When Qingyue returned to Tianyin Pavilion, it was almost dusk. After hurriedly saying goodbye to the Ye family's siblings, Qingyue did not go back to Yueyang Peak directly, but instead went to the library located at the southern foot of the main peak of Tianji Peak.

From the outside, the library looks like an ordinary wooden attic, with vermilion glazed tiles and dark painted walls, hidden in a lush purple bamboo forest. However, Qingyue knew that the entire purple bamboo forest was a complex array, and it had been guarding this small building for tens of thousands of years. The dark dark walls of the small building are made of diamond wood that is difficult to invade with water and fire, and difficult to enter with knives and axes; The vermilion glazed tiles were made of a large amount of deep-sea fine iron that could absorb spiritual attacks and erosion. Not to mention the intricate various protection, cleaning, and space magic circles inside the small building, making this seemingly fragile wooden building that can be destroyed by a gust of wind and a rainstorm even safer and more stable than the Tianshu Hall, the strongest in the Tianyin Pavilion.

There are nine floors in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, of which the first and second floors are developed for disciples in the Qi refining period, the third layer is open to disciples in the foundation building period, disciples in the Jindan stage can enter the fourth layer, and monks in the Yuan Infant stage and above can enter the fifth layer, but the other layers can only be entered with the approval of the sect.

Stepping on the fine bamboo shadow, Qingyue stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

An old man with gray hair, sitting next to a mahogany table on the first floor, heard footsteps, yawned, raised the back of his thin hand, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and muttered with a sleepy feeling that had not dissipated: "Here it is!" Show me your ID badge! ”

Qing Yue handed the white jade plate representing the disciples of the inner sect's qi refining period to the old man: "Uncle Shi, please take a look!" ”

The white-haired old man lifted his eyelids full of wrinkles, glanced at Qingyue, his cloudy gaze, and swept the jade plate with great difficulty: "Ye Qingyue, the inner door, you can enter the first and second floors, the jade slips in the pavilion are only allowed to be read, not allowed to be taken out, if you need to burn the jade slips, two spirit stones and one stone!" ”

After Qingyue thanked her, she put away the jade card. I caught a glimpse of the white-haired old man, with his eyes slightly closed and his head slightly dotted, as if he was about to fall asleep again.

The dense jade slips are arranged on the shelves, and there are labels attached to the shelves, on which the specific categories and numbers of the jade slips are carefully indicated. Qing Yue found the shelf marked with wooden exercises, and couldn't help but feel shocked in the face of all kinds of exercises. However, when you look closely, you can't help but feel ridiculous. For example, the Wood Thorn Technique and the Wood Needle Technique are just an expansion and extension of the Thorn Technique, but they are also listed separately, as well as the Hell Cage, the Gun Forest Ye Yu and the Ambush on All Sides, but they are a combination of the Thorn Technique and the Winding Technique.

Qing Yue came here, mainly to choose a few spell jade slips. Her major exercise, the Biluo Heart Sutra, has only one spell on the first level, the exploration method called "Seeing the Small Things", which can detect the subtle fluctuations of spiritual power. There is also only one spell on the second layer, which is called "Great Rejuvenation". Unlike the rejuvenation technique commonly used by monks, this spell is not only effective for treating external injuries, but also for internal injuries, especially the damage to the meridians and dantian, which is difficult to achieve with most pills. Qingyue estimated that it would be difficult for her exercises to break through the third layer before the foundation was built. In addition to swordsmanship, she urgently needed to master several wood-attribute spells. Most of the wood attribute spells belong to auxiliary spells, and Qingyue carefully selected them, and finally chose the three spells of winding, thorns, and birth. This is the most basic spell of wood attribute spells, easy to learn and difficult to master. Qing Yue plans to practice these basic techniques well. She is a heavenly spirit root, and her spiritual power is naturally much purer than others, coupled with a solid foundation and a deep foundation, she is even better than others in terms of spell casting speed and spell strength.

Walked down the stairs, handed over the spirit stone at the white-haired old man, burned the jade slip, and the sun had disappeared into the western sky. The night is like a tide, quietly spreading from the four fields. The first quarter moon is half bent, and I don't know when to quietly hang the bamboo tops. The moonlight is light and light, and the cold stars are sparse and falling. When Qingyue left, the shadow of the white-haired old man was stretched slender and long by the cold and indifferent glow of the moonstone.

Qingyue had barely visited Tianyin Pavilion at night, and at this time, looking at the thick night, she regretted why she refused to accompany her and went back to the mountain alone. From Tianji Peak to Yueyang Peak, you have to pass through a number of uninhabited mountains. The disciples in the sect rarely flew with imperial weapons in the sect, and Qingyue was not easy to make an exception, but he just blessed himself with a blast technique with his spiritual power, and walked along the winding mountain road towards Yueyang Peak.

The moonlight is light and light, and the shadows of flowers and trees are sparsely printed on the ground. Leaving the warm lights and the whispers of people, the silent and unmanned Siye seems to be particularly empty. Qingyue clenched her fists nervously, didn't dare to look back, galloped all the way, and stopped in front of the "ladder".

