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Hearing Ying Feiyang mention the riddle of the Three Emperors Enclosure, Ce Tianji curled his lips in disdain and said, "If you want to see the riddle of the Three Emperors Enclosure, then go find it yourself. The location of the riddle itself is a part of the riddle. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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But I advise you not to waste time. Although Yuan Tiangang is a scholar, he may not be able to beat your master in cultivation. Instead of wasting time blindly pursuing the cultivation method left by him, it is better to go back and squeeze something from the old ghost Qing Ku. "
Ying Feiyang said, "Then why does my Senior Martial Brother want to solve this puzzle? Why don't I use Master's swordsmanship? "
Ce Tianji said, "First, it was to establish his prestige and win over Si Tiantai's heart. Second, he had a falling out with Qing Ku that old ghost. He swore that he would never use the sword techniques that Qing Ku taught him." Speaking of this, Ce Tianji smacked his lips and looked like he was reminiscing, "The headmaster back then was about the same age as you are now. His sword technique was amazing. Tsk tsk, definitely not below you. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to use the sword anymore, why would he accept a little thing like you as a substitute?"
After Ce Tianji finished, he glanced at Ying Feiyang from the corner of his eyes. Who knew that after hearing his sarcasm, Ying Feiyang not only wasn't annoyed, but had a yearning look, as if he couldn't wait to find Mu Zixuan to test his sword. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, "None of the three of them are normal."
Ce Tianji coughed and interrupted Ying Feiyang's reverie. He said, "Don't think about the things left by Yuan Tiangang. But there are some other martial arts in the sect. If you are interested, you can also practice them. Now your cultivation is all on the sword. If one day you don't have a sword, let's see how you fight the enemy."
Ying Feiyang clenched his fist and hit his palm. He looked like he had thought of it and said, "That makes sense. Senior Martial Brother is pretending to be in closed-door training. I will do it for real. These days I will hide in Si Tiantai to practice martial arts. Sister Yaoyu can go as she pleases. I don't care." Then he urged Ce Tianji to take him to the Xuanji Pavilion where martial arts manuals were stored.
The Xuanji Pavilion was in the depths of the Heavenly Abode. The pavilion had four layers of heptagonal, which coincided with the stars in the sky. The door was tied with a mechanical lock made of a natal chart. From the inside to the outside, it was Yin and Yang, Four Symbols, Eight Trigrams, Heavenly Stems, and Earthly Branches … Layers upon layers made Ying Feiyang's head numb. Ce Tianji's hands rotated and turned the natal chart. He said complacently, "The Heaven's Fate Lock changes according to the year, season, hour, and different celestial phenomena. If one doesn't have accurate Fate Learning Kung Fu, no one can open this lock." As soon as he finished speaking, a creaking sound was heard. The door opened.
"Even an old liar like you can open it. It seems that this lock is not that good." Ying Feiyang said as he entered. He saw that there were rows of bookshelves in the pavilion. There was a pile of books. He flipped through a few of them, but they were all about divination. Ying Feiyang felt bored. He flipped through a few lines and threw them down. "Why are there all these fortune-telling books? Where are the martial arts manuals I want to see?"
Ce Tianji was so angry that he scolded him from behind, "You little brat, you really don't know that you have entered a treasure mountain. These books are the essence of our sect. They are the crystallization of thousands of years of wisdom from our predecessors. If you can understand them thoroughly, there is nothing you don't know in this world. But you little brat, you have eyes but can't see. You have to abandon the essentials to find a few martial arts manuals. Never mind, all the martial arts manuals are here. You can pick whatever you want. "Ce Tianji led Ying Feiyang to a corner of the pavilion. What entered his eyes were the names of the Heavenly Star Palm Power, the Art of Seven Stars, the Mysterious Sky Nine Transformations, and the others. Compared to the fortune-telling books, these martial arts manuals were in a remote corner but there was little dust on the bookshelves. The damage of the books was also heavier.
Ying Feiyang flipped over the wall and took a book, the Mysterious Sky Nine Transformations, and said, "It seems that I am not the only one who has eyes but can't see. Obviously, these martial arts manuals are more popular."
Ce Tianji said, "That's right. The Directorate of Heaven doesn't have enough people, so they used the emperor's banner to recruit a group of itinerant cultivators to make up the numbers. Now, the power in the Directorate of Heaven is divided into three groups. One group is the old group left by Yuan Tiangang, the other group is the remaining people of the Imperial Starry Sky brought by the sect leader like me. But the biggest group is the itinerant cultivators who were pulled in. This group of wandering cultivators have not seen much of the world. That's why they didn't read the books of great wisdom and went to study these martial arts that are not as good as the best. "
Ce Tianji spat again and warned, "You can read these books as you like and get rid of the redundant parts. You don't need to study them too much. The divination of the imperial family is the best in the world, but the ability to win is only average. Plus, these martial arts need to absorb the emperor's Ziwei Emperor Qi to help cultivate. If you practice it too deeply, you will be tied by the martial arts and never be able to leave the emperor's side for the rest of your life."
"Okay, okay, I got it." Ying Feiyang said impatiently: "I'm just killing time, it's not a sword art, who would bother to study it. Old Immortal Ce, I'll have to trouble you to lead the way, I won't be sending you off." Ying Feiyang held the book in one hand and made a human gesture with the other.
