Ji Ruochen closed the ancient book in his hand, rubbed his sore eyes, and sighed lightly. This is the forty-seventh biography of the immortals he has read. The deeds of the immortals contained in the book are supernatural changes, dazzling people's ears and eyes, or the elixir of the world, and the fairies go down to earth, and they are magnificent. But after reading more, Ji Ruochen also understood that most of the various immortal allusions in the book were far-fetched by later generations, or they had not seen it with their own eyes, but just came from fantasy. Although there are many immortals listed in the book, it looks like nothing more than "immortals ride the Qingxiao and ride the dragon to the Xuanbo." Qiazhen Jiaxiang, full of feet into the heavenly river. and so on. But what the fairy world looks like, there is not a word in the book.

It's no wonder that those who write books, immortals are separated by the end of the world, and ordinary people, how can they get a glimpse of the mysteries of the fairy mountain?

In fact, the scripture building where Ji Ruochen is at the moment is not much different from the fairyland. The bookshelves here are three feet high, all made of Xuanshui rosewood, which is enough to last for thousands of years. As far as the eye can see, there are endless rows and rows of bookshelves. There is a faint mist between the bookshelves, and when you pick up a book, it is like walking in the clouds.

Although this place is called the Scripture Building, there is no roof. Ji Ruochen is sitting in a corner of the top floor of the Tibetan Scripture Building at this moment, looking up, the bright moon and stars, vividly, and then looking to the side, the infinite scenery of Xixuan Mountain is in full view. There are many strange trees and fairy grasses on the upper floor of the scriptures, and now it is the flowering period of an unknown red flower, at a glance, such as the bleak clouds. As for the sea of flowers and the forest of books, there are occasional unknown spirit birds and birds flying by, so I won't mention it more.

It's just that he has been reading the legends of the immortals for many days, and he hasn't even figured out what a true immortal is, so naturally he won't understand the origin of the immortal. Yunfeng Dao Chang said, this immortal is the secret of the Daode Sect, and it cannot be passed on. Ji Ruochen naturally did not give up, and also pretended to inadvertently introduce the topic to the immortals, but the head of Yunfeng Dao refused to confide a few words. When the eight real people preached and taught, they also never mentioned the word "immortal". If he is very shrewd in human affairs and knows that this matter is taboo, he will naturally not ask more.

Ji Ruochen stretched his muscles, turned his neck a little stiff, and looked at the more than ten biographies of the immortals on his left hand that had not yet been read, and knew that he might not be able to see anything if he looked at it again. So he went to pick up a few ancient volumes placed in the corner of the table on the right instead, these volumes recorded not the ethereal immortal biography, but the real deeds of attaining enlightenment and ascension, the book contains not only the cultivation of righteous and evil cultivators throughout the ages, but even the corpse dismemberment of immortals, the sanctification of spirits are recorded, but this is only a few volumes, and the vastness of the immortal biography sprinkled with hundreds of volumes is completely different.

Syllable!

An icy hand slapped on the ancient scroll that Ji Ruochen was about to retrieve, and the well-trimmed nails were only a fraction away from Ji Ruochen's fingers, and his fingertips seemed to feel the sharp breath coming from that slender hand.

This hand is as white as snow, delicate and abundant, and a small yin and yang taiji diagram is painted on the index finger nail, and when you gaze at it, this taiji diagram seems to be slowly rotating, and unconsciously sucks Ji Ruochen's gaze into it.

Ji Ruochen only felt that his brain was "buzzing", so he hurriedly calmed down, forcibly pulled his gaze away from the Taiji diagram, and landed on the delicate skin like clotted fat. Looking up along this hand, passing the jade bracelet, climbing up the apricot blossom flowing cloud sleeve, then crossed the shoulder, and stayed on the black pearl earrings for a while, and finally stopped on a pair of starry eyes as black as ink, and greeted with a smile: "Miss Yin Yin, how are you doing lately?"

