Mu Qing and Wang Wanqing joined the Tianjiao team of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and they didn't speak to each other, looking for each other.

The palace maids and eunuchs passing by outside were very puzzled, what happened today? The pride of the sky, the pride of the sky, are all immersed in hard study? Could it be that they all want to be holy and help the world with Confucianism and Taoism?

King Dayan's Hidden Scripture Pavilion was not classified in detail, and some princes and nobles were too lazy to put it back in place when they returned it, which caused Mu Qing to find it very troublesome, and he suddenly missed a certain search.

Putting down another one, he muttered, there are very few records of 'golden human blood'.

Now the ones found are all related to demons.,In the record, these demons are called 'demon beasts'.,As for why the name was changed.,There's a lot of twists and turns.,There's no need to dig deeper.。

However, it made Mu Qing discover an interesting thing.

I've always heard the sword spirit call the 'spirit' a star before, mostly because of this sentence that has been handed down.

"The star, the star is the key to the door of cultivation, I don't know when the name of the star is gradually changed and replaced."

There are many more in the back, probably to explain the various possibilities of this realm, and there is also the ultimate perfection that the sword spirit said, let him read it in depth.

But Mu Qing read it word by word, and two words could be seen between the lines: difficult.

As the sword spirit said, the ultimate perfection is to break through the limits of the human body, and it is the reverse of the reverse.

Since ancient times, cultivation has not been allowed by the Heavenly Dao, you still have to challenge the limit, and the Heavenly Dao will not allow you, even if you touch the limit and consummation, the punishment of the Heavenly Dao is unimaginable.

Mu Qing flipped through it after that, and found that it was only recorded in the realm of the Holy Ancestor, which was a real powerhouse, and the mountains and rivers collapsed at every turn, and the sky above his head led to visions. But any such person can be called an ancestral saint and has a strong strength.

There were a few godfathers who came to the banquet this time, but they didn't show up, and most of them had already left. In the end, it is the ancestor of the gods, just give some face, and it is impossible to really flatter.

"It's just about possibility, not about practical operation."

Mu Qing felt that this book was nonsense, there was no way to be a person, and there was no need for those who could do it, so he put it back in place and continued to rummage.

Later, I also saw some useful ancient books, all of which were informational ancient books, and it was impossible to put the treasure magic exercises here, that was the foundation.

The higher you go, the fewer books there are, and the more broken bamboo slips there are.

Some bamboo slips are colorful, but they are old and have faded seriously, and they can be glimpsed from a few words.

Mu Qing carefully discerned and was shocked to find that these were actually real treasure arts.

But soon he figured it out.

King Dayan is fishing, these are things that he can't perfect by himself, and he wants others to do it.

Mu Qing didn't let go of this opportunity, he wanted to be a fish, but he wanted to be a smart fish that couldn't be baited after eating bait.

The first book was artificially marked, with four ancient characters written on the side, and the first bamboo slip was opened, and Mu Qing suddenly realized that this was alchemy.

The front is okay, there are no defects or omissions, but in the middle it is gone.

He tried to perfect it, but found it difficult, and this bowl of rice was not something he could eat.

Mu Qing continued to read the next one, this time it was a soul forging technique, and it was a low-level one, although it showed that it was taken out from an ancient relic, but Mu Qing didn't need it. The current soul power is extremely strong in the same level, and it can be regarded as half a foot out of its own way, and the incomplete technique is useless even if it is borrowed.

Since then, seven or eight volumes have been opened one after another, either incomplete in the middle, or missing at the beginning, all of which are incomplete. Some even need to be touched with strange objects, otherwise they will immediately turn into powder, and when Mu Qing moves, he doesn't dare to gasp.

On the seventh floor, Mu Qing saw a black bamboo slip in the corner, this book is very special, there is no defect after opening it, but it is very heavy, the material is not bamboo, it is some kind of strange stone, and you can feel a trace of refreshing coolness after holding it for a long time.

When it was opened, it was not marked, but the seal said 'Critically Critical'. Mu Qing tore the letter open suspiciously, and what caught his eyes was not words, but pictures, such as children's graffiti, and colors, a total of seven before and after.

"Action?" Mu Qing was puzzled, leaned his back against the bookshelf, observed carefully, and began to pose in the strange posture in the first picture. It was unconscious, not even aware of it, completely immersed in it, in just a few seconds.

Holding a black bamboo slip in your left hand, wrapping your right hand around the back of your neck, touching your left shoulder, sitting down with your right leg under your hips, stretching your left leg forward, and folding your body as close to your left leg as possible. The movements were strange, but the heavenly power in his body was speeding up, and he hadn't reacted yet, he was still immersed, as if he had been in another world.

Suddenly, a stabbing pain hit his back, and Mu Qing gasped and woke up at this moment.

After a quick breath, Mu Qing found himself sitting on the ground in a strange posture, the middle of his spine was still aching, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and as if he had been slashed by a sharp blade, and cold sweat flowed.

Mu Qing touched the back and didn't find anything unusual, but when he looked inside, he found that there was a laceration there, behind the back of the organs, the index finger was long, and it was still bleeding, some of which hurt the lungs, and there were bone cracks.

Mu Qing was terrified, what kind of means is this, which made me unconsciously immersed in it, and I was injured!

The black bamboo slip in his hand was too weird, and he knew very well how strong his physique was. Not to mention that the bullet blade can't hurt, within the same level, even if someone is holding a treasure to kill, it may not be able to cause such an effect.

And now it's just an unconscious rehearsal and it hurts! Unbelievable.

Mu Qing didn't dare to hesitate, he took out the flower dew from the jade and poured it violently, the rich spiritual substance was helping him repair his injured body, the glow was thin, and the misty qi flowed between his noses, and the speed was very fast, and he repaired it in the blink of an eye.

This time he didn't dare to try it, but he felt that the black bamboo slip was strange, so he decided to take it away, got up with it in his hand and continued to move forward.

In the future, there are not many things that make Mu Qing's eyes shine, but there are some vacancies, and most of them have been perfected.

He was very curious, where were these people, after all, they could repair the treasure arts, and their talents must be extraordinary.

In the end, Mu Qing retreated from the top floor and joined everyone.

For most of the day, there were no clues, and many people spoke again, hoping to tell the reason.

Yun Yili was beside him and did not speak, while Wang Wanqing's face was ugly, and his eyes glanced at him from time to time.

Under the persuasion of everyone, Mu Qing said that he would teach tomorrow, in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which barely stabilized this group of people.

They didn't think much about it, after all, they had seen Mu Qing perform it, even if they weren't proficient, at least they knew more than them.

After that, someone came to report that the elders of the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter had been invited, and everyone left one after another.

Yun Yi also left, but looked at Mu Qing's expression meaningfully, as if he was smiling but not smiling, as if he had discovered the truth.

Mu Qing was not in a hurry at this time because no one was looking for him, and he planned to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the north to have a look, but he couldn't find other useful things.

With Wang Wanqing as a guarantor, it was easy for Mu Qing to take away the black bamboo slips.

But there is one thing that Mu Qing cares about very much.

When registering, the old man asked Mu Qing several times if he really wanted to borrow, and he was reminding Mu Qing to choose something else.

But Mu Qing wanted to spy on the true meaning of the seven carvings, and he didn't want to change them, so the old man had no choice but to agree.

Before leaving, Mu Qing was asked to pay a deposit of 100,000 yuan.

Mu Qing, who originally wanted to stay, immediately changed his mind, thinking of being shy in his pocket, if he saw something good that needed money to take away, it would be a waste of time, after thinking about it, he chose to leave.