Early in the morning, Maoshan put the first ray of sunlight, the overnight precipitation of the manghuang breath calmed all the visions of last night, the avenue Maoshan bathed in the sunshine a peaceful atmosphere, the thousands of bluestone slabs in front of the main hall of Maoshan no longer exist, thousands of bluestone slabs glowing with a faint green light such as jade in the water into the eyes of the green.

Refreshed, Jiang Pingchuan stood up, took a step into the air, jumped off the bluestone slab, and fell to the ground without startling a single insect, bird, dust and soil, and a thousand jade-like bluestone slabs behind him, the light was restrained, and once again turned into water-stained bluestone slabs with the slightest cracks.

The purple pupils in Jiang Pingchuan's eyes faded and disappeared, Jiang Pingchuan looked up at the wild cat lying not far away, the difference was that yesterday the cat was still skinny and dying, and today it looks like a hairball with a fat look but is very arrogant.

Jiang Pingchuan shook the morning dew on his body and smiled and walked towards the fat cat lying on the ground, wanting to pick up the fat cat, but Jiang Pingchuan found that the hairball lying on the ground couldn't move it at all, Jiang Pingchuan looked at the lazy fat cat's face was slightly red, and looked at the fat cat who ignored him with some embarrassment, and the little guy whistled and walked away.

"Let's go to dinner," Jiang Pingchuan whistled and walked to his residence with small steps, the fat cat behind him glanced back at Jiang Pingchuan's back, his eyes were serious, his eyes were spinning, he stretched out his fat paws, patted the ground, and followed Jiang Pingchuan with lazy steps with a helpless face.

Jiang Pingchuan felt the change in the breath behind him, his face was full of smug smiles, and he hummed a minor tune all the way back to his residence, one person, one cat, one front and one back, and his posture and demeanor were somewhat similar.

"Brother, brother" Jiang Pingchuan just entered the house and began to call his brother Jiang Yulong, he wanted to tell Jiang Yulong what happened last night, but he didn't see his brother, Jiang Pingchuan was a little strange, if Jiang Yulong usually got up and found that he was not in the house, he would definitely stay in the house and wait for him.

But it was just sunrise and the rooster crowed in the morning, but Jiang Yulong could not be seen, Jiang Pingchuan was a little blocked in his heart, and the fat cat behind him was also stunned, he just came to contact Jiang Yulong yesterday, in his opinion, these two brothers are probably the best brothers in the world, how could the brothers let their younger brother be alone.

Jiang Pingchuan glanced around and found that the ancient sword left by his parents had also disappeared, Jiang Pingchuan turned around and ran out of the door with a tight heart, and was bounced back with a bang just after going out, Jiang Pingchuan rubbed his forehead and looked at the old man standing in front of him.

"Grandpa, brother, he's gone" Jiang Pingchuan looked a little anxious, there has always been a trace of induction between him and Jiang Yulong, but now he can't catch any breath about Jiang Yulong except for panic, seeing his grandfather Jiang Xingtian standing at the door, Jiang Pingchuan is like grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Pingchuan, your brother, he's gone" Jiang Xingtian reached out and touched Jiang Pingchuan's bun and said with a smile, but there was something wrong in his heart.

"Where did my brother go, why didn't you tell me" Jiang Pingchuan said with his eyelids drooping and a little displeased, he felt that it was impossible for his brother to say goodbye.

"Yulong went to the Maoshan Forbidden Land for retreat, he didn't want you to worry, so he didn't tell you" Jiang Xingtian sat on the threshold and hugged Jiang Pingchuan, his two grandsons followed him but did not receive the slightest breeze, and his son and daughter-in-law have disappeared since Jiang Pingchuan was born, and have not been heard from since.

"Grandpa, is that forbidden place dangerous?" Jiang Pingchuan leaned into Jiang Xingtian's arms and asked softly.

He remembered that not long ago, Yan Qingxia, the pavilion master of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, walked out of the forbidden place in the back mountain with injuries, Yan Qingxia's embarrassed appearance Jiang Pingchuan now recalled that he seemed to see Jiang Yulong walking out of the back mountain covered in blood and walking in front of him, Jiang Pingchuan thought of this, and his eyes were a little hazy.

"Although the back mountain is a forbidden place, it is also a place of chance, Yulong insists on going, and everything can only depend on his creation when he enters the back mountain."

