There are all kinds of buildings distributed on the wide mountain range of Chengyi Mountain, some of which are luxurious in shape and resplendent in gold, and some are concise and elegant, and have a unique style.

Among them, there is a three-storey building with a very large area, with a simple and solemn shape, filled with the atmosphere of time.

Above the huge doorway, there is a plaque, on which there are three words "Chuan Gong Pavilion", which is a place where the scriptures are hidden.

In the southeast corner of the first floor of the Chuangong Pavilion, there are several rows of huge bookshelves, and the books are neatly placed in them.

In front of one of the bookshelves, Lu San was holding a book in his hand, only to see that his eyes were slightly closed, and the book in his hand was windless and automatic, turning quickly page by page, and the book was finished in a while.

Lu San was expressionless, shook his head, put the book in his hand back to its place, picked up another one, and continued to scan it with his divine thoughts.

Half a day later, the sky outside was already a little dark, Lu San's face was a little pale, because of a long time of rapid reading, his divine sense consumed a lot, had to stop, took out a pill from the storage bag on his waist, took it, and then sat down cross-legged on the spot, silently reciting the technique of condensation, in order to quickly recover the power of divine consciousness, it was quite quiet here, occasionally a disciple passed by, and no one came to disturb him.

Three days in Lu San flipped through the book and meditated in a hurry, in these three days Lu San through some inquiries, finally found some words of the description of the ancient Lingbao, through the comparison with other ancient books, Lu San also had a general guess about Xiao Ding.

This Xiaoding is a spiritual treasure, and it is very likely to be a congenital-level spiritual treasure, thinking of this Lu San can't help but be a little smug: "This son is not only graceful, handsome and chic, with excellent demeanor, but even his luck is very good, and he can pick up innate treasures casually, although this thing doesn't take care of himself too much..."

While thinking, he took out the bronze mirror from his arms, his face was full of intoxication, and he seemed to have forgotten the reason for coming to the Chuan Gong Pavilion and the price he had paid.

It took a long time for this thing to come back to his senses, and then he thought that Xiao Ding seemed to need a huge amount of essence spiritual power for some reason, so he was a little helpless and shook his head.

"It seems that it will not work without some blood!"

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Shengguang Mountain is located in the east of Shengyan Sect, surrounded by Danyuan Peak and Lingxu Mountain, one north and one south, its mountain body is like a huge volcano, it is located between the mountains in a conical shape, and the position of the top of the fast mountain is covered by snow, and it looks beautiful and abnormal from a distance.

On the top of the mountain, there is a huge sinkhole, the black swarthy does not know how deep, the exit position above the sinkhole, there is a circle of stone tablets towering, the exit is enclosed, there is a magic circle carved on the stone tablet, from time to time there is a spiritual light, it looks quite weird.

At the foot of Shengguang Mountain, there is a building complex, and at the very end of the complex, there is a row of three-story attics with the same shape, which are connected to each other and simple and neat, which is the place where the Shengyan Sect distributes cultivation resources.

The three mountains and four peaks each have their own different responsibilities, for example, Chengyi Mountain is responsible for the teaching of new disciples, Danyuan Peak is responsible for the supply of pills for each peak, Lingxu Mountain is mainly for making magic weapons and researching various magic circles, Tianji Peak is responsible for supervising the disciples of each peak as the headquarters of the Law Enforcement Pavilion, Shangqing Peak is a special existence, because they only accept female disciples, of course, those new female disciples can also go to other peaks, in addition to practicing on weekdays, they are also responsible for the cultivation of various spiritual grasses, and Zhengyang Peak, as the core of the sect, ranks first among the peaks, and is an important part of coordinating the pace of each peak, of course, this is a small part of the many responsibilities of each peak, and there are also special deacon disciples in charge。

Shengguang Mountain is responsible for distributing the tasks of the sect and the various materials needed for the cultivation of each peak to ensure the normal operation of the sect.

There are also secular principals and second-generation disciples composed of the elders of the first generation of the Guardian Sect of each peak, who are stationed in various key positions in the Beilu Dynasty, and they are also classified as deacons for dispatch.

