The highest point of Tianshu Peak.

There are strange stones everywhere here. What is rare is that the plants and trees grow very lushly, just like in midsummer. The rich spiritual energy floats among the mountains, rocks and plants with the mist, making it look like a fairy.

At the foot of a tall ancient tree, there is a chess table carved from a whole stone. Old Zhuji and Liu Wenzhong sit on both sides. The chess pieces on the chessboard are staggered in black and white, which is exactly the Go recorded in ancient immortal scriptures.

"Yang Xiu, this little guy, seems not steady enough in normal times, but in fact he is very principled, and he is like a donkey."

Old Man Zhuji put down a white piece, stroked his beard and smiled, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have killed someone when he was angry at a young age. This boy is like a tiger~ It's better to let him polish his temperament in Liushutang."

Liu Wenzhong nodded respectfully and added with a smile: "Master Mingjian. I have visited Shanyin City. If the speculation is good, Yang Xiu had already had the cultivation level of the body tempering level at that time, otherwise he would never have been able to kill Long San. According to this time, his talent for immortal literature is really intimidating. But he was too cautious and I have never found the weapons he used."

“It’s okay,”

Old Man Zhuji raised his head, looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds in the distance, and said slowly: "On the road to cultivation of immortality, you can only go further by being mature and persevering. Just relying on your passion and impulse can only be a temporary pleasure. By the way, how can you investigate the matters of the Yang family?"

"It's already a little bit of an eye,"

Liu Wenzhong frowned when he heard this and said, "The head of the Yang family admitted that he wanted to take back several acres of land from Yang Xiu's family. As for the reason... as they said, it was nothing more than oppressing the weak. However, a disciple had accidentally seen him, and a disciple under the Sect of Elder Situ of Bingdaotang often went in and out of the Yang Mansion."

"That doesn't mean anything. What I'm worried about is that someone in Tianshu Pavilion colludes with the Xianmo Sect, and it's not good for my Sect to cooperate inside and outside."

Old Man Zhuji shook his head slightly, then lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Be more careful, Yang Xiu, let him stay in Liushu Hall for a while."

Liu Wenzhong nodded and responded when he heard this, and understood in his heart that Yang Xiu's talent for immortal literature should be far beyond everyone's expectations and was crucial to the Tianshu Pavilion. If it weren't for the cultivators behind the Yang family, the Yang clan would have disappeared from Shanyin City long ago.

Old Man Zhuji twisted the round stone chess piece, as if thinking, and then said a while later: "A while ago, I heard that a mysterious girl in green clothes arrived in Shanyin City, making a fortune and having unknown cultivation. Is there such a thing?"

Liu Wenzhong was slightly stunned when he heard this, recalled it before answering: "There is indeed a matter of this. She has contacted several major households in the city and bought several characters from Yang Xiu at a high price. Master, do you doubt..."

"No, I'm just curious"

Old Man Zhuji put down a chess piece and whispered: "But in recent years, the vitality of heaven and earth has been restless. It is a turbulent time, and I am afraid that the world will change~"

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Half a month later.

Fang Houdao sat on a bamboo chair, playing with three large dice in his hand. His small eyes turned back and forth with Yang Xiu's figure, and his old face was filled with incredible words.

However, in just over a dozen days, Liushu Hall changed a lot. The ancient immortal books scattered around Liushu Hall were accurately classified, sorted, and placed in their respective areas.

Everything in the hall is well organized, and I am used to the mess and I have to look for the Liushu Hall that I can’t find anything. Fang Houdao feels awkward when he sees this hall.

"Ahem, it's time to collect the book today," Fang Houdao shouted at Yang Xiu at the top of his throat.

"Old Bones... Forget it lazy," Yang Xiu patted the dust on his body, looked at Fang Houdao in the distance and mumbled the curse.

"I have very good ears. This old bone is your senior brother!"

Fang Houdao in the distance responded slowly, Yang Xiu's eyes twitched a few times, walked quickly, and went to the backyard without saying a word to lead the carriage.

...

As the sun sets, a carriage is moving forward slowly on the winding mountain road. The four big words "waste book recycling" are written in large brushes on both sides of the car body, with the dragon flying and phoenix dancing in a chic manner.

Yang Xiu in the car was holding an ancient book, as if he was not affected by the bumpy road surface at all, and looked down with relish.

Every few days, Liu Shutang would go to various places in the sect to recycle ancient books that were considered useless by immortal practitioners. Fang Houdao had long handed over this difficult task to Yang Xiu.

As long as he does not delay practicing martial arts, Yang Xiu actually enjoys this quiet practice life and can occasionally come out to familiarize himself with the environment of Tianshu Mountain. After experiencing various previous changes, Yang Xiu's mind and nature have also undergone subtle changes.

Moreover, although he was ordered by Fang Houdao these days, Yang Xiu didn't have much complaints in his heart. Although Fang Houdao was a little lazy, he was a kind-hearted old man.

