Liang Yan was confused, but he still got up and walked out. He opened the door and saw a man in white standing in the courtyard, looking at him with a smile on his face.
"It turns out that Senior Brother Wang is here. I wonder what you are doing?"
"Haha, Junior Brother Liang, you don't have to be too humble! You went out this time to help Senior Sister Tang clear out the loose cultivators who were against the sect in Yongle Town, and you also investigated the specific situation of their association. You have made a great contribution! Wang is here specially this time.
To announce the sect’s award to you.”
Wang Biao's face became solemn as he spoke, and he said seriously: "Zhenmai handyman disciple Liang Yan listens to the order. Because of your meritorious service in killing the enemy, the sect has given you two hundred high-grade spiritual stones, one medium-grade spiritual stone, and five spiritual gathering pills."
, plus a ‘letter order’.”
As he spoke, he took out a green cloth bag and handed it to Liang Yan, and then said: "The elixir and the order are all in it. As for the spiritual stone, you need to go to the Li Pavilion to get it yourself."
Liang Yan's expression changed and he asked Wang Biao: "Brother Wang, it's funny to say that there are a few things that Liang doesn't understand."
"Oh? What don't you understand? Junior brother, please tell me."
"What is the difference between this middle-grade spiritual stone and ordinary spiritual stone, and what is the purpose of this order?"
"So this is what junior brother asked." Wang Biao nodded and said: "The spiritual stones in the world of immortality are divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. Theoretically, one high-grade spiritual stone is equal to one hundred medium-grade spiritual stones, and one middle-grade spiritual stone is equal to
One hundred low-grade spiritual stones. But in fact, in some special places, the price of high-grade spiritual stones is slightly higher than this theoretical price."
"Why is this?" Liang Yan asked puzzledly.
"Because of some magic circles and restrictions, only high-grade spiritual stones can be used. No matter how many low-grade spiritual stones you have, you won't be able to use them."
"I see." Liang Yan suddenly said: "Then what about this letter?"
"It's simple. With this 'letter', you can go to the Chuan Gong Pavilion to choose any two secret techniques or exercises to study. You must know that our Yixing Pavilion is very strict in teaching, let alone the handyman disciples who have not entered the Chuan Gong Pavilion.
The opportunities in the Gong Pavilion are that outer sect disciples can only enter the Chuan Gong Pavilion every three years to choose a book of exercises or secret techniques. This shows how heavy the sect’s rewards are to you.”
Liang Yan was overjoyed after hearing this. He had been admiring the method of sword cultivation for a long time, but he had been unable to get started because he did not have the secret method of sword cultivation. This was a rare opportunity, so he wanted to go to Chuan Gong Pavilion to choose a secret method of sword cultivation and study it carefully.
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He was in a good mood, saluted Wang Biao and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Wang!"
"Hahaha, Wang is just a messenger. Junior Brother Liang's achievements are all due to his own efforts."
Wang Biao seemed to be quite satisfied with him, and nodded: "I will tell Junior Brother Liang one more thing. The Pavilion Master also knows about your outing this time. She is quite satisfied with your performance, and I believe that by then the six-year appointment will be made
It's just a formality, Wang would like to congratulate Junior Brother Liang in advance on his promotion to an outer disciple!"
"I didn't expect that such a trivial matter would even alarm the pavilion master." Liang Yan seemed a little unbelievable.
Wang Biao said with a strange look on his face: "A trivial matter? No, no, no, this is not a trivial matter." He paused and then said: "Restoring the normal mining of the spiritual mine branch may be a trivial matter, but the life of Senior Sister Tang is.
Top priority"
Seeing that Wang Biao was hesitant to speak, Liang Yan was so shrewd that he naturally understood the meaning behind his words. This Tang Diexian probably had a lot of background.
But the next moment Wang Biao returned to normal. As if he suddenly remembered something, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms and handed it to Liang Yan.
"This is what an uncle asked me to pass on to you."
Liang Yan reached out and took it, wondering: "I wonder which uncle it is?"
"I don't know the specific situation. This bamboo slip was also handed over to me by another disciple. Maybe Junior Brother Liang will know after opening it. Okay, Wang's things have been brought to me. The task is completed, so I leave now."
Liang Yan sent him out of the yard, watched him leave, and then turned back to his room. First he took out the bamboo slip, put it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, and thought to himself: "In the entire Yixing Pavilion, I only know two senior uncles.
