Killing God Chapter 68: Tianxuan Pavilion

The sky has completely darkened. This winter's snowy night, the dark clouds cover the sky, and no moonlight can be seen, let alone even a single star. In the night sky, a blue light cuts through the night. In a flash in the sky, the direction that Qingguang was going was the Xuanqing Mountain Sutra Collection Pavilion, and the person in the Qingguang was naturally Xiaochen.

After leaving Cuizhuhai, I did not immediately return to Yunyou Peak, but Yujian headed towards the back mountain where the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is located. Some of the brightly colored elixir fields are just green hills that look uninhabited and densely covered with jungles.

Crossing these inaccessible hills, Xiao Chen finally came to the back hill where he has lived for many years, the Bookstore.

The huge Buddhist scriptures pavilion is only lit with a faint light. This is still the light of the night pearls used in the construction. If it is not so, I am afraid it will be dark. The pavilion lights up.

Looking at this familiar building in the air, Xiaochen was in a very good mood. Here, he met the boss, the sick old man, Ni Cangtian and Cang Jinyun, who claimed to be the brothers and sisters of the dragon. Qing Ming's spiritual energy is poured into his body, and his mediocre mortal body also has the hope of competing with Tianjiao.

In this Sutra Collection Pavilion, he learned a lot of knowledge that a cultivator could never learn in his entire life, and also learned countless secrets of the entire Qing Netherworld.

For Xiao Chen, this Sutra Collection Pavilion is very meaningful and has a very special emotion.

Staying in the air for a while, Xiao Chen put away his long sword, jumped to the ground, and strode towards the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

"Dong, dong, dong..." Xiaochen, who came to the front door, knocked on the door of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion hard, and the sound spread far and far in the silent night sky.

"Which little **** doesn't want to live anymore." A somewhat older, more broken voice came from the door.

Xiaochen smiled lightly, but did not talk to him. As far as he knew, the sick old man was also a person with a very deep cultivation base. Although he did not usually see the pride and self-respect of being a senior person, Xiaochen was still convinced. , it is impossible for him not to know about his own arrival.

Probably didn't hear the reply from the people outside. After a while, the entire Buddhist scriptures pavilion suddenly lit up completely. The seven huge pavilions and the corridor connecting the pavilions all lit up with fire. The mountain shone like daytime, and the sudden change also startled Xiaochen. Then, the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion "creaked" and slowly opened, and finally fully opened.

Under the reflection of the firelight, a small figure walked out of the door slowly, with messy hair like straw, deep-set eye sockets, a face that was about to die of serious illness, and a body that could not stand a gust of wind. The sick old man, the old hooligan, and the clouds are boundless.

Xiaochen took a closer look, what kind of fire is this, but the biggest night pearls were activated, emitting such a bright light as fire.

In the past, the sick old man told Xiaochen that this kind of night pearl needs to be injected with the power of cultivation to activate and emit light, but now there is only one possibility. Xiao Chen, welcome.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen felt a little touched for a while, just like a child who went home and saw the lights in his home still, and his relatives were waiting in the hall.

"Little rascal, can't you get in? Come and give me some quickness, if you don't come, get out." Although he did this, he naturally wouldn't say it because of the character of a sick old man.

"In such a big battle, could it be that you want to recognize me as the boss?" The sick old man didn't say anything, but Xiao Chen knew it, so naturally he wouldn't say it.

"Being the boss? I think you are itchy." The sick old man who was walking into the room turned back and said with a smile.

"Not good." Xiao Chen's face changed, and he secretly said in his heart that when the sick old man smiled, it was always the time when he was going to be unlucky.

"Go to the second pavilion, choose a magical power, and talk about other things later." The sick old man said with a smile just now.

Xiaochen was frightened when he saw it, but he didn't dare to ask. After hearing the sick old man say that he should enter the Tianxuan Pavilion of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to select magical powers, he was even more unclear about the ghostly idea of ​​this old gangster.

Although Xiaochen is the second head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, his boss has already spoken, and even if he has all kinds of doubts, he can only take it to Tianxuan Pavilion and choose magical spells.

After entering Tianshu Pavilion, Xiaochen went out to this other exit, which is also the passage leading to Tianxuan Pavilion. The sick old man walked into his room with his hands behind his back, without following Xiaochen .

Through the seven-star corridor, Xiaochen soon came to Tianxuan Pavilion and Xuanqing Mountain's Book Collection Pavilion. There are seven buildings in total, each named after the Big Dipper seven stars. Different types, the second pavilion that Xiaochen came to hides the magical powers of Xuanqing Mountain, while the first pavilion where Xiaochen stayed for many years was to visit the general history, secrets, anecdotes and other books. place.

There is a seven-star corridor connecting the attics. Although it is called a corridor, it is actually not connected to the outside world. It is a passage that is blessed with the power of the seal. To enter the third pavilion, you must first pass through the second one. , If you want to enter the second one, you must go through the first gate.

Xiaochen was just about to start picking out the magical powers, but he saw a thin booklet under his feet. When Xiaochen picked it up, he saw that it read, "Regulations of the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion", Xiaochen was puzzled, this thing He hadn't seen it before, and this was the first time he came to Tianxuan Pavilion, so he opened it and looked at it.

