As the main peak of the thirteenth peak of Qingxuan, Lanqing Peak has disciples of each peak walking back and forth all year round, which is naturally extremely lively. As the most popular place for disciples in Lanqingfeng, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has naturally become the most densely populated area in the entire Qingxuan.

Chen Mingye had just approached the square with Xiaohong on his back, and Xiaohong was awakened by the noisy sound here.

The little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, and said a little confused: "Little junior brother, where is this?"

"The Pavilion of the Scriptures. Chen Mingye glanced around, just outside the Scripture Pavilion, I am afraid that there were nearly a hundred disciples gathered.

"Scripture Pavilion?" Xiaohong thought for a moment, then shook her little head, "There must be nothing delicious, Xiaohong is not impressed." ”

Chen Mingye smiled: "Okay, let's take you in and have a look." ”

The surrounding disciples all looked at this combination with some surprise, and some of them seemed to have recognized the identity of Chen Mingye, one of the new top ten leaders of Xiaobi, and whispered in twos and threes.

Chen Mingye naturally didn't care, and walked to the door of the Scripture Pavilion, and the disciple on duty stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Go there first to register, and get your respective wooden cards before you can enter the cabinet. ”

Chen Mingye turned his head in the direction he pointed out, and sure enough, there was a small table on the other side, and a blue-robed elder was sitting leisurely.

"Hello Elder, we want to go into the Scripture Pavilion to have a look. Chen Mingye walked in with Xiaohong and said with a slight bow.

Behind him, Xiaohong also let go of his hand at this moment, got off his back, and then jumped up and down beside him.

The blue-robed elder glanced at the two of them and asked, "Which peak are they all disciples of?"

"Lotus Peak's. Chen Mingye replied.

The blue-robed elder nodded, muttered a few words in his mouth, and then asked, "Name?"

"Disciple Chen Mingye. ”

"Little Red. ”

The blue-robed elder flew with his pen and wrote down the names of the two on a card, and then handed it to them: "Okay." ”

"Thank you, Elder. Chen Mingye accepted the wooden card, and Xiaohong on the side got his own wooden card, looked at it happily for a while, and then carefully put it in his pocket and put it away.

The blue-robed elder nodded, looking at the backs of the two leaving, but he always felt that something was not quite right.

"Xiaohong?" he muttered for a long time, and suddenly remembered the scene of the little red robe standing in front of him, and the whole person was stunned.

And Chen Mingye had already taken Xiaohong into the Scripture Pavilion smoothly.

The whole Tibetan scripture pavilion is vast and majestic, the bucket arch is huge, the owl kiss is rough, the eaves are towering, solemn and gorgeous. Because it is located in the back mountain, it is not prominent in the overall building complex of Lanqing Peak. However, the pavilion is divided into nine floors, and its actual building height is definitely the first of the 13 peaks of Qingxuan.

As soon as the two entered the pavilion, they were greeted by rows of neat bookshelves and neatly placed tables, chairs and wooden stools, which were solemn and solemn under the simple decoration.

In the spacious hall, in addition to the four columns that are several feet wide, there are towering bookshelves. To the top of the head, there are magnificent and rare murals, the form is gorgeous, and the Tao is graceful.

Compared with the noise outside the hall, the whole hall is obviously much quieter. Many disciples consciously suppressed their voices and tried not to disturb the meditation practice of the people around them.

Chen Mingye had actually been here once before, and that time was actually a casual wandering after the first visit to Qingxuan, just a superficial tour, and he did not read the scriptures carefully. However, I have slightly figured out the general position of the books in the cabinet, and this time I will not be aimless with Xiaohong, and it can be regarded as targeted.

The first floor is mostly rambling and miscellaneous from all over the world, which is very interesting and less practical, so the disciples who stop are often the least. And the story I told Xiaohong before is actually in a miscellaneous book in the northeast corner of the first floor, which is not difficult to find.

