Chen Jiu looked at the scenery outside and felt inexplicably emotional.

"Hey, Chen Yi, why are you sitting in the first place? Where is Chen Jiu?" As soon as the master entered the door, he saw Chen Yi sitting at the first table.

Chen Yi pointed carefully behind, and then the Master saw Chen Jiu with a bruised nose and swollen face. With a wave of his sleeves, a mighty aura surged, and Chen Jiu's expression returned to normal.

"Thank you Mr. Chen Jiu" stood up and bowed.

"Well, sit down and listen to the class carefully." The Master didn't ask much.

Chen Jiu was a little absent-minded in this class. There have been too many things happening in the past few days, and it is a bit messy to call Chen Jiu.

"Hey hey hey, Chen Jiu, it's time to play Wuyuan, otherwise the Master's spell will fall on you again in a while."

"Oh oh oh, today is the first time I'm going to Martial Arts Academy. I don't know which gentleman it is," Chen Jiu said to himself.

Chen Yi, who was on the other hand, continued: "It's important to be a fisherman. He has always been in charge of the Martial Arts Academy."

Chen Jiu looked bitter, then looked up at the classroom and it was almost gone: "Let's go, those guys are really unfaithful, and they don't wait for us."

After saying that, Chen Jiu hurriedly ran out and threw Chen Yi here.

Chao Xiaoyu looked at Chen Jiu and the students present with a blank expression, and his voice was deserted: "The Six Arts of Gentlemen, you must understand these martial arts. I, Qingyang Academy, have countless ancient martial arts, and everyone can choose a secret book that suits them in the academy."

Seeing those faces showing joy, he continued to Xiaoyu: "However, everyone can only choose once in their life, unless they make great contributions to the academy, so you must be cautious."

After saying that, he looked at the pavilion behind him: "Did you see it? It is the Sutra Library of our academy. It not only contains manuscripts of sages and great scholars of all generations, but also the essence of martial arts that martial artists dream of. Everyone has only one chance, you can go in."

After saying that, he moved his body away from Xiaoyu, and the gate of the Sutra Pavilion opened at that moment. A huge sense of righteousness emanated from it, which shocked people.

Immersed in this great true energy, Chen Jiu remained motionless.

A group of students ran to the library and lost their tracks soon after.

When Chen Jiu woke up, he could only look at Xiaoyu calmly and smile brightly at Xiaoyu.

He snorted coldly at Xiaoyu: "What did you realize again?"

"I heard the immortal voice of sages of all generations."

"You really heard it?".

"Um".

"Then go in," said with his back to the Sutra Tower and expressionlessly towards Xiaoyu.

Chen Jiu paused and then walked in.

The Sutra Library is very big, no, it should be very big. Here is an endless sea of ​​books, with great righteousness rising into the sky.

"A large academies are big academies, and this foundation is the accumulation that those small academies have not had in countless years."

After sighing for a while, I couldn't see the other students even after looking around. I guess the academy was too big.

"Sanyin Knife" Chen Jiu picked up an ancient book.

The ancient book exudes the breath of history. It gently opens the pages of the book, and a cold murderous intent soars into the sky. Chen Jiu puts the Sanyin Knife back on the shelf with a "pop".

"This three Yin Knife is not suitable for me."

The "love entanglement" is too soft, and it breaks away from the mud and water.

The "black silk hand" is too sinister and affects the mind and nature.

“·······”.

Ancient books are circulating in Chen Jiu's hands, and I have to comment on them every time, and then I am silting my lips.

"Young man, although my Sutra Library is not all high-quality, it is not bad either. Why is it a waste of money and garbage in your eyes?"

I don’t know where an old man with white hair and rosy face appeared, staring at Chen Jiu tightly.

Chen Jiu was shocked. The old guy's speed was too fast, even exceeding his reaction time.

In fact, Chen Jiu knew that this old guy had been paying attention to him for a while. You should know that there were not many people in this world who could escape from Chen Jiu's qi within thirty meters, even if it was the old guy's qi-gathering skills.

However, Chen Jiu did not see clearly how he got to him from more than ten meters away. This was definitely a master, a master.

"Sir, who is?"

The old man touched his beard: "I am an unknown man, I will sort out the classics in this library, but I just see you arrogant and don't take these secrets seriously, and I feel resentful."

