Chapter 108:

After a few more days, Jingyue finally came to the Sanjie Temple. At this time, the story of the Sixiang Villa has spread. When the young monk of the Sanjie Temple saw him, he took him to see Kong Miao.
When Jing Yue gave Jingwu's relic and wooden sign to Kongmiao, Kongmiao sighed.
"He entered the temple at the age of seven, and it's been so many years in a blink of an eye. I still remember that Jingwu was sent by his parents. At that time, he was seriously ill, and he had no medicine or medicine. Because of fate, Jing Wu became a monk. They originally wanted Jing Wu to stay in the temple for ten years, but after ten years, Jing Wu did not want to leave ... "
With a sense of emptiness, a little monk was called to let the other person lead Jingyue to take a look at the wall of Bodhi.
As soon as Jing Yue went out, he heard the sound of chanting chanting.
He suddenly remembered the common name Yishun of Jingwu. Most of the people who named him wanted Jingwu to have a good life. Unfortunately, once he set foot on the path of cultivation, how could he be smooth?
Bodhi's heart wall is still as it was seen last time, and many monks have watched the wall settled.
Jing Yue looked at his reflection on the stone wall, thinking that he had built a base here many years ago, can't help but feel a little bit stunned.
He calmed down and closed his eyes.
Consciousness gradually blurred, and he smelled the fragrance of flowers.
On Baiwu Peak, there is auspicious red everywhere.
Jing Yue was wearing a wedding robe and was receiving congratulations from the guests.
Half a tear and a half smile, choking and choking, "I didn't expect to see Master's grand prince ceremony in my lifetime, I am ... there is nothing to send, just collect this box of treasures for Master ... ... see details. "
Jing Yue swept away with divine knowledge, and saw that the box was full of jade articles, but each jade article could not be described. It belonged to the type that would be blocked by mouth once described.
He took a deep breath and wanted to hit people, but anyway, it was a day of great joy, but he could still bear it.
Liu Feng also stepped forward: "We have held the first ceremony for the first time in more than 10,000 years, and the disciples are really happy for the Master. I hereby present a book of double repairs, please the ancestor to smile."
Jing Yue: "..."
He flung his sleeves and shut a few people directly outside the hall.
But he can still hear the voice of unfilial disciples--
"The ancestor is really anxious." This is the wind.
"It is understandable that a spring night is worth a thousand dollars." This is a leaf.
"For two whole lives, I finally met the person I wanted, and it was not easy for the ancestor ..." This is Liuyun.
Jing Yue speeded up his pace, and his mind was chaotic. He didn't know where to go, but just went to the inner hall subconsciously.
The blue phoenix above her head is also dressed with great joy today. A red flower was pierced on her head, and she said happily, "Jing Jing, I want to write a book for you, called" Ancestor's Living Notes ", for your records. Sex, do you think it's okay? Yu Wencai is awesome! "
Pretending not to hear, Jing Yue left Lan Feng outside the hall and pushed open the door of the inner hall.
Eyes are covered with red yarn, the wind blows, and the light yarn rises like a red wave.
Behind the veil, there was a wooden bed, and there was a person sitting along the bed, with a hi cover on his head.
Jing Yue's heart was "jumping" wildly, a little nervous, and there was an inexplicable expectation.
He slowly approached each other and carefully raised his hijab.
Then, he saw a pair of cold night Tibetan stars' eyes, with his reflection in his eyes, reflecting his terror at this moment!
"puff--"
In front of the wall of Bodhi, Jingyue spit out blood.
With a swipe of his mouth, he couldn't believe what he saw!
The monks around were also stunned. For the first time, they saw someone spitting blood on the wall. Han Yunzong's ancestors were really extraordinary!
Jing Yue left unhurriedly, and before he left, he saw the empty side again. The other side was concerned: "Once, I heard you ..."
"It's okay!" Jing Yue immediately said, "You can rest assured that I won't borrow from the wall in the future, nor will I need to compensate you for your mental loss."
After all, like a ghost, he floated out of Sanjie Temple.
Looking at the city-by-city towers, Jing Yue fell into confusion. He came to Bodhi to look at the wall of his heart in order to find clues about the abnormal behavior of the demon road.
why……
No, I can't think again.
Jing Yue calmed down and worked hard to get rid of misunderstandings, when everything was an illusion.