"Xiao Hong'er, are you literate?" Chen Mingye looked at a little girl who was only up to his waist, and suddenly remembered a question.

"Hmph, little junior brother, you look down on people!" Xiaohong glared at him unhappily.

"Haha," Chen Mingye smiled and touched her head, "Of course it's best to be literate." ”

Chen Mingye took out the book of miscellaneous conversations from the bookshelf, found a table and stool nearby, asked the little girl to sit down first, and then turned the book to the page she talked about and spread it out in front of her.

"Hey, there's a picture in it!" Xiaohong glanced at it, as if she had found a new plaything, and immediately flipped through it with great interest.

Chen Mingye looked at her for a while and found that the little girl had quickly immersed herself in her own world.

Shaking his head helplessly, he was just about to step away when he was grabbed by a small hand.

"Little junior brother, where are you going?" Xiao Hong looked at him with a serious face.

"I'll just go shopping around and find some books to read," Chen Mingye was a little strange, this little girl was obviously smirking at the book for a second, why was she noticed as soon as she moved.

"Hmm, isn't the little junior brother watching with Xiaohong?" Xiaohong pouted.

"I've seen it a long time ago. Chen Mingye reached out and pinched the little girl's face.

"Okay, that little red is waiting for you here. Xiaohong said with wide eyes and serious eyes.

"Okay, I'll be back in a moment. Chen Mingye nodded.

The little girl relieved herself to loosen his sleeves, lowered her head and read again.

Chen Mingye walked casually and walked to a corner, but he saw a scene that surprised him.

A disciple dressed in white, the table was covered with all kinds of books, and the whole person was lying on the table and writing hard, looking crazy.

Chen Mingye walked a little closer, and only then did he see the other party's appearance clearly.

The beard is horizontal, the eyes are cloudy, and the figure is a teenager, but it can be seen that he is a sloppy person from the age to the middle age, and he has no demeanor of a cultivator.

The books spread out on the table, Chen Mingye swept them away, and they were all chattering. Without saying a word, he stood silently behind the man, intending to see what he had written.

The man carried a pen in his hand like flying, and his handwriting was scribbled wildly, but at a glance, he taught people an inexplicable pride.

Chen Mingye stared at it carefully, and saw that the whereabouts of the handwriting were a string of fonts of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

It begins with "The Eleventh Year of the Southern Chu Taihong Calendar, in the middle of February, the night of bloodshed", with "Yu sigh: the country's accumulation and decline, the world is falling apart, even if there is a king, there is nothing to recover, how can an army and a person be wrong." The whole world is not in the surname of a family, the three-foot Qingfeng is willing to serve the country, and the righteousness of death and life is prepared".

"It's a whole world, not a family name. Chen Mingye couldn't help sighing, and then sneered, "It's just that the one surnamed Zhao won the world." ”

The person at the desk suddenly raised his head, and the two looked at each other, and sparks flashed for a while.

"Who are you?" the man said in a hoarse voice, like sandpaper, which was annoying to hear.

"Chen Mingye. Chen Mingye looked at him, with a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth.

"It turned out to be you. The man nodded, slowly put down the pen in his hand, and instead held the long sword in his hand, and glared angrily at Chen Mingye, "Then do you know who I am?"

"You?" Chen Mingye sneered, "The general of the defeated army, the dog of the lost country, why do you need to know the name and surname." ”

"Presumptuous!" the man couldn't bear it anymore, pulled out his long sword, and stabbed at Chen Mingye with a fierce sword.

"It's quite a big tone, but the facts are a little worse. Chen Mingye easily clamped the other party's sword blade with two fingers and shook his head, "The cultivation of the Cave Heaven Realm is really not worthy of your identity." ”

The man's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Why, I guessed it?Prince Chuyu?" Chen Mingye squinted slightly, and said with a relaxed expression.

The man was stunned for a moment, then let go of the long sword in his hand and let out a miserable laugh: "I haven't heard this title for a long time." ”