After so many years of managing the Book Hall by one, Fang Houdao has been suffocated. As long as Yang Xiu asked about the Daotian Book Hall, Fang Houdao would ask questions and answer questions, and also mentioned many small details that Yang Xiu should pay attention to about the first level of body tempering.

With such a little long-winded and indecent senior brother who is accompanied by him, practicing martial arts with peace of mind every day without any trouble, Yang Xiu felt that he could not ask for more.

Today's work has been completed. Yang Xiu let Lao Hei Horse pull the cart to Liushu Hall. While reading the book, he thought about how to take the remaining fire spirit pills and how to fully utilize the effect of the medicine.

Now the realm of the first level of body tempering is stable enough, and you must make sufficient preparations before hitting the second level. If you are a formal disciple, these cultivation experiences will be taught specifically. Now Yang Xiu... is really a little helpless.

The old black horse is the treasure of Old Man Fang. He is very smart. You can know where to stop and where to be fast without anyone shouting, and it is very humane. Since Yang Xiu came, the old black horse has to eat, taking a bath, and cleaning the horse shed, Yang Xiu is busy with the grass, so the relationship between each person and a horse has heated up quickly.

So when the carriage slowed down for no reason, Yang Xiu, who felt something, immediately looked up and saw two female disciples standing on the side of the road, waving to Yang Xiu: "Come here, come with us to Xiaomeng Mountain."

Yang Xiu blinked and was very surprised when he heard this.

Xiao Mengshan has a special status in the Tianshu Pavilion, and it is full of female disciples. Without a dedicated person to guide the way, no men are allowed to enter. Yang Xiu went back and forth through the Cuizhu Pavilion countless times, and only admired the green bamboo sea from a distance, and did not dare to cross the line.

Moreover, Yang Xiu has been reading books in the Liushu Hall crazy these days and has learned a lot of news about the Tianshu Pavilion.

There are three main branches in the Tianshu Pavilion: Tianshu Peak, Xiaomengshan and Bingdaotang.

Old Man Zhuji is in charge of Tianshu Peak, and several disciples under him have a profound cultivation level and are the core of Tianshu Pavilion. The true man Fuyun of Xiaomengshan is the second elder of Tianshu Pavilion, and he commands a group of female disciples of Xiaomengshan. The Bingdaotang is headed by the third elder Li Xuanfeng, and most of the members are backbone disciples in the sect, responsible for the sect guards, law enforcement, etc.

Legend has it that Old Man Zhuji has several brothers and brothers. They usually practice in the mountains without caring about worldly affairs. They will only show up if something big happens in the sect.

Previously, Liu Wenzhong mentioned in the stone pagoda that the current world of immortal cultivation has different views on how to deal with the inner demons when cultivating immortals, and this difference is very obvious in the Tianshu Pavilion.

Most people believe that cultivators should cut off their feelings and righteousness, at least there should be nothing to care too much except cultivating immortals, so that they can successfully overcome the magical illusion of the heart. A small number of cultivators believe that they should go with the flow. No desires and no desires does not mean that they cut off their feelings and righteousness.

Old Man Zhuji has a neutral attitude and neither supports nor opposes, while True Man Fuyun and Li Xuanfeng are firm supporters of the first argument.

Among them, Fu Yun is especially tough. In Xiaomengshan, except for being loyal to the master, all female disciples should not be moved and have other obsessions. Any female disciple who chooses to practice dual cultivation is regarded as automatically withdrawing from Xiaomengshan.

When I heard Old Man Fang chat, there were many disciples of Tianshu Pavilion who were punished for this rule. Of course, after quitting Xiaomengshan, you could join other elders of Tianshu Pavilion, but at that time, I really offended Master Fuyun, and how could I live in Tianshu Pavilion?

Therefore, Yang Xiu did not have a good impression of Xiao Mengshan, especially this real person. - isn't this interfering with freedom of love...

...

Listening to the rustling bamboo forest dance in his ears, Yang Xiu drove a carriage to Xiaomeng Mountain for the first time. Looking around, the buildings here were very scattered, mostly made of thick bamboo, which complemented the surrounding trees and bamboo leaves, full of greenness, and with the many female disciples who were floating in long clothes, it was very pleasing to the eyes.

As we went deeper, Yang Xiu and two female disciples came to a remote bamboo house.

"It's here,"

The girl leading the way pointed to the door and said, "Come and move everything inside away quickly, it's useless waste books."

The girl looked domineering from beginning to end, and after she finished speaking, she turned around and left. Yang Xiu shook his head and smiled, put the white deer sword on the carriage, pushed the door and walked into the bamboo house.

There were three boxes of waste books in the corner, many of which were already moldy. I don’t know how long it had been thrown here. Yang Xiu bent down and was about to pick up the box. He glanced at the pile of books casually, but his eyes couldn’t help but lit up!

A thick thread-bound book was exposed from the pile of books, with the words "Tianxia Ink Treasure" written on the cover. Seeing ancient books involving pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Yang Xiu was curious and simply pulled out the book and looked it out quickly.

Outside the bamboo house.