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In the attic of the row where the materials were distributed, there was an old man in fancy clothes sitting at a table shaking his head, picking up the wine jug on the table from time to time and taking a sip, humming a little song in his mouth, looking comfortable, he was a chief here, named Zheng Renqiu, mainly responsible for the distribution and verification of pills, spirit stones and various materials.

Humming a little song, as soon as he took a sip of wine, a young disciple came over and raised his hand and saluted, "Elder Zheng, Senior Brother Zhengyang Fenglu has something to ask to see." ”

"Zhengyang Peak, Lu San's kid?" Zheng Renqiu was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly.

"It's Senior Brother Lu San. The young disciple replied.

"What is he doing here?" Zheng Renqiu finished speaking, then got up and walked to the front hall.

Lu San was sitting on a chair playing with the teacup in his hand, and after a while, a voice sounded from the cabinet: "Oh, it's Master Lu's nephew, I said how my little magpie is unusually cheerful today, it turns out that I sensed that Master Lu's nephew is coming!"

Hearing the words of the visitor, Lu San stood up and clasped his fists at the person who came and smiled: "Uncle Zheng, don't come unharmed." ”

"Haha, my nephew hasn't seen you for a few years, and my uncle misses you so much!"

Those who have attained the cultivation world come first, and age comes second, and all kinds of titles are simple and simple, and complex are also very complicated. For example, Shen Yuanfeng of Lingxu Mountain, when he saw Lu San, he wanted to call his senior brother, but when Lu San saw Shen Congyun, the owner of Lingxu Mountain, he wanted to call his uncle.

But Shen Yuanfeng is the grandson of Shen Congyun, and the twists and turns in it are a bit complicated, which is the essential difference between the family and the sect, and it cannot be mixed up.

Lu Sanyi listened to the words and laughed: "Uncle Shi, didn't I come back to see you, Uncle Shi?

After speaking, Lu San took out two jars of drunken immortal brew from the storage bag and handed them to Zheng Renqiu.

Seeing this, Zheng Renqiu hurriedly took it, opened one of the jars and put it to his mouth and smelled it: "Good wine, authentic Shengli Dynasty drunken immortal brew, my nephew has a heart." ”

"Uncle Shi is worthy of this holy hand, you can know what kind of wine it is when you smell it, admire, admire!" Lu San pretended to be surprised.

"Uncle Shi is also this hobby, haha, nephew, I'm afraid you came to me today just to bring me a bar?"

Zheng Renqiu looked at Lu San and asked with a slight expression.

Don't look at Zheng Renqiu is the main person who distributes the materials of each peak, he is the same generation as the Supreme Sect Master, and he is under the guidance of the Supreme Elder, and his authority is very great, but that is for ordinary disciples.

Like Lu San, a peak is passed down by himself, and the sect is arrogant, although his cultivation is a little thin, but after all, it is the first of the majors, and the people around the mountain master, Zheng Renqiu naturally treats each other with a smile.

And Lu San is the first disciple of Ziyang Zhenren, the famous scourge of Zhengyang Peak, and Zheng Renqiu is even more unwilling to offend him.

"Hehe, my nephew is asking for something, please ask my uncle to agree, I need a batch of cultivation materials, uh... Then let's make an advance for 20 years. ”

Lu San listened to Zheng Renqiu's question, and said in a solemn tone.

"What? Twenty years in advance? Senior nephew, you are really going to give Uncle Shi a problem. ”

Zheng Renqiu's face was embarrassed, he shook his head and said: "Senior nephew, do you know that all kinds of materials have clear regulations, and there are monitoring records of how much each disciple distributes every year, but there is no such thing as an advance." ”

After hearing this, Lu San smiled and said: "How can this be difficult to stop you, uncle? If not, I can sign the note, if someone embarrasses Uncle Shi with this matter, Uncle Shi can let them come to Zhengyang Peak to find me, please Uncle Shi must help me with this." ”

After speaking, Lu San bowed again.

"Oh, my nephew can't help it, I can't do it. ”

Zheng Renqiu sighed for a while and said: "Since my nephew said this, I can't call the shots for twenty years, but if it's ten years, then the old man can ignore it, you can wait for a while." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Lu San to reply, Zheng Renqiu walked outside.