After all, the previous life he photographed last time is not his true experience.
After he has done some psychological construction, he listens to Lan Feng: "Jingjing, are we going back?"
He just thought it should be, suddenly, a strange feeling rose in his heart, Jing Yuezheng figured it out, the whole body was shocked, but he was still. It took a long time to say, "No, let's go to Lecheng and go to Jiutian Academy!"
His tone was beyond concealment of joy, and a little hard to detect.
Ten days later, a young Taoist appeared in Lecheng.
At this time, Jing Yue was walking leisurely on Lecheng Street. He looked at the crowds coming and going, quite a bit of nostalgia, even the alleyway that made him smell suddenly changed in the past kind.
Although he had important things to do this time, he was not in a hurry, because the opportunity he had calculated would have to wait for a few days.
Now, twenty years have passed since Jingyue left the academy. His classmate should still be in the academy, but he didn't see any acquaintances along the way.
Unconsciously, Jing Yue came to the foot of the Jiutian Mountain and found that there are many monks at the foot of the mountain, some of which have already established foundations, and some are just practicing Qi.
He counted the days. Today is not the day when Jiutian Academy opened. Why are so many people gathered here? What happened to Murphy College?
Jing Yue approached someone nearby, "This Taoist, why are you waiting here?"
When the other party saw him, he stayed awake, but apparently did not recognize him. He only said: "Do you know that you are a few days away? The next few days will be the opening day of the library. We are afraid that when there are many people, we will come first. Wait. "
Only then did Jing Yue respond—every ten years, Jiutian College ’s most prestigious library will be open to the outside world for three days, that is, during these three days, even if it is not a student of the college, they can also enter the college to watch the book.
Therefore, these three days were also a grand event for low-level monks in the Qifang Realm. It was always lively, but he was unexpectedly caught up with him.
Jing Yue thought of the opportunity he was waiting for, and felt it should be so.
He thanked those who answered and was about to go up the mountain.
"Taoyou, you can not only go into the enchantment now, if you are found in the academy, you will also be driven away." The meditator reminded kindly.
Jing Yue laughed: "It's all right, I'm a student here."
After all, he took the token of Jiutian Academy from the Qiankun bag, and then he suddenly changed, and the token was not returned.
As soon as the monk was surprised, he saw that Jing Yue went straight up the mountain. He couldn't help whispering, "Strange, did the students in the academy not know about the opening of the library?"
His suspicion that Jing Yue had been inaudible. Soon after, Jing Yue entered the gate of Jiutian Academy. At this time, the school was very quiet.
As he walked all the way to the library, passing through a hall, he saw rows of portraits hanging on the outer wall, a few more than he remembered.
This is the "celebrity wall" of Jiutian College. The so-called "celebrity wall" does not refer to the famous students in the academy, but those who have contributed greatly to the academy. The first painting was naturally Luo Zhenjun, the founder of the academy, and there were more than a dozen hanging at the back. Finally, they were Lin Zhenjun, Wudao Zhenren, Qin Yanzhi, and him.
Jing Yue was a little embarrassed. Although it was because they saved hundreds of students at Jiutian College, she was slightly ashamed of being hung on the wall for admiration at any time.
However, Lan Feng did not think so, and he said happily, "Jing Jing! Jing Jing, you have finally been hung up on the wall!"
Lan Feng was so excited that her hair was shaking, but suddenly she was not happy again. "Huh! This painting is nothing like, nothing is sloppy, and I have been with Jing Jing forever!"
Jing Yue: "..." On the wall? Doesn't sound like good words.
When he arrived at the bookcase, he saw that the door of the bookcase was closed, and he remembered that every time the library was closed, the real people took turns to organize the books in the library so that people who came to the library later could read them.
During this period, the academy also received a large number of "submissions". The contents of the manuscripts were complicated, most of them were some exercises, as well as secrets, secrets, etc., which also required strict selection by real people.
Once selected, contributors will receive a letter of recommendation from the college.
Of course, this novel model was also created by Luo Zhenjun.
Jing Yue Simao, she learned a lot of other world exercises from Jianhunkou of Void Sword Mound, most of which were handed over to Han Yunzong. Some of them are simple and practical. It is better to invest in the academy to make these exercises more The heirs also counted on helping the souls. Besides, we can change some recommendation places for Han Yunzong.
