Walking out of the house, a gust of breeze blew, which lifted He Weiji's spirit slightly.

Not far to the left is Zhang Qiuchi's quiet room, which is very quiet at the moment. Zhang Qiuchi was more seriously injured than himself, and he was still asleep, He Weiji didn't dare to disturb him, and stopped outside the door for a moment before slowly leaving.

Such a major event has happened in Jiuqu Cave Heaven, and according to the rules of the sect, a sect meeting will inevitably be held to discuss various matters and adjudicate the rewards and punishments of disciples. However, Zhang Qiuchi, as one of the main parties, has not yet woken up, so the sect conference was naturally postponed for a few days, and the "trial" of He Weiji was also postponed.

On the way to the Tibetan Scripture Building, most of the disciples who walked looked solemn and did not smile, and the entire Liuyang Mountain was faintly filled with a sad atmosphere.

"Yes, Xuanyi Zhenren is newly mourned, and the whole Qingxu Sect is in mourning. Thinking of this, the scene of Xuanyi Zhenren leading six disciples, including himself, to step into the Great Big Dipper Starlight Array to resist the Red Evil Old Man's Hundred Miles of Blood River appeared in He Weiji's mind again. Although this uncle is silent on weekdays and has little communication with other disciples, he will probably never forget that short and tenacious back and the sentence "the right way in the world".

The reward and punishment for oneself is small, and the great demon tide that is coming in ten years is the top priority that presses on the hearts of all Qingxumen. In addition to the head of the Qingxu Sect, there were only four elders, but now the death of the Xuanyi Zhenren has made the already weak strength of the Qingxu Sect even weaker. Fortunately, there is also a huge spirit gathering stone vein, which can be exchanged for more resources, so that Kong Ming Zhenren has a little more confidence in facing the great demon tide that occurs once in six hundred years.

The scripture building of the Qingxu Sect is a three-story pavilion, the ground floor stores the basic Taoism of the Qingxu Sect "Taiyi Zhenjing" and various miscellaneous books that record the life world, and the middle layer stores the collected and self-created spells of the Qingxu Sect in the past dynasties. The top floor enshrines the best secret forbidden techniques of the Qingxu Sect, and without the master's warrant, even the Xuanjing real person who is in charge of the Tibetan Scripture Building is not allowed to enter and exit at will.

When he came to the scripture building, He Weiji first saw a familiar figure. The little junior brother Yao Wuji was sitting on the steps outside the scripture building, looking into the distance in a daze, and his eyes lit up when he saw He Weiji: "Senior Brother He, are you awake?"

He Weiji asked: "You are on duty in the Scripture Building today, why don't you stay inside, but sit on the steps?"

Yao Wuyi shook his head: "Master himself is on duty today, and he called me over, but he didn't let me in." ”

He Weiji knew that his little junior brother, although he was a disciple of Xuan Jingzhen, the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Building, but except for the days when he was on duty, he would rarely go to the Tibetan Scripture Building, either to go to the Gathering Spirit Hall to find a real person to ask for advice on the method of refining weapons, or to hide alone in the quiet room and fiddle with those gadgets he made himself.

"No blame, is your sixteenth senior brother here?"

As soon as Yao Wuyi heard that the master was calling him, he hurriedly replied, "Master Qiqi, it's Senior Brother He who is here." ”

"Bring him in. ”

He Weiji asked Yao Wuji to walk into the Tibetan Scripture Building, and there was a long case at the door, and there was a kind old Taoist sitting behind him, who was the Elder Xuan Jing who was in charge of the Tibetan Scripture Building.

When Xuan Jing Zhenren saw the two, he didn't talk to He Weiji first, and directly beckoned Yao Wuji to step forward, and then picked up a book from the case and threw it to him.

Yao Wuji looked down and saw that it was a copy of "Shangqing Fufa". "Master, ...... you are?"

Xuan Jing Zhenren pointed to Yao Wuyi's head and said: "On weekdays, you don't do your job, and you don't say anything about you as a teacher, but when is it now? There are still ten years, and the great demon tide that occurs once in six hundred years is coming, how can you be so lax? Fiddling with the rags in your house all day long, can you kill the evil demons or protect the mortal world? As a teacher, he opens an altar and preaches in the scripture building every month, and he doesn't see you come to listen once!"

"Master, I know that I am wrong. Yao Wujiao knew that he was wrong, and he lowered his head and did not dare to refute.

"This book of "Shangqing Runes" was obtained by your ancestor from his travels, from a loose cultivator who claimed to have obtained the inheritance of the ancient Shangqing School. The elder ancestor of my Qingxu Sect established the sect with a sword, and he was not good at talismans, and most of the talismans he practiced in the sect now originated from this book. In the past ten years, you don't want to make a difference, just study the talismans in the book for the teacher, and you will have to test you once a year for the teacher in the future. ”

"Yes, Master. Yao Wuyi didn't like to practice talismans, but the master had to obey it, so he agreed very reluctantly.

