The chief of the book chief is a yellow-bearded old man named Lu Hua. Lu Hua was gifted when he was young, and he had gathered spirits in his forties. When the spirit was gathered, Elder Taishang personally conferred the seal on him to take charge of Lingyun Pavilion, which was very beautiful. But somehow, since Lu Hua gathered his spirits, it was difficult for him to improve his cultivation. After another thirty cold and summer, his cultivation had only reached the peak of the early stage of gathering spirits. Although once a person cultivates to the Gathering Spirit Realm, he can have a lifespan of more than 150 years, but for Lu Hua, who has been cultivating for more than 30 years and has not made any progress, he is already a little tired. Today, Lu Hua is nearly eighty years old, and he has already resigned as an elder of Lingyun Pavilion and invited himself to be the director of the bookstore. Now he has devoted most of his energy to the study of the ancient books in the bookstore, and he does not practice much.

On this day, Lu Hua was studying at his desk, when suddenly a boy knocked on the door and came in to worship: "Master, today Lingyun Pavilion sent a new disciple, named Zhang Ping, and the disciple brought him to meet you." ”

After Lu Hua finished reading a line of words in the book, he looked up at Zhang Ping behind the boy and said, "Is there a token?"

Zhang Ping bowed, took out the token given by Cheng Dao, and put it in his hand.

When Lu Hua saw the token, he waved his hand and read the book again.

Seeing this, the boy withdrew from the house with Zhang Ping. After going out, the boy said to Zhang Ping: "Senior brother, when you come to this bookstore, you are Shizun's disciple and my junior brother." The master's name is Lu Hua, and he is a senior of the Gathering Spirit, and as long as he follows the master to concentrate on cultivation in the future, he will be able to become enlightened. Also, although your token was given by Uncle Cheng, the master has an indifferent temperament, and any token is the same in his eyes. Therefore, in the future, we should respect teachers, be cautious in our words and deeds, and do not rely on others to do bad things. My name is Gu Pengfei, and I will take you to the cultivation residence now. The two of them went up the hill along the path behind the bookstore, and soon saw a cave. The gate of this cave mansion is huge, and there are many disciples in blue clothes coming and going, as if it is not for one person to live.

"This cave is shared by my four outer disciples, and each disciple can be separated. This northeast side is owned by my Lingyun Pavilion, you can choose by yourself. Gu Pengfei said.

After Zhang Ping thanked Gu Pengfei, he entered the cave to choose a compartment. He found that the central compartment had been occupied, and there were still many caves on the edge. Zhang Ping found a secluded compartment on the edge and went in. The compartment is not big, only one bed and one cabinet. There is a small hole in the center of the compartment that emits a trace of aura, and around the small hole there are two futons. Zhang Ping put down his burden and sat cross-legged on the futon without resting.

This is Zhang Ping's first exercise after breaking through, this exercise he found that absorbing the aura in the small hole can enter the dantian without hindrance, and he can clearly feel the movement of the aura around and in the body, unlike the previous one, it takes a long time to sense the aura. Zhang Pingye felt very strange, according to the book, even if the childish spirit root could absorb the spiritual energy, it would not be smooth due to the blockage of the meridians. Somehow, after breaking through, the aura channel in the body is not only smooth, but also very thick.

Although Zhang Ping was strange, he didn't care so much, and continued to accept the spirit, he actually found that the aura in the small hole could not meet the speed at which he absorbed the aura.

Zhang Ping sat on the futon all night, early the next morning. Zhang Ping stood up from the futon and did not feel sleepy. So he locked the cubicle and went to the bookstore. The homework of the bookstore is not difficult, but it is just to take care of the ancient books in the bookstore and manage the borrowing and returning of the disciples' ancient books. There are seven floors in the bookstore, and each floor corresponds to a different repair. Just like the second layer, disciples below the third layer of Naling will never be able to enter. Although Zhang Ping's cultivation is low, as a disciple of the bookstore, he can watch the ancient book exercises of the first three layers. Recently, Zhang Ping has been doing his homework every day to look for ancient books in the bookstore, hoping to find information about the childish spirit root and the strange wood. Although Zhang Ping has found the description of the childish spirit root, what is described in the book is roughly what Zhang Ping knew before. Regarding that piece of spiritual wood, the book only says that after the Jindan is completed, it can be refined into a magic weapon with Danhuo and warmed in the dantian. There is no previous description of the elixir. Zhang Ping only felt that this wood was not simple, and if he told others, he might be in trouble.

