Ji Feng had cultivated in the Beiqing Hall for three months before he barely stepped into the first order of condensation, which was the slowest among the many disciples, although Ji Feng was prepared, but the situation of this trough cake was still beyond Ji Feng's expectations. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The so-called "Zihua Qi Condensation Method" is to introduce Zihua's qi into the body, and then protect the aura to break through the meridians, because the purple qi is born in the rising sun, and it is easy to break the meridians. However, Ji Feng's talent is not high, even with the help of Zihua's qi, it is not easy to penetrate the meridians of the whole body.

Especially the seven big acupoints on Ji Feng's body that were sealed, which made the meridians on Ji Feng's body even more blocked, as if they were the moat on Ji Feng's cultivation road. At the beginning, in order to compete, Ji Feng asked Master Xiao Yi to use the Seven Acupoints Pain Method on himself to seal the seven major acupoints, but it has become the biggest obstacle today.

But even so, Ji Feng will not regret it, let alone blame Master Xiao Yi, just like Master Xiao Yi said, "Since you have decided, you can't change it, even if the end of this road is death, you can only keep going."

At that time, Ji Feng already had the consciousness of gambling everything, so losing was not such a terrible thing for Ji Feng, what really scared Ji Feng was that he didn't even have the capital to gamble.

In the past three months, Ji Feng has slowly cultivated according to what Uncle Yan said, and the only result is that the meridians in Ji Feng's right arm have all been penetrated, and Ji Feng can even skillfully control the Zihua Qi that enters his right arm, but the Jiquan Acupoint under his arm is as stable as a stone rock, although Ji Feng manipulated the Zihua Qi to collide with the Jiquan Acupoint many times, the Jiquan Acupoint is like a pool of stagnant water, and it has never moved.

On that day, Ji Feng did a morning class at the top of the peak and walked down the peak. A few days ago, all the disciples were very curious about Ji Feng, after all, people who could enter Donghua Gate from the extreme north were rare in a hundred years.

But after cultivating for a period of time, Ji Feng's poor cultivation progress made everyone lose interest, Ji Feng didn't have anything special except that he didn't like to talk and was indifferent, and even many disciples of Shouyang Hall thought that Ji Feng just got into Donghua Gate by luck, or just followed Gongsun Jun to get into Donghua Gate.

Ji Feng didn't bother to explain this, Ji Feng just wanted to find news of his grandfather and parents. In these three months, Ji Feng had some understanding of Donghuamen, and after everyone's attention to Ji Feng also faded, Ji Feng started his own business.

The first thing to go to is the Scripture Pavilion, which not only has books such as scriptures and exercises, but also strange books and strange aspirations. In March, Ji Feng saw that his grandfather Ji Yang had not looked for him, and he had long wanted to come to the Scripture Pavilion to find some traces, but Lu Zhiyao said that the old man who was taking care of the Scripture Pavilion was in a bad mood these days, so don't provoke him, so Ji Feng pushed it again and again.

There are seven floors in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the disciples of the three halls can enter, but the disciples who have cultivated in the condensation period can only enter the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. This scripture pavilion is located at the junction of the Shouyang Hall and the Beiqing Palace, covers an extremely wide area, towering into the clouds, can be called a peak in Donghua Mountain.

Ji Feng lowered his head and silently walked towards the door of the Scripture Pavilion,

"Ji Feng?" there was a hint of surprise in the soft voice, not sure.

Ji Feng looked up, there were two people standing in front of him, the person who spoke, he was very good, he was short, and he couldn't hide his natural beauty at all, but he had a different style.

"Rong Qingyou?"

"You have also joined the Donghua Gate?" Rong Qingyou had heard that there was a person named Ji Feng who joined the Donghua Gate from the extreme north, and he couldn't believe that it was Ji Feng of the Famous Sword Gate.

"Yes. "Ji Feng almost didn't recognize Rong Qingyou, when he was in the famous sword gate, Rong Qingyou was pampered by the master of the sect, Xun Chengyun, and he was arrogant, and the disciples in the door were all respectful and kept away, Ji Feng even quarreled with him several times, but today, Rong Qingyou has a calm temperament, which is as unreasonable as it was at the beginning.