Ce Tianji sighed helplessly. After two steps, he suddenly thought of something and added, "Oh right, the sect master let you come here to help him. Don't just enjoy the benefits and not put in any effort. Three days later, Master Sima will mourn. Many practitioners from all walks of life will come. At that time, you will have to represent Si Tiantai to prevent people from using their cultivation to cause trouble in the imperial city!"
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What Ce Tianji said before he left made Ying Feiyang feel a knot in his heart. He originally wanted to hide from the people of Shangqing school, so he sought refuge with his senior. Who knew that he couldn't hide from them? In the end, he still had to face them. With a headache, he simply buried himself in his books and ignored these troublesome things. Baidu Search → AiQuXs.cOM
The Imperial Starry Sky focused on the stars and divination, followed by some spells and escape techniques, followed by fist and palm techniques. As for sword arts, there wasn't even a single one. Ying Feiyang flipped through a few books and knew that Ce Tianji's words were not false. The Imperial Starry Sky techniques were all based on the study of astrology and astrology. They were complicated, profound and exquisite, but they lacked the sharpness of the Ten Strikes and Ten Victories. Even though they still had some good points, they couldn't be considered as top level techniques.
Even so, he still read with great interest. Most of the books were obscure and difficult to understand. There were many words related to astrology and stars that he had never heard of before. Naturally, he didn't know what they meant. So, he found another astrology book to accompany him. As he read, he looked for the annotations. By the time he finished reading the Art of the Seven Planets, the sun had already set. Ying Feiyang didn't notice it at all. He exclaimed in his heart, "That day when Senior and I were fighting, there were a few techniques that came from the Art of the Seven Planets. It's just that these techniques aren't considered top level techniques, but in his hands, it was as if he was reborn.
As he said this, Ying Feiyang held a sword in one hand and a palm in the other. He was multitasking. In his mind, he was simulating how to use sword arts to break the Imperial Starry Sky techniques. His original intention of learning some fist and leg techniques to make up for his shortcomings was thrown to the back of his mind.
For three days, other than eating, Ying Feiyang stayed in the Xuan Ji Pavilion. When he was really tired, he would take a nap. The rest of the time, he was studying how to deal with these techniques. Even so, he only had time to read five books.
On the third day, Ce Tianji opened the Xuan Ji Pavilion again. As soon as he got close to Ying Feiyang, he felt a murky air assaulting his nose. He couldn't help but cover his nose and say, "Ying Tianming, did you stay here for three days?"
Ying Feiyang acted as if he didn't hear it. His hands were still gesticulating like he was daydreaming. Seeing this, Ce Tianji raised his hand to push him. The moment he touched his shoulder, he felt a sharp Qi. It was as if his spirit had suddenly returned to his body. His fingers were like a sword and pierced towards the Laogong acupoint on Ce Tianji's palm. The Laogong acupoint was the starting point of the Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian of the twelve standard meridians. It connected directly to the heart. Now that it was suddenly pierced, even though Ying Feiyang's finger didn't contain much power, it still made Ce Tianji's heart tremble. With a soft cry, Ying Feiyang seemed to wake up from a dream and said, "Celestial Ce, it's you. Why are you here?"
"Isn't it me? You little brat, you don't know how to control your strength. It hurts so much. "Ce Tianji scolded.
Ying Feiyang first flashed an apologetic look and then smiled, "Don't pretend to be weak. Just now, you moved your thumb by three inches and used the side of your palm to cut my finger. Not only did you block my move, but you also turned defense into offense. But halfway through your move, you suddenly changed back to your original state and took my finger. You like to hide your moves, so don't blame me for being heavy."
Ce Tianji rolled his eyes and said, "You have sharp eyes. Never mind, let's get down to business. Sima Chengzhen's funeral is about to begin. Look at you. Hurry and freshen up. Don't embarrass me, Si Tiantai."
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Wang Wu Mountain, Balcony Monastery. This was where Sima Chengzhen attained Dao. His lifetime of glory began here. Now, it had become the end of his life.
After Sima Chengzhen's death, his body was moved from Shang Qing Monastery in Luoyang to where the sect was located. It was Wang Wu Mountain's Balcony Monastery in the outskirts of Luoyang. Wang Wu Mountain was near Taihang in the east, Zhongtiao in the west, Taiyue in the north, and the Yellow River in the south. Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, it had the title of one of the nine famous mountains. It had always been an important place for Dao.
Entering along the mountain, there were thousands of ancient pines. All of them had twisted roots, simple and lush. They shrouded the entire mountain, like an otherworldly celestial scene. At a glance, the trees were like the sea. There was only a small winding path leading to the depths of the dense forest. Deep in the pine trees, as the wind swayed, a temple pavilion could be vaguely seen. It was really a winding path leading to a secluded place, an ancient monastery hidden deep in the mountain.
It was just that today, this celestial ancient monastery was covered with a layer of white mourning. White banners, white flags, white clothes, white flowers. After a few steps, the lush greenery was replaced by a sheet of white. It was as if a gloomy cloud had fallen straight down and covered the mountain top. It was full of sorrow.
Ying Feiyang walked step by step to the end of the Balcony Monastery. In his ears, he could already faintly hear the pretentious sorrowful cries breaking the quiet atmosphere. His heart was filled with mixed feelings. For a moment, he did not know how to face it. Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Junior Ying, you still came after all." Li Hanguang, who was wearing a white silk scarf and a plain robe, sighed.
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