The Qing family's house has always been simple.

Dozens of buildings, mostly built with logs and planks, only the study room is the most special, all made of bluestone masonry.

Each piece of bluestone is three feet long and one foot thick, and between the stones, it is tightly seamed, and the hair cannot be inserted.

Qingyang didn't care to look at it, he pushed open the heavy door, and the room was tidy.

Rows of exquisite bookshelves, filled with quaint scrolls, show that the Qing family is not shallow.

In front of the study window, there is a large desk, I don't know what kind of wood is made, it is particularly heavy, dark red wood, and the texture is delicate and luxurious.

There is no mildew smell in the room, and there is a faint fragrance that Qingyang can smell on the bookshelf, most of them are rolls of precious purple bamboo slips, and there are only a few leather scrolls.

With the remnants of his memory, he walked straight to the study, the innermost bookshelf.

On the shelves full of purple bamboo slips, animal skin scrolls, and dark purple books, Qingyang rummaged for a long time.

"Found it. ”

Qingyang stood up excitedly, holding two animal skin scrolls in his hands.

Although the study was often cleaned, the two unattended leather scrolls were still covered with dust stains.

It can only be vaguely recognized that the skin scroll and the animal skin that carries the Ziwei Star Palace Formation are almost the same color and texture.

At this time, the entire Great Shen Dynasty generally used purple bamboo slips as books, and animal skin scrolls were already valuable, and the exercises recorded in different animal skins were definitely more precious.

The dust stains on the scrolls were carefully cleaned up, and Qingyang slowly opened the two animal skin scrolls and spread them on the bookcase.

The two animal skin scrolls are filled with dense text.

These words, with their peculiar shapes, are completely different from the words used by all the princes of the Great Shen Dynasty system, but in Qingyang's memory, he completely knows these words.

What is surprising is that there are drawings in the two volumes of animal skin exercises.

Respectively, two practitioners are depicted, one with a cow's head and the other with a tiger's head.

It can't be said that the head of a completely bull or a tiger, strictly speaking, the head of a bull in the human body is just two more huge horns, and there is not much difference between the appearance and the people of Xingguo.

Those with a tiger head on the human body only have a faint tiger stripe on their face, and the difference in other aspects is not too big.

However, on the two of them, there was a strong alien atmosphere, rushing to their faces, with a strong and unyielding sense of bravery.

"Hehe, the Xuanqiu Forging Body Fist and the Tiger Hill Quenching Bone Palm! It is said that these two deep northern wilderness are extremely powerful alien races.

My mother once said that these two exercises are very clever, and even if the strong people of the two races are enlightened, they mostly use these two exercises to practice.

However, these two races, there are slight differences between the meridians and the human race, and even the mother has no good way, so that the pearl is covered with dust, and today is just an experiment!"

Taichu Dao Sutra quickly gave a hint: "I found two primary body forging exercises, the optimization must be 10,000 contribution points, and the simplification must be 5,000 contribution points, please choose!"

Qingyang was slightly stunned: "There are still two choices?"

The Taichu Dao Sutra explains: "Simplifying the exercises is to modify the exercises that can be used by the user without affecting the original power of the exercises."

Optimize the exercises, on the basis of the original exercises, further strengthen the efficacy, more suitable for users. ”

"Oh, why should I optimize two exercises at once!"

To be able to optimize the more powerful and excellent exercises, Qingyang will naturally not choose to simplify the exercises, since the contribution value is not enough, then optimize one first.

The first to optimize the exercises, he chose the Xuanqiu Forging Body Fist.

This exercise, which mainly refines the skin and muscles, is suitable for the practice of the Qing clan's private soldiers, as well as many Qing clan leaders and teenagers.

In the evening, Qing Yang carefully looked at the exercises in his hand, the content and pictures changed greatly, and it obviously became more suitable for the cultivation of Qing's private soldiers.

Unexpectedly, the Taichu Dao Sutra was so mysterious, his heart moved, and he suddenly asked, "Who is the White Stone Sage?"

The Primordial Taoist Sutra: "······"

Seeing this, Qingyang smiled slightly, didn't ask any more questions, and then his eyes fell on the room, another bookshelf.