"Rabbit cub, this 'Shangqing Rune' is the thing at the bottom of the box for the teacher, and you are not happy to practice for you!" Xuan Jing Zhenren saw Yao Wuyi's appearance, he was angry in his heart, and he was about to fight, but his palm was just raised and put down, and he said with a smile, "You run to your uncle all day long, why haven't you grown at all?" He didn't tell you that the art of refining weapons must be combined with the rune array in order to refine the high-grade magic weapon? ”

When Yao Wuyi heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Master, what do you mean?"

Xuan Jing Zhenren slapped the table and said angrily: "Take the book, get out!"

"Hehe, thank you, Master!" Yao Wuji smiled and took the "Shangqing Fufa" into his arms, waved his hand at He Weiji and said, "Senior Brother He, then I'll go back first?"

"There you go. ”

Looking at the back of Yao Wuyi leaving with a smoke, Xuan Jing really smiled, and couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

"Uncle Xuanjing, you are too fond of your little junior brother. He Weiji couldn't help but speak out, and there was a smile in his words.

"No blame, this kid, talent is rare in a hundred years, he is a first-class cultivation genius, no matter what he learns, he can understand everything. The mantle of my rune, Qu Muxi's elm head can't be counted on, only Wujiao can inherit it, but he doesn't like runes. If it weren't for the casual conversation with my uncle a few days ago, I wouldn't have known that this kid was so interested in the art of refining. But after all, he is my apprentice, how can he do it without cultivating talismans?"

Xuan Jing Zhenren has always been gentle and amiable, and when talking to He Weiji, he does not have the frame of an elder, but is similar to an ordinary posture. Because of this, he has a very good image among all the second-generation disciples of Qingxu, and he is in charge of the Tibetan Scripture Building, so many disciples like to come to the Tibetan Scripture Building to borrow scriptures after earning the Mengong Spiritual Deed, and by the way, they chat with Xuan Jing Zhenren, and Xuan Jing Zhenren is also happy to point out the juniors in the door. Only Yao Wuyi, his most valued disciple in the house, rarely came to the scripture building, and almost did not listen to him preach and teach the Fa, which made him very distressed.

He Weiji said with a smile: "So Uncle Shi, you thought of using the little junior brother's obsession with the art of refining weapons, and bring the talisman to him together, after all, in order to improve the magic weapon he refined, the little junior brother will do everything." ”

"That's right, this hand is still what you gave me advice from Uncle Yi. Xuan Jing Zhenren shook his head, very proud, and after a while, he remembered He Weijilai, and hurriedly asked, "Look at my brain, I almost forgot." Are you better?"

"Holding the first uncle's own hand refining is still scattered, and the disciple's injury is almost healed. ”

Xuan Jing Zhenren nodded: "That's good, that's good." You've recovered from your injuries, why don't you go to your master to say hello and come to my scripture building?"

He Weiji said slightly: "The disciple made a big mistake this time, not only violated the order of the head of the family, but also affected the senior brother, and now he is still ...... I don't dare to ask my master for peace,"

"What else do you dare not say to me? Your master has always boasted of being fair and very good-looking, even if he punishes you privately, he will punish you severely. He is naturally iron-faced and selfless, and has a clear conscience, but you are afraid that others will gossip. If your punishment is adjudicated at the sect meeting, no matter how severe it is, it will be a joint decision of our elders, and there will be no reason for others to chew on the root of their tongues anymore. ”

"Uncle Xuanjing, haven't you guessed everything? He Weiji did have a little bit of caution, but now he was a little embarrassed to be told by Xuan Jing Zhenren.

"You, if you don't want to make it difficult for your master, you came to me to set a trap, and you want your Uncle Xuanjing to say some good things to you at the sect conference and reduce the punishment?"

"How dare a disciple!" He Weiji hurriedly denied, "I came to the Scripture Collection Building today for something else." There are still ten years left before the Great Demon Tide, and the disciple's talent is dull, and the cultivation is slow to enter the realm, so I want to come to Uncle Shi to see what scriptures and classics can be beneficial to the disciple's cultivation. ”

Xuan Jing Zhenren sighed: "Although your talent is not top-notch, in terms of cultivation diligence, there are few people in the entire Qingxu Sect who can compare to you. No blame, bastard, if you work half as hard, I don't have to worry about him every day. ”

"Ten horses, stupid birds fly first, disciples know that they are stupid, so they can only spend more stupid strength. ”

"You see, that's modest. Xuan Jing Zhenren smiled and said: "That's it, that's it! It's still the old rule, how many spirit deeds you bring, I'll give you a calculation." ”

"The disciple didn't bring a spiritual contract this time, but there was one thing, and I asked my uncle to help identify it. After speaking, He Weiji took out the silver filigree moire pen of the Pingshan Great Sage from the treasure bag and handed it over.

Taking the pen, Xuan Jing Zhenren glanced at it, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't move it anymore.