In addition to greetings, the two of them didn't say anything more, and Ji Feng also delayed time, lowered his head and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"This person is so rude, but there are not many people who can make Senior Sister Rong stop. ”

The girl next to Rong Qingyou waited for Ji Feng to go away, and said with some resentment, although she said so, she had a shallow smile on her face, which showed that this person had never blamed Ji Feng at all, just to avoid embarrassing Rong Qingyou and relieve him, this girl's heart was so delicate.

"Senior Sister Shangguan, don't laugh at me, it's just that I met in the world before, and I don't know each other. Rong Qingyou patted the arm of the girl next to her and said coquettishly.

"But this man didn't even look at me, hmph, it's so rude. The girl also chuckled out loud, tender and unforgettable, this Shangguan Wan'er, looking from afar like a newborn sunrise, is like a popu, and her appearance is better than Rong Qingyou.

"He is like this in the world, usually indifferent, but when he is fierce, he is really fierce. ”

"I see. Shangguan Wan'er naturally didn't have any interest in Ji Feng, but when ordinary disciples saw her, they either showed more courtesy, or they cowered and didn't dare to speak out, and today Ji Feng didn't even look at each other, which made Shangguan Wan'er a little surprised.

Ji Feng walked to the door of the Scripture Pavilion, and saw a group of old men lying on a bench in the shade of the tree, a dark blue coat with black velvet trim was as deep as the old bark, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were deep, and he looked quietly into the distance, his eyes were wandering and unfocused, and he whispered in his mouth:

"Little catfish, I miss you so much, I used so many pills to raise you and fatten you up, but I haven't eaten you yet, and I was the first to kill a thousand knives. If Heaven gives me another chance, I will definitely eat you sooner, and besides, I will definitely break that man's body into ten thousand pieces..."

Ji Feng listened to the old man's words, his steps froze, and his heart said, it seems that what Lu Zhiyao said is true.

The old man who took care of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion raised a secluded catfish king in the lake at the foot of the southwest mountain of Donghua Mountain, and he had been raising it for decades, but he was killed a few days ago, and he took away the inner dan, and the old man pointed to the inner dan of the catfish king to prolong his life.

A few days ago, when Ji Feng learned the news from Lu Zhiyao, he secretly said that it was not good, could it be that this catfish was the strange fish he hunted in the north of Xueyin City? The more Ji Feng thought about it, the more bad it became, so he didn't dare to come to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion for a long time, and when he came today, after listening to the words of this old man, this matter was decided nine times out of ten.

Ji Feng didn't dare to stay at the door for a long time, and quickly slipped into the Scripture Pavilion.

With so many books, it was not easy to find out the news of his grandfather Ji Yang, Ji Feng had been looking through it for a whole day and couldn't find any traces, and these books were just the tip of the iceberg on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion. Ji Feng had to ask other disciples, but for a long time, it was still unsuccessful.

No, in the end, Ji Feng could only ask the old man who was guarding the door, although Ji Feng was reluctant in his heart, but to find out the news of his grandfather, Ji Feng must do.

The old man has been guarding the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for decades, and almost all the books here are in the old man's head, and many disciples can only ask the old man if they can't find the classics they want, but the old man's temper is short-tempered, and many disciples are unwilling to ask the old man unless they have to.

Ji Feng walked in front of the old man and found that there were already other disciples lined up in front of him to ask, one of the disciples seemed to ask about the "Nine Heavens of the Supreme Dao", but unexpectedly caused the old man to be furious:

"Ge Laozi, how can you be so stupid, can you find the matters before the Ancient Period on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion? There are not even many books from the Ancient Period on this floor!"

The disciples bowed their heads one after another, without saying a word, Ji Feng, who had always been silent, couldn't help but chuckle lightly at this time, this smile was amazing, as if a fiery red soldering iron was stretched into the water, and the originally uncalm water surface suddenly boiled.

The old man slammed a book in his hand on the table beside him, this time with a lot of force, and a thin layer of dust on the bookshelf splashed violently, almost choking the old man, but the old man still held on, raised his eyebrows, and scolded angrily: "Ge Laozi, what are you laughing at." ”

When Ji Feng heard the old man talk about "Ge Laozi", Ji Feng thought of the young man who was copying the "Pure Heart Sutra" and whispering and cursing "Ge Laozi". Although the young man was very different from the age and appearance of the person in front of him, his voice was not bad at all.

