Zheng Qiu sat in the teahouse on the first floor and waited patiently. Soon, the master flew down from upstairs with a streamer.

Master Ming Zong pointed to the outside of Fangcao Tower: "Disciple, let's go, let's go for a walk on the mountain."

"Master, won't you be giving lectures today?"

"I won't talk about what's in the book today. There are so many medicinal materials on Fangcao Peak. I'll take you to see the real ones."

The terraces at Fangcao Peak are similar to the floors in Fangcao Tower. They are a large circle around the mountain peak. There are stone stairs connecting the upper circle and the lower circle. Zheng Qiu followed the master from one terrace to the next. Walk around the terraced fields and listen to the master introduce the medicinal materials grown in the fields.

On the mountain behind Fangcao Peak, Zheng Qiu also saw two rows of thatched houses. The master told him that these thatched houses were raised with live medicinal materials, not many varieties, mainly smaller birds and animals.

After walking for a long time, Zheng Qiu asked tentatively: "Master, does our Qianyun Sect have a place like Wentian Pavilion?"

Master Ming Zong felt strange: "Yes, how did you know?"

Without waiting for Zheng Qiu to answer, the master nodded, smiled, and said to himself: "That's right, your sister must have heard of it. Apprentice, why do you ask this?"

Seeing that his master guessed that Yunyou had told him, Zheng Qiu became more courageous: "I heard that there are all kinds of exercises inside. I was thinking, since there are so many exercises, why not go inside and look for them? I will definitely be able to find a suitable technique for me to practice.”

Master Mingzong turned his gaze and stared at Zheng Qiu's face, as if he could see through his inner thoughts. Zheng Qiu felt guilty and shrank back.

Seeing this, the master withdrew his gaze, stroked the medicinal leaves and said: "There are indeed many techniques in Wentian Pavilion, but you can't go there now. There are rules in the sect. New disciples who join the sect must be five years old before they are eligible to enter Wentian." Pavilion.

After five years, you can go to Wentian Pavilion at any time. Except for some restricted floors, you can stay in the rest of it as long as you want."

After the words fell, Master Mingzong's hand stroking the herbs stopped in mid-air. His eyes looked into the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

Soon, he came back to his senses and said to Zheng Qiu: "Apprentice, master has something important to do. I'll be here today. You go back and practice your finger folding. We'll visit the rest of the place tomorrow."

Zheng Qiu was stunned for a moment. Why did the master suddenly want him to go back? Did he make the master angry because he asked about the exercises just now?

He quickly apologized to the master: "Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked..."

Master Mingzong waved his hand and interrupted him: "It has nothing to do with that. Master really has something important to do. You can go back and rest."

"Master?...Oh!" Zheng Qiu couldn't guess what the master was thinking, so he had to agree.

After Zheng Qiu left, Master Ming Zong raised the streamer directly into the sky, and the earth-yellow light swept towards the center of Qianyun Sect.

There are hundreds of peaks in the Qianyun Sect. In the center of these peaks, there is a small basin that is one hundred feet square. And in the center of the basin, stands a tower with a simple shape.

The tower is different from any other building in Qianyun Sect, with green tiles and cornices, wooden beams and iron columns, and thick moss hanging on the slightly yellowed brick walls. You can feel the ancient atmosphere just by looking at it.

The tower rises from the ground and towers into the clouds. Although it is built on a basin, its height far exceeds the surrounding peaks. Clouds in the sky wrap around the top of the tower, sometimes revealing the white snow on the eaves.

A stream of light passed through the sky and landed directly in front of the tower. The light dispersed, revealing the figure of Elder Ming Zong.

He raised his head and saw a plaque hanging on the big iron door of the tower. On the plaque were written three golden characters: Wentian Pavilion.

He continued to raise his head and look up, smacking his tongue. Wentian Pavilion was really high. With only wooden beams and iron pillars as supports, it could be built nearly a thousand stories and could stand for thousands of years. I wonder who the predecessors of the Jianqian Yun Sect were. How did you do it? It’s amazing.

Elder Ming Zong walked up the stairs to the front door of Wentian Pavilion.

There is a small square table beside the door, and behind the table sits a beautiful woman. She is wearing a purple patterned dress, holding a thick book in her hand and burying her head in it.

Elder Ming Zong stretched out his hand and knocked on the table: "Ming Si Chu, open the door."

The woman named Ming Siju put down her book and raised her head to look at the person she was looking at: "Hey, Ming Zong, what brought you here today?"

Elder Mingzong's eyelids twitched violently. This eyeshadow and red lips were so, so alluring.

He coughed and complained: "If you think about it, you are already dressed like this, who are you showing to me?"

"Oh, what are you talking about?" Ming Siju took out a silver mirror from his sleeve and looked at himself, then tilted his head and winked at Ming Zong, "Women, regardless of age, look good at any time. It all comes first, if you don’t want to see it, there are many people who want to see it.”

Elder Mingzong felt his body tremble and the hairs on his hands stood up. He avoided the other party's gaze and shouted: "Okay, okay, you are also an elder after all, so you can't be normal and use this trick all day long. You're making fun of young disciples. Hurry up and open the door, I have something urgent to do."

"Hey, don't be angry, why don't I open the door for you?"

After saying that, Elder Mingsiju raised her hand and patted the left side of the table. Snap, a hole opened on the tabletop, revealing a hidden compartment inside. She reached into the hidden compartment, took out a golden stick as long as her arm, and carefully At first glance, the carved patterns on this stick are exactly the same as the appearance of Wentian Pavilion.

Elder Mingsijiu tapped his fingers on the golden model of Wentian Pavilion. He heard a buzzing sound and the model flashed with golden light. Then, the large iron door of Wentian Pavilion slowly opened outward, revealing the dim space in the room. .

Elder Mingzong didn't want to talk nonsense with Mingsi, so he rushed into Wentian Pavilion without looking back.

"I didn't even say thank you. Really, it's those disciples who are more interesting." Ming Siju pouted and put the Wentian Pavilion model back into the secret compartment of the table.

There are no windows inside Wentian Pavilion. The only light comes from the lamp stones on the lampstands. There are about ten lampstands placed on each floor for the use of people who come in. Elder Mingzong picked up a lampstand and lit it, held it in his hand, raised his foot and stepped on it. Go up the creaky wooden stairs.

Each floor of Wentian Pavilion has the same layout. In the octagonal hall, tall bookshelves are placed in four directions. There is a small round table filled with lampstands in the center, and dozens of wooden frames are placed in the outermost corners. .

Elder Mingzong knew that Wentian Pavilion not only contained exercises and formations, but also historical records and masters' notes collected from all over Yunxiu. Some rare and unique copies were worth far more than ordinary exercises.

He kept going up the stairs, and on the way he met several disciples who were looking for exercises in the pavilion.

Elder Mingzong's steps were getting faster and faster, and the steps were sliding rapidly under his feet. The creaking sounds could hardly keep up with his pace. He seemed to be flying up the stairs.
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