In the next five or six days, Su Shuangmu was like a routine every day, and after getting up and washing, he hurried to the Scripture Pavilion to browse all kinds of books. The two Taoist priests guarding the pavilion at the door later saw that Su Shuangmu came every day, holding the elder token in his hand, so they gradually didn't even ask, and let him go completely.

In their hearts, they only thought that maybe the Elder Chuangong wanted to check some information, so they sent this disciple to rummage through it.

Su Shuangmu gradually became truly interested in the classics in this scripture pavilion. Originally, he just wanted to get a general understanding of the basic knowledge of cultivation or the various matters of his own sect, but after he came into contact with the many all-encompassing books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he was attracted by all kinds of strange things and ingenious spells.

Su Shuangmu hurried over early every morning, starting from the sound of the "bell" in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion when the morning sun rose, and the "bell" on the ground only ended when he saw the moon rising. He was hungry and thirsty every day, and it seemed that all of a sudden, reading the books of the Zangjing Pavilion became as important as eating Bigu Dan and sleeping.

It wasn't until five or six days later, when the appointed time that the white-bearded Taoist priest told him, Su Shuangmu was still addicted to all kinds of miscellaneous books, and he actually forgot to go to the white-bearded Taoist priest for a lifetime.

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On the seventh day, there were still people coming and going in the building. In the counter, many Taoist priests wearing special signs were handling affairs with the Taoist disciples who came to record the consultation, and somewhere on the counter on one side, a white-bearded Taoist priest was lying on the counter, flipping through the ancient book as before.

As the sun grew heavier, the white-bearded Taoist priest glanced out of the door, and when he saw the sun, it was obviously noon.

Strange? The white-bearded Taoist priest's face was slightly embarrassed, and he secretly told that kid to come to him in five or six days, but now after half a day, he hasn't seen a single figure. In the entire Qingfeng Temple, which disciple dared to be so unpunctual when he heard his command?

After waiting for another hour, the white-bearded Taoist priest finally couldn't help it, closed the ancient book in his hand and put it in the Sumeru bag, and walked quickly outside.

In this hour, he barely read a few lines. The white-bearded Taoist accepted the apprentice for the first time, and the apprentice's situation was quite special, not to mention that this was brought by the Qingfeng Taoist whom he was quite disliked, and the white-bearded Taoist secretly competed with the Qingfeng Taoist in his heart, and saw that Su Shuangmu was so unpunctual, so he secretly led his dislike for the Qingfeng Taoist to Su Shuangmu a few points.

All the Taoist priests in the Chuangong Building were shocked when they saw that the Chuangong elders, who barely moved their footsteps on weekdays, suddenly stood up and walked out, and hurriedly flashed out of a small path. The crowd hurriedly squeezed out of thin air a passage for one person to pass.

The white-bearded Taoist priest walked out of the Chuangong Building, slapped his hand on the Sumeru bag on his waist, summoned a flying sword, and as soon as his body went up to the flying sword, the whole person and the flying sword turned into a white light and fled into the distance. Along the way, many Taoist priests saw a white light flying overhead, and while envying their flying powers, they knew in their hearts that there was another Ghost Fairy Realm elder doing business.

After the tea was done, the white light stabbed across the sky, and the white-bearded Taoist priest drove the flying sword to the bamboo house where Su Shuangmu lived.

The bamboo house is half an hour's distance from the Chuangong Building, but the white-bearded Taoist Swordworth only takes a cup of tea. The horror of the Ghost Fairy Realm Elder can be imagined.

The white-bearded Taoist priest's eyes swept to the bamboo house of Su Shuangmu's residence, his heart moved slightly, and his divine sense violently broke the barrier of the bamboo house, and then scanned the upper and lower floors of the bamboo house.

Hey, why isn't this kid in his own bamboo house? The white-bearded Taoist priest was slightly stunned, and pulled out his divine sense to secretly say. When the white-bearded Taoist priest pulled out his divine sense, he waved his sleeve, and the surface of the bamboo house flashed, and the enchantment was fully restored again.

There are many places to go in Qingfeng Temple, the refining pharmacy, the forging room, and the Doufa Hall are all places that disciples often go to on weekdays, but if they don't have cultivation and merit points, they are not qualified to enter. The white-bearded Taoist priest pondered for a moment and fixed his gaze in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion. Only this place Su Shuangmu can enter with his own token, is this kid still in the Scripture Pavilion?

The white-bearded Taoist priest did not stop, jumped on the flying sword in one step, turned around, and flew towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The white-bearded Taoist priest did not follow the crooked road of the map like Su Shuangmu, but went straight to the sky without detouring. After another cup of tea, a rainbow light flashed in the sky, and the figure of the white-bearded Taoist priest reappeared in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The two Taoist priests who were guarding the pavilion were routinely collecting merit points one by one, and suddenly saw a person who went straight in front of the disciple who was paying merit points. The faces of the two changed, and they said in their hearts that they had never seen such an unruly disciple, and the two of them immediately drew their blades to stop them.

After the two of them carefully saw the appearance of the person who came, the two Taoist priests who guarded the pavilion were suddenly shocked, and they turned out to be the elders of the Gong Transmission!

The person who was cut into the queue was also on fire, but when he saw that the person who came was an elder of the Gong Chuan, he was also shocked, and hurriedly took half a step back, not daring to say more complaints.

"You two......." The white-bearded Taoist priest glanced left and right, and the two Taoist priests who guarded the pavilion drew half of their blades but stood still, and said.