In the middle of today's upright month, Zhang Ping did not continue to look for answers in ancient books after his homework. Instead, he was dragged to the pharmacy by his senior brother Liang Qiushui, who had been in the past two months, and at this time, a long queue had been discharged outside the pharmacy, and Elder Feng and two deacons were distributing pills at the front of the line, and Zhang Ping and Liang Qiushui were also at the back of the line. After lining up for an hour, the two of them finished receiving the pill. After receiving the pill, Zhang Ping clenched his fist to the deacon who was handing out the pill in front of him and said, "Senior brother, there is a disciple named Fang Siyuan in the pharmacy who is a friend of mine, I don't know where he is now?"

Elder Feng Xuan, who had been closing his eyes in the back, opened his eyes when he heard Fang Siyuan's three words and looked at the two of them.

The deacon showed a strange expression and said, "Senior Brother Fang, Senior Brother Fang suffered from a serious illness two years ago, and he didn't survive it, and he has already passed away. ”

Zhang Ping was stunned, but Liang Qiushui patted him and said, "There are still people lining up behind, let's go first." ”

When Zhang Ping was pulled away from the crowd by Liang Qiushui, the deacon glanced at the two of them from a distance, shook his head and continued to distribute the pills.

Zhang Ping felt very sorry, although he and Fang Siyuan only had a one-sided relationship, but Zhang Ping felt that others were not bad, but birth, old age, sickness and death were all providential, although Zhang Ping was lost, he didn't care too much.

After everyone's pills were distributed, everyone went to Lingyun Pavilion again. The sect not only distributes pills in the middle of each month, but also takes turns preaching among the elders of the sect. The elder who preached today was none other than Lingyun Pavilion Elder Han Xuzi. This person has long hair and beard, and is dressed in a cyan robe, sitting quietly on a high platform. The figures gathered more and more, and suddenly there was a commotion behind the crowd. Zhang Ping also took the opportunity to look back and found that it was Gu Chuyao and Yang Lingyun who he had seen six years ago. The two of them were dressed in pink, and the lotus steps moved slowly. In this sect of cultivating immortals, except for the sect that is suitable for women's exercises, such as the Water Spirit Sect, there are very few female disciples in more sects. And like Gu Chuyao and Yang Lingyun, they not only overwhelm their peers in cultivation, but also have a beautiful appearance, and they have a luxurious atmosphere on their bodies. It may be related to the exercises taught by his teacher, Master Bai Hong.

These two people are naturally sought after by many male disciples in the Qingyu Sect, where there are few female disciples, but there are few who can really get into their eyes. The two women were followed by a young man dressed in purple, who was Chen Zhong, a disciple of the Dry Cloud True Seat. Although this Chen Zhong's personality is a bit cynical, he is single-minded. He always followed Gu Chuyao's skirt when he was a child, and it has probably been more than ten years now. However, Gu Chuyao has treated Chen Zhong as a senior brother for more than ten years, and has never had any other intentions. In the past ten years, every once in a while, Chen Zhong would always take out some valuable elixirs or things to give to Gu Chu Yao, and Gu Chu Yao did not refuse.

This gave Chen Zhong a feeling that he would have a chance if he didn't refuse, and Chen Zhong's heart for Gu Chuyao seemed to be like wine, getting stronger and more fragrant.

"Senior Sister Gu, although Elder Han is good, he is a foundation building disciple just like us. Why does he have to come to listen to every lecture he lectures?" asked Chen Zhong suspiciously.

"Elder Han is the first seat of Lingyun Pavilion, he has probably read more ancient books of exercises than our masters, although his talent and cultivation are similar to ours, but his knowledge cannot be equaled. Gu Chu Yao said eloquently.

"Senior brother, if you don't want to listen, go back first. Yang Lingyun said beside him.