Everyone was like frightened birds, cowering and not daring to make a sound, just glared at Ji Feng with a pair of round and clever little eyes, and Ji Feng couldn't continue to be silent, so he could only raise his head slightly, and whispered helplessly:

"Senior, do you want to let me copy the "Pure Heart Sutra" below?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and his face changed again:

"Still talk back, Ge Laozi! Then if you wish, copy the "Pure Heart Sutra" for me a hundred times. ”

Ji Feng was a little stunned, glanced at the old man, then lowered his head and whispered, not daring to say more.

At night, everyone went back, but Ji Feng still stayed in the scripture pavilion to copy the scriptures, but at this time, the old man's face was much better, and he didn't seem to be so angry, Ji Feng was brave and asked:

"Senior, can you find the information about Ji Yang?"

The old man looked away from an ancient book and said with a smile: "The kid is looking for someone, I will help you find it for the sake of seeing that you have copied the "Pure Heart Sutra" for me so many times." With that, he got up and walked slowly towards the bookshelf.

Ji Feng was happy in his heart, he was a blessing in disguise.

After a while, the old man walked up to Ji Feng with a stack of books, and read a little lazily: "Ji Xiu, a foundation building monk, a disciple of the Shouyang Palace, died in the Donglone Shura Field. Ji Libi, the ninth order of condensation, a disciple of the Sorrowful Qing Palace, has not been able to step into the foundation building in his life..."

Ji Feng pressed the corner of the table with one hand and said hurriedly: "Is there Ji Yang?"

"There are so many monks with the surname Ji, you can see for yourself. Seeing that his kindness was not appreciated, the old man was a little displeased.

"Is there Ji Maoyan then?" Ji Maoyan is Ji Feng's father, although Ji Feng has never seen him when he recovers his senses, but Ji Feng vaguely remembers that his parents are good parents who are willing to die at any time for him.

The old man thought about it carefully, "No. ”

"How can it not be, is the information of the person surnamed Ji here?" Ji Feng's eyes widened, the corners of the table were creaked, and he didn't want to believe it in his heart, his grandfather Ji Yang obviously left him a note, and wrote, "When you enter Donghua Gate, you will know your parents, and you can find my trace." ”

"This is only the information on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, and the information on it is not under my control. The old man's casual words suddenly gave Ji Feng a glimmer of hope.

"Then how do you enter the upper floors of the Scripture Pavilion?" Ji Feng said eagerly.

The old man's flabby face suddenly tensed, and he stared at Ji Feng with squinted eyes, and said, "Unless you reach the realm of foundation building, or become a Dao Pattern Spirit Master!"

Ji Feng was a little depressed, now that he has been cultivating for three months, he is the first order of Qi Condensation, and the foundation building period is far away, as for the Dao Pattern Master, Ji Feng has only heard of it and knows a name, but the old man's words still left Ji Feng a hope, maybe the grandfather's information is stored in the upper layers of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Next, Ji Feng didn't speak anymore, just silently copied the "Pure Heart Sutra", and this copy was overnight. On the second day, Ji Feng still had to attend morning class, and the old man didn't force him to stay, so he let Ji Feng leave.

When Ji Feng left the Scripture Pavilion, the old man took one last glance at Ji Feng's dark eyes, and the eyes that were originally almost dry flashed with a fine light in an instant, as if an ancient tree was blooming, and the vitality and momentum of a moment made people dare not force their eyes.

Watching Ji Feng walk away, the old man took out a piece of dirty jade from under the desk, slowly wiped the dust on its surface, and a round and white jade slip appeared, emitting a faint fluorescence.

Trace the origin of the fairy Jane!

The old man's divine sense penetrated, and countless words appeared in his mind in an instant,

"The number of the sun, the key to destiny......

Taiyin fate, born with different pupils, broken luck, ominous people, bad fate, not long-lived. ”

"It turned out to be the fate of Taiyin. A low and vicissitudes of life sounded, and only the old man could hear it.