He meditated on the proper exercises, and at this time in the library, several real people were finishing the submissions, and they were too busy to score.
In fact, there are people in the bookstore who take care of them every day. They don't need to worry about them. They are busy because the submitted manuscripts are various and messy. The workload of selecting manuscripts is huge and cumbersome. Occasionally it is scary. For example at the moment ...
"boom--"
Jin Dan, with his long beard, slammed a few pieces of paper on the book case and said angrily, "It's just a prank!"
The fat man next to him asked: "Zhang Daoyou, look at your anger, what's wrong?"
Zhang Zhenren "hummed" and grabbed the paper and shook it like a fan. "Here, he dared to arrange Jingyuan Daozu, saying that he had a quarrel with the demon maiden, and that one ancestor was actually his illegitimate son. You said this ... If you accidentally put it in the library, Han Yunzong's disciples saw that our college would not be demolished by Han Yunzong! "
The slightly fat real man laughed: "It's also worth your anger? It is better to learn the old way, every time you see a sensitive word, it will be automatically blocked and you don't read the content at all."
Zhang Zhenren was about to speak. A child ran in with a pile of paper cranes. "Dear people, this is a dozen manuscripts just received."
These paper cranes are a kind of funeral, and all contributions from the academy are delivered by paper cranes.
Zhang Zhenren was unhappy: "Let it go aside."
"Yes."
The child put the paper cranes in an empty bamboo box. When he saw that there were more than a dozen bamboo baskets packed in a row, he could not help but sympathize with the real people.
When Zhang Zhenren finished processing the manuscript on the book case, he took a photo and a bamboo frame flew to his feet, which happened to be the one where the paper crane was just put by the child.
Zhang Zhenren rubbed his eyebrows, and with a tired face he picked up a paper crane and reviewed it casually.
However, after a moment, his expression gradually became more cautious, and he muttered to himself in the mouth.
Yu Guang, the slightly fat real man, saw it and turned around curiously, but at the same time, he heard someone calling him behind his back.
The slightly fat real man turned back and saw that Zhang Zhenren did not know when he was behind him. He was shocked and looked at Zhang Zhenren's original position. He found that there was still a "Zhang Zhenren" sitting there, and he never left. Look, but found that the book case is just a fake.
"What kind of exercise is this?"
Zhang Zhenren behind him looked happy, "It's a kind of martial arts, which transforms the artificial body with earth and spirit, and the real body can take the opportunity to escape. Although it is only based on the basic skills, Jin Danxiu can find something wrong, but if the distance It ’s far away, and the enemy is unprepared, and it can still bluff!

Zhang Zhenren said more and more excited, walking around the room, "I have never heard of this kind of exercises, do you?"
Dozens of real people in the bookhouse shook their heads, and they were equally interested-they were honored every time they saw new exercises, after all, these exercises were selected by their hands, people One feels exhausted and 100 times more spiritual.
Zhang Zhenren: "Very good, this submission is definitely worth the previous recommendation!"
He was busy looking for the signature of the manuscript. Most of his mind was a well-known monk, but the paper crane said "Baixia Taoist" and his name was very strange.
"Baixia Taoist?" The real person in the house was not impressed, and he was slightly fat and said, "Will it be a casual repairman who lives in the mountain all year round?"
Zhang Zhenren: "I don't know, don't worry, let me see if there are any contributions from him."
He poured out a basket of paper cranes, and the other real people also helped to look it up. The more they looked, the more shocked they were. From the initial joy to the later respect, it became the current fear.
More than ten paper cranes! More than ten unheard of exercises!
Although they haven't tried them one by one, just looking at the cultivation description of the exercises, they know they must be true!
Although the signatures are different, without exception, they are all names they have never heard of!
Zhang Zhenren shook his throat and said, "These paper cranes must be from a certain hermit master. The handwriting above is exactly the same. As for the different signatures, it is likely that he disdains fame and fortune, and only wants to teach the world, so he uses other people's aliases!"
Other real people feel right.
Zhang Zhenren: "No, I have to sue this to Shan Chang immediately!"
So he held a pile of paper cranes and rushed out of the library.
Because Zhang Zhenren went too fast, he didn't notice that a Taoist was sitting in the gazebo not far from the Book House. At this time, he was lazily supporting his cheeks, wondering what he was thinking?
