When the bookworms in this world were first born, they were very weak, and they couldn't do anything else except reading, but after a period of time, they would gradually give birth to more intelligence, and the bookworms at this time would really have the ability to think for themselves, but even so, the bookworm's habit of reading would not change, and they would rarely be interested in things in the outside world.

That's why the bookworm was indifferent before.

But now he spoke.

Answered Gu Ming's previous question.

I don't know exactly why he opened his mouth, though.

Putting the bamboo slip on his lap, the bookworm's eyes full of stories looked at Gu Ming, and repeated again: "What do you want to ask?"

The voice was very mellow, and when he heard the voice, Gu Luo was like a spring breeze, and he remembered that a long time ago, his father invited Mr. Teach, and he sat in his own backyard with several brothers, at that time, the sunset shone in the yard, and also shone on the faces of their brothers, and he felt extremely comfortable listening to Mr. start to lecture.

Thinking of this, Gu Meng quickly shook his head, took back those thoughts, and asked straight to the point: "Do you know the sword scripture in this bamboo building, which one is the best?"

In Gu Ming's opinion, since the bookworm has read so many books and has been in the bamboo building for so many years, he should naturally know everything.

Listening to Gu Ming's words, the bookworm didn't rush to speak, he just looked at the Qingtianjian in Gu Ming's hand, and there was more remembrance in his eyes, and then he said: "There are countless ancestors in Zheshan, who is qualified to leave a book of sword scriptures here, who do you think will be much worse than who?"

"If you want to leave the sword scripture in the bamboo building, most of the cultivation realms are in the golden realm, with occasional exceptions, all because that person has come up with a new sword path avenue, so that there can be pen and ink in the world, in other words, no matter whose sword is the way of the sword, whose sword scripture is, as long as you study it thoroughly and practice to the end, even if it is not invincible, it can be said that it is difficult to meet an opponent. The bookworm said a lot in one breath, but he still said everything very clearly, and he was not in a hurry.

Gu Meng nodded thoughtfully, the bookworm's words can be summed up in one sentence, the sword scriptures here are all powerful, in the end, which one is the most powerful, he can't say it clearly, but it probably doesn't have much impact.

Isn't that the same as not saying it?

Gu Miao's head was big for a while, if there was only one sword scripture in front of him, it would be okay, no matter what, he had to practice hard, but there were so many in front of him, of course he was very entangled when he chose.

He didn't know that while he was thinking, the bookworm was watching him.

The bookworm almost never left this bamboo building, but in terms of age, he is much older than Chang Yi Zhenren, and he actually knows more about the situation in Zheshan, even if he doesn't know which one is the best, but he will always know what the situation of the person who wrote the sword scripture is.

If he wanted, he could tell Gu Meng what kind of realm the writer of each sword scripture was in the world cultivators at the beginning, and what kind of understanding he had of the way of swordsmanship, so that Gu Meng could choose, but he didn't do it, he wanted to see how Gu Meng would choose.

"Each book of the Sword Book has the breath of the writer, and if it suits itself, it may be suitable for you. In the end, he gave a constructive suggestion.

It can be regarded as Gu Ming's question in vain.

"Good. Since there is no other way, Gu Meng can only go to perceive the past volume by volume.

Gu Meng stood up, put the Qingtianjian away again, and soon came to the bookshelf, and then reached out to pick up a book of sword scriptures.

He didn't plan to read it, if that were, he didn't know how much time it would take to select a book of practice, but he was just going to feel the breath of the person who wrote it.

A moment later, a sword qi was born from the bamboo slip, and in just an instant, it flew Gu Meng out and fell heavily to the ground.

Gu Meng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The bookworm glanced at this side and thought for a moment before he spoke: "I forgot to tell you that since the writers of these sword scriptures are all famous sword cultivators in the world, when writing the sword scriptures, naturally some people will leave their own wisps of sword qi, and that wisp of sword qi will consider the disciples to determine whether the other party is qualified to study." ”

In other words, when Gu Meng was choosing the Sword Sutra, those Sword Sutras were also selecting him.

Hearing these words, Gu Meng just sighed, and then didn't react, today is the first day he worshiped the mountain gate, and there are enough things that have happened to him, and every one of them is not good, if it were someone else, I am afraid that there would already be some problems.

But Gu Ming, it's just numb.

The persecution of this kind of thing, this time will not be the last, so what is there to be excited about?

Standing up, Gu Meng rubbed his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and walked slowly towards the bookshelf, the bookworm sighed, not surprised by Gu Ming's reaction, but a little surprised how Gu Meng could still stand up.

He clearly remembered that the author of the Sword Sutra just now was the sixth generation of sword cultivators in Zheshan, who was a real Jinque Realm sword cultivator before his death, and his sword qi was famous for his fierceness, and the wisp of sword qi he left behind, even if it had been thousands of years, was not something that a beginner cultivator could withstand.

