissipated, revealing the figure of Elder Mingzong.

He raised his head, and as far as his eyes could see, there was a plaque hanging on the big iron gate of the tower, and three large golden characters were written on the plaque, asking the heavenly pavilion.

Continuing to raise his head and look up, he smacked his tongue and asked if the Heavenly Pavilion was really high, only with wooden beams and iron pillars as support, it could build nearly a thousand floors, and it could still stand for thousands of years, and I don't know how the predecessors of the Qianyun Sect did it, it was too powerful.

Elder Ming Zong stepped on the stairs to the gate of the Wentian Pavilion.

There was a small square table next to the door, and behind the table sat a beautiful woman, dressed in a purple patterned skirt, holding a thick book and reading it.

Elder Ming Zong stretched out his hand and knocked on the table: "Ming Sijiu, open the door." ”

The woman who was called Ming Si put down the book, raised her head and looked at the person: "Hey, Ming Zong, what kind of wind blew you here today?"

Elder Mingzong's eyelids jumped fiercely, this eyeshadow, this red lips, too, too sultry.

He coughed and complained: "Ming Sijiu, you are still dressed like this when you are old, who will you show it?" ”

"Oops, how did you talk. Ming Sijiu took out a silver mirror from his sleeve and looked at him, then tilted his head and threw a wink at Mingzong, "Women, regardless of age, appearance comes first at any time, you don't want to see it, some people want to see it." ”

Elder Ming Zong only felt that his body trembled for a while, and the hairs on his hands stood up, he avoided the other party's gaze, and shouted in his mouth: "Okay, okay, you are also an elder, so you can't be normal, and you will use this set to trick young disciples all day long." Hurry up and open the door, I still have something urgent. ”

"Yo Yo Yo, don't be angry, I won't be able to open the door for you. ”

With that, Elder Ming Sijiu raised his hand and patted it on the left side of the table, and with a click, an opening opened on the table, revealing the dark compartment inside. She put her hand into the dark compartment and took out an arm-long golden stick, and when she looked closely, the stick was carved and carved, exactly like the shape of the Heavenly Pavilion.

Elder Ming Si Ji tapped his finger on the golden Wentian Pavilion model, only to hear a buzz, and the model flashed with golden light. Immediately after, the large iron door of the Wentian Pavilion slowly opened outward, revealing a dim space inside.

Elder Ming Zong didn't want to talk nonsense with Ming Si, so he rushed into the Wentian Pavilion without looking back.

"Thank you and don't say it, really, it's still those disciples who are interesting. Ming Sijiu pouted and put the Wentian Pavilion model back in the dark compartment of the table.

There are no windows inside the pavilion, and the only light comes from the lampstones on the lampstand, and there are more than a dozen of them on each floor of the lampstand for the use of those who come in. Elder Mingzong picked up a lampstand and lit it, held it in his hand, and stepped on the creaking wooden staircase.

Each floor of the Pavilion is the same arrangement, in the octagonal hall, tall bookshelves are placed in four directions, in the center there is a small round table full of lampstands, and in the outermost corner of the wall are placed dozens of wooden frames.

Elder Ming Zong knew that there were not only exercises and formations hidden in the Wentian Pavilion, but also historical records and master notes collected from all over the clouds, some precious and unique books, whose value far exceeded ordinary exercises.

He kept climbing the stairs, and on the way he met a few disciples who were looking for exercises in the pavilion.

Elder Mingzong's footsteps became faster and faster, the steps slid under his feet rapidly, and the creaking sound couldn't keep up with his pace, and the whole person seemed to be flying up the stairs.

The higher the Heaven Pavilion is, the older the books are, and most of the books below the seven hundred layers Elder Ming Zong have read them, and he knows that if he wants to find out the problems on Zheng Qiu's body, he can only go to the higher layers to find them.