The previous chief of the academy was Qin Yanzhi, who was famous in the repair industry, but after he disappeared, the academy waited for a year to see him return and had to change to another chief. Today, the mountain elder comes from the Zixia faction. It was exactly the elder Wei that led Jingxia to the academy and wanted to embarrass Jing Yue, but was severely beaten by Jing Yue.
Elder Wei ... No, Elder Wei Shan was originally practicing in the room. After listening to what Zhang Zhenren said, he didn't even think about it. He picked up a paper crane, opened it, and saw a name recorded on it. The swordsmanship of "Wind Comes" is not high in order, but it can induce wind when it is urged, which doubles the power of the swordmanship.
Wei Shanchang immediately took his sword to the yard, and chopped it gently according to the paper crane. The strong wind blew, the green plants in the yard shook violently, and the flying leaves filled the sky.
After the sword passed, the original lush tree became bare, and there was a long sword mark on the ground.
"Okay!" Weishan Changxi couldn't help himself, and asked, "Where did these paper cranes come from?"
When Zhang Zhenren was surprised, he was just over excited, and forgot to check the mailing address, so he opened the paper crane again, and saw the paper crane's wings—from: Jiutian Academy.
? ? Master in Jiutian Academy? ? who is it?
Zhang Zhenren looked at Wei Shanchang at first glance, but after thinking about it, it is definitely not this person. Wei Shanchang Suai showed sacredness in front of people. If he really knows so many rare exercises, I'm afraid he would have been promoted to cultivate the world. Everyone knows, not to mention that Wei Shanchang's excitement just didn't seem to be cheating.
Captain Wei Shan's eyes drew on Zhang Zhang's eyes, and said, "The academies are mostly built with disciples. The highest cultivation is just you and me. No one looks like it? Is there an outsider who entered for nine days? College? "
But after saying it, I feel wrong. Even if someone can break the enchantment of Jiutian Academy, there is no sound at all, right?
If the academy is really vulnerable to this, other major factions would not dare to send the core disciples, wouldn't it make it clear to the enemy? Why is the magic road struggling to ambush them in the buried Xinghai?
Wei Shanchang couldn't figure it out, but could only say: "Otherwise we send the paper crane back? Since the contributor is in the academy, we only need to burn the god's knowledge on the paper crane and we will definitely find it."
Zhang Zhenren: "Will this offend the Supreme?"
Mayor Wei Shan: "Since he came to submit a manuscript and left his address, he wouldn't be angry about it if he wanted to come. If he really doesn't want to show up, he must have the ability to erase the knowledge and not delay anything."
When Zhang Zhenren thought about it, he agreed.
Paper cranes can be used back and forth, and Jiutian College's recommendation letter was also sent back through paper cranes. Zhang Zhenren cast a spell and saw that paper cranes fanned wings and disappeared instantly.
After a few moments, Zhang Zhenren "snapped".
Wei Shan was anxious: "Did you find it?"
Zhang Zhenren looked weird. "I found it, but why are you in the library?"
The two looked at each other, but learned that the other party did not object to their actions, and they were happy again. Wei Shan grew his whole shirt and said, "Don't think about it, go and see first."
Along the way, Wei Shanchang had all kinds of speculations and fantasies about the Supreme Man, but when he really saw the "Superior Man", only the vicissitudes of constipation remained.
Zhang Zhenren also recognized Jing Yue at a glance. He was not as complicated as Wei Shanchang, and was suddenly shocked and happy: "Old ancestor? Why are you back?"
Jing Yue half-joked: "I'm returning the college token, and by the way make a contribution to the college." He looked at Mr. Shanshan Wei again, "Well, are you the current chief of the college?"
Wei Shan's face turned red, and he even felt that the little blue chicken on Jing Yue's shoulder was despising him, and he was helpless: "I've seen my ancestor."
Jing Yue knowingly asked, "What are you looking for?"
Wei Shanchang was ashamed by Jing Yue then. Some people still use the "Heavenly Gong Method" to talk about things, and as long as he mentions it, he will inevitably lay a gun, so his perception of Jing Yue is not good.
