Li Zhongxian buried himself on the table and wrote and drew. After completing all the formalities, he came out again.
"Junior brother, come with me. Senior brother will take you to choose a few exercises. After that, you will go to work in the medicine field."
"Okay, I will follow my senior brother's arrangements."
Hearing this, Li Zhongxian looked at Chen Qingyan again.
"Don't you want to go home during the two days of Yangshen Festival?"
Chen Qingyan was stunned and said in surprise: "Aren't you going to work in the medicine field soon?"
Li Zhongxian gently touched his palm and said with a smile: "Hahahaha, there is no need to be in such a hurry. Someone is temporarily watching the medicine field... Forget it, you put your things here first and come over the day after tomorrow. I missed the Yangshen Festival. Later
, we don’t have that much time.”
"I listen to senior brother. However, junior brother wants to receive the exercises first and then go home."
Chen Qingyan hesitated for a moment before answering.
At this time, they had not gone out. People working around them heard the conversation between the two, but they did not look at them again. It seemed that they no longer paid attention to a newly promoted outer disciple.
After a while,
Li Zhongxian and Chen Qingyan came to the Chuan Gong Hall.
Chen Qingyan has actually been to the Lingu Gongzhuan Hall once. When he first became a busboy half a year ago, he didn't even enter the door on the bottom floor. He and several busboys stood outside and received a copy of "Gu Yuan".
Rubbings of "Gong".
The second time is now.
As he retracted his right foot, he finally truly entered the power transmission hall.
What you see is an empty stone room lined with bricks and stones. Perhaps it is due to poor ventilation. After entering, you can obviously feel that the air is a bit stuffy and there is a faint musty smell.
This couldn't help but surprise him.
The Five Grain Hall is equipped with formations, and the interior is dry and fresh. It can be used as the transfer hall of the sect's important place, and it is actually similar to an ordinary factory building.
Could those musty smells be emitted from the paper on which the exercises were recorded?
Lin Zhongxian took Chen Qingyan to a semi-enclosed stone room that looked like it had not been taken care of for a long time. After lighting the oil lamp on the wall, the scene inside finally appeared.
Chen Qingyan was stunned for a moment and then regained his composure.
In the stone room, there are suspended wooden shelves on four sides, which are densely packed with books stacked on top of each other. There is also a ladder on the bookshelf on the left.
His nose twitched slightly and he smelled a strong musty smell.
It suddenly became clear in my heart.
"Look for it. You can choose three of the exercises above."
Lin Zhongxian has been here many times. After lighting the lamp, he did not enter.
Seeing that the other party was busy, Chen Qingyan had no choice but to go in and choose.
But when I entered the stone room and saw the library that was packed like a garbage heap, I didn't know what to do for a moment.
After thinking about it for a while, I simply started looking at the row of bookshelves on the left.
"You can only choose three books."
He murmured and picked up the outermost book.
"Gu Yuan Gong"
He couldn't help but be stunned. After flipping through it quickly, he gave it up. He immediately looked around and scanned the front row. Sure enough, this layer of books was all about Gu Yuan Gong.
He finally understood where the "Gu Yuan Gong" he received at that time came from.
Under the dim light, he looked up to the floor above.
The upper-level book is finally not the Gu Yuan Gong, but an unknown Kung Fu called "Qing Mi".
Chen Qingyan did not rush to read it this time, but quickly looked around.
I still see a whole floor of books with the same name.
After doing this twice, he finally understood that many of the books in the stone chamber were actually repetitive. It seemed like there were many, but in fact there were only about ten types of exercises to choose from.
And all of them are rubbings.
No wonder it gets moldy. Those things underneath are left unattended and uncared for, so it is natural for them to get moldy and rotten.
Chen Qingyan picked out a copy of the "Green Secret" technique that seemed to have nothing missing, and then walked to each row and floor to pick and choose.
"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Signing in to Become a God"
In the end, there were eleven more exercises in hand.
These are all the types of exercises in this stone room.
