"Whew-"

Fang Yun let out a long breath and shook his dizzy head, feeling that his whole body was paralyzed and weak, and the surrounding environment returned to his residence. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm finally back!" he smiled bitterly, every time he entered the ancient sword and returned, he was exhausted, as if he had walked between life and death, and he really didn't want to experience more.

Lying quietly on the ground, closing his eyes and relieving himself, he raised his palm and opened it slowly, only to see a small blue sword the size of an embroidery needle appear in front of him.

"It's ...... Is this the spirit sword......? I really have to bring it out?" he sat up with excitement as his eyes widened.

Looking left and right at this embroidery needle sword, I almost want to scold my mother, what is the use of such an embroidery needle?

Not to mention killing, even killing a mosquito is probably enough to choke!

He felt a little lost in his heart, pinched the embroidery needle with two fingers, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, only to see a trace of crystal blue on the embroidered sword, and there was a faint cold air, and he didn't know how powerful it was.

Shaking his head, in the mood of trying it out, he used the flying sword trick to drive, and suddenly swished, the embroidered small sword turned into a blue line and flew out, crisscrossing in the room, and it was extremely smart.

"Huh?" Fang Yun was a little surprised, he didn't expect the spirit sword to become so small, and after a large amount of impurities were removed, his own internal qi drove this pocket spirit sword to feel very smooth, and the speed was several times faster than before.

"Okay! How powerful is it?" He stared, pouring ten percent of his internal qi into the pocket spirit sword, and with a sudden buzz, blue lines shot out, passing through the door panel at an incredibly fast speed.

Fang Yun was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly made a move with his hand, and with a bang, the blue line came back through the door panel from more than a dozen feet away, and fell staggering into his hand.

The tip of his nose was a little sweaty, Fang Yun felt that it was so full of strength to drive a back and forth, so he consumed all the remaining ten percent of the internal qi after striking the iron, although this spirit sword was small, it could consume a lot of internal qi.

Walking to the door panel, I squinted and saw that there were two more needle-sized holes on the door panel, through which I could see the night sky outside, and the sky was quietly full of stars.

He couldn't help but be a little disappointed, just two fine holes, to say that killing people is still not powerful enough!

As soon as this thought came to him, suddenly, a large ice crystal emerged from the two fine holes, and soon diffused into the size of a wine glass.

"Huh? This is ...... Is this the effect of the water system elemental force?" he stared, and couldn't help but reveal surprise.

As soon as his mind moved, he wanted to control the spirit sword to put it away, but who knew that a scene that surprised him even more happened, the spirit sword turned into a blue line, and flew into his stomach with a bang, and there was no trace of it.

Fang Yun was startled, and hurriedly touched his stomach with both hands, vaguely feeling that the spirit sword was being collected into the dantian, so he took up the mysterious exercise and looked inside, and finally saw that the blue crystal spirit sword was hovering peacefully in his dantian, and the silk threads of internal qi were pulled into the spirit sword, as if it was warming this thing.

couldn't help but smile bitterly and patted his stomach, "It's good for you to get here and get some sleep!"

At this time, it is unimaginable that the ancient sword can drill into his heart, and it is not unusual for this spirit sword forged by the mysterious oven to drill into his dantian.

Knowing that there is no one to guide the cultivation, I don't understand a lot of things, and now I am just a handyman, only by further improving my status and striving to enter the outer gate, or even after the inner gate, can I get in touch with more knowledge of cultivating immortals, but now I can only be cautious and take one step at a time.

Taking out the fine iron that was forged in the ancient sword space, it was only the size of a fingernail, but it was blue crystal and heavy, and there were also strands of cold air escaping, Fang Yun's heart moved, and he tried to put this fine iron into the dantian, but failed.

He shook his head, and had to wrap it in layers of cloth, stick it to the flesh and put it in his arms, and after transporting the internal qi, he could resist the slightest trace of cold. At this time, he didn't know what this fine iron was for, so he named the Phantom Blue Spirit Sword "Cold Blue Needle", and the fine iron was named "Crystal Blue Iron", and he also felt tired, so he went to bed.

This night, the crystal blue essence iron that was placed against the flesh was frozen and woke up several times, and the internal breath kept running all the time before it could resist it.

When I woke up at dawn, not only did my internal qi increase a little, but I also felt energetic and tired.

He was quite surprised, it seemed that whether it was the cold blue needle or this crystal blue essence iron, they were all great treasures!

This trip to the ancient sword space has been very rewarding!

......

After a bit of freshening up, Fang Yun went out in a good mood, and together with Wang Baobao, he came to the Zongmen Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

On the way, Wang Baobao has already introduced that the Scripture Pavilion of the sect is divided into several, the Inner Door Scripture Pavilion and the Outer Gate Scripture Pavilion, and the Sword Casting Palace and the Carved Sword Palace each have two, so it adds up to a total of four.

Since Fang Yun's current identity was only a miscellaneous servant, he shared this Outer Gate Scripture Pavilion with the outer disciples.

At this time, the sun is rising, and the morning sun shines through the mist and sprinkles on an antique five-story pavilion, and the plaque at the door reads "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion".

Standing at the door and looking up, Fang Yun couldn't help but be excited, he was a young man who was striking iron in the countryside, and finally one day he would stand in front of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion of the Sword Casting Gate and start the road of cultivating immortals!

Seeing Fang Yun's excited appearance, Wang Baobao smiled, "Senior Brother Fang, the first time I entered this Scripture Pavilion, I was just as excited as you, the number of books in it is beyond your imagination, but although there are many books, they are not free to read, I have only read one-tenth of them over the years! I will give you some guidance later, so that you can choose the most suitable books for you to read first." ”

Fang Yun thought that he was short of someone to guide him, so he hurriedly thanked him.

Wang Baobao smiled and walked in with him.

When he came in, Fang Yun's eyes were stunned for a moment, and he was stunned when he looked at the scene in front of him.

I saw that the first floor of hundreds of zhang was full of rows of bookshelves, and there were hundreds of books on each row of shelves.

Fang Yun had only stayed in Qingyun Village before, and the few books he had occasionally read were only used by the master to teach him to read, and when he saw the mountain of books in front of him at first glance, he really had a feeling of heartbeat, as if there was a mountain of wealth in front of him.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Fang, these books didn't scare you, did they?" Wang Baobao said with a smile on the side.

Fang Yun calmed down, finally relieved, stretched out his hand and pointed to the bookshelf in front of him, meaning to say, "Where do we start?"

Wang Baobao smiled and said: "The first layer is all about the geography of mountains and rivers, humanities and history, and the introduction of the Great Yuan Dynasty's immortal cultivation sect. ”