Volume II, Chapter 26: The Old Woman in the Pavilion of the Scriptures

"Hmm, moved?"

Qin Bufan whispered in surprise, feeling the breath of life carried in the slightly trembling blackbird egg in his hand, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and a hearty smile appeared on his face.

"Click,"

A light cracking sound sounded and fell into the ears, giving people the feeling of breaking through the shackles and fighting unyieldingly.

"Click!"

The black eggshell shook violently, completely split in half, and a black bird the size of a child's fist broke out of the shell, it fell into Qin Bufan's palm, fluttering, inciting the immature wings to rise slightly, and finally stood trembling in Qin Bufan's hand.

With its bright black eyes, it looked at Qin Bufan curiously, like a crystal carved bird's beak and gently pecked at Qin Bufan's palm, which was very intimate.

"You little guy!" Qin Bufan said with a smile, twisting the little black bird and placing it on his shoulder, the little black bird was not timid, the two little claws grabbed the clothes on Qin Bufan's shoulders and stood steadily.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this little guy from now on!"

In the courtyard, Qin Bufan set up a small tomb, and it was the two black crows who were buried, standing next to the tomb, looking at the little black birds flying in the air, and said to the two black crows in the tomb.

"Dumb!!"

The little black bird suddenly landed on the tomb, pecked the ground with its crystal-like beak, didn't open a little dirt for a long time, and finally looked up at Qin Bufan and screamed "dumbly", but the voice was full of sadness.

The black crow, good at chirping, sad sound, unpleasant!

The young bird chirped, the mother bird slumbered, and in an instant, Qin Bufan's heart moved, and a little mist rose in his eyes.

"Mother, the child misses you!"

Qin Bufan grabbed his heart, his face was sad, his eyes were missing, he knelt on the ground, and he didn't know what to do!

"Da Da!!"

I don't know when, the little black bird landed on Qin Bufan's head, stretched out its beak and clicked on the top of Qin Bufan's head, as if it appreciated sadness and seemed to comfort him.

"Well, little guy, I know!" Qin Bufan stood up and said to the little black bird on his head, the mist in his eyes dispersed, and his face smiled slightly.

Don't stay, stride away, and walk more firmly!

Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the place where the Lingxi Sect's exercises and spells converge, is located on the peak on the side of the main vein Ling Jue Mountain, this peak is a lonely peak, surrounded by stone walls, birds and beasts can not fly, and to enter this peak, you need to go to the main vein teleportation hall first, and enter through the teleportation platform.

"Brother Qin!"

As soon as he arrived in front of the teleportation hall, Qin Bufan heard someone calling his name, turned his head to look back, but saw Ji Luo striding over, his face surprised.

"It turned out to be Brother Ji!" Qin Bufan whispered, smiled lightly, took a few steps to greet him, and then said, "I was in a hurry yesterday, but I forgot to congratulate Brother Ji!"

At the end of yesterday's wild fight, everyone decided the ranking according to the harvest, and Qin Bufan topped the list with 415 waist cards.

"Below them are Disha, one hundred and twenty-three, and they are in the second place.

The sword of the foreground, one hundred and seven, in three,

Ji Luo, eighty-two!

Lin Qianqian, seventy-one

Hong Wei, fifty-four

、、、

Gong Rui, twenty pieces are at the bottom!"

Among them, the most surprising to Qin Bufan was Di Sha, if he was a fierce tiger in the mountains and forests before, then at this moment he was a cold, insidious poisonous snake, and his gaze that chose people to devour people was especially disgusting to Qin Bufan.

"Except for a few more elders' lectures, there is nothing unusual!" Ji Luo's face was full of relatives, and his words sighed, as if the inner disciples were nothing more than that.

This scene fell in the eyes of the people around him, and I don't know how many people hated it and scolded him in their hearts for not knowing what to do.

The outer disciples can barely be divided into the door wall, and every month there is an ordinary immortal jade given by the sect to supplement cultivation, and there is a chance for the elders of the sect to solve their doubts.

Immortal jade, a mineral vein condensed by the great power of heaven and earth, can enable monks to directly absorb the great power in it, turn it into their own immortal power, save the refining process, and speed up the cultivation speed.

Once a month, the elders of the sect arrange for the elders to answer the cultivation problems for the outer disciples. This kind of opportunity is only available to the big sects, and it is a rare opportunity to find in other places.

In comparison, the treatment of the inner disciples is more than a step better, the supply of ten ordinary immortal jade per month, and the opportunity for the elders of the sect to solve their doubts three times, grasp it well, and the cultivation is enough to lead the outer disciples of the same period by a few grades, and envy a group of outer disciples.

Feeling the hateful eyes of the people around him, Ji Luo also felt something, knowing that there was a mistake in his words, which caused the anger of the crowd, and hurriedly covered his mouth and said nothing.

"Brother Ji, are you going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?" Qin Bufan knew that he was in an embarrassing situation, so he hurriedly diverted the topic and relieved him.

"Ah! Scripture Pavilion, let's go to Scripture Pavilion!" Ji Luo's mind was also active, and he immediately borrowed a donkey to go downhill, and he and Qin Bufan hurriedly entered the teleportation hall together.

Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, standing on the main vein of the Lingxi Sect on the clumsy peak, is a three-storey high pavilion, containing 3,000 Taoist Tibet, is one of the most sacred places of the Lingxi Sect.

Humble peak, attributed to the main vein of the spirit rhino, but different from others, the spring grass on the peak cliff does not grow all the year round, regarded as clumsy, so it is named clumsy peak.

On the clumsy peak, there are 3,000 scriptures, and it is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so the Lingxi ancestors have been working for several generations, and the great array is engraved, and the name is the Big Dipper Star Array.

Legend has it that the Big Dipper Star Array was passed on to ancient times, and it was the Lingxi Sect Patriarch who occasionally got to create, and got a glimpse of a corner of the ancient Zhou Tian Star Array, and worked hard all his life, Fang always, realized this Big Dipper Star Array, reflected the stars of the Big Dipper in the sky, and operated the big array with the power of the stars in the sky.

Therefore, the communication is carried out in a magic circle.

At this time, in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, on the round platform made of cyan jade, I saw a flash of blue light, and two figures fell, and the faces of the two of them were Qin Bufan and Ji Luo.

"This is the Scripture Pavilion, it really deserves to be the Lingxi Sect!" Qin Bufan looked at the quaint and atmospheric Scripture Pavilion and sighed to himself.

"Brother Qin, just by getting a glimpse of my appearance, I can't help but yearn for it!" Ji Luo spoke at the right time, sighing in words, looking at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with a burning gaze in his eyes, and the excitement on his face was beyond concealment.

"Yes, the top of the peak and cliff, standing majestically, carrying through the ages, living forever, it is the glory of a sect for thousands of years!" Qin Bufan did not hesitate to praise him, stepped down the cyan stone platform, came to the attic door, stretched out his arm, and pressed the door panel.

"Squeak!"

The door opened, with an ancient rhyme, the sunlight passed through the door, dispelling the gloom accumulated in the attic, and the rows of wooden shelves full of scriptures fell into his eyes, Rao is Qin Bufan couldn't help but tremble his eyelids, even if he practiced the legendary ancient scriptures, he couldn't suppress the shock in his heart.