Chapter 92 Method

Although it is getting late, there are still many disciples in the Jingshuo Pavilion. This huge pavilion, which is up to nine floors high and covers an area of several miles, is brightly lit everywhere, and there is an antique bronze condensing lamp on the wall every ten steps. This condensation lamp, which is extracted from strange flowers and grass with calming gas lamp oil, is also a huge cost every day. Only huge sects such as Miao Chengzong can have enough financial resources to inhibit such consumption. If it were other small sects, there is definitely no such handwriting.

Gan Ping walked into the pavilion, and bursts of fragrance came to his nose. His mind, which was originally exhausted because of the deduction of the array, suddenly felt refreshed. Every time he came, he had to admire the magic effect of this condensing lamp. After a broken table at the door, an old man with white hair and ragged clothes was carrying a wine bottle and drinking freely. Gan Ping hurried forward to salute, "Uncle Ma, hello, Xuanyan's box is reasonable." The old man lifted his eyelids and said, "Oh, you're here. Go in. You can watch the first three floors of the Shuo Pavilion at will, but don't be close to the entrance of the fourth floor, otherwise it will take me a lot of effort if you touch the ban."

Gan Ping couldn't help blushing when he heard the words. When he first came here, he didn't understand the rules here. As a result, he was forbidden to eat the boss. Fortunately, Uncle Ma in front of him found it and released it early, otherwise he didn't know how long it would last. After taking the pass token thrown by the old man, Gan Ping hung it on his wrist, thanked him again and walked into the cabinet.

Through the thin forbidden light curtain at the entrance, Gan Ping saw many disciples with different clothes in the middle of a row of bookshelves shuttled through it, all in a hurry. These disciples have strict rules on the time to enter Jingshuo Pavilion every month, so every disciple who enters it cherishes this rare opportunity. Gan Ping stepped through the thin forbidden light curtain, and a spiritual fluctuation swept over him. After detecting the small token of the strange material on his wrist, No more silence.

The busy disciples didn't care at all that there was a disciple in white like Gan Ping next to them. Occasionally, someone looked up and saw the three golden lines on the cuffs of Gan Ping's white clothes, who was looking through the books, and they were slightly surprised, and there was no envy in his eyes. These three golden lines represent the identity of Gan Ping's personal disciples. Compared with those inner disciples, Gan Ping's status in the door is undoubtedly much higher.

Irring the eyes of those disciples, Gan Ping went straight to the second floor. There are undoubtedly fewer disciples here. This is no longer a place where low-level disciples can go in and out at will. If it weren't for Gan Ping's identity, he would not be qualified to enter it at all. Gan Ping did not look through the cultivation experience left by his predecessors like other disciples. For him, finding a way to treat Linger is the most important thing.

Most of the first two floors of the Jingshuo Pavilion are the cultivation experience of some monks in the realm of chemical liquid and golden elixir, mixed with some low-level mental skills and swordsmanship. With the breadth of the Sutra Pavilion and the accumulation of thousands of years, there are hundreds of thousands of books on the first two floors of the pavilion alone. If you want to study them one by one, I'm afraid there will be It is impossible to read the longevity of thousands of years one by one.

Since breaking through the middle level of gas refining, Gan Ping has felt the benefits of cultivation little by little. If you put it in the past, Gan Ping will have to look through any book for several hours before he can finish it in a hurry. But now he has refined his brain power and qi and blood at a high level. Although he can't forget it, he can barely do it in dozens of lines at a glance. He has already turned over all the books of gods and monsters in the first floor.

The books on the first and second floors of the Sutra Pavilion are extremely messy, and hundreds of thousands of books are put together. This classification is also a headache. Therefore, these books can only be roughly divided into several categories and placed in order. Most of the first layer are some cultivation experiences, but there are not many secrets of those gods and monsters. It is only one percent. Gan Ping has read it roughly in just a month. He was not dismayed to find that even in such a large sect as Miaochengzong, the treatment for the incomplete soul was extremely rare. On the contrary, these methods are roughly mentioned in several books about the description of the evil sect. It is also the same. In the Tianfu mainland, only the evil sects of the demon sect will study the art of the soul, but most of them are also the methods of harming people, and there are not too many ways to treat them.

So if you dare to fight, you will put the West on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Under the ten-thousand-year accumulation of Miaochengzong, there may be a few seized magic secrets scattered among them, and you may be able to find them in this second level. Because these secrets are messy, these hundreds of thousands of books are mixed with some high-level spells. In the past, there were disciples who found the precedent of six-grade swordsmanship in the first level, and it is impossible to think about magic skills.

Reaching out and taking out a tattered secret book from the bookshelf, Gan Ping frowned slightly. This has its own prohibition of preserving secrets in the Shuo Pavilion. Otherwise, the secrets would have been turned into ashes for ten thousand years. It is rare to have such a tattered secret book in front of you. The cover of the book has long been tattered, and there are faint oil stains on it. Half of the cover will be torn off, and the name of the book cannot be seen.

Gan Ping frowned and opened it, but was disappointed to find that this was just a record of his predecessor's experience of traveling through the whole Tianfu mainland. During the period, the records were incoherent, and even the handwriting was extremely scribbled. Just when Gan Ping wanted to put it back on the bookshelf, a row of rather scribbled handwriting came into sight. There is wood in Qinghuo Yanzhou, and the ghost crows are surrounded by miasma. It is difficult to cross under the golden elixir. There are fairy grasses in it, which can repair the soul.

This line is like a thunderbolt blowing on Gan Ping's head. Over these days, it has finally found a cure for the damaged soul. Immortal practitioners are different from mortals. As long as they step on the road of cultivation, the soul will be extremely solid after gradual cultivation. Even if the body is damaged, it can maintain the integrity of the soul. But the soul of mortals is not like this. Once it is damaged, it will be extremely difficult to repair. Moreover, immortals will not go to researchers and other things that have nothing to do with themselves, so it is so difficult for Gan Ping to find such methods.

This shabby note gives Gan Ping a brand-new road. Why do you blindly seek spells to repair the soul? There are also many spiritual things in the world that can help the soul recover. If you can find one, it is only a matter of time for Linger to wake up. Thinking of this, Gan Ping secretly suppressed the excitement in his heart and walked towards the travel notes of those predecessors. He was really stupid. In terms of the utility of spiritual objects, who can be compared with his master Wu Yi Zi. As an alchemy master, no one can understand the medicinal properties of these spiritual objects better than him.

At this time, Gan Ping had secretly decided that he would read all the secrets of Master Wu Yizi tomorrow, but it was late today, so he had to hold back the excitement in his heart and checked it up in this Jing Shuo Pavilion.