Three days later, there was the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Qiongfeng Academy.
Ye Yuan used his spiritual power to send the last sect history book back to the high bookshelf. He frowned and looked very worried.
Although the book records several experiences in which Wangqing Peak was attacked by foreign enemies and turned into a battlefield.
However, in those few battles, the casualties of the various parties were not large, and it was not possible to form such a large-scale sea of filth.
Moreover, the cultivators of the Hehuan Sect in the past generations also had special secret places to transcend tribulations, which were not on the Wangqing Peak. In other words, the sea of filth was not formed due to the resentment of cultivators who failed to transcend tribulations.
Therefore, after browsing the history, Ye Yuan was still confused.
Ye Yuan could only think of one possibility at this time.
That is, one or several of the Hehuan Sect's leaders secretly did something tragic.
For example... I have to support tens of thousands of pretty boys to accumulate such a huge amount of resentment~
Of course, this possibility is... extremely small.
After all, there is no need to do this kind of thing secretly, it just needs to be done openly.
Moreover, female cultivators with advanced levels of cultivation have extremely high vision, and there are only a handful of people in the entire cultivation world who can take a fancy to them.
In addition, according to the records in the book, there are still a large number of old antiques on Wangqing Peak.
These old antiques have extremely high levels of cultivation and are even the Supreme Elders of the Hehuan Sect. Even the sect leader does not dare to act recklessly.
Although the cause of the formation of the sea of filth could not be found, it was impossible for Ye Yuan to give up the fat in his mouth.
"Although we haven't been able to find out the cause, it is still beneficial to be familiar with history. At least you know that life safety on Wangqing Peak is still guaranteed."
Ye Yuan slowly walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, turned a corner, and looked in through the open window. The school was empty, without a single student.
"Well, where are the people?"
Looking up at the sky, Ye Yuan suddenly realized that the sun had passed noon.
"It turns out that it's already afternoon."
"I've been reading so hard these days that I've actually ignored the change in time."
The square with Qiongfeng is very close to the school, less than 200 meters away, but there is a bamboo forest in the middle, which is where Sun Ru picked up the little green bottle.
Otherwise, we can say that she is the daughter of luck and the protagonist of destiny.
The bamboo forest is full of people coming and going every day, and it never stops.
But no one else could discover the existence of the little green bottle. Only Sun Ru discovered it the first time she left and picked up the little green bottle.
What is this if I don't have great luck?
The quiet bamboo forest, with mottled light and shadow on the ground, the gentle breeze blowing, and the rustling bamboo leaves should have made people feel noisy, but unexpectedly composed a natural and harmonious music that made people feel peaceful.
Halfway through the walk, Ye Yuan looked to the left, and sure enough there was a small pit. In addition to three or two withered yellow bamboo leaves, there was also some fresh soil in the pit.
According to friend Sun Ru, the small pit was originally covered by bamboo leaves.
At that time, she didn't pay attention and stepped on it.
Then, it rolled out like a gourd for a long distance.
Fortunately, there were many bamboo leaves on the ground and she was not injured.
She was curious, so she went back and dug for a while, and then she found the small green bottle covered with a thin layer of soil.
She didn't pay much attention to it at first, but she couldn't open the little green bottle. She was unwilling to do so, so she took the little green bottle back.
Thinking of this, Ye Yuan had already arrived at the small pit.
Inhale hard through your nose, and all the odor molecules in the small pit will be revealed.
Specific images appeared in her mind one by one, such as withered bamboo leaves, black soil, and the embarrassed Sun Ru...
After a while, Ye Yuan murmured to himself in confusion.
"Strange, there is no smell of the little green bottle!"
"That day, I obviously smelled the special smell of the little green bottle!"
"Did it dissipate or be erased?"
Ye Yuan looked around suspiciously. Of course...he didn't see anything.
Ye Yuan was unwilling to give in.
He immediately communicated with the Qiankun Cauldron, and a mysterious force suddenly spread to the surroundings, reaching the edge of the bamboo forest in an instant, and then... came to an abrupt end.
The next moment, this force contracted crazily, returned to its original point in an instant, and disappeared.
It's like it never happened.
But the result is that there is nothing abnormal in the bamboo forest, and the same is true underground. This is an ordinary bamboo forest.
This is the result of Ye Yuan's detection, and there is almost no error.
If... it's wrong, then it's not something that monks in the mortal world can do.
"Forget it, if you can't find it, you can't find it."
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The square with Qiongfeng is extremely wide, as big as more than a dozen football fields.
The square is paved with white jade, and there are formations on the ground that can clean themselves and remain unscathed by attacks from Golden Core monks.
This is a good place for Qiongfeng's low-level disciples to practice Taoism.
Of course, Sun Ru, a little friend who has just started, naturally has no Taoist methods to practice.
New disciples like her are still in the basic stage of laying foundations. As for learning fighting techniques, it is still very early.
At the edge of the square, Qiu Yu was inspecting a group of junior sisters who were exercising and educating them.
"Zha Ma Step is the first step in physical training and the foundation among foundations."
"I know some people may want to ask, Zamabu is a mortal method, and we are obviously monks, why do we still use such mortal methods."
No one spoke. Many little carrot heads were squatting, their legs were shaking slightly, and they were sweating like rain.
The pointer in Qiu Yu's hand was lightly twitched, and the little friend whose movements were about to change shape said "Hey", and his posture immediately became standard.
Seeing that there were more and more little friends who couldn't hold on, she could only speed up, keep pumping, and explained.
"Although it is just a mortal method, this is indeed the best way for beginners to practice."
"You must still be wondering why cultivating immortals requires physical training, right?"
What many little friends want to say is that they don’t want to know, they just want to rest.
It's a pity that they don't dare.
They were already tired after standing for an hour, and they didn't want to stand for another quarter of an hour.
When they first started, they thought that the mature and steady senior sister Qiuyu... was a kind and amiable elder sister.
But now it seems that she is simply a selfless devil.
Previously, a new disciple was so weak that Zamabu was about to faint.
The result was good, as he was whipped awake by the female devil with a pointer.
The continuous pitiful screams frightened them! They were all like little quails, and they no longer dared to smile playfully with her.
Qiu Yu completely ignored the pitiful looks below and warned herself.
"You must remember that the body is the foundation of everything, at least before ascension."
"Not to mention overcoming tribulations, if you don't have a good body, you will most likely end up in ashes."
"Just talking about the current practice, if you are not in good health, you may be overwhelmed by your own spiritual power. In short, body training must not be taken lightly, you know?"
"Know!"
The little carrot heads roared feebly, but they didn't dare to use too much force, otherwise their movements would be easily deformed.
Although the devil's pointer can correct posture without leaving any scars, it does... hurt!