Jiang Xingtian's tone was very reluctant, after all, he had gone in to look for opportunities, in which opportunities and crises coexisted, and it was difficult to reach his current strength in the forbidden land, and he really didn't dare to think about how his eldest grandson, who was about to turn eight years old, could swim in the forbidden land.

The head of the sect, Hongwu, told him that every cultivator has his own opportunities, and whether he can grasp it depends on his personal creation, and his two grandsons have their own choices, and how far they can go can only rely on themselves.

"Grandpa, did my brother say when he will come back?" Jiang Pingchuan had already expected that the forbidden land behind the mountains was very sinister, but Jiang Yulong's temper he also knew that since his brother insisted on going, he naturally had the ability to protect himself. "Your brother said that in three years, when he can't get out of the forbidden land in the elite competition, there will be no possibility of getting out of the forbidden land again," Jiang Xingtian glanced at the sun that had risen to the top of the mountain, with a trace of turbid light in his eyes.

"Oh" Jiang Pingchuan walked out of Jiang Xingtian's arms and stood on the stone steps looking into the distance, he blamed himself, he felt that Jiang Yulong's departure was all because of himself, because he was not angry, and it was he who affected his brother.

"Grandpa, I want to go to the Scripture Pavilion" Jiang Pingchuan turned around and looked at Jiang Xingtian and said with a serious face, the fat cat lying on the ground heard Jiang Pingchuan's words with a look of disdain, and it didn't believe it if Jiang Pingchuan prodigal son turned around and killed it.

Jiang Xingtian nodded, although he didn't know what his little grandson was going to do, but since he asked to go to the Scripture Pavilion, it must be for the scriptures, and now that Maoshan is in decline, the Scripture Pavilion has been in decline for a long time, and no one can always be qualified to enter.

Because only the strength of the second realm of Qi cultivation can have the qualification to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but Jiang Xingtian is the law enforcement elder naturally has a way to let Jiang Pingchuan enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Jiang Pingchuan saw that his grandfather had already walked away, the purple pupils in his eyes flashed slightly, and he walked to the side of the fat cat and easily picked up the fat cat and quickly followed Jiang Xingtian, the fat cat lay in Jiang Pingchuan's arms and was stunned for a while, how could he be picked up so easily by Jiang Pingchuan.

Jiang Pingchuan followed Jiang Xingtian to the ancient road in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the scenery on both sides of the ancient road is very strange, the vegetation here is all showing anger, there is no vitality compared with the verdant and rich mountains and forests elsewhere, it is like being burned by fire.

The posture of the withered grass is uneven, and there are one or two yellow leaves lingering on the bare branches with the wind, just like the old man who has reached the end of his life, wheezing and wheezing, Jiang Pingchuan walked on the ancient road, and he could no longer see the bluestone slabs on the ancient road, and the entire ancient road was covered by fallen leaves and emitted bursts of rancid stench.

Follow Jiang Xingtian all the way to the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion Jiang Pingchuan did not see anything alive along the way, he never thought that the place where the most important Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Maoshan Road was located was actually such a place to die of anger, the fat cat in his arms broke free from Jiang Pingchuan's arms and jumped to the ground, although he stood at the feet of Jiang Pingchuan, looked up at the stone gate in front of him that was dozens of zhang high, and there was a pair of gilded characters hanging on the lintel.

The three characters of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are inlaid on a black wooden board, but they are polished by people, and the gilded font exudes a breathtaking atmosphere, which is diametrically opposed to the breath of death on the ancient road, Jiang Pingchuan doesn't understand why he can feel two breaths that he doesn't understand here.

"Boom"

The stone door opened by itself with a bang, and the moment the stone door opened, the ground was full of smoke and dust, and Rao had a feeling of fairy mist, but Jiang Pingchuan and the fat cat both sneezed and coughed into the courtyard, and a gust of wind blew through the courtyard, and the fat cat screamed, and his whole body exploded and jumped into Jiang Pingchuan's arms.

Jiang Pingchuan's body trembled slightly, and then Jiang Xingtian held Jiang Pingchuan's little hand, and a warm current poured into his body, that is, the fat cat in his arms yawned comfortably and stretched out his paws to pat his beast mouth.