A dozen young men and women walked out of the path deep in the bamboo forest, talking and laughing. The girl in the lead was wearing a long apricot yellow dress, with a slender figure and beautiful appearance, and a smile as if she was as beautiful as a flower. Most of the male disciples in the crowd focused on the girl in yellow.

When passing Yang Xiu's carriage, the girl in yellow accidentally saw the long sword placed on the carriage. She suddenly became interested and smiled and said, "Hey, a serious disciple from Liushu Hall always carried a sword when he went out. Do you think he used the sword to practice martial arts or used as a fire stick?"

"Haha, I guess it's a kitchen knife. I heard that the meals in Liushutang must be prepared by myself. This chef may be even if he is a chef~" Someone echoed, and everyone laughed in a flash, without any concealing his contempt for this "Liushutang disciple".

The strength of the immortal world determines everything. In the Tianshu Pavilion, the scene of a sixty-year-old man bowing down to salute a young man and honoring his uncle can be seen everywhere. A lowest-level servile disciple will not be taken seriously by others.

The girl in yellow seemed to be intrigued. She reached out to take the long sword and pulled out the sword with a smile, wanting to see what "treasure" this mate disciple was holding. But as soon as the sword was unsheathed, the few people were stunned.

The treasure light on the blade broke free from the constraints and kept swallowing and spitting. The expressions of the people in the Yingshen flashed and darkened, and the immortal texts engraved on the sword spine firmly attracted the attention of the people.

"It's a magic weapon and a sword!"

Several people shouted softly at the same time, and a look of greed flashed in their eyes.

Among them, the male disciple standing next to the girl in yellow was tall and dark. He was a formal disciple of Bingdaotang named Wang Gan. At this time, Wang Gan noticed the words written on both sides of the carriage, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, and then a sneer appeared.

Wang Gan glanced at the look of the girl in yellow, turned his eyes and immediately said, "Junior sister, your first level of body tempering is already stable enough, and you just need a weapon."

"Well, yes, the master promised to find a magic weapon for me, but I never touched the right one." The girl in yellow looked at the long sword in her hand and nodded and said.

For low-level disciples, good magic weapons are difficult to obtain, and their rareness is even higher than the best Fire Spirit Pill.

Because carving specific immortal texts on weapons is a special skill, such talents are firmly controlled by major sects. In addition, the materials are difficult to find, and most people only have two ways to obtain magic weapons: enough cultivation, get rewards from sects, or spend a lot of spiritual stones to buy.

When the girl in yellow saw the white deer, she wanted to take it for herself. The so-called lack of a weapon was just to find a reason for herself.

But after all, the girl in yellow was watching, and although she was reluctant to leave, she was very hesitant. However, Wang Gan implied that this sword seemed to be the girl in yellow.

At this moment, a lazy voice came from the door of the bamboo house: "I said, that beautiful senior sister, be careful not to cut your hand, my sword is sharp and tight."

Yang Xiu leaned against the door frame, holding a thick ancient book, and stared at the group of people with a smile.

"I am Wang Gan, the disciple of Elder Situ in Bingdaotang,"

When Wang Gan saw Yang Xiu, a look of pride flashed in his eyes. He stepped forward and deliberately made a majestic tone: "Who are you? How dare you come to Xiao Mengshan?"

Seeing that the other party asked knowingly, Yang Xiu curled his lips and pointed to the words on the carriage, saying, "Don't you understand the recycling of waste books? Yang Xiu is me in the Shushu Hall."

In the Tianshu Pavilion, the status of the traitor disciples is very low, just like the servants and servants in the world. Like Yang Xiu, who are not at all "aware" as servants, but are full of momentum, is the only one.

Wang Gan smiled disdainfully after hearing this, and said proudly: "My junior sister likes your sword very much. I bought it. You can offer a price."

"Sorry, I won't sell it,"

Yang Xiu shook his head, still smiling, and said word by word: "Please return the things to me. I will rush back to Liushu Hall before dark."

Seeing that Yang Xiu was so ignorant, Wang Gan immediately turned dark and his tone of speaking was not so nice. "Why are you so ignorant of the current affairs? What's the use of a small slaughter disciple keeping magic weapons? It's better to change some elixirs. Maybe your cultivation level can go further in your lifetime?"

Without waiting for Yang Xiu to speak, Wang Gan took out his purse from his arms, poured out three crystal clear stones, threw them on the carriage, and waved his hand to Yang Xiu: "Okay, take the spirit stone and leave quickly. Xiao Mengshan is not a place like you can stay."

Among this group of disciples, Wang Gan is the leader of everyone, and has always been elegant and favored by female disciples. Perhaps seeing that he was just a traitor, Wang Gan didn't take Yang Xiu to heart at all, and his words seemed to be natural, so he turned around and called out a group of people to prepare to leave.

Yang Xiu raised his eyebrows and felt depressed. He thought that he had never seen this Wang Gan before. Why did the other party seem to target him everywhere and deliberately come to find fault?

Without thinking too much, Yang Xiu raised his hand and threw the ancient book into the car and followed.
To be continued...