On this day, Xie Qing resigned from the Outer Gate Scripture Pavilion.

The Wudao Demon Sect stipulates that disciples who are just starting out have the right to choose a practice in the Outer Gate Hidden Scripture Pavilion. She has learned a lot of spells, but she has no special weapons and martial arts, which is complicated but not refined, which greatly limits her strength, and she urgently needs to learn a martial art.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a huge stacked wooden building, tall and majestic, simple and heavy.

There is a huge plaque hanging in the center of the pavilion, the font of "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" written in seal script is strong and clear, the meaning is far-reaching, sassy like a fairy, just looking at it can feel a wave of Haoran righteousness rushing to the face, seemingly simple but contains an extraordinary atmosphere.

Xie Qingci was a little surprised, looking left and right, carefully looking at this plaque. This character doesn't seem to be written by demon cultivators, not in the glyph, but in the temperament contained in it, which is too masculine and heroic.

I'm afraid there's some story in it.

As soon as she walked into the Scripture Pavilion, she felt a strong scent of ink.

In the main hall of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, on the huge lacquer screen, the words "there is no way in the world" attract attention.

In front of her, a white-bearded old man sat in a rocking chair, shaking the fan in his hand leisurely, shaking his feet, and seemed to be very comfortable.

Xie Qingci slandered in his heart. She had already noticed that the people in this Demon Sect seemed to be lazy, the ghost-faced man was like this, and the old man of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was also like this, if he sat on a chair, he was lazy and not in shape, and he didn't sit or stand.

She took out her identity card and finished registering, and then walked into the Scripture Pavilion.

"You can only choose two hours. ”

The old man behind him added slowly.

She was a little surprised, nodded, and stepped into the mysterious Outer Gate Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The exercises of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are as vast as a sea of smoke, and as soon as Xie Qingci stepped in, he was dazzled by the books in the sky.

She glanced around with her eyes and looked at it casually, although most of these exercises were yellow-level exercises, but such a huge number, such a complex category, and such a rich capacity, it couldn't help but make people sigh at the heritage of the Demon Sect.

She remembered some of the history of the Demon Sect that Zong Sheng had told her.

It is said that millions of years ago, the Daoless Demon Sect also had an extremely glorious history.

At that time, the Daoless Demon Sect was extremely powerful, and it could be called the number one sect in the immortal cultivation world, almost sweeping the immortal cultivation realm, destroying many sects and Dao inheritance, and copying many sect treasure houses. Although the Demon Sect is no longer as strong as it once was, it still leaves behind a lot of exercises that were once looted, and the glory of that time can be faintly seen in the tube.

These exercises are spiritual objects, containing aura, in the huge space inside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, all kinds of messy books fly around like white doves, which seems to be very lively.

No, as soon as she entered, a pile of books surrounded her, and Mao pushed her in the face as if she had recommended herself.

She was dazzled by the books in the sky, and she was at a loss. When she saw the aura overflowing from their bodies, she immediately emitted small spirits from the dantian.

"Xiao Ling, you can help me see which of these books have a strong aura. ”

Only give her two hours, how could she read these books one by one, it is not easy to pick a satisfactory exercise, fortunately she has a small spirit, and the little spirit will learn from the spirit, which can come in handy at this time.

A small orange dot of light appeared, touching her fleshy cheeks, which looked very intimate.

Xie Qingci felt an itch on his face, and giggled non-stop, "Don't be naughty, work quickly."

"Okay. Xiao Ling was very happy, and his tone was very brisk.

Feeling that he was finally no longer a useless spirit beast with no sense of existence, Xiao Ling was very excited, trying to prove that in addition to being a bait to carry things, he could also appreciate treasures.

In order to show its talent to Ci Ci and realize the value of worms, Xiao Ling worked very hard.

"Ding......

It was like a small star that fell into the sea of books, flying around the entire Scripture Pavilion, stopping from time to time to signal the direction of Xie Qingci.

"This", "this"......

Following Xiao Ling's guidance, she picked out more than a hundred books with the strongest aura from thousands of exercises.

She glanced at it, these are basically Xuan-level exercises, and they are relatively advanced in this. She nodded, and began to rummage through a local book.

"Edgeworth's True Technique, Sword Technique?"

She imagined the appearance of the sword cultivator, and the sword cultivator in her impression was only Xiao Wu. There are many styles of sword weapons, sharp and powerful, but she doesn't seem to be very interested in swords.

"Blood Slaughter Knife, knife trick?"

She thought about how she was slashing people with a rough knife, and inexplicably felt like killing a pig......

She shook her head, interrupting her strange associations.

"Blood Refining Divine Skill, Blood Dao Technique?"

Well, refuse.

""The Heart of the Girl", the charm of the Dao exercises?"

Well, refuse.

Xiao Ling witnessed Xie Qingci throwing away one exercise after another at an extremely fast speed and very critically.

Xie Qingci maintained full patience and flipped through them one by one.

"What is this?"

