"The sect classic room is in Shenyu Peak, and the junior disciple has become an inner disciple, so you can go in and check it. However, every time you go in, you need to contribute points, if the junior brother is usually idle, remember to earn more sect contributions, and you will naturally be able to use them in the future. Senior Brother Sun Cheng advised. It would be easy to communicate with each other, and Senior Brother Sun Cheng was also willing to encourage this good young man who was not disabled.

Amos consulted Senior Brother Sun Cheng and went straight to Shenyu Peak. Almost the entire Shenyu Peak is a stone, and the top is bare, which is conducive to fire prevention. The book room was built of stone, not big, just a small courtyard, and the outer wall was also a little dilapidated, which made him a little disappointed. I had never set foot here before, and this place was only open to inner disciples.

The doorkeeper was an old man with a white beard, dozing there. At first, Amos fantasized that the other party was a master of the world, or at least a Confucian scholar, but he was soon disappointed. This old man guarding the door is just an ordinary person, he is slow to move, he doesn't know many words, and many books need to be found by Amos himself.

However, Amos didn't dare to be rude because of this, and respectfully handed over his inner disciple Yu Pei, and the old man touched it with his hand, then handed it back, and said: "Two points of contribution will be deducted for one hour in the front room, and four points of contribution will be deducted for one hour in the back cave." The texts of the front room can be copied, but the back cave is forbidden. Let's go inside. "I flipped the hourglass over.

It's so dark!

Amos cursed in his heart, and started the timer before he even entered the door. His own sect contribution is not much, and there is not much left after the cost of living, and this time he still uses the five points rewarded by the head of the sect after becoming a disciple of the inner sect.

Five contribution points can make him two and a half hours in the front room, and only more than an hour in the back hole.

If you transcribe a pharmacopoeia, it will take an hour or two to do so. And if you can't transcribe it, you can only memorize it by rote.

He now understands that Senior Brother Sun Cheng persuaded him to earn more contributions, it turns out that the big head is here, and the life of the master is needed everywhere.

Time was too short for Amos, and he plunged headlong into the front room of the books.

I saw rows of bookshelves, on which the books were neatly arranged. Amos couldn't help but pout, there was a thin layer of ash on the plank, and it seemed that there was not much to visit. The interior is a bit neglected, but the books are laid out at a glance.

There are all kinds of books, poems, allusions, feng shui, and kanyu. These are the only collections collected by the predecessors of the Heavenly Hell Sect over the years, and they are extremely cherished in the world, but they are of little use in the Heavenly Hell Sect, and it is a pity to lose them. These books are very difficult to collect, so it takes a lot of money to come and check them out.

Very few disciples of the Heavenly Hell Sect came here. Those senior brothers who were accepted by their uncle were too late to practice every day, and they had to help take care of various industries on weekdays, and everyone was busy. And the palms, swords, or marksmanship they practiced, the masters gave them better ones, so naturally they didn't use them here to see some big road goods.

That's why Amos came in and saw such a dusty sight in front of him.

Although there are no rare treasures, it is still enough for enlightened medicinal materials. Amos made a beeline for the pharmacopoeia section, which was also the most touched in the Frontrooms. The Heavenly Hell Sect is an external martial arts sect, and it is common for disciples to be disabled, and they will come to the battlefield to rush and kill, and they will see blood almost every day. Therefore, this pharmacopoeia collection for the treatment of injuries and diseases naturally spares no effort. There were enough books in the Frontrooms, and Amos didn't go to the back hole.

Holding up the book on the identification and cultivation of medicinal herbs, Amos recited it carefully. However, the more I studied, the more I regretted it, the elixir I picked in the mountains and forests at the beginning and ate it indiscriminately, some of which were fundamentally wrong with the refining body, and they were expensive. The thought of a lot of copper coins being eaten like this made me feel bitter.

The martial arts of the Heavenly Hell Sect are very ordinary, but the medicinal materials and books collected in the classic room for many years are dazzling, and some even involve the records of the elixir of cultivation, which opened Amos's eyes and secretly guessed that the inheritance of the Heavenly Hell Sect was not simple.

Amos calculated, every time he went in to copy a book for an hour, it was equivalent to the contribution point of two acres of pineapple fruit, and this conversion made Amos's heart tremble. Look at a thick pharmacopoeia, if all of them are copied, it is estimated that you will need a mountain of pineapple fruits.

Before he had memorized the characteristics and habits of many medicinal herbs, the old man guarding the door outside shouted: "Two hours, the four contribution points have been used up." The old man didn't bother to open his eyelids, and directly ordered the eviction of customers.

Knowing the properties of medicinal herbs, Amos, who returned to the medicine field, was itching in his heart. The medicines planted in the fields are usually seen in the big road goods, nothing particularly precious, daily loosening of the soil weeding and insects, according to the habit of timely watering. But in this way, those precious medicinal herbs that had been eaten in the deep mountains aroused Amos's thoughts.