But in his heart, he was secretly sighing that time passed like a white horse, and the seven days of quiet time that he had finally obtained passed unconsciously.

Zhang Yinyin looked slightly thinner than before at this time, and her face was a little pale after not seeing the light of day for a long time, she stared at Ji Ruochen, suddenly curled the corners of her mouth, bloomed a bright smile like a spring flower, and said in a long tone: "Okay, of course I'm very good! After seven days of cultivating my mind in the Tianxin Cave, I only rely on clear water and white porridge to survive, after this kind of pure cultivation and meditation, can I still be bad?"

Ji Ruochen couldn't help but smile when he saw that her expression and posture were very different from her usual coquettishness, and said, "Miss Yin Yin, Zi Qingzhen is hard-faced and soft-hearted, he actually loves you very much, and he will never intentionally embarrass you." Seven days of penance in Tianxin Cave is actually very beneficial to cultivation, and this is also a good idea for Zi Qing people to cultivate you......"

"Cultivate you ghost!"

Zhang Yinyin was provoked by him, and his grievances for many days turned into anger and suddenly burst out. Before she came, she had repeatedly warned herself that she must not be taken advantage of by this little ghost's words again, and now she was angry and angry, and she had already thrown that bit of concentration out of the clouds.

Zhang Yinyin grabbed a stack of ancient books in front of her, and the Taiji diagram on the tip of her left index finger suddenly ran rapidly, these thick ancient scrolls were rolled up by an invisible force, and two or three of them were already out of her fingers, hanging in the air, and she was about to smash into Ji Ruochen's head with her head covered by her face.

Ji Ruochen didn't want her to reveal her true nature just after saying a word, and when she was startled, she was too late to avoid it, and hurriedly shouted: "Damage an ancient scroll and repair it for seven days!"

Zhang Yinyin immediately remembered that he had been sitting in a damp cave for seven days, but he had been living with white porridge for seven days, and his whole body trembled with fright. The heavy scrolls also trembled, and the object control technique almost failed, and the few books that were hanging in the air almost fell to the ground. Zhang Yinyin dodged, and after a while, he caught more than ten ancient scrolls one by one, and carefully sent them back to the table, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as the ancient scroll returned to its original position, Zhang Yinyin saw Ji Ruochen's strange smile at a glance, and in an instant, he was angry again, and suddenly grabbed it with his backhand, and there was already a blue glazed turtle pattern vase in his hand.

Ji Ruochen had already jumped up from the chair at this time, and while flashing to the side, he shouted: "Thirty days of thinking about damaging spiritual objects!"

"Thirty days!" Zhang Yinyin gasped, the vase was held high, but he finally didn't dare to smash it.

She was so angry that she shouted, "You, you, nonsense! Why didn't I know there were so many messy door rules!?"

Ji Ruochen replied almost instinctively: "Don't respect the door rules, clean the Sanqing Hall for a month...... Ah, that's not what I meant. He scratched his head and said, "I remember that the punishment for damaging the scroll is listed in the second part of the door rules, the third part of the eleventh item, and the punishment for damaging the spiritual object is in the ninth item. If you don't believe me, we can look it up now. ”

Zhang Yinyin was anxious and angry, but he didn't dare to make a mistake, carefully put the vase back in place, and said angrily: "Have you memorized the entire department rules?"

Ji Ruochen smiled and didn't answer.

"You, you...... Hello!" Zhang Yinyin couldn't vent his anger, and slapped the desk heavily at the moment. She shot angrily with this shot, and unconsciously used a trace of true yuan. With a slam on the ground, a thin wave of thick ink in the inkstone suddenly surged, like a specific and slight black dragon, rushing up, and then snapping softly, imprinting a big ink flower on the cover of an ancient scroll.

"Ah!?it's seven days again......" Zhang Yinyin's whole body trembled, and her face was as white as paper, she only came out of the Tianxin Cave yesterday!