The so-called ladder refers to a section of the steep mountain road of Tianyin Pavilion. The mountain road was no more than one step wide, and there were steep cliffs on both sides. At both ends of the mountain path are forests planted with locust trees. The "ladder" hangs between the two forests.

Those who cultivate the truth have divine knowledge and discernment of the way, so they are naturally not afraid of this natural danger. It's just that at this time, Qingyue stood at the end of the ladder, the moonlight was light, the shadows of the trees were sparse, the mountain wind was whistling past her ears, and the narrow mountain road seemed to be swaying in the wind.

Qingyue froze and carefully probed with her divine sense to confirm that there was no abnormality. He quietly slid out the Aoki sword, clasped it in the palm of his hand, and walked quickly up the stone steps, rushing towards the opposite bank.

The night is like water, and on both sides of the narrow mountain road, there is an abyss that cannot be seen at a glance. Qingyue felt that her heart was beating like a drum, cold sweat broke out in her palm holding the long sword, and the muscles of her whole body only tensed, and she ran quickly all the way to the other side. However, at the end of the mountain road, the branches of the locust trees on the opposite bank were staggered and swaying, swaying in the strong mountain wind, but nothing happened.

Step out of the ladder and into the woods. Qingyue's heart was relieved, stepping on the staggered branch shadows, and when she was about to leave, behind her, a sudden change occurred.

A large golden net descended from the top of the tree and headed towards Qingyue as a hood.

In the light moonlight, Qingyue caught a glimpse of the golden net, instinctively carried the startling footwork, his body suddenly moved more than three feet away, the cyan long sword in his right hand was unsheathed, and his left hand held a talisman, looking coldly at the top of the tree.

The top of the tree was empty, and on the dark blue sky, Liao Luo was scattered with a few cold stars.

Qingyue secretly thought that the other party might have an invisible talisman or magic weapon. Since he is sneak attacked, his cultivation will inevitably not be higher than his own, and he will set up an ambush on the road he must pass, presumably to be familiar with his whereabouts. But who the hell is it, and for what, that he dares to openly do it in the sect.

Invisibility talismans usually only last for a short period of time, and magic artifacts require spiritual support. After a long time, the other party had to show up. If you don't move, you will kill, Qingyue holds the sword, calms down, and does not move like a mountain.

After a stick of incense, something silently shot towards Qingyuehou's heart. When he was about to touch the back of his heart, he saw Qing Yue suddenly turn around, take a wrong step, and the light and thin flying knife flew by just against his clothes. At the same time, the sword light suddenly lit up, like a pool of autumn water, pointing directly at the low bushes in the shadows.

Only listen to the "ding" sound, and an object and the flying sword collide. Then, the low bushes suddenly exploded, and a black figure jumped out of it. The man's face was covered with a black veil, and in his hand was a Flowing Cloud Flying Sword that was commonly used by the disciples of the Tianyin Pavilion, and the shirt on his left shoulder was picked off, and under the moonlight, it was faintly glowing with blood.

Qing Yue looked at it, and the other party seemed to be a cultivator at the peak of the Qi refining period, a little higher than herself. But with the long sword in her hand, she was confident that she was not weaker than him.

I saw the sword light crossing the moonlight, and a sea of flowers appeared out of thin air. Light pink petals, fluttering in the silver moonlight. There seems to be a faint sweet fragrance wafting through my nose, as if there is a melodious flute sound passing through my ears, as if there is a pink cloud, gently passing through my long hair, carrying my love and sorrow, drifting through my dreams. The cyan long sword seemed to be covered with a layer of pink, obliquely, as if it was slow and fast, silently stabbing at the left side of the man in black's heart.

The man in black also seemed to be proficient in swordsmanship, and the Flowing Cloud Flying Sword in his hand was placed horizontally in front of his chest, which happened to be aimed at the cyan long sword of Shangqingyue. Then, I saw that under the moonlight, the sword light crisscrossed and criss-crossed, and the sea of pink flowers rose and fell, but it was always scattered by the black flowing cloud flying sword. The petals silently surrounded the two of them, spinning, tearing, and fluttering rapidly in the vertical and horizontal sword qi.

Suddenly, Qingyue's sword momentum changed, and in the sea of flowers, there was suddenly a river of spring water like practice, and the spring water was surging, surging towards the man in black. The man in black was startled, the sword body trembled slightly, and he saw that the autumn wind was rising, the yellow leaves were Xiaoxiao, and an autumn mountain was towering to block the river. The way to the spring water of the river was blocked, and it suddenly divided into two, one left and one right towards Qiushan. But when he saw the autumn mountain, the ground suddenly became larger, and then, by the force of the water, suddenly retreated backwards.

When the sea of flowers dissipated, under the moonlight, only Qingyue's lonely figure holding the sword remained. The man in black has long since disappeared.

"There's a teleportation talisman!" Qingyue looked at the direction where the man in black disappeared and stomped his feet hatefully.

After being on guard for a while, Qingyue put away her long sword, stepped on the light moonlight, and ran towards Yueyang Peak.