There are a lot of books hidden in the Golden White Jade Treasure Hall of the Master Ancestor, which may account for ninety percent of all the books on Lianyun Peak. This ratio is not only quantity, but also quality. As a Jindan real person, Shizu's combat power occupies ninety percent of Lian Yunfeng's ninety-nine, and naturally she naturally enjoys the power, wealth and enjoyment that match her combat strength.

The collection of the uncles below occupies more than ninety percent of the remaining one. In other words, in fact, the huge library that made us, the third-generation Qi cultivation disciples, sigh with admiration, was even divided into many strata and many parts of the isolation, so that many low-level disciples could only drool, and it was only an insignificant one percent of Lian Yunfeng's overall wealth.

The library used by the third generation of disciples actually has a large collection of books, more than 5 million volumes. If you count words, there are more than billions. The scope is all-encompassing, from astronomy and geography to medicine and medicine, from mine excavation to ritual refining, from monster classification to weird devils, from star arithmetic to Confucian classics, from lyrics to Danqing ink, whether it is miscellaneous or orthodox Taoist eight lessons, all of them. It's just a matter of how much, how deep.

I've seen some of the books in the library of the outer temple. It can't be said that there are no good things in it, but it can't be said that the books in it are valuable. For ordinary mortals, perhaps the books in the Outer Temple Library can be regarded as a splendid spectacle. But for cultivators, the books in the library of the outer temple are just a collection of mud and sand. To use my analogy, the library of the outer temple is a primitive mountain, I only know that there are mineral deposits in the mountain, but I don't know where they are, let alone the grade and attributes of the mineral deposits, and I don't know whether the things I find are really treasure mines, and I don't know whether the things I have learned really meet my needs.

But I have seen the collection of books in the private small library of Uncle Zhuji, and I am the only one among the three generations of disciples who can enter the library of Master Xie Daoqing to borrow classics. Compared with the two, the gap is like a world of earth. Uncle Zhuji's private library is mostly those cultivation classics that they like, and most of them are genuine products that they have traded through various channels. Compared with the library of the outer temple, it is like the mineral sand that has been mined and piled up on the freight yard, and it is clearly a pile of wealth. What's more, many of the books in Uncle Zhuji's collection are rare books, and even the remnants of powerful monks handed down from ancient times, and the value of these things is immeasurable.

Many times, when the foundation builders walked the rivers and lakes, they would always collect a lot of strange things. Sometimes it is to trade from the market, sometimes it is to kill people and steal goods, sometimes it is to explore the ruins of those ancient tombs, or to listen to lectures in front of the powerful monks, or to communicate with friends and colleagues. There will always be a lot of things that you can't understand, can't distinguish, can't distinguish, and can't put down.

For example, today's piece of rubbings from an inscription in front of the mausoleum of Ge Taiqing Jun, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, was in the hands of the master of the ancestor Xie Daoqing five hundred years ago, and then into the hands of Xie Daoqing one hundred and fifty years ago, and into the hands of Xie Baoqin's master thirty years ago, and Xie Zhen's aunt, who ranked seventh, and then was dug up by me.

But I can decipher the rubbings of that inscription, and I can recognize those thunder seal runes that were popular in other doors between 50,000 and 47,000 years ago, and I still have to rely on the many tomes I "borrowed" from my ancestors.

Hehe, sometimes, I can't quite guess what kind of person my ancestor is. According to the possibilities I have enumerated in exhaustive methods, if the master was an extremely chaotic evil person who acted unscrupulously, that is, the demon cultivator said, she would have sliced me into pieces a long time ago. And if the ancestor is a kind monk in the opposite direction, then some of the unspoken rules in the sect will not be so ruthless, so that I am always very cold when I see it clearly, and I always dare not really show my loyalty to her.

But in any case, Shizu was "generous" to me, always opening his library to let me choose the classics I wanted, and always patiently answering my questions when I asked her. It can be said that the books she provided to me were all real treasures like real gold and jewelry, and many holes were carved into the higher heavens in my cognitive world. Although she forbade me to disseminate the contents of the texts to any of the other three generations of disciples, the benefits I received were real.

Today, a new edict appeared on the jade pendant she gave me, giving me new and higher authority.

"······ of the Flying Dragon Palace"

I sighed in my heart.

How does this make me good?

Women are complicated, they were like this in the previous life, and they are still like this in this life. Who knows, what is Xie Daoqing, a woman who has lived for one hundred and fifty years, thinking in her heart?

I saw that she fixed her face and demeanor in a twenty-two-year-old appearance, dressed in a green robe, and a ribbon was simply tied into a bun. Plain and plain, it's like a woman on TV I've seen before.

Thanks to that powerful golden finger, I now know who the woman I saw on TV when I was seventeen years old when I returned to my hometown in China. A Hong Kong woman named Zhou Haimei plays a woman named Zhou Zhiruo, who is the same cold, the same eyes that are a little disgusted, and the same who is a little sensitive.

