Princess Jinyang's words came out, and the air in the meditation room became solemn again.

Hearing her assertion, Zhu Luan lowered his head slightly and was silent for a while.

Then she raised her hand, gently stroked the flower bell hanging around her neck, raised her head and smiled slightly.

"You're right, there's really nothing."

From the beginning of wearing it on this girl's body, she made countless attempts day and night, but this weak body did not have a trace of reaction, and after hundreds of attempts, she had a faint sense of qi, but each time it was less than a day, the idea of qi that had finally gathered would dissipate.

After making thousands of attempts, even after seeing countless martial arts problems in her previous life, she had to recognize a reality, this girl's body, eighteen qi apertures, actually did not have a single one.

Ignorant.

If those geniuses who have mastered more than ten tricks are favored by the heavens, it is like walking on the road at will and suddenly being smashed by pies falling from the sky.

Then the luck of this Zhu Ying's girl is extremely unlucky.

Of course, if she hadn't wanted to start practicing for the rest of her life, she probably wouldn't have found out about it for the rest of her life.

She doesn't have to be sad and lost because of this, hundreds of millions of ordinary people in the world, it is extremely rare for someone who can pass more than ten of the eighteen orifices of the sea of qi, and a body like Zhu Ying is normal......

But as Princess Jinyang said.

She had entered such a big world, but now she was blocked in front of that world, and she couldn't even touch the threshold of entry.

Zhu Luan sighed.

Didn't the book say that the protagonist would often be hit by a super gift package after crossing over? And crossing by yourself is always worse and worse every time.

Zhu Luan raised his left hand and stared at his hand.

No matter how many times I look at it, I feel that this hand is so unfamiliar.

Her left hand was originally covered with calluses, with thick calluses on her index finger, thumb and thumb, and half-moon-shaped grinding marks on her palm, which were left by thousands of draws and swings of the sword.

But now her palms are extremely white and tender, and her index finger is as slender as a tender onion.

She sighed regretfully in her heart, raised her head, and said to Princess Jinyang with a smile, "It seems that I don't have the life of winning the super gift package in this life." ”

Princess Jinyang stared at her quietly, leaned forward slightly, and asked, "Is there no possibility of cultivation in your body at all?" ”

"Theoretically, that's so." Zhu Luan's eyes are no longer shaking, bright and transparent.

"People with firm willpower and pure hearts are often able to obtain extremely strong internal strength through perceptual cultivation, and I also have the cultivation experience of the previous life, so I also had expectations for myself, thinking that even if I start again in this life, I can cultivate faster than the previous life."

She paused and continued, "It's a pity that this body doesn't know anything, it seems that God has no love for me in this life, and experience doesn't seem to be useful. ”

Zhu Luan explained straightforwardly, as if he was not talking about his own business.

"But don't you still have the soul of Suzaku in your body?" Princess Jinyang clenched her fists.

"Hmm. Yes, although only half of it is left. Zhu Luan smiled and touched her head, "So there is no need to despair, although there is no sign of the spirit awakening now, maybe something will happen later." ”

"Yes." Although Princess Jinyang had heard of the special physique of the imperial sister, she did not know much about it, and although she was skeptical, she was still relieved.

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to become a national warrior in order to meet Uncle Gu Shi?" Princess Jinyang looked at Zhu Luan speechlessly, "Put aside the Wen Exam first, as long as you haven't completely lost your memory, as long as you can participate in the county exam, it's not a big problem," the disappointment on her face was overflowing, and her eyebrows were slightly tired, "But you can't even gather energy, how can you pass the martial arts test of the county exam?" ”

"This is indeed a problem," Zhu Luan lowered his head and pondered, "The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and there is no point in giving up until the last moment." ”

"Anyway, let's start preparing for the exam," Zhu Luan said as he jumped out of bed, put on his coat, and tied his skirt.

"Is it true that you said before that there are not only scriptures and books there, but also all kinds of other books?"

After getting dressed, Zhu Luan asked Princess Jinyang.

"It's true, but are you still going?" Princess Jinyang frowned, "I forgot to tell you before, I can ask the monk to deliver any books you want." ”

"There's no way," Zhu Luan got up and walked out, "I haven't been able to enter the Ziyang Academy before, and Wen Yao hasn't sent the Shiwen booklet for the time being, so I can only go to the Scripture Pavilion here." ”

"Then I'll let the monk send it?" Princess Jinyang asked behind her.

"It's a lot of money, so you have to see it yourself." Zhu Luan waved his hand back and strode out of the meditation room.

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On the steep cliffs, the mountain wind shuttles between the caves, leaving a whimpering wind.

Sunlight poured in through the hole, leaving a golden yellow on the scrolls laid out on the ground.

"Isn't it interesting to use sunlight as a bookmark?" There seemed to be a sound in his ears about what the old man once said, and Song Huaizhu, who was reading, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then put down the book in his hand.

Coming back from the world of books and scriptures, his heart moved slightly, and then he noticed a slight movement coming from the cave next door.

Someone is in the scripture pavilion in the cave next door.

Today, Lingyan Temple did things, and Xuezhai also went to participate, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion next door should have no talent.

Song Huaizhu frowned, he wanted to stay here and stay motionless, but remembering the previous instructions of the abbot of Lingyan Temple, he still stood up a little reluctantly, walked to the entrance of the cave, grabbed the iron cable lying on the cliff, jumped lightly, and came to the cave where the Scripture Pavilion was located.

Old books fill the wide cave, and the tall bookshelves lead from the bottom of the cave to the top of the cave, one after the other, as if there is no end in sight, and this place is like a sea of books.

A slight astringency and musty smell of paper filled the cavern.

Song Huaizhu walked slowly forward through the tall bookshelves, following the direction of the aura that attracted his attention.

Book after book brushed his eyes, and he walked step by step to the depths of the sea of books.

Then he saw a man in the pile of old papers.

A girl was lying on top of a pile of books, staring boredly at a bookshelf not far away.

The white and transparent skin, the delicate and delicate facial features, and the lazy posture of lying on her face make her even more moving.

Under the dim light of the Scripture Pavilion, the surrounding atmosphere seems to be out of the world, and this young woman who appears here abruptly is like a scene often seen in strange books.

Although there are some playful elements in it, there is indeed an unrealistic beauty when you look at it this way.

"Who are you?" Song Huaizhu stood in place and spoke lightly.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.