After explaining the main things, Yang Lao asked Qi Fei to carry him to the third floor. x

In the space on the third floor, there is no row of bookshelves, only a set of simple and luxurious vermilion lacquered mahogany bookcases, the outermost layer is full of three walls, and the middle layer is centered on four load-bearing decorative square columns, and each large bookcase is neatly and orderly filled with books.

Through the glass of the bookcase, Qi Fei could even see that some of these classics exuded a faint golden fluorescence, some conveyed the sound of great sound, some were full of mysterious qi, and some were full of haoran qi......

"Is this the so-called Buddha truth, Taoist rhyme, and Confucian style?"

Qi Fei was dumbfounded, unable to suppress the shock in his heart, and muttered to himself.

As long as you are often in the community of the Lingwang Zhongshui Forum, you can often hear someone blowing, and whoever has obtained a well-preserved Buddhist canon from the old era can hear the thunder from afar; It's also common to see sensational headlines such as: Shocked! A mysterious man picked up half of the Taoist Heavenly Book in the secret realm, and the book exuded a mysterious purple gas, which could break through the bottleneck and have an epiphany just by taking a sip.

Of course, most of the time the former is hearsay, and hearing the wind is rain; The latter is completely a picture at the beginning, and the content is all up to the editor.

Anyway, it's good to listen to these, and if you're serious, you'll lose.

However, there is one that is true, that is, the well-preserved texts of religion, philosophy, semiotics, occultism, etc., handed down from the old era, more or less have some magical visions of their own.

Among them, the older the ancient book, the original written by the master himself, the more unfathomable the content of the collection, the more terrifying the vision manifested.

And the most widely known, is the Songshan Shaolin Temple of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, rumors and visions are so prosperous, there is no one in the world, there is the Buddha's light illumination, the degree of people's hearts, there are cattle and horses life, the Buddhas and dragons, there are Arhat golden bodies, Bodhisattva compassion, there are Buddha sound law, sound like thunder, there are golden lotus flowers, pure mind......

And now, what is in front of Qi Fei's eyes is a miracle that is really true and real, and it is not one or two, not one or twenty, not one or two hundred, but thousands of psychic books.

Under the reflection of so many visions, the entire room on the third floor is shrouded in all kinds of miracles, making people feel as if they are in a chaotic place that is infinitely close to the original origin of all things in the world.

Qi Fei sent the master into the suite on the third floor, and then he heard a knock on the door downstairs, and then someone pushed the door directly in.

"Yang Jushi, lunch is ready, I'll bring it to you."

The voice was mellow and powerful, and it was clearly a middle-aged man.

"It's Master Chang Yu, just to introduce you to you."

Qi Fei nodded, and his eyes also looked at the door of the suite.

Ten seconds later, I saw a fat monk wearing a gray monk's robe, who was tall and wide, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, walking in with a wooden food box containing food.

"Amitabha, this benefactor is the young man brought back by Old Master Yang, I heard that Hua Gu, your name seems to be Qi Fei, is this name correct?"

Master Chang Yu saw Qi Fei at a glance, so he took the initiative to say hello.

He doesn't have kind eyebrows, but that chubby figure and face, even if he doesn't smile, has a sense of joy, just like the Maitreya Buddha seen at the entrance of the dojo downstairs.

"Yes, Master Changyu." Qi Fei said.

"Chang Yu, I have already accepted Qi Fei as an apprentice, if nothing else, he will be by my side and send me off for the last journey, and he will deliver the daily meals in the future."

"Yes." Master Chang Yu nodded, and at the same time looked at Qi Fei, and said directly to the point: "Master Qi Fei, it seems that Elder Yang has already told you about his situation, since his old man accepts you as an apprentice, then I will naturally accept your arrival, and at the same time, I also hope that you can respect the teacher and don't live up to the old layman's trust in you." ”

"It's my duty."

"Haha! I still agree with Mr. Yang's vision, in short, this is a good thing, and it should be rejoiced. Let's go down and have dinner together, and I'll introduce you to the other four residents. ”

When Qi Fei heard this, he looked at his master, Yang Lao nodded, and said, "Well, you can go down to eat too!" ”

Then, Qi Fei followed Chang Yu out of the library and walked towards the dining hall on the first floor......

At the dining table in the dining hall, in addition to Master Chang Yu, who was sitting on the main seat in the center, Hua Gu on Qi Fei's right hand side, and Panda Da Mao, there were four other people:

Lao Zhao is a middle-aged man who talks a lot but has no nutrition, and his right leg is a little lame, and he has difficulty moving.

Zhao Long, the son of Lao Zhao, is sixteen years old this year, one year older than Qi Fei, and has been promoted to a two-star martial artist at the beginning of the year.

Lao Jiu, who was sitting next to Hua Gu, was thin and had sharp-beaked monkey gills, and he didn't look pleasant, but he was Hua Gu's husband. Lao Jiu is more like his nickname, because Qi Fei noticed that his right hand was missing a ring finger, that is, he was nine fingers, which was probably the reason for calling him Lao Jiu.

The last one was Lao Huang, a dark-skinned, hunched-backed, but sturdy old farmer who had been in charge of cultivating the fields behind the dojo.

When they heard that Master Chang Yu Qi Fei was accepted as a disciple by Yang Lao, except for Lao Huang, who had no reaction to this, everyone else was stunned.

Moreover, Qi Fei noticed that the faces of the Zhao family father and son were different, especially Zhao Long's face, which almost wrote the word 'unhappy' on his face, and his eyes when he looked at Qi Fei began to be prickly, but after being glared at him by Lao Zhao, he restrained a little.

At the same time, Lao Jiu's chopsticks paused in mid-air for half a second, and Hua Gu's pupils subconsciously shrank a little.

However, the husband and wife returned to normal in a blink of an eye, and congratulated Qi Fei one after another.

Qi Fei vaguely sensed that there was a problem here, but what was going on was not something he could spy on when he first arrived, so he could only keep an eye on it for the time being.

After lunch, Qi Fei returned to the library upstairs and began to formally accept the master's teachings.

There is no need to use verbal communication to preach, there is no actual practice to teach, and there is no secret book to practice according to the practice, Yang Lao directly uses his divine sense to communicate to carry out the entire inheritance.

In just one afternoon, Qi Fei already knew the exercises such as "The Law of Cause and Effect of the Three Worlds of the Ten Directions", "Six Styles of Divine Soldiers", "Eighteen Hell Walks" and half of "Senluo Wanxiang".

The memory information that Qi Fei obtained was not only the detailed content of these three and a half exercises, but also the process and practice of Dream God Machine, Chen Fenghuo and Yang Lao's own creation of the exercises, as well as the truth and analysis therein.

Yes, there are no semi-obstacles or incomprehensions in his cognition of these exercises, and the only thing he needs is to take the time to thoroughly master these exercises and turn them into his own strength.

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