The quarrel between the two had already alarmed the Taoists on duty in the Tibetan Scripture Building. As the footsteps came from far to near, Zhang Yinyin's face became more and more pale. Her body trembled slightly, and she wanted to escape a little, but how could she escape from the palm of the Taoist on duty? She had the heart to plant the blame on Ji Ruochen, and then remembered that the real people were extremely biased, and it was good to plant anyone's booty by herself, but Ji Ruochen couldn't move him. And in a few confrontations, this kid is as slippery as a loach, and he doesn't come to plant his spoils, which is already generous.

At the thought of entering the Tianxin Cave to cultivate again, Zhang Yinyin only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and his hands and feet began to become numb. For her, who is used to being pampered, facing the wall and cultivating is really more sad than killing her.

Just when she was at a loss, Ji Ruochen suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Don't worry, when the Taoist chief on duty comes over for a while, he will say that I soiled this book." I see that you can't endure hardship, and I will give you the calamity of facing the wall in the past seven days. ”

"You ......" Zhang Yinyin thought that he had misheard for a while, and opened his mouth to stammer, but it took a long time to come back to his senses and say: "You will have such a good heart? Say, what are your plans?"

Ji Ruochen glanced at her, stretched out his hand and gently pulled the inkstained scroll in front of him, and suddenly smiled and said, "Miss Yin Yin, you are already so beautiful now, you will be a fairy-like character when you grow up." ”

Zhang Yinyin was thirteen years old, and he had never heard such a straightforward and explicit compliment in person, he was stunned for a while, and he snorted softly, only to feel that the blood in his whole body instantly rushed to his face, and even the roots of his ears burned in panic.

But such vulgar words praising women, Ji Ruochen has said hundreds or thousands of times in the past few years, and it is extremely familiar and flowing, straightforward and eager, as if it came from his heart. He looked at the ink on his fingertips and continued: "It's just that the fairy must have the dignity of a fairy, and I will return it to you when that Zixia Ding turns around, Miss Yin Yin, you will let me go from now on!"

Zhang Yinyin only felt that his heart was in chaos, and when he didn't know how to answer, the Taoist on duty had already stepped out of the clouds and mist, and said, "What's so noisy?"

He immediately saw the defaced scroll on the table, and his face changed immediately. Zhang Yinyin's face began to turn pale again, she was still suspecting that Ji Ruochen had another plan, but at this moment, when the Taoist on duty was really in front of her, she was afraid that Ji Ruochen would break her word and get fat, and would not block this disaster for her. Even if he has a plan, as long as he can avoid the seven-day Qing Xiu, she is willing to give ten Zixia Ding.

Ji Ruochen waved at the Taoist on duty, and said apologetically: "Daoist, I accidentally stained this ancient scroll. Zhang Yinyin's face was much more ruddy, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Taoist on duty originally had an angry face, but when he saw that it was Ji Ruochen and Zhang Yinyin, his face was much more relaxed, and he said, "It turned out to be Ruochen and Yin Yin." Although I don't want to embarrass you, my moral sect has strict rules, and if I damage the scroll, I should enter the Tianxin Cave for seven days to cultivate, unless the Ziyang Zhenren who is in charge of the portal has other graces......"

Ji Ruochen smiled and said, "Master has never been selfish, and he will not make an exception for me." ”

The Taoist on duty nodded and said: "That's the case, then Ruochen, you can follow me into the Heavenly Heart Cave, and I will send someone to get it for you later." ”

At this time, it is already past noon, and if you enter the cave to cultivate now, it can also be counted as a day. The person on duty was quite considerate of Ji Ruochen. Ji Ruochen didn't say much, hurriedly packed up a few things, and left with the Taoist on duty. He actually had other plans in his heart: "Tomorrow, that little Taoist priest of Mingyun should also come out of the Tianxin Cave, and then there will be another entanglement." Well, this time in the cave, it is another seven days of quiet days, not bad, not bad. ”

As for the Mingxin who has repeatedly caused incidents, because he is disrespectful and arrogant, it is not as simple as cultivating in the Tianxin Cave. He had to meditate in the ashram for seven days and forty-nine days before he could forget it. At this time, there is still a considerable period of time before Mingxin comes out. The rest of the little Taoist priests present that day were also punished differently, and Zhang Yinyin's punishment was the lightest in comparison, which was of course the result of looking at Jing Xiao's real face.

