"This white-bearded old man seems to be praising me, but in fact it has a perfunctory taste, it seems that it must be something promised by Senior Sister Xiangling, and this white-bearded old man is willing to let me in. ”

Jun Myanmar is a human being in two lives, and he has seen these things thoroughly, and after thinking about it for a while, he will think about it for eight or nine.

"No matter how much, just be able to come in, finding a method that can assist in controlling the aura is the most important thing!" After making up his mind, Jun Mianchen stopped thinking so much and went straight to the cabinet.

Tibetan scripture pavilion, is the important place of Taiyimen, this pavilion is divided into seven layers, the outer disciples can only enter the first and second floors to borrow classics, the inner disciples can enter the third or fourth floor, the core disciples can enter the fifth floor, as for the sixth or seventh layer, there is no explicit provision in the sect, and the method of entry is unknown.

At this moment, in the seven floors of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there is a wooden bookcase in the middle, the bookcase is made of what kind of wood, exuding a simple meaning, there is a young man who looks like a scholar is flipping through an old book in front of the bookcase.

When Jun Mianchen stepped into the cabinet of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the scholar-like man raised his eyes, looked in the direction where Jun Mianchen was standing, and groaned in his mouth.

"It's him ......"

Jun Mianchen walked around the first floor of the Jing Pavilion for two hours, and he didn't find a book on the exercises or mental methods for controlling the aura, and he was very depressed.

On the first floor of this large scripture pavilion, almost all the classics that outer disciples need to practice when they first enter the mountain gate, but why is there no way to control the aura?

Could it be that this cultivator doesn't pay attention to aura control, or is it that the method of aura control is innate, and he doesn't need to be taught in detail? Jun Mianchen wondered in his heart and continued to search for it on the second floor.

An hour later......

"It's strange, why isn't there a mental method about the control of aura, this second layer is all about the art of Zhou Tian's operation, as well as the general method of explaining the cultivation system, and then there are all kinds of weapons and martial arts and small spells of the five elements, why is it that such an important thing as aura is not explained? Could it be that the control of aura is not something that outer disciples should master, and it takes three or four layers to do it?" Jun Mianchen stood in the middle of the second layer, frowning and thinking.

"This kid, when the spirit tablet was released, he had been staring at the top of the spirit tablet, and he had not yet given birth to divine consciousness when he practiced qi cultivation, so it was logically impossible to perceive the existence of the immortal yuan, but why did he keep staring at the place below that yuan force?"

The scholar looked at Jun Mianchen with interest, and muttered in his heart, "This kid has a lot of appetite, not to mention that the entire first and second layers include all the knowledge of Qi cultivation, and even some foundation building exercises, looking at it, it seems that he is not satisfied, he can't even look down on it?"

The scholar smiled, glanced at the elders of the Jing Pavilion who were meditating on the sixth floor, and with a wave of his sleeves, Jun Mianchen, who was on the second floor, suddenly found that the stairs leading to the third floor flashed with a light, and it was actually possible to enter?

Jun Mianchen looked left and right, his eyes blinked, and he couldn't figure out the way, "Could it be the white-bearded old man...... Open the door for me?"

Jun Mianchen was very cautious, first pretending to look for the classics, going around and around, sparing the ink for a long time before reaching the entrance of the third floor.

He looked left and right and saw that no disciple was looking at him, and he hurriedly slipped into the third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

When Jun Mianchen entered the third layer of light gate, he felt like he had crossed through in a trance, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing in the middle of the "third layer" scripture pavilion, and there was a wooden bookcase in front of him, and there was an ancient book on the bookcase, which seemed to have just been read by someone.

I don't know what material the bookcase is made of, revealing a sense of vicissitudes and simplicity, and when you look closely, the wooden bookcase also exudes a faint strange atmosphere.

"This breath is a little familiar, like the strange breath at the top of the spirit monument gives me, but it is not as strong as that feeling. ”

Jun Mianchen's gaze left the bookcase, and looked around, there were only seven bookcases in the entire "third layer", one of which was placed in the middle of the head, and the other six were placed in the shape of six mangs around, and each shelf had an ancient book on it.

"This is the third floor, why is it so quiet...... But this third layer is also clean...... That's all ...... stuff."

Jun Mianchen looked down at the ancient scroll on the central bookcase in front of him, and there was not a word in the volume.

"Why is it a wordless book, could it be that I don't cultivate enough to comprehend the content in it?" Jun Mianchen looked at it intently again, and the scroll seemed to have a glyph appearing.