"******, Mr. Bai Rang was moved." After a while, Xiao Chen slammed the booklet onto the ground.

He originally thought that all the scriptures were lit up as a way for the sick old man to welcome him. He thought that the sick old man had changed his nature, but after reading the contents of this booklet, he found out again that he In front of the sick and elderly, he is still too young.

It clearly stated that after opening the Tianxuan Pavilion, the pavilion must be lit up with seven-star beads, but it did not write the reason. It was ridiculous that I thought it was the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that the old gangster lit up in order to welcome him.

"Never mind, let's find a magic trick first." Xiao Chen threw the booklet on the ground, and after secretly despising the sick old man, he rubbed his hands and walked towards the cabinets where the jade slips were placed.

Different from Tianshu Pavilion, Tianxuan Pavilion does not have many floors, but a tall hall with a direct view to the roof. There is not a single paper book in it. It is a small jade slip, and each cabinet is protected by a thin light curtain, which should be used to prevent dust.

Xiaochen looked at it roughly. There are thousands of jade slips in all the cabinets in the Tianxuan Pavilion. It would be difficult to pick out a magic skill from so many jade slips. More importantly, , Xiao Chen doesn't know what attributes his spiritual power is and what exercises are suitable for learning.

In this way, Xiaochen is like a blind fly, constantly rummaging in the Tianxuan Pavilion. He originally planned to find some special cabinets, and then look at Zhang's strange jade slips. Maybe it's magic, but in fact Yes, all the jade slips here are the same, and nothing can be seen from the appearance, and it is expressly stipulated here that you cannot read the content before you select it.

But who is Xiao Chen, the second head of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, the rules here, except for the sick and the elderly, isn't he the one who has the final say, so Xiao Chen told himself that the old hooligan didn't explain it, that's what I call the shots After that, he actually turned over the jade slips one by one.

In the past, people who came to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to choose exercises were followed by sick old people or other elders. Before they made a good choice, they must not peek at the contents of the jade slip without authorization. How can there be someone like Xiaochen, who is late at night Come in alone and do whatever you want.

The horizon has gradually turned white, and soon it will be dawn. At this time, Xiaochen is still buried in the thousands of jade slips in Tianxuan Pavilion, peeping all night.

In the beginning, Xiaochen also looked at how the jade slip he picked up was cultivated. Later, he chose it directly by name. If the name was too crude, he would throw it aside. If he was not aggressive, he would throw it aside. Throughout the night, he was not sure what he wanted.

"It doesn't matter, just touch one." Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, grabbed a jade slip in the area where the five elements were placed, and put it on his forehead to watch.

"What rubbish, I ate too much and turned the stone into gold." After speaking, Xiao Chen casually put the jade slip he just took out.

Xiaochen closed his eyes and touched his forehead with his right hand, "One last time." After speaking, he picked up another jade slip and looked at it.

Actually, the last time he said, I don't know how many times it was the last time. At first, he spent most of the night messing around, and then he thought that he had the skill of fire deficiency. The metallicity of the five elements must be greatly increased, and he did not know the attributes of his spiritual power, so he decided to look for it in the metallic area, so since the middle of the night, he has been repeating the "last time."

"Ah, I'm going crazy."

"This is definitely the last time."

More than an hour later, if it is a sunny summer day, I am afraid the sun has already risen in the sky, and Xiao Chen finally shrugged his head and walked out of Tianxuan Pavilion to the door of Tianshu Pavilion's sick old man's room.

"Bang." Xiao Chen kicked open the door of the sick old man's room, but he looked weak.

"Old hooligan, I've already made my choice, can you help me find out what this is?" Xiao Chen said with his head down, even though he didn't see the old man when he entered the door.

"Stinky boy, I'm sorry, you disturbed my old man's dream again." The sick old man shook his head and sat on the bed fiercely and said, "Hey, what did I say again, alas, it seems that he was persecuted Too deep."

Looking at Xiao Chen, the sick old man suddenly regained his spirits, laughed and said, "Little hooligan, hooligan, he must have been peeking, ah, hahaha..."

Xiaochen slowly raised his head, glanced at the sick old man, and then said, "Hurry up and help me see first, what is this thing, if you turn your hair into gold or something, just throw it away, young master? I learned."

It turns out that because he can check it out, Xiaochen is afraid that there will be more good ones in the future, so even if he picks something he wants a little bit, he wants to put it away first, then go back and forth, and when he wants to go back and look for the jade slip that he was optimistic about before, Finding that he couldn't find it, he could only pick it up and put it down repeatedly. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore, so he grabbed one and left Tianxuan Pavilion.

The sick old man took the jade slip from Xiaochen's hand and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Teachers, you really have good intentions." What Xiao Chen thought at the moment was that in the end, he also picked one at random. This whole night of busy work was no use, and he couldn't help but agree with the selection rules.

Actually, not everyone is like Xiaochen. If you change to normal disciples and give them such a chance, you will be able to pick up a practice that suits them quickly. Unfortunately, Xiaochen is not them, nor are they Xiaochen. .

"Oh, stinky boy, your craftsmanship is good, this is not bad." The sick old man weighed the jade slip in his hand, and then said.