Thinking of this, he was just stunned, but soon thought of the reason.

The bookworm frowned until his brow stretched for only a moment, and he whispered, "I see. ”

Standing in front of the bookshelf, Gu Meng did not respond for half an hour, and after half a quarter of an hour, he reached out and picked up the second volume of the Sword Sutra.

He was focused, ready to fly out at any moment.

But this book of sword scripture is relatively mild, and there is no sharp sword qi generated, Gu Meng breathed a sigh of relief, and after putting it down, he went to pick up the third book of sword scripture.

This is followed by Book 4, Book 5, Book 6......

There is no sword qi contained in more than a dozen consecutive sword scriptures, and it is thought that the ancestors of Zheshan who wrote these sword scriptures are fully considering the descendants of Zheshan.

It wasn't until Gu Meng picked up the fifteenth book of the Sword Sutra that he flew out again.

Then, as at the beginning, he slammed into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as white as paper.

But after a while, Gu Meng got up again, and then came to the bookshelf again with difficulty, and picked up a new book of Sword Sutra.

After half a burnt incense, Gu Meng lived up to expectations and flew out again.

The bookworm looked at this scene, his expression remained unchanged, but there was also some approval in his eyes, Gu Ming's talent and comprehension had been completely seen by him before, and a cultivator who could enter the initial realm from an ordinary person in less than a night would definitely have it in this long history, but definitely not much.

And the resilience that Gu Meng has shown now happens to be one of the conditions that a good cultivator should have.

When Gu Meng has so many things at the same time, it is already destined that his future will be bright.

For the next half night, Gu Meng was doing one thing repeatedly, and the bookworm did not look at the bamboo slips in his hand for the first time, but carefully watched the process of Gu Luo flying out upside down every time and returning to the bookshelf.

In this way, little by little, time passed, and soon it was dawn, and then it was dark again.

The second day of Gu Ming's becoming a cultivator was also over.

Gu Ming, whose eyes were bloodshot, stood in front of the bookshelf, the clothes on his body had been torn apart by those sword qi, and there were many sword marks on his body, but he seemed to know that these sword qi would hurt people, but they would not kill, Gu Meng did not have a little fear in his eyes, he rubbed his eyes, and continued this journey that he didn't know when it would end.

The bookworm didn't speak, he naturally knew that when Gu Meng began to choose the sword scriptures, the cultivation had already begun, and the sword qi left by those sword cultivators was refining his body for him, and the previous introductory mental method only made his body more pure, but these sword qi were making his body more tenacious.

This kind of good thing, even those disciples of the world-shaking great sects may not be able to take their turn.

As the last sword cultivator in Zheshan, Gu Luo has suffered a lot, and naturally he will be blessed.

After rubbing his eyes, Gu Meng turned his head to look at the morning glow outside the window, then gathered his mind and picked up a book of sword scriptures again.

According to his speed, it will take at least half a month to feel all these sword scriptures, and he had already had some ideas about a certain sword scripture before this, but feeling the changes in his body, he did not stop immediately, but continued to feel them one by one.

So Gu Ming, who had such thoughts, stood in front of the bookshelf for ten days without sleep.

In the past ten days, Ah Sang has been practicing, and he is often leaving real people to grill fish freely, and Luo Xue has made up his mind to come to him after the little junior brother has completely deflated his anger because of what happened before.

So in the past ten days, there was no one to disturb Gu Ming.

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As the sun set, Gu Meng stood in front of the bookshelf, looking at the sunset outside the window, at this moment he was already much thinner than ten days ago, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like a guy who was seriously ill and had little time.

Where is the appearance of the handsome young man ten days ago?

Gu Meng didn't know what other people's cultivation was like, but he felt that his cultivation path was not smooth from the beginning.

He shook his head and trembled as he picked up the next book of the Sword Sutra.

This is a bamboo slip that was placed in the far corner of the bookshelf, and it was also full of dust, which looked no different from other bamboo slips, but when Gu Meng picked it up, he looked down with some confusion.

Then the ghost sent the gods, and Gu Meng untied the sword scripture, and then opened it little by little.

At this moment, the Qingtianjian in his arms suddenly bloomed with a fierce blue light, and a sword qi was also born in this sword scripture.

The sky-high sword qi was born from the bamboo building, not aimed at Gu Ming, but straight into the sky!

Suddenly, the sword light apocalypse, the panicked sword qi, like the sky, tore through the sky in an instant, condensed like a heavenly river, and did not disperse for a long time.

The splendor of this sword qi was even richer and more powerful than the ten thousand miles sword of the real people who were often left at that time!

The bookworm was not surprised, but took it for granted, and he whispered with a complicated expression: "Sure enough. ”