Suddenly, Jun Mianchen's dantian spun rapidly on its own, and the aura burst out directly, condensing rapidly towards his eyes, Jun Mianchen's face was frightened, and for some reason such a strange thing happened, forcibly controlling the dantian to stop running, but this mysterious scroll seemed to have a huge gravitational force, domineeringly attracting his aura to the eyes.

"This scroll...... Could it be that you want to drain my aura?" Jun Mianchen gritted his teeth and insisted, only feeling that the aura was constantly filling his eyes, but it was not absorbed by the ancient scroll.

After the eyes filled with aura, as if opening the door to a new world, I could see the word "Sansang" faintly revealed on the scroll, and I felt that my soul was torn after just two breaths, and the dantian stopped instantly, the aura dried up from the eyes, and Jun Mianchen quickly shook his mind and woke up.

Immediately took two steps back, keeping a safe distance from the ancient scroll, Jun Mianchen secretly said in his heart: "This ancient scroll is not ordinary, at first glance it looks empty, and then somehow it suddenly leads my dantian to operate, the aura enters the eyes, and when I look at it again, I can vaguely see the font lines...... Sansan ...... What is Sansan?"

Jun Mianchen thought of it, his heart was still pounding, and he hadn't recovered from the strange thing just now, but he didn't know that behind him, the scholar had been standing there watching Jun Mianchen.

At this time, the scholar was also very curious, "This kid is really weird, and his soul can actually support him to stare at the ancient scroll for two breaths!"

Jun Mianchen wanted to ask what fate was Sansang at the moment, but fate fell into a deep sleep again, thinking about it, Jun Mianchen unconsciously muttered in his mouth: "Sansang ......"

As soon as Sansang came out, it seemed that the words followed, the sky and the earth changed color, just now the sky was still clear, and suddenly black clouds covered the sky, lightning and thunder......

More and more disciples walked out of the cave, looking at this sudden sky and not knowing what to do, some were shocked and some were thinking.

The scholar's face changed greatly when he heard the word Sansang, as if he had seen something terrifying, and he couldn't help but take two steps back......

Jun Mianchen was startled, quickly shut up and stopped talking, his heart was pounding, and a huge wave was set off in his heart......

"What exactly is Sansan...... Just say the word Sansan...... And this ancient scroll, what is recorded, is it not the matter of these three mulberries?"

Unable to look for the classics, Jun Mianchen quickly left from the third floor, and did not go back to his cave all the way.

After Jun Mianchen left, the scholar looked at the lightning and thunder in the sky, and the shock did not disappear...

He was able to see the contents of the scroll...... Although I only saw the word Sansan...... But it's also too bizarre... In his eyes, a strange shadow appeared at that moment just now, and the feeling that the shadow gave me was a trace of mystery and mystery......"

The scholar was still in shock, and suddenly a person escaped from the space next to him, it was none other than the Elder of the Jing Pavilion.

"See the Shang Immortal, the Shang Immortal exerted his magical powers and let the disciple enter the seventh floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, this seems to be ...... It seems that there are some unruly ......."

The elders of the Scripture Pavilion didn't want to come up to face the scholars, but the seventh floor of the Scripture Pavilion had always been a secret of the sect, how could they easily show it to a disciple of the outer sect, so they could only come hard-headed at this moment.

There was a strong jealousy hidden in the eyes of the elder of the Jing Pavilion looking at this scholar, just the aura emanating from this scholar made him tremble, and the primordial infant in his body felt annihilated.

"It's okay, I'm just curious, since I've broken the rules, I'll reward you with three Bodhi fruits. ”

The scholar didn't care, the index finger of his right hand moved slightly, and a palm-sized stone box fell directly in front of the elders of the Scripture Pavilion, and he directly turned around and walked down the seventh floor of the Scripture Pavilion and disappeared.

The elders of the Jing Pavilion didn't dare to breathe, but stared at the stone box in front of him with fiery eyes, and excitement flashed in their eyes......

"Bodhi Fruit, this is Bodhi Fruit! What kind of identity does the Immortal have to care so much about this Bodhi Fruit?"

The elders of the Jing Pavilion watched the scholar disappear, and hurriedly put away the stone box, for fear that the stone box would also disappear as well.

After calming down, I couldn't help but murmur to myself: "Jun Mianchen, this kid, who is it, first Li Xiangling pleaded, and then this immortal personally observed ......"