"Knock Knock"

Yang Xuan knocked on the door hurriedly, and kept shouting "Senior Brother, Senior Brother".

But no matter how much he knocked on the door, the only thing that answered him was a burst of snoring.

"This thing isn't really going to sleep until now, is it?"

Yang Xuan shook his head and pushed the door in. I saw that the room was full of breathing, and Sun Wukong was lying on the bed sleeping soundly.

"Senior brother, it's time to get up, it's almost time." Yang Xuan walked to the bed, leaned over, patted Sun Wukong gently, and reminded softly.

Sun Wukong ignored Yang Xuan, muttered "I can't afford it" in a daze, and turned over and continued to sleep.

"How much monkey drunk did you get drunk yesterday?"

Recalling the scene of Sun Wukong holding the wine jar and drinking monkeys drunk yesterday, Yang Xuan shook his head, got up and walked to the door, closed the door and left.

In the three-star cave of the oblique moon, the pavilions and pavilions, although there are many deep pavilions, but they are scattered, among the many attics in the west, there are the library pavilions and the residences of the doormen.

Walking on a winding gravel road, surrounded by evergreen shrubs, there is a feeling of winding paths.

Because his residence was close to the Library Pavilion, Yang Xuan walked along this road for a short time, and then stopped at a building that looked magnificent, and looked up at the three ancient seal characters of "Library Pavilion" on the door plaque, Yang Xuan walked straight in without thinking too much.

The person guarding the library was a senior brother of a big character, and Yang Xuan had known this senior brother when he came to the library before, so Yang Xuan said a few words to this senior brother before entering the library.

Pushing open the door of the quaint Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the first thing that caught Yang Xuan's eye was the rows of neat bookshelves.

There are no books on the floor, no choking dust, no dusty cobwebs.

In the library cabinet, the windows are bright and clean, in addition to the bookshelves, there are tables and benches in an orderly manner, and there are even soft collapses to rest.

Rows of bookshelves are neatly filled with all kinds of books, including bamboo slips, jade slips, animal skins, and paper books.

Books are organized and placed in different categories for easy reading and query.

The floors are wiped clean, and rows of huge bookshelves stand against the walls, neatly arranged with a collection of books.

Yang Xuan looked at the various books on the shelves, and walked towards the bookshelf where books such as exercises and magic powers were placed......

In the huge library, there is only the sound of pages turning, and even whispers are inaudible. The air is filled with the light fragrance of paper, ink and books, which is tranquil and peaceful.

"Alas, I can't find it."

Putting down the bamboo slip in his hand, Yang Xuan sighed softly, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

On the wooden table in front of him, bamboo slips, books, jade tubes, and so on were already piled up at this time.

However, looking at the distressed look on Yang Xuan's face, it should be that he didn't find the one he wanted.

Although there are many books in the library cabinet, there are not many books that actually record spells and supernatural powers.

And those spells are not very profound, like some kind of dust removal technique, fireball technique, spring breeze and rain trick and other relatively basic spells.

Compared to the spells recorded in the "Five Spirits True Formula" that he got from Liu Mengli, it is not much higher.

As for the immortal art obtained from the prince Changqin, it really can't be compared.

I've been to the library in the past, but I've never read any books that record magical powers.

When Yang Xuan first arrived in the flood wilderness, the first thing he had to do was to adapt to the environment on this side of the flood wilderness, and the days on this side of the flood wilderness were relatively stable, so Yang Xuan was not in a hurry to step into the path of cultivation.

Moreover, the cultivation exercises in the first layer of the Library Pavilion, according to the words of the master guarding the Library Pavilion, are also ordinary and can no longer be ordinary.

Yang Xuan didn't want to waste his holy body on that kind of low-level exercises, so after only a few cursory glances at those exercises, he didn't pay attention to them.

As for spells...... You don't even have mana, and you still want to practice spells?

Dream on!

Later, the Bodhi Patriarch taught Yang Xuan the Great Immortal Decision and the Seventy-two Changes, and Yang Xuan came to the Library Pavilion less often.

"Is it only above that there are those supernatural powers that penetrate the heavens and the earth?" In distress, Yang Xuan's gaze moved to the staircase.

If you want to enter the second floor of the Library Pavilion, you must at least be an earth immortal to have that qualification, and then you must have the consent of the Bodhi Patriarch.

The current Yang Xuan is not qualified to enter.

Leaning on the back of the chair, Yang Xuan tilted his face, closed his eyes, and rubbed his eyebrows, showing a tired look on his face.

After refining the magic weapon in the Immortal Sword World, he immediately ran back, and ran to the library to look through the books, and at this point Yang Xuan was really a little tired.

"Maybe I'm really in a hurry."

Putting down his palm with a wry smile, Yang Xuan opened his eyes slightly, looked at the familiar ceiling, and said to himself.

When he calmed down, he no longer had the sense of urgency he had before, and it was still very early to see those supernatural powers that he was extremely eager for.

"Why don't you talk to the master?" Yang Xuan muttered, but shook his head again, vetoing the idea.

The seventy-two changes of the earth demon have not been cultivated yet, so they are thinking about other magic powers, according to the temper of the Bodhi Patriarch, after knowing it, there will definitely be a punishment.

"Forget it," after being silent for a while, Yang Xuan sighed softly, and then muttered, "It's better to practice the 'Seventy-two Transformations of Earth Evil' first, and then think about the rest." ”

Getting up from the chair, Yang Xuan stretched his body, and his whole body crackled with a sound.

My previous worries now seem to be superfluous, even if we can't get along or be targeted after returning to our hometown, it's a big deal to run back to the desolate world.

"It's time to take a bath."

Feeling that it was time to relax, Yang Xuan twisted his neck, put the books on the table back one by one, and walked out of the library pavilion.

After turning a few paths, a clear turquoise spring appeared in front of you.

"Puff"

Yang Xuan took off his clothes and jumped into the turquoise spring water, and suddenly the cool spring water gently stroked every pore of his body.

"Whew"

Yang Xuan let out a sigh and narrowed his eyes comfortably, and the fatigue of these days was swept away.

This is the spring of cleansing immortals, it is said that this spring water is full of aura, has the effect of washing impurities, clearing the spiritual platform and regulating the meridians.

If you wash your eyes with this spring water day after day, year after year, you can even make your eyes clear and see through the illusion.

There are no other people here today, and Yang Xuan is happy to be alone.

"I have to go back after all."

Yang Xuan, who put his hand on his head and soaked in the Cleansing Immortal Spring, looked up at the bright moonlight and stars in the night sky, his eyes were black and cold, and he sighed heavily.

That pair of middle-aged parents also had the grace of nurturing him, Yang Xuan was not a white-eyed wolf, no matter what, he had to go back to see them.

Even if they are no longer there, I have to kowtow to their graves.