Chen Jiu smiled lightly and put the secrets in his hand back on the air: "I don't mean that these secrets are not good, but are not suitable for me. If you want to practice martial arts, you have to build a supreme foundation. These skills are good, but they are a little insufficient for me."

"Okay, okay, what a proud young man, I want to see how capable you are. I have a book written from ancient times. As long as you can convince me, I will give you this book to you for three days."

Chen Jiu's heart moved. No matter what it is, it is definitely not simple. The ancient products must be excellent.

"Is it too hasty for three days?"

"Just three days," the old man said in a stern manner: "Aren't you arrogant? I'll give you three days to comprehend. I want to see if you have that qualification."

Chen Jiu walked slowly, his thoughts flew around, and he saw that the old man's aura was not ordinary, but he had it.

The wise men admire the beauty and praise the eternal world, and the wise men admire the great plan.

Duke Jin marked the elegance of the air, and the Fen River flowed for a long time.

God and the Lord are loyal and loyal, and are born to be in harmony.

Qingyun was originally conceited, and Chixian was the only one who recommended him.

The style of the censor is more powerful, and the man-in-law has been repeatedly edited.

The phoenix powder starts, and the eagle, falcon, cypress, and autumn.

When entering and leaving, the five marquises were greeted by flying.

The military letter was written by Shangshou, and the court proposed to borrow the previous plan.

The emperor was solemn and the emperor was asked.

Once the commander comes out of the guard, he will share his worries thousands of miles away.

Without changing Ren Tangshui, Yan Ziqiu still spread the word.

The songs and fans are raised, and the flags are singing.

The counties and countries are surrounded by a long river, and the river is vast and vast.

The land is connected to Yao Taiyue, and the mountain is facing Yu Qingzhou.

The spring sails cross in Wen, and the Qin Pavilion is sad in the evening.

The ruins are Shaohao, and the elephant is hanging against Kuilou.

When I meet the Qing Jian, I will eventually be happy to go to the dark.

I have to ask about the ceremony of the bed and even more about the travel.

I am happy to accompany the mountain and offer good words to express my gratitude.

Watch the chess to know victory, and explore the image and search the underworld.

Look at the limit of love, don’t stop rushing to the harmony.

I would rather ask about ups and downs.

As soon as this poem came out, the old man was silent, as if immersed in that artistic conception.

"What a great ambition." A divine light flashed in the old man's eyes. "Not bad, young people should have such ambition and ambition."

"Sir, I'm sorry," Chen Jiuyili.

"Come with me," Lao asked and turned around and left.

Looking at this unique bookshelves, the old man slowly opened the bookshelf and an ancient book made of cowhide appeared in front of him.

Boom, Chen Jiu was dizzy in an instant, and an ancient aura instantly filled Chen Jiu's brain, as if he had seen a huge bull laughing and proud of the ancient aura, and his voice was full of eternity.

The seed of magical power moved gently, and the ancient aura was instantly absorbed by it, and the seed underwent insignificant changes.

Seeing Chen Jiu's eyes gradually returning to clearness, the old man smiled softly and praised: "Good mind".

"Sir, is this?" Chen Jiu said in confusion.

"This is a book made of real bull skins from ancient times, with the bull spirit written by killing the bulls and daring them."

Looking at Chen Jiu's surprised eyes, the old man said with satisfaction: "This powerful man was inspired by the spirit of the magistrate after fighting with the magistrate, creating the most powerful martial arts foundation-building technique."

"What kind of power did the human race have in ancient times? This powerful bull can kill it." Chen Jiu's eyes showed a look of yearning.

However, Chen Jiu soon thought of the earth-shaking battle when he created the way of heaven. The world was crippled at any stop, and countless powerful people were robbed. Compared with that battle, this bull was really worth mentioning.

"Hey, you guy has some tricks, but you can actually regain your mind so quickly. It's amazing. I didn't have to win the gods for three months after seeing this bullshit. You guy is better than me."

After saying that, the old man handed the Mangniu Jin to Chen Jiu: "You can just watch it here, remember, you only have three days to comprehend."

Chen Jiu nodded, and the old man disappeared without a trace again.
Chapter completed!