Amos ran to the alchemy room excitedly, wanting to ask how to exchange medicinal materials for contributions, but he didn't explain it for a long time, after all, it still takes experience to communicate with deaf and mute. Amos had no choice but to come out and go to the department's department store to find the familiar river rain and inquire. The eight-sided exquisite river rain is very enthusiastic about Amos, who can become an inner disciple, and this thing was beaten for three days in order to enter the finals, and this tenacity is very admired by everyone.

Under the observation of words and expressions, and with the superficial words, He Yu figured out Amos's problem and went to the alchemy room for consultation. It turns out that the medicinal materials in Xiangyang Valley belong to the sect, and it is the obligation of the inner disciples to plant them well, but the good medicines picked in the deep mountains belong to themselves, and they can be exchanged for pills or the contribution of the master. For example, a piece of wild Poria cocos can be used as a contribution point for an acre of pineapple fruit. Better herbs need to be identified and used according to quality.

Deeply encouraged, Amos's eyes widened, when he first met that damn wild boar in the mountain forest, there was a poria growing in the pine forest next to it, and if they were all picked, it would be comparable to a pineapple fruit planted for a year. Amos, who was obsessed with money, didn't pay attention to some of the hints of the river rain at all, and went to prepare to enter the mountain again.

Amos changed into a set of sturdy linen clothes, put on two sharp daggers, and then carried a wooden box to prepare the charge, plus dry food and salt, and after using the remaining little contribution, Amos, who was fully armed, entered the mountain with great dignity.

As soon as he entered the deep mountains, Amos summoned the jade rat to guard beside him, and stuffed the obstructive things into the tree hole, and his body was lying on his stomach, and the clothed beast that plagued the mountains and forests came again.

A man and a rat move freely in the mountains and forests, making a fuss about chickens and rabbits. In the deep mountains and forests, there are many vicious beasts, but in the face of the Tianyu rat that is full of wind and the Amos, who moves faster than a wolf, many evil beasts have retreated, and some of them are blind, and they often let this man-mouse combination tease the schizophrenia.

Amos's "kamikaze whirlwind" is becoming more and more successful, although the strength is not as good as that of the jade rat, but fortunately, the body is much larger, and a few whirlwinds of emptiness are blowing, and the surrounding weeds are flying, and the image is very windy. When fighting with the beast, these two whirlwinds of reality and fiction make the opponent very confused, and they are teased every time.

After picking Poria cocos in the pine forest, the elated Amos did not stop, and continued to advance deep into the mountains, and the higher the mountain cliffs, the more he went to take a look.

Turning another mountain, Amos came to an unknown mountain recess, and a swarm of "buzzing" wild bees flew by, which made the greedy jade rat excited, and urged Amos to go over to collect honey and eat it.

Amos knew how powerful these wild bee colonies were, and a few more stings would definitely put his life at risk. The void kamikaze whirlwind can't affect the bee colony, and it can't run away if it's targeted. But he couldn't help the pitiful little eyes of the Tianyu Mouse, so he had to go over and take a look.

The more he walked towards the recess, the more cautious Amos became, and the occasional wild bee flew by getting bigger and bigger, and the yellow and black patterns were terrifying to look at. Amos stopped, found a slightly taller tree, climbed up and observed from a distance, there was a huge beehive in the valley, which felt bigger than the houses in the medicine field. Knowing that the big creature could not be provoked by himself, Amos slipped down the tree and withdrew out of the valley.

Until I climbed the mountain next to it, there were occasional wild bees flying from the valley. The hive had apparently become a hegemon near and far, and the large animals in the valley were gone. Amos found a clearing on the top of the mountain to prepare for the night, and today was the night of the full moon, and his mind was a little nervous, longing for the baptism of natural divine power at night.

When the moon rose in the middle of the sky, Amos awoke from his meditation. The natural divine power fireflies around him were still flying, but Amos's tempering limit had reached the limit, and he was mentally exhausted and drowsy. Amos moved his muscles and bones, and just wanted to lie down and sleep, when the corner of his eye flashed, and a wisp of sword light flashed in the distant sky, and someone was flying with Edgeworth!

Once upon a time, this was a very familiar way for Amos, but after being passed to the Tateyama realm, it was the first time he saw the demeanor of a cultivator. Instead of immediately running to the top of the mountain and shouting "SOS", Amos cautiously retreated into the shadows and watched carefully. Even though he knows that this will not work, in the practitioner's powerful divine sense, everything around him is under control.

The speed of that sword light was very fast, and it didn't take long to reach the front of you. It's just that the periphery is surrounded by gangqi, and the figure is blurry and can't be seen clearly. When passing by the mountain peak, the flying sword seemed to slow down, and it felt that there were rare human tracks in the deep mountains, but then it flew away, and it was estimated that the divine sense was just an ordinary medicine picker. Amos observed that the sword light had submerged into the depths of the Heavenly Hell Mountain, and was very surprised by the sword immortal's intention.