After putting back the existing Gu Yuan Gong, there are still ten.
Turning his head, Li Zhongxian saw him and only raised three fingers to indicate, but then did not urge him or give any hints.
Chen Qingyan simply leaned under the lamp and read through these exercises.
The introduction contains a description of the exercises and advice.
After a cup of tea, Chen Qingyan had a choice.
He walked out of the stone room with three rubbings of secret books. Lin Zhongxian glanced at him, said nothing, turned off the lights, and led him out of the warehouse-like Kung Fu Hall.
After leaving the Chuan Gong Hall, Lin Zhongxian took Chen Qingyan to the Miscellaneous Hall, and with the help of a female disciple, he received two sets of fitting outer disciple clothing.
After a while, Chen Qingyan and Lin Zhongxian, who had changed into gray outfits, returned to where they started. After chatting for a few words, they confirmed that they would come back the day after tomorrow to take away the documents and go to the medicine field. Chen Qingyan hung the Qinggang Order on his belt and went to work.
Went straight out the door.
When I arrived at the door, I happened to pass by a tall, muscular man with a pale face.
He looked back and found that the other party had walked up to Lin Zhongxian and started chatting with him.
Then he withdrew his gaze and strode towards the main peak of Lin Valley.
He planned to visit Gu Fengwu.
He is now an outer sect member. Although he missed the Gu Summit and Wushu, he is still qualified if he is just a spectator.
After being freed from his lowly status, Chen Qingyan was in a particularly comfortable mood, and his steps became much more brisk when he walked.
Approaching the main peak.
A burst of lively cheering could be heard in the distance.
Chen Qingyan couldn't help but stop. There were several outer disciples around seventeen or eighteen years old walking past quickly and climbing up the steps with strong steps.
Tsk~
There was an unusual sound.
Chen Qingyan looked up and saw a burst of heart-wrenching magic weapon light erupting from the highest point of the main peak.
If you listen carefully, you can still vaguely hear the subtle sound of gold and iron.
Wow——
There was another sea of people shouting.
The shouting suddenly covered up the small sound of metal and iron.
Chen Qingyan strode forward and climbed to the main peak of Lingu in one breath.
The huge square was crowded with people.
Chen Qingyan turned his head and looked left and right under the stone stairs, and saw rows of stone benches arranged in an oval sphere made of eggs cut in half. The benches were full of people, and those booing and shouting came from here.
This square actually accommodates tens of thousands of people.
Most of them have the same outer door as his, and there are two handymen standing on both sides of the stairs.
The handyman Chen Qingyan has seen many, but never so many outer disciples.
In the booklet that Lin Zhongxian selected for him previously, he had never seen so many positions.
But then I thought about the tens of millions of people in Jugu City, plus the demons that were always threatening people in and outside the city, and I felt that this was normal, and even felt that these were a little bit missing.
Lin Zhongxian is only an outsider, and may only be in charge of a very small part of the work.
Chen Qingyan walked down the steps step by step, focusing on the various stages divided into blocks in the center. This fighting method gave him a sense of familiarity inexplicably.
At the Shengwu Dojo, it seemed that the competition was similar.
It's just that there is no golden lead.
After walking for a while, I finally found an empty seat and sat down.
In the upper space, violent vibrations came in vain.
A lot of dust fell from the cracks in the bone wall at high altitudes.
The upper level is the monk-level Gu Feng Wu. The battle is so fierce that it is completely different from the outer door.
Only the inner sect and monks are qualified to watch the battle.
Chen Qingyan sat and watched for a while, and heard a lot of useful information from the disciples who were talking loudly around him.
For example, in every Yangshen Festival, the weakest disciples who dare to participate in Gushan Kung Fu are from the seventh level of Guyuan Kung Fu. There are no less than 300 disciples who have perfected the technique. The winner will be given a "fierce god" or "evil evil spirit".
A "magic weapon", a great merit of "one hundred", and a bone coin of "one hundred thousand".
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