"What is the so-called matter of Elder Jiang's visit this time?" There was an empty sound in the quiet courtyard, Jiang Pingchuan knew that this was the voice of Yan Qingxia, the owner of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Yan Qingxia had been guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion since he was a child, and now he was nearly ninety years old, lying on a rattan chair all day long and no longer studying the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Later, Jiang Pingchuan once asked Yan Qingxia why he no longer read the book to seek a way to further the realm, and at that time, Yan Qingxia was very proud to tell Jiang Pingchuan that he could remember every word and sentence in the entire Scripture Pavilion.

"Lord Yan Pavilion, the little grandson Pingchuan wants to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to observe the scriptures and enlighten the Tao, I don't know if the Lord of the Yan Pavilion can make it convenient" Jiang Xingtian bowed to the empty courtyard in front of him.

Jiang Pingchuan and the fat cat stared at the incredible scene in front of them with wide eyes, the originally empty courtyard with a violent shaking appeared in front of them with a simple and solemn atmosphere, the dark red appearance could not hide the strong atmosphere of this hall.

Jiang Pingchuan sighed in his heart, this is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Maoshan Road, which has existed for more than 3,000 years but contains thousands of laws in the world, and the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the heritage of Maoshan Road.

"What's so convenient and feasible about this, as long as Pingchuan reaches the second realm of Qi training, he can get the approval of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and directly enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, if Pingchuan's strength realm is not enough, the old man can't do anything" Yan Qingxia, who was dressed in a golden robe at the entrance of the main hall, the old man's face was full of love and peace, and what he said was true, but Jiang Xingtian didn't know if it was really the only way to let Jiang Pingchuan enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"This ......" Jiang Pingchuan has not broken through the shackles of his physique and entered the first realm of qi training, how can he have the strength of the second realm of qi training, Jiang Xingtian lowered his head and looked at Jiang Pingchuan a little helplessly, but Jiang Pingchuan patted his grandfather's hand and smiled slightly, holding the fat cat and walking towards Yan Qingxia.

"Dare to ask the pavilion master, how can you get the approval of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion," Jiang Pingchuan bowed in front of Yan Qingxia now, and said with a calm face.

"Hehe, you want to try?" Yan Qingxia looked at the little guy in front of him with a smile, Jiang Pingchuan is notoriously naughty, and today he actually wants to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Yan Qingxia looked at Jiang Pingchuan who was full of eagerness and eagerness in his eyes, and it was really hard to refuse, although he knew that Jiang Pingchuan would definitely not be able to pass, but he still wanted the little guy to give it a try.

"Pingchuan wants to try" Yan Qingxia looked at Jiang Pingchuan's resolute expression and heard Jiang Pingchuan's words again.

He noticed that the little guy said that he wanted to try instead of wanting to try, and this tone more or less made Yan Qingxia mistakenly think that Jiang Pingchuan could really be recognized by the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and Yan Qingxia pointed to a square platform in the courtyard.

On the stage, the nine dragons surrounded the side of the Sanskrit platform, and the nine dragons danced together on the table Jiang Pingchuan walked directly to the square platform, but the square platform did not have the slightest vision, Yan Qingxia shook his head helplessly when he saw this.

"This platform is the Nine Dragons Cultivation God Platform, which can recognize the Supreme and distinguish the Qi Practice, as long as the cultivator stands behind the platform, the Dragon Pillar will be manifested, and the person who can manifest the Nine Dragon Pillars is the Supreme Realm, and the rest are used to distinguish the level of the cultivator according to whether the manifested Dragon Pillar is complete or whether the image is clear, and the second realm of Qi Cultivation should be able to manifest a faint half of the Dragon Pillar, and now Pingchuan is standing on the platform without the slightest vision, it can be seen that Pingchuan has not been recognized by the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" Yan Qingxia said slowly, although he had known the result for a long time, But now I feel a little regretful when I see that Jiang Pingchuan failed to pass the recognition, after all, the cultivation qualifications of the two brothers Jiang Yulong and Jiang Pingchuan are naturally different from ordinary people.

"Farewell" Jiang Pingchuan heard Yan Qingxia's words, looked at the shadow of the dragon pillar behind him, and sighed, it seemed that he still overestimated himself, Jiang Pingchuan walked down the stage, bowed to Yan Qingxia, and turned to leave.

"Boom ......"

"Wait"