I secretly wondered, I had never seen Shizu's partner, let alone heard rumors about her love, could it be that her private life was very discordant, so she made a lot of strange rules and regulations in Lianyunfeng?

But now it's different.

Flying Dragon Palace, flying dragon in the sky, no need to hide, no need to change.

Therefore, from now on, I am a true senior brother, and I am also a true disciple on Lianyun Peak who has been truly recognized by the Xie family.

What's more, I finally had the opportunity to get in touch with those foundation-building methods and cultivation knowledge above the foundation, and these things were hidden in the Flying Dragon Palace.

And I am one of the few people in Lian Yunfeng who has been from a poor family for fifty years and can get this kind of qualification.

Many of the twenty-five foundation building disciples of the second generation were born in the family of cultivators. In their family, there is also a Jindan real person. They are all cultivated and co-ordinated by the Xiuzhen Gate Valve family.

But the poor are always embarrassed.

The Liu Guanghe mentioned earlier, he had a conflict with me when I was getting started. Hell, I don't know what the reason was, but he and I got into a fight in the library in the outer sanctum, and he smashed a book in the face.

Then I picked up the book, and then I knew something weird.

Now that I think about it, what a wonderful man he was. Maybe he's like me, looking up at the sky, seeing something that shouldn't be seen, and then having some more troubles that teenagers shouldn't have. Seeing that I, the person who had robbed him of his position as a senior brother, not only was he not jealous, but he felt a kind of melancholy and pity, so he used an inexplicable means to remind me in a subtle way. It's really fun.

It's a pity that my acting skills are better than his, so I have made it all the way to the present.

"Senior brother, you are in a daze there again. Liu Xiaoqin shouted from afar.

"It's almost time. How about we eat first? After eating, I'm going to see Senior Sister Baoqin, you yourself are cultivating here, and you have to do a good job of the homework I listed for you. I'll check when I get back in the afternoon. Make a mistake with a rune and hit the palm of your hand. ”

"Senior brother, you're like this again, you're not coming..." The little girl stomped her feet in a fit of rage.

But the nose stood up.

Hehe, my cooking skills can inherit the essence of the two worlds, and after the refining and processing of my powerful golden finger, I have already conquered the little girl's tongue and pinched her stomach. Otherwise, why would I let her be my little dog leg willingly, and be tortured by my cultivation plan to death, but always have to stay by my side and refuse to leave?

Pushing open the door, the backyard is a botanical garden that I have cleared. The area is not large, only 90 steps long and 50 steps wide, but the aura is strong, and according to the standard, it can be regarded as a fifth-class spiritual field. This small piece of land is also my benefit as a senior brother. After enjoying my cooking skills one time, Shizu also personally helped me design the magic circle and provided a lot of seeds. With the magic circle ripening and the spiritual energy nourishing, the output of this piece of land is not small, enough to cope with the diet of seven or eight people.

Then I have to say, isn't it me and Liu Xiaoqin? Why are there seven or eight people?

Hehe, do you have fewer people to eat?

Among the third-generation disciples, only Liu Xiaoqin can enter and exit my room casually, but what about the second-generation foundation building uncles?

Sure enough, here I picked the ingredients for the day from the vegetable garden, and over there I saw a large piece of freshly cut beef on the kitchen table, a large red-scaled fish with two hands in the water tank, and five large white turtles on the ground.

Then, there were three birdmen sitting in my study, holding the daily record I wrote to Liu Xiaoqin, and the little girl was tested there, and the little girl's tortured hair was messed up.

Who are the three birdmen?

In addition to my master Xie Kang, my seventh aunt Xie Zhen, and my eleventh uncle Xie De, who else can these three birdmen be?

One likes beef, the other likes fish, and the other likes turtles, and I know who will come to eat by looking at the extra ingredients in the kitchen!

If there is extra white jade bamboo shoots, it is Aunt Wang Gui, if there are extra wild geese, it is Uncle Lu Yun, and if there is more tofu, it is the second uncle Liu Fang, that is, Liu Changhe's father. The least common thing is that there will be a large pot of fruit, and that is the last of the seven people left behind by Lian Yunfeng, Senior Aunt Lin Keya, who is ranked twenty-first.

As for the old man, hehe, the uncles came to eat with the ingredients, and she slipped me, the chef, over.

Her kitchen, that's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

It's the real Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

There is really a tiger garden behind the kitchen, where hundreds of tigers are raised for food. The ice storage in the kitchen is also sealed with a large piece of meat more than ten meters long, which is a piece of dragon meat brought out by the ancestor from Shangyang Palace, and it is said that it was also thrown to the ancestor casually after the predecessor Yuanying Donghai slaughtered the dragon clan in Shangyang Palace.

A huge green dragon three hundred meters long, and a fifteen-meter-long piece of flesh in the middle of the body appeared in the ice vault of the ancestor. After more than 50 years of alchemy, Japanese medicine, and cooking, I have only eaten a third of it.

Thinking about such myths and legends that are close at hand, how can I not look up to the high mountain of the Great True Monarch of Lin Beihe, who is said to have eaten tens of thousands of dragons!