Could it be Uncle Lin or Uncle Zhou?"
Thinking of this, two people appeared in Liang Yan's mind, namely a scholar in blue robes and a woman in blue clothes. He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, and slowly opened the bamboo slips.
Unexpectedly, the bamboo slips had just been unfolded halfway when they suddenly flew out of his hands, circling and flying in the air. With a bang, they turned into a puff of smoke, and then a woman's voice came from inside:
"In seven days, listen to Mei Feng see me."
This voice was dignified and soft, without any emotion, but it also had an irresistible pressure.
It took Liang Yan a long time to calm down, and he vaguely remembered that Zhuo Bufan once told him that there was a kind of "sound transmission jade slip". However, this thing was not a commodity on the street. Not to mention ordinary disciples, even the masters and uncles were very good at it.
It is rarely used, not to mention that he is just a handyman disciple. Why should this person go to such trouble to use the "Jade Slips of Sound Transmission"?
"Unless this person doesn't want others to know about his summons!"
Liang Yan suddenly had an idea and thought of a possibility. This "sound transmission jade slip" is a one-time use and will be destroyed automatically after use. It will not leave any evidence and is not afraid of any disciples who dare to peek on the road. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
It's possible, but I'm afraid the purpose of "Uncle Master" behind this is not simple.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of anyone he knew who had the same voice as the jade slip. He thought about it for a long time and had no clue, so he could only give up and thought to himself: "
Now that he's here, let's make peace with him. Anyway, there can't be any Hongmen Banquet within our sect. What the purpose of this person is, we'll know when we see him."
He shook his head and suddenly noticed a jade pendant floating in the air where the bamboo slips disappeared. So he reached out and took it out. When he took a look, he found that it was an extremely ordinary jade pendant with no spiritual power at all.
"It seems that this is the proof of meeting."
Liang Yan put it away and stopped thinking about it. Instead, he took out a green cloth bag and poured out a green token with the following four simple characters: "All methods return to the clan."
"This is the so-called 'letter order'!"
Thinking of the secret sword cultivation skills in the Chuan Gong Pavilion, Liang Yan's heart became hot and he couldn't wait to walk out of the room and walked towards the Chuan Gong Pavilion.
He followed the sect map and walked for about half an hour when he suddenly saw a tall and green mountain peak and a stone tablet on the mountain path with the words "Chuangong Mountain" engraved on it.
"This is it!" Liang Yan checked the map and climbed up the stone steps.
He is now at the fifth level of qi training, plus he is an individual practitioner, so climbing mountains and ridges is just a piece of cake. In less than half a stick of incense, Liang Yan has already reached the top of the mountain.
I saw a vermilion-red loft lying across the top of the mountain. The reason why it is called "lying" is because the loft is too big, covering an area of about tens of feet square. It is not the same as the Zhenmai, which is only six or seven feet wide.
The library is comparable.
This vermilion attic is divided into three floors. On the middle floor is a huge plaque with three characters: "Chuangong Pavilion".
The whole attic has one door each in the east, west, north and south, with a total of four doors. There is a wooden table in front of each door, and a gatekeeper disciple sits on each door. Liang Yan observed the cultivation of these people, and found that they were at least 8th level of Qi training, and the highest
One of them has even reached the peak of the 9th level of Qi training, which is the realm of half-step foundation building.
This is just a gatekeeper disciple. With Liang Yan's keen six senses, he has already sensed the chilling aura near the Chuan Gong Pavilion. It is obvious that there is more than one uncle here. It's just that the difference in realm is too big, and he can't sense it.
Its specific location is just that. But if anyone dares to cause trouble here, they will be crushed to death immediately, and Liang Yan will not be surprised at all.
With a slight chill in his heart, he straightened his clothes and walked towards the east gate.
Behind the wooden table in front of the east gate, a tall man in green clothes was sitting. On his chest was a gatekeeper's identity card with the word "Li San" written on it.
While Liang Yan secretly cursed that the name looked like a waiter in a shop, he took out the "letter order" and handed it to the table respectfully.
Then Li San lowered his head and glanced at the token on the table, nodded and put it away, and said: "You have one hour to choose any two skills or secret techniques on the first floor of the Chuan Gong Pavilion."
"Junior brother understands."
Liang Yanchong cupped his hands and couldn't wait to enter the Chuan Gong Pavilion.