That's all the books about formations that my mother has kept.

According to the Star Dou Formation, he could easily arrange some killing formations.

But in order to arrange the formation he wants, there is still a lot of knowledge to learn.

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North Forest City, on the city wall.

A sergeant, with wide eyes, pointed to the southwest and shouted a warning.

"It's a ferocious bird, hurry up and be on guard!"

Soon, a large group of soldiers rushed to the city, their whole body was armored, they were holding sharp crossbows, and even the huge stone throwing machine was loaded with 300 catties of stone bullets, and the battle atmosphere immediately became rich.

"Partition~"

"Partition~"

In the blink of an eye, a huge white crane appeared in the sight of the city guards.

This white crane is extremely handsome, with a wingspan of five feet, and the most surprising thing is that there is a figure on its back.

A branch of crossbows, lightning shot out, and the soft feathers on the white crane's abdomen blocked all the crossbow arrows.

The soldiers of the city guard, furious in their hearts, began to aim their crossbows at the white crane.

"Stop!"

The timely appearance of the city captain Wei Changqing stopped the soldiers' attacks.

The huge white crane, without hesitation, instantly swept over the city, flew into Beilin City, and circled over the City Lord's Mansion.

Wei Changqing stared at the white crane, as well as the figure on the crane's back, and suddenly laughed softly: "It seems that this time, the green boy is cheaper again!"

The white crane with a wingspan of five feet suddenly appeared in the sky above the City Lord's Mansion, making the most authoritative core of Beilin City panic and chaos.

Just when Cheng's private army and servants were panicking, Dr. Cheng appeared in the courtyard with his clothes and crown.

Cheng Yu's face was full of surprise, looking at the white crane that slowly landed.

A figure, falling from the back of the white crane, turned out to be a middle-aged scribe.

Doctor Cheng said respectfully and excitedly: "It's Mr. Crane who came in person!

Middle-aged scribe, thirty-six or seven, with a majestic appearance.

High forehead and straight nose, longitudinal eyes and eyebrows, full ears, fair complexion, one-foot beard, sideburns into a bun.

Wearing long boots, a green robe, and a crane, he has a graceful demeanor.

is like a Confucian who is full of wealth, and he is like a high-ranking and powerful person, with a cold temperament, which makes people dare not look directly.

"Well, that's what I'm here for!"

The middle-aged scribe nodded slightly, not paying too much attention.

Cheng Yu didn't dare to slack off at all, not to mention the strength and identity of the middle-aged scribe, just the white crane behind him, as a fifth-grade high-level fierce bird, made him awe-inspiring enough.

"Partition~"

"Partition~"

The huge white crane ran happily in the atrium, ran around, and then pestered the scribe and danced.

The scribe stretched out his white jade hand, stroked the white crane's wings, and said softly: "Go play by yourself, just within a hundred miles around, don't get into trouble." ”

The white crane chirped twice in disappointment, jumped up, waved its wings, and soon disappeared into the sky, causing the people in the city to exclaim.

Doctor Cheng still said respectfully: "Mr. He, please also have tea in the hall!"

The middle-aged scribe didn't feel polite at all, nodded and walked in front, sitting on the main seat, while Cheng Yu sat south and north as if he was an attendant.

Mr. Crane was sitting precariously, with a chic demeanor, looking around the hall, and said with a slight smile: "Doctor Cheng is so simple, it's really admirable!"

"Where, where! We are waiting for the knighthood and guarding the land and herdsmen, it is our duty, and Mr. He, as the master of the world, is the pillar of the country!" Cheng Yu smiled.

The middle-aged scribe seems to have a very good impression of Chengtong.

He laughed and said: "Doctor Cheng is too modest, you have made outstanding contributions this time, the king is very happy, and even the master has praised you repeatedly, which can be described as a model vassal!"

"It's the responsibility of the vassals to share the worries of the king, but I didn't expect that even the old man Chiba also cares about me and other juniors, it's really gratifying!"

Cheng Yu immediately made a face full of joy, compared to the appreciation of the monarch Xing Hou, his appreciation of the old man of Chiba was even more pleasantly surprised.