After flipping through a book, her hand stopped.

What kind of exercise will this name be?

She was a little curious, and looked seriously at the book that seemed to be very inscrutable.

She turned the page and saw a pair of naked men and women painted on it, intertwined in a very strange pose.

Xie Qingci: "......"

She closed the book with a blank face and threw it away.

Keep your head down and continue to flip through the book.

......

I don't know how long it took to turn to a book that caught her attention.

"Soul Breaker, gun?"

Her hand stopped, staring at the exercise, thinking secretly.

To be honest, she admires more than the gentleman's sword, but she doesn't like it enough. The weapon is like the person, the sword is the gentleman among the weapons, and she feels that the sword is not like her. As for the knife, she felt that it was not elegant enough, she didn't like this kind of weapon that was too rough, and she always felt that it was not suitable.

Today's immortal cultivation realm has a variety of weapons. The orthodox weapon is the sword, and many people nowadays are armed with delicate small objects such as mirrors, fans, flutes, etc., and weapons like guns are rare.

I didn't expect there to be a book of gun tricks here, which is really rare.

She flipped through the exercises, and there was a model of a gun in it. Her fingers gently stroked the drawing, looking at this drawing, her heart throbbed inexplicably.

The gun, domineering and elegant, is very special.

She flipped through it carefully, this is a Xuan-level lower grade exercise, the level is not very high, but it is enough for a novice like her. She couldn't understand the shooting that was too advanced, let alone learned.

She looked at the "Soul Splitting Gun" in her hand and had a plan in her heart.

She left the inside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with the exercises, walked in front of the old man, put the exercises and identity cards away, and said to the white-bearded old man: "Senior, I have chosen, please burn it." ”

The white-bearded old man sat lazily in the rocking chair, squinting his eyes, and raised his eyelids slightly.

Seeing "Soul Splitting Gun", his tone was a little surprised: "It turned out to be a gun trick, which is not very common." ”

He seemed to suddenly become interested, and then spoke, "To learn marksmanship, it is most appropriate to take the killing path." The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, a blood-stained weapon. If you go the other way, you will waste the murderous spirit of the gun. ”

As he spoke, he took Xie Qingci's identity card and prepared to burn it.

Suddenly, his eyelids moved when he saw the name on it. Looking up at her face carefully, staring at her without speaking.

Her scalp tingled at the sight.

"Senior...... Any questions?"

The old man with the white beard stared straight at her, and did not answer.

For a while, the atmosphere was very eerie.

After a while, he burst out coldly.

He said, "Where's my uncle's baby?"

Xie Qingci: "......"

This......

The old man of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion held a wrinkled face, with a serious expression and solemn eyes, and asked the words that made people shake goosebumps seriously, his tone was very formulaic, and his attitude was very respectful, which was like two people with a casual appearance.

She understood something immediately.

She was expressionless: "Uncle's baby is here." ”

As soon as the words came out, she felt inexplicably ashamed.

The old man of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion looked like a person who had experienced strong winds and waves, and his psychological quality was really strong, and his expression did not change at all after listening to her words.

He swept around, saw that there was no one, and handed her a storage bag very calmly, and his movements were hidden.

She quietly took the storage bag, and the old man copied the "Soul Splitting Gun" to her and handed it to her as a jade slip.

Xie Qingci took the things and ran away without hesitation.

What a shame!

Her face turned red, panting and running back to the cave, locking herself tightly in the cave.

After adjusting her rapid and unsteady breathing and controlling her fluctuating emotions, she couldn't wait to start cultivating the Soul Breaker Gun.

While practicing, she tried to recall the other exercises she had just seen, but she was surprised to find that she couldn't remember the content of the other exercises, and she immediately understood that there was something wrong with the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

What a mysterious means, this is to prevent outer disciples from secretly learning the exercises.

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Without weapons, how can she practice marksmanship?

The next day, Xie Qingci dressed up and went to a weapons shop.

The shop is full of weapons and colors, and the cold light of metal is reflected. In it, she took a fancy to a gun at a glance, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to walk over.

"That's it. ”

She pointed to a silver gun, her eyes sparkling.

There weren't many twists and turns, and soon the weapon was in hand.

She scrutinized the gun in her hand.

Stainless steel and cold iron smelting, the whole is as clear as ice and snow pouring, and the barrel of the gun is covered with diamond-shaped patterns, delicate and smooth, and the size is suitable. The blade of the gun is as sharp as thin ice, from thick to thin, the arc is elegant, the gathering is powerful, the cold air is pressing, there is a sharp qi flowing on it between the waves, and the cold light looms.

What a gun!, she secretly admired.

It's expensive, but it's worth it.

She looked at the gun in her hand with a smile, thought for a moment, and her eyes lit up.

"Cold as frost and snow, like ice and not ice, exquisite and gorgeous, you can call it the frost gun." ”

She looked at the newly acquired Frost Gun in her hand with great satisfaction, and smiled with satisfaction.