The two of them immediately let go of their hands and bowed to the white-bearded Taoist priest, "The disciple visits the Elder Chuangong, offends the elder, and asks the elder to punish him!" After speaking, the two of them did not raise their heads, nor did they move and arched their hands and lowered their heads.

The disciples who lined up to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at the back did not dare to breathe more, and stood obediently in place and did not dare to move.

Hearing this, the white-bearded Taoist priest paused, and then said, "What the two of you have done is also within your duty, and this time you two will be exempted from responsibility." After speaking, the white-bearded Taoist priest walked quickly into the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and pushed it slightly in the air by the way.

The two Taoist priests who guarded the pavilion only felt a force coming from the ground, and straightened the posture of the two of them, and when the two stood up, the front was already empty, and the white-bearded Taoist priest had already walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The two of them looked at each other, and looked carefully at each other's beads of sweat oozing from their faces. They were really frightened just now, the two of them almost did something to the Elder of the Transmission Gong, and they were also the elders who were also the heads of the Scripture Pavilion. Not to mention them, even the high-level Taoist priests on the upper floors of the entire Scripture Pavilion only had to salute when they saw the person in charge of the scriptures.

The two Taoist priests who guarded the pavilion were afraid for a while, and after relieving themselves, they continued to collect merit points. The two of them vaguely guessed in their hearts that this Elder should have gone to find the Taoist priest who had come to him every day and was holding his token.

They guessed correctly, after the white-bearded Taoist priest entered the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, the only target was Su Shuangmu who was holding his token.

The white-bearded Taoist priest spread out his huge divine sense and searched around, looking for Su Shuangmu's figure.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, under a corner bookshelf, the white-bearded Taoist priest found Su Shuangmu who was burying his head in the book. It was a miscellaneous book that explained the various terrain and dangers of the Qingfeng Cultivation Domain, written by a Qingfeng Guan disciple a few years ago during his trial.

The white-bearded Taoist priest's face turned cold, his footsteps moved slightly, and the whole person turned into an afterimage and passed through the many classics that were being consulted. Many Taoist priests only felt a chill around them, and their sleeves shook slightly, but when they looked back, there was nothing.

The white-bearded Taoist priest floated by like a ghost, and in just a few blinks of an eye, he stood beside Su Shuangmu without warning, blocking Su Shuangmu's light.

Su Shuangmu was silently reading the words on the book, and suddenly felt that the top of his head was darkened, and the light on the book was also covered by something, and he couldn't see what the words were. Su Shuangmu was indulging in reading, but was interrupted by such a random interruption, he immediately frowned and looked up.

I saw a white-bearded Taoist priest standing indifferently on the side, staring at Su Shuangmu himself, and he didn't know when there was an extra layer of soundproofing enchantment that looked thin beside him.

"Ah!" Su Shuangmu chuckled in his heart, never thinking that his cheap master would appear here.

"Meet the Master!" Su Shuangmu hurriedly closed the book in his hand and bowed in worship.

"Do you still know that I am your master?" The white-bearded Taoist priest looked indifferent, took out a book from the bookshelf casually, flipped through it a few times, and said, "Why, you didn't come to find the old man, but you came to see these useless miscellaneous books?"

"Looking for Shizun?" Su Shuangmu was shocked in his heart, and then he remembered in a trance that the white-bearded Taoist priest had said that he would ask him to go to him in five or six days, and he didn't expect that he had been lingering in these books these days, thinking about what to read the next day every day, and he had inadvertently completely left Shizun's words behind.

"Gift..... Master, I... I forgot!" Su Shuangmu lowered his head a few points and said softly.

The white-bearded Taoist priest inserted the book he was flipping through back into the shelf.

After that, the white-bearded Taoist priest stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the token first." ”

Su Shuangmu didn't dare to be disobedient, and immediately returned the token lent to the white-bearded Taoist priest. After reading through it for the past few days, Su Shuangmu already knew the great role of this Elder Token. The first is that you can come and go freely after entering the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion or other places where merit points need to be paid, and there are many other wonderful uses.

As for merit points, they are a kind of money-like existence in the Qingfeng Concept, which can be exchanged for Gong Fa pills, herb forging materials, and even magic weapons. Some places require a certain merit point to enter, such as the Scripture Pavilion. Merit points can only be obtained by completing various tasks issued by the Qingfeng Temple, or by improving the cultivation of the rewards.

The Taoist priest who guards the entrance of the Zangjing Pavilion is a kind of merit point task. Others include going out for trials, collecting herbs, etc. Writing books and being included in the Scripture Pavilion is also a way to earn merit points.

The white-bearded Taoist priest put the token into the Sumeru bag, and then said lightly, "No need to be polite, so as not to gossip more about Qingfeng Dao people in the future." ”

"Yes!" Su Shuangmu nodded, withdrew his hands, straightened up, and put the books in his hands back on the bookshelf.

"Remember, you're here to practice Taoism, and it's not appropriate for you to focus on these things without getting started with anything. The white-bearded Taoist priest made Su Shuangmu's eyes clear, he was just interested in these books, not malicious to be unpunctual to himself, and the anger in his heart slowly disappeared.

As the head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, in addition to practicing, the white-bearded Taoist priest often reads some miscellaneous books or Taoist books every day, and he can't help but have a good impression of Su Shuangmu, who also likes to read. He often sighed privately on weekdays that there are countless people among his disciples who like to fight the Fa and try it, and there are fewer and fewer who like to read the scriptures and discuss the Tao.

I never thought that now that I had accepted a disciple who was still under observation, I would have a little temper against myself.

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