That Zhang Yin stood in place, staring at the direction of Ji Ruochen's departure in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking.

When the morning bell came, Ji Ruochen opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of pale yellow smoke, slowly opening his eyes, and taking in everything in the cave. Counting up, this is the early morning of the seventh day, and at noon, there will be a Taoist priest on duty in Tianxin Cave to lift the ban at the entrance of the cave and let him out of the cave.

The stone cave where Ji Ruochen lives is different. Under his seat is a blue ice stone cushion, which has the effect of calming the mind. There was a Zixia Town Soul Ding beside him, and wisps of Daluo Five Immortal Smoke slowly erupted from the Dingkou. On the other side of the stone cave, there is a small table, on which are placed more than a dozen volumes of Taoist scriptures, and there are several bottles of elixir. On the top of the cave hangs a purple and black wooden plaque, which is engraved with a picture of the Nine Dragons Immortal Tour, which can be used to gather wood qi from all directions, which is of great benefit to the cultivators.

What a show! Even if the Eight Veins are cultivating here, it's just that.

After entering the cave, Ji Ruochen left behind all miscellaneous studies, and just buried himself in penance and cultivated the Taiqing Holy Secret. After meditating for seven days, he finally absorbed the crystal qi obtained from the amethyst hexagram, and the true yuan was once again integrated, and there was no flaw at all. It's just that the true yuan is easy to cultivate, but the hidden injuries of the meridians and viscera are not so easy to heal. Whenever he carried the true yuan and breathed in the aura of heaven and earth, the meridians would still ache faintly. Ji Ruochen suffered this loss, and already understood that this dissociation immortal recipe should not be used lightly, in case he missed again which Dao Gate magic weapon, then with his slight end of the Dao line, the meridians would definitely explode on the spot, and the Yuan Shen would dissipate, I am afraid that even the immortals would not be able to save him.

He silently chanted the true secret, slowly collected the true yuan around him, and hid it in the mystery. These seven days of cultivation are about to be completed. Just when Ji Ruochen finished chanting the last true formula, the true yuan that had gradually returned to the mysteries suddenly spread to the limbs and hundreds of remains, and then collected and released, shocking Ji Ruochen almost wanted to bounce off the blue ice stone mat!

Under the severe pain, Ji Ruochen was not shocked or happy, he endured the severe pain, tried his best to control his mind, and let the true yuan around him shake endlessly. After the seven earthquakes, the true yuan around him suddenly returned to the sea like a thousand streams, swept back, and all of them returned to the mysteries.

The Seven Shocks of the True Yuan are the signs of the consummation of the Taiqing Supreme Secret Technique.

After a while, Ji Ruochen struggled to get up from the stone mat. Although the residual pain in the meridians had not disappeared, the joy in his heart was really uncontrollable. Originally, he only wanted to absorb the aura obtained from the Amethyst Hexagram in the Seven Days of Qing Cultivation, but he never expected that after the True Yuan was fused, he would break through the Taiqing Supreme Holy Realm in one fell swoop.

He came to the cold pool in the corner of the cave and looked down. The water in the pool has no waves, and its light is like a mirror. Ji Ruochen's face was clearly reflected on the water. In the blink of an eye, he has been in the Daode Palace for nearly half a year. Compared with half a year ago, this face is still clear and handsome, but it is childish, and there is more meaning of floating out of the dust, and a pair of clear starry eyes are also faintly moist.

For a while, Ji Ruochen didn't recognize himself, he rubbed his eyes, looked carefully for a long time, and only then did he dare to confirm that what was reflected in the pool of water was indeed himself.