It's just that the cold clouds are strong in these years, especially after the promotion of the wind, and the Zixia faction had to temporarily rest. In addition, the funeral star Jingyue also saved a lot of Zixia disciples. There is grace.
In this way, his resentment was gone, but his embarrassment was still there.
With a deep sigh in his heart, Wei Shan said, "Dare to ask these paper cranes were delivered by their ancestors?"
Jing Yue: "Yes, I don't need recommendation letters. I want to use them for Han Yunzong's referral quota. Two exercises for one, is it ok?"
Wei Shanchang was in a sour mood. Each of these exercises is worth returning a recommendation letter, but if Jing Yue wants to change the recommendation letter to a recommendation place, of course ... "No, no problem."
Jing Yue: "That's good. I'll stay in the academy these days. What kind of exercises do I think of and submit a manuscript?"
Wei Shanchang didn't know if it was sad or happy, "... well."
So Jing Yue stayed in the academy, but he asked Wei Shanchang and Zhang Zhenren to keep it secret on the grounds that he did not want to be disturbed.
Otherwise, he's just afraid that he won't be clean.
Five days passed by.
Under the Jiutian Mountain, people flow like tide.
It took Lu Sheng a year to walk from a small town in Upper Nanzhou to the Jiutian Academy.
Looking up at the towering Jiutian Mountain, he said to his companion: "Xiao Hei, you don't have to worry too much. I heard that there are thousands of books in the library, and there must be a method for you."
The person called as Xiao Hei was about 13 or 14 years old, with an honest face, but a gloomy look. He whispered, "I hope so."
Lu Sheng sighed. His companion was also poor. Although he was born in a well-known cultivation family, he was born with Wulinggen. His talents were extremely poor. For more than ten years, he had only practiced dual qi. As soon as Heihei's father died, the family even drove the Heihei to the field and let them die.
Xiao Hei's family has become a neighbor with him since he came to Xiaocheng. For several years, Lu Sheng's efforts have been seen in the other's eyes. Of course, he hopes that Xiao Hei can get what he wants, but he also knows that the hope is slim.
Since the two arrived only two days ago, it was a little late, and there were many people in front of them. They waited a full day and night before they were allowed to enter the mountain.
Some students from the academy took them to the library, and Lu Sheng peeked at the pride of these days, and could not help but envy him. If he could find that exercise, he might one day come.
The outside of the library of Jiutian Academy looks like a small building, but after entering, you will find that the interior is extremely wide, countless bookshelves are neatly arranged, there is no end, and the room is full of the fragrance of books and ink.
In fact, Yu Jian is the most suitable for preservation, but the founder Luo Zhenjun believes that since it is a library, of course, it is necessary to collect books.
Therefore, the Tibetan Library has always followed the oldest model.
Although there were many people in the bookcase, the needle fell quietly.
Lu Sheng and Xiao Hei glanced at each other, looking for their favorite exercises according to the book pavilion guide card.
Lu Sheng's practice is an ancestral teaching method, which is very suitable for him. Unfortunately, the method is not complete, only the residual version. He hopes to find another part from the library.
He searched for a day and a half, and finally found a book that looked familiar on a bookshelf. Lu Sheng took the book nervously. When he opened the page and looked at it, it really was what he wanted, and it was still the whole article!
Lu Sheng was so excited that he couldn't help laughing wildly. He started to flip through the pages, not letting a word go.
None of the books in the library can be taken away or copied. He can only rely on memory.
Fortunately, the monks have good memories. When he reads the entire book, all the exercises are stored in his mind. At that moment, he felt his eyebrows swell, apparently he did not practice, but he broke through!
At this time, he suddenly heard someone say, "The Book House Open Day is over. Please put your books back in place and leave quietly."
There was a sigh of sigh in the book shelf immediately, but no one dared to make trouble, and put the books out one by one and went out.
In front of the Shuge door, Lu Sheng found Xiao Hei, who wanted to ask the other party's situation, but when he looked at Xiao He's face, he still resisted.
Obviously, Xiao Hei did not do so.
Lu Sheng didn't show much joy, so he only followed Xiao Hei in silence. Suddenly, a Taoist in front blocked their way.
Tao lives very beautifully. Lu Sheng can't help but feel a little lost. When he sees the other person smiles, there seems to be nostalgia and comfort in his smile.
He heard the Taoist telling the underworld: "I've been waiting for you."