The peaks of the sun are hazy and misty.

The misty white fog, the cloud peaks hidden in the fog, appearing and looming.

The blue brick steps were wet. Li Xianyuan walked along the umbrella and walked up the steps.

Walk to the mansion, the door was dry. Stand and hold a umbrella and reach out to knock on the door.

Knock--

Soon, the maid trotted with an umbrella and opened the door for Li Xianyuan.

"Mrs. is waiting for you in the reception hall."

The maid said that the wife was her master Ning Jiya.

Li Xianyuan nodded and stepped across the front yard to the reception hall.

A stove was growing in the hall, and whenever a warm feeling came in, I came in.

"Master." Li Xianyuan bowed and bowed.

Ning Jiya Wenya sat upright on the Grand Master's chair, wearing a red and white Taoist robe and smiling: "Your companion came back first, I guess you came back almost at this time, so you were waiting here."

She suddenly raised her head slightly, smelled her nose, and looked at Li Xianyuan with a smile: "Where are you fooling around, you're all in a rouge smell."

"... The disciple was taken to the brothel by those three people." At the critical moment, Li Xianyuan sold the three people without hesitation.

"Three bastards." Ning Jiya was angry and smiled. Li Xianyuan looked a little confused.

Li Xianyuan thought for a while and bowed, "Thank you for help from Master, now my disciple feels better."

Ning Jiya nodded with satisfaction. After living for more than a hundred years, how could she not see the subtle changes in Li Xianyuan?

"The disciple has something else. Six days later, the main peak Sutra Collection Pavilion will select magic methods, half a month later, the nameless white jade tower will cross the pass, two months later, the six sects will compete, and the cultivation world competition will be held on the tenth day of the next October. The disciples all want to participate."

Ning Jiya didn't understand why Li Xianyuan changed so much in one day, but she was so happy that she nodded and asked in confusion:

"But because of that person."

The three of them wanted to tell Ning Jiya the reason why Li Xianyuan was delayed.

Li Xianyuan did not hide it and nodded. He said again: "Avoid accidents on the way, please ask the master to help my disciples."

Ning Jiya knew countless people, but she was so swayed that her little disciple was like a fog and could not see through everything. She wondered: "What?"

"Swear by your disciple."

Li Xianyuan lifted up his clothes, knelt with his knees, and his chest was straightened. He whispered to Ning Jiya: "Disciple is swearing with his heart. The Master Peak Sutra Collection Pavilion selects magic techniques, the nameless white jade tower crosses the pass, the six sects of competition, and the cultivation world. Unless it is forced, the disciple must participate and do his best."

"You..." Ning Jiya said a word and couldn't say it anymore. After a long sigh, "Why is this?"

Li Xianyuan stood up and said, "This is a friend's entrustment. The disciple knows his current nature. If he really reaches the level of mercy of plants and trees and forgetfulness, he will probably not be so keen. Now he swears, if he reaches that last step, he will also have a vow that can be corrected.

Li Xianyuan smiled slightly: "Master, don't worry too much. At least the disciple has not reached that point yet."

Ning Jiya was stunned by Li Xianyuan's shallow smile. She shook her head gently: "Master leads you into the door, and your practice is for me. Since you have decided on this, the master will no longer force me. But no matter what, you need to remember, no matter when, you are my disciple."

"Even if I am ruthless, do many evil things?" Li Xianyuan suddenly said this without any reason.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Li Xianyuan, and Ning Jiya nodded.

"Even if you are ruthless and do many evil things."

...

It was night, and it was late and quiet.

Li Xianyuan sat at the table, the candlelight was faint, and he heard the drizzle outside the window. He recalled carefully what he had experienced in the Sun Cave.

If it were Wuhou County, he would have forced Situ Yanran to find a way for her. But in the cave, he actually allowed Situ Yanran, who was already married and married, to return to the devil's way without any stopping.

Extend your palm and place your index finger on the candle.

Ten fingers connect to the heart, and the pain of the fingertips is heart-wrenching.

Retracting his hand, Li Xianyuan knew that he had done something stupid. He was just a ruthless plant, not a painless feeling.

If you want to not become indifferent, you need to try your best to contact people. Towns are the best choice. But in this way, your practice will naturally be negligent. You originally refine the fifth level of Qi, which will release the true yang. Retreate back to the fourth level. If you delay your life span, it will be meaningless whether it is the first level of Qi refining or the ninth level of Qi refining.

He took off his long gown, folded it and put it in the boudoir with the bamboo tube. Li Xianyuan was wearing a wardrobe and slept in bed.

...

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was the day to borrow it from the Main Peak Library.

The Zhongfeng Bookstore has a very difficult opportunity to borrow. In addition to personal disciples, they can borrow a book after they first started. After that, no matter who they are, they must obtain qualifications from various channels of Chunyang Sect.

The most eye-catching one is the nameless white jade tower. Every time you step on ten floors, you can get an opportunity to borrow a library.

It is so rare that the martial arts and magic are naturally extremely rare. All martial arts in the bookstore are hidden from the level. What kind of martial arts and magic can you obtain? In addition to seeing clues from the martial arts, you can only follow the circumstances.

Whether intentionally or not, Ning Jiya asked Ximen Haiyao to send Li Xianyuan to the main peak.

The two ice cubes stood together. Ximen Haiyao was slightly inferior to the coldness. She took the Chinese silver hairpin and turned it into a one-meter-long shuttle, allowing Li Xianyuan to stand on top.

Li Xianyuan can't fly with objects, so he can only rely on the power of others.

"Can you stand firm?" Ximen Haiyao asked.

Li Xianyuan nodded and said nothing was wrong.

Ximen Haiyao stood on the tail of the shuttle, pinched the imperial objects, and the shuttle rose up and turned into a long rainbow, heading straight to the main peak—

The main peak library stands in a valley, with the towers and halls ten feet high, with arches intertwined with yellow tiles covering the roof. Each corner of the dead corner is a simple long sword. At the first glance, the strange phenomenon does not appear. At another glance, the sword is rushing towards the face, like a hanging edge of the throat.

In front of the building, the disciples in person dared not read it again. Only Li Xianyuan was curious about looking at the sword standing on the eaves. The poem "The Knights' Walk" was written by him, and he was frightened by the ghosts and gods. How could he be afraid of the sword power that radiated from this sword?

The more disciples gathered in the valley, there were hundreds of disciples. Soon, they looked like they were posing in Tai Chi formations.

The number of people is not large. This time, a total of 135,000 new disciples were collected, and only a few hundred or more were personal disciples.

People have arrogance. Except for some kind-hearted disciples who are close to each other to talk, most of them stand in place and wait for the gate of the building to open.

Among the disciples who were personally taught, the worst cultivation level is the sixth level of Qi Refining. Even foundation building is common, and Li Xianyuan is the lowest.

Because Ximen Haiyao stood beside her, she would occasionally look at Li Xianyuan, slightly amazed, and even look at him. She either bowed her hand or nodded and smiled as saying hello.

After a while, the door creaked suddenly.

This is very strange. Hundreds of people stand in the valley. Although it is not messy, it is not quiet. The subtle sound of the door opening can be heard by everyone.

For a moment, everyone calmed down, looked at the front of the building, pushed the door open, and walked out of an old man with crutches.

"There are three rules." Cang Lao's voice was not loud, but it could clearly reach his ears.

"One, one stick of incense will expire."

"Second, one person can only choose one."

"Third, the cabinet's martial arts are added with magic and will be automatically destroyed ten days later. The same is true for others to see them."
Chapter completed!