The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Wudang Mountain.

It is the place that carries the thousand-year-old heritage of Wudang Mountain.

It is not inferior to the forbidden land of the rivers and lakes of the Tingchao Pavilion, that is, the ordinary people want to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read the dossier.

All of them need to go through layers of approval, and then walk three mountains to reach the last deep mountain.

When Wu Changqing and Zhiheng appeared in front of the quaint and grand Scripture Pavilion.

Wu Changqing didn't see any tiredness, even though he had been holding a light futon in his arms, and at the same time, his vision was almost completely covered along the way.

On the other hand, Zhiheng, who is light and just leading the way, is out of breath at the moment.

Holding on to the tree beside him with his hand, his face was pale and he gasped for breath.

"Original...... Originally...... You are also a practitioner. ”

"Got into the ninth grade? No, it's in the eighth grade. ”

Zhiheng's dissatisfaction with Wu Changqing at the moment has been reduced a lot.

Just because he came all the way, he deliberately moved forward at full speed, wanting to leave Wu Changqing far away.

Let the other party eat deflated at the same time, to show their own Taoism.

But along the way, the other party seemed to be tired at all, and he followed his figure like kraft candy all the way.

Instead, it was at full speed, after climbing over a mountain.

He was already powerless, half-running, half-running.

The other party was anti-guest and began to wait for him in front.

In terms of physical strength and endurance, he had to be convinced.

At the same time, he guessed that the other party was already a martial arts level practitioner, otherwise it would be impossible for him to have such abundant physical strength.

"Sort of."

Wu Changqing did not deny it.

After just saying a word casually, he walked straight into the Wudang Inner Scripture Pavilion that looked even grander than Tingchao Pavilion.

As soon as I entered the cabinet, there was a puff of dust.

The eyes are full of vicissitudes and simplicity.

It's been a long time since anyone has been to this scripture pavilion.

The interior of the pavilion is dimly lit, but the layout can be seen clearly, with rows of tall bookshelves filled with books full of decay.

"Because the conditions for entering the Pavilion are extremely strict."

"Either it is the permission of the sect, or it has made some great achievements for the sect."

"Otherwise, ordinary Taoists can't enter directly, so if you live in this scripture pavilion, you need to clean it yourself."

"And there can't be any take-out or damage to the books."

"Once you are found to have violated these rules, the master will definitely punish you severely."

Zhi Heng followed Wu Changqing into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and spoke to Wu Changqing in a much lighter tone.

But I'm still a little unhappy about the rules here.

Wu Changqing looked at the dusty pavilion, frowned slightly, and then waved it lightly.

The wide plain white sleeves suddenly rolled up a lot of wind flow.

But then the wind swelled suddenly, and a gust of wind rolled up directly in the pavilion.

Bang bang bang.

There are only five floors in the Scripture Pavilion, but each floor is more than one zhang high.

The four portals and hundreds of windows were blown open by this gust of wind, and the dust of the cabinet swept outside with the wind.

Zhiheng, who was standing at the door, didn't have time to be shocked.

I ate a mouthful of dust directly in front of me, and I couldn't open my eyes even when I was blowing.

The Pavilion of the Scriptures that has been swept by madness.

Noticeably cleaner a lot.

Wu Changqing stretched out his hand again, and a talisman emerged from his sleeve and was ignited by him with spiritual power.

The yellow paper suddenly turned into ashes, and then a burst of mist suddenly appeared in the pavilion.

Zhiheng just rubbed his eyes, thinking about the scene just now, and opened his eyes in disbelief.

I felt that my body was covered with a layer of mist, wet.

A casual wipe of clothing.

The mist covering the surface of his clothes directly soaked his robe.

The cold touch couldn't help but shiver at him.

"You...... Who the hell are you?! ”

Zhiheng's face was full of disbelief, although he had not yet practiced these magical methods.

But I also learned a lot from the elders and brothers.

When the wind rises, the Daomen has this kind of special technique, but it requires a Taoist of more than four grades to practice.

As for this burst of water mist, it is like the effect brought by the talisman.

It's also a very good method.

At this moment, in his heart, his dissatisfaction with Wu Changqing suddenly dissipated.

In its place, there is confusion and doubt.

What is the origin of this man?

It was during his doubts.

A talisman appeared in Wu Changqing's hand again.

Seeing this scene, Zhi Heng's eyes suddenly widened, this time he wanted to see Wu Changqing's next move with his own eyes.

to identify what kind of good deeds the other party has.

The moment the talisman was ignited by Wu Changqing, the raging flames directly swallowed the entire Scripture Pavilion.

In the five-story scripture pavilion, all the doors and windows erupted at the same time.

Although it was only a fleeting moment, it was calm again.

Plopped, Zhiheng fell directly out of the Scripture Pavilion and collapsed on the ground outside.

His face was horrified and incredulous.

But such a large-scale flame talisman really scared him a lot.

Personally embodying the feeling of being wrapped in flames, although he was protected by a layer of water mist on the surface of his body, he was not harmed in any way.

But my heart was still hit a lot, leaving a little shadow.

Let's look at today's scripture pavilion.

With the initial wrapping of the water mist, the raging fire that flickered away did not damage any of the items in the Scripture Pavilion.

On the contrary, the blending of water and fire evaporates a large amount of mist, which absorbs all the dust by the way.

The Pavilion of the Scriptures is like a new look.

It's very clean and serious.

In this way, Wu Changqing was satisfied with the futon on the ground.

"Oh yes, junior brother, are you okay?"

"Look at my brain, how did I forget you."

"If it's okay, you can leave."

Wu Changqing seemed to be aware of it and looked at Zhiheng outside the door.

said with a simple face.

"Division...... There are many brothers...... Too much to worry about. ”

"I'm fine."

Zhiheng was looking at Wu Changqing at the moment, and he didn't dare to be so rude and mean anymore.

Wu Changqing's series of methods have far surpassed his knowledge.

Although this is a Taoist gate, it still pays attention to the truth of the big fist after all.

At this moment, he was completely impressed by Wu Changqing's strength.

Willing to call each other senior brother.

Wu Changqing waved his hand impatiently.

Zhiheng didn't dare to be dissatisfied in the slightest, and hurriedly got up and walked in the direction he came.

I didn't dare to stay for a second.

Looking at Zhiheng's embarrassed figure, Wu Changqing raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"There's no longer a long-sighted trail to come to me about something."

The reason why he wants such a "small belly and chicken intestines" to deter the other party is to wait for work.

lest there will be those junior brothers who disobey him in the future to annoy him and disturb his cultivation time.

Wu Changqing, who has done all this.

Suddenly, he fell silent, and his eyes were bright as he looked at the Dao classics that could not be measured by money.

Now he has entered the Tao.

Although there is a Qing Emperor immortal recipe in the Qi refining period for him to cultivate.

But this is far from enough, before entering the Tao and not entering the Tao, the degree of spiritual energy that oneself has to absorb is not the same.

He was going to start building a holy place for himself to cultivate in this Scripture Pavilion.