"No, no, Senior Sister Gu is right. Our knowledge is indeed inferior to Elder Han, so it's better to listen and listen. Chen Zhong hurriedly said.

Gu and Yang looked at each other and smiled, stopped talking, and found a seat in the front row, and Chen Zhong also sat next to the two.

Han Xuzi saw that everyone in the audience was almost here, so he motioned to the boy beside him. The boy next to him took out a small bell the size of a palm and a bell hammer the size of chopsticks and struck it three times. Although the bell was small, the sound was not small, and the entire Lingyun Pavilion seemed to be quiet in these three bells. Everyone in the audience sat down without saying a word, waiting for Han Xuzi to speak.

Han Xuzi saw that everyone in the audience was quiet, so he opened his mouth to lecture: "What cultivation is, and what cultivation is, no one knows since ancient times. But once you enter this way, most of them are immortal. The exercises are different, but the Tao is natural. The basis of the exercise is to enter the body, but there is a cloud in ancient books that 'the spirit is like medicine and poison. 'When the soul is applied, the whole body is comfortable, as if it is in the clouds, imitates the sea, imitates the five stones in the world, and if it is not cultivated, it will be chaotic, and if it is cultivated, it will be impermanent. It is difficult to cultivate immortals, it is difficult to be in the heart, it is difficult to be in God, and it is difficult to be determined. When the breakthrough is made, there will be heavenly demons descending to disturb people's minds, and if there is no longevity, they will not make any progress, and even go crazy is unknown. Na Ling is to lead the spirit into the body to wash the essence of the essence of the Linghua set in the body, and then gather the spirit of the Linghua liquid, the longevity can be increased to one hundred and fifty years, when the liquid is the pool, you can gather the pool for the real, Jindan Dacheng, can have five hundred years of longevity......!

Han Xuzi was lecturing on the stage, and the disciples in the audience were holding their breath, for fear that they would miss a little bit. Two hours later, the boy rang another bell, as if to wake up the disciples who were still in their dreams. The disciples in the audience stood up one after another and bowed to the stage. Han Xuzi looked at the disciples in the audience, nodded with satisfaction, and left with the disciples.

Zhang Ping listened attentively, and felt sorry for being interrupted by this bell ringing. found that Yang Lingyun was looking at him not far away, walking towards him.

"The junior brother is so good-looking, have you seen it anywhere?" Yang Lingyun said.

"Senior sister is polite, I have seen it, but I had a relationship with it in the pharmacy six years ago. Zhang Ping clenched his fists and said.

"Oh? I see that my junior brother's face is very kind, I am Yang Lingyun, a disciple of Master Bai Hong. If you don't understand anything in your practice, you can come to me. Yang Lingyun said.

"Then thank you, senior sister. Zhang Ping hugged his fists.

Yang Lingyun followed Gu Chuyao and Chen Zhong out of Lingyun Pavilion. When the people around saw the conversation between the two, many disciples looked at them with envy. Among them, there is one person, Zhang Zhen, the leader in the outer door. Zhang Zhen's talent is also not bad, he has the cultivation of the seventh layer of Naling in his early twenties, although it is far from Yang Lingyun's Naling consummation realm, but as long as he goes further, he can become an inner disciple.

Every time he sees Yang Lingyun, he will have a strange mood, the kind of thing that he wants to have but can't get, he wants to pursue but finds that the status of the two is too different, and even the possibility of being an ordinary friend is very small. Every time he can only look at her from afar, her beauty, her dignity, her every move will be engraved in his heart, one by one, carving her into a lotus, which can only be seen from afar, but it is impossible to have it.

Sometimes Zhang Zhen looked at Yang Lingyun from afar, looking at it, he would suddenly close his eyes tightly, clench his teeth and even tremble, he was unwilling and helpless, but what could he do, he had neither courage nor strength. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was low to the dust, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to work hard to cultivate, but the gap between the two cultivators was so big, how could they work hard?

Looking at the back of Yang Lingyun leaving, Zhang Zhen closed his eyes and bit the root as usual. In his mind, he recalled the conversation between Yang Lingyun and Zhang Ping, and after a while, his clenched fist suddenly loosened. Leave as if nothing had happened.