After January

JAC room

There are several books scattered on the table, some of which are very worn, and the names are vaguely recognizable, which seem to be: "Ancestral Witch Secret Mantra", "Yuqing Dao", "Relic Sutra", "Yin and Yang Magic Technique", "Ten Thousand Ghosts Imperial Technique", ......

If you let others see it, you will be anxious and red-faced, and you will look crazy with joy, because this is a high-level practice inherited from the great cultivation path, and if it is lost, I don't know how many disputes it will cause.

Originally, the children of the Jiang family could only bring a copy of the exercises, and they could only copy them, not take them out, but who was Jiang Huai? Who would dare to care about the son of the head of the family? Besides, if you give him a mountain of books, what can you do?

However, at this time, Jiang Huai put his hands on his cheeks, looking listless, he has been turning over for a month, trying and trying, none of them are suitable for him, combined with his own memory, he has obtained many exercises from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but none of them are useful, is it that he will waste firewood for a lifetime? Doesn't it mean that the people who cross over all want something, what spiritual roots do they want, and all the gods and demons are rushing to accept disciples?

Even if he is depressed, he can't go back, and his life has to go on, right? So Jiang Huai had to pack up his mood and go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again, no matter what, he had to return the book, right?

After a trot, Jiang Huai had to sigh, the Jiang family is really worthy of being one of the four great families, it's so big, they are almost tired to death, and they are embarrassed to find someone to fly over with them, after all, it is true that he is the son of the head of the family, but others are not, this is a forbidden place, and people are still dying!

Looking from afar, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a tall tower of dozens of zhang, divided into nine layers, the breeze blows, the bell bursts, Jiang Huai squinted his eyes and stepped forward, he knows that the wind chimes on the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion Pagoda are not mortal, usually have the effect of calming down and suppressing the demons, but once someone trespasses into the Scripture Pavilion, these wind chimes will form a large array of magic sounds, so that the trespassers are full of demons and die under the magic sound.

In front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a square, with three giant tripods, lit with dragon incense, and with the wind chimes to add to the effect of clearing the heart and calming the air. What's even more strange is that the smoke burned by Long Yanxiang did not dissipate, but surrounded the big plaque at the main entrance of the Zangjing Pavilion, making the words 'Zangjing Pavilion' not very clear, but I don't know what the intention is and what it is used for.

At the main gate, there were two elders sitting cross-legged in the main hall, Jiang Huai bowed slightly, and walked straight to the back of the hall without speaking, and the two old men did not raise their eyes, as if they were asleep.

Beyond the palace door, it is the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, just a little small road, worthless, Jiang Huai went directly to the stairs on the second floor, just stepped on the first staircase, Jiang Huai's heart suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he thought of something, just for a moment, but he couldn't remember, for a while, but it was at the staircase.

Jiang Huai's mind was blank for a while, and he was at a loss, stunned in place, his eyes straightened.

"What the hell is it?!...... the hell" I couldn't stop thinking, my heart was like a river and a sea rushing, the waves were turbulent, but I still couldn't figure out a clue, slowly, Jiang Huai's forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, and his back was slightly soaked, "Just now, what I thought of was...... Suddenly, Jiang Huai turned his head to the bookshelf on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, staring at it deadly, his hands clenched into fists, his face slightly pale from sweating, like a drowning man who had grasped the last straw......

After a long time, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his hands clenched into fists slowly loosened, and he whispered to himself: "I'm so stupid, hehehahaha!" Jiang Huai is a person with a special physique, even if there are exercises suitable for him, it is difficult to spread widely, even if it is extremely powerful, it is difficult for ordinary people to use, even if it has created several masters of the world, with the passage of time, such strange exercises will be abandoned by the world, and become an unpopular exercise, how can it be treasured in the upper echelons of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?

Thinking of this, Jiang Huai felt more and more that there was definitely something suitable for him on the first floor, but this was not so much a feeling as an expectation, right? What if, when the Jiang family built the Scripture Pavilion, they didn't take that kind of book in their eyes at all, and they didn't include it? No matter what, try it first, even if there is one in ten thousand hopes, you have to pay 100% preparation, isn't it?

Jiang Huai first borrowed the cheats to return to the ninth floor, then calmed down, back to the first floor, from the stairs to look down, the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is obviously huge, I am afraid that there are tens of nearly 100 zhang square, there is a high five feet, two feet wide incense burner at the staircase, Jiang Huai exhaled lightly, took three incense sticks from the incense case on the side, and the candle was burned, respectfully inserted the incense in the furnace, set the gas, and then looked around.

There are some bookshelves of two or three zhang all around, made of agarwood on the seabed, the wood fragrance is mixed with the fragrance of books, coupled with the fragrance of dragon incense, which suddenly makes people refreshed and has a sense of wisdom in their hands. Ever-bright lamps are lit on both sides of each row of bookshelves, and the dim light and heavy aroma make it more quiet and serene.

Seeing these tall bookshelves, Jiang Huai's excited heart slowly calmed down, alas, so many books are not allowed to see the Year of the Monkey. But as a mortal, even if you can take some elixirs to prolong your life, it won't be too outrageous, and it will still be useless after all.

Forget it, you have to eat the rice one bite at a time, and the road must be taken one step at a time. Some things are destined to be impatient, the gold hidden in the sea of sand, only the identification of grains is the right way, and the distinction of piles and piles can only bury the gold in the sand. There's a long way to go. All in all, it doesn't work to beat chicken blood, only lasting power is king. Well, let's go!

However, although there is a long way to go, people sometimes have to play a little clever. Jiang Huai Dan will generally skip some Taoist books such as spell tips, and some of the more unheard of, the more peculiar they are, but they should be carefully read and studied. Therefore, in the past half a year, although Jiang Huai has not found a cultivation method suitable for himself, he has a deeper understanding of cultivation and the way of cultivation.

For half a year, Jiang Huai has been living in a simple house, so it is rare for the Jiang family's descendants to see this young master of waste wood appear. And those who know the inside story either scoff and disdain it, or they deeply admire it - not burdened by the nickname (waste wood), and concentrate on cultivation (although it is not considered yet), this is the starting point of the master.

In addition, Nangong De was stripped of the throne because of disobedience, driven out of the capital, although soon after the restoration of the throne at the request of the minister, but the contradiction between the royal family and the family has been revealed, the king of Zhenxi returned to the fiefdom after recruiting troops and horses, expanding armaments, except for the king of Zhenbei Xu Haide, the other two are openly and secretly helping the king of Zhenxi to grow. The strange thing is that the four great families that used to lose and prosper were actually divided, and the king of Zhenbei openly defected, which made the government and the opposition stunned and at a loss.

Moreover, the emperor also reorganized the army more and more openly, and the discerning person knew at a glance that a war was inevitable. Yes, in the seemingly calm imperial capital, there are actually turbulent storms, and they are standing in line. Everyone understands: the cold wind and rain are usually hidden under the blue sky and white clouds.

In this regard, Jiang Huai does not care much, of course, although Jiang Huai is soaked in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion day and night, but people come and go between the families, as long as they are not blind, they can see it. However, JAC is also powerless and unable to intervene in this. If he is still unable to cultivate and find a practice that suits him, after nine years, his fate will no longer be under his control.