Although it was getting late, there were still a lot of disciples in the Jingshuo Pavilion, and this huge pavilion with nine floors and an area of several miles was brightly lit, and there was an antique bronze contemplation lamp on the wall every ten steps. This burning condensing lamp with calming lamp oil extracted from strange flowers and plants, the daily cost is also a huge expense, and only a huge sect like Miaochengzong can have enough financial resources to resist such consumption, and other small sects have absolutely no such skills.

Gan Ping walked into the pavilion, bursts of fragrance came to his nose, and his mind, which was originally exhausted by deducing the formation, was suddenly refreshed, and every time he came, he had to praise the magic effect of this condensing lamp. Behind a broken table at the door, an old man with white hair and tattered clothes was carrying a wine bottle and drinking himself, Gan Ping hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "Uncle Ma is fine, Xuan Yan is reasonable." The old man lifted his eyelids, "Oh, you're here, let's go in, you can watch it at will on the first three floors of the Jingshuo Pavilion, but Hugh has to be close to the entrance of the fourth floor, otherwise it will touch the prohibition and the old man will have to spend a lot of time." ”

Gan Ping couldn't help blushing slightly when he heard this, he didn't understand the rules here when he first came, but he was touched by the ban and suffered from the boss, fortunately, this Uncle Ma in front of him found out and released it early, otherwise I don't know how long it will take. Taking the pass token thrown by the old man, Gan Ping hung it on his wrist, thanked him again, and walked into the pavilion.

Through the thin forbidden light curtain at the entrance, Gan Ping saw many disciples of different clothes and decorations shuttling through the rows of bookshelves on the first floor, all of them in a hurry. These disciples have strict rules on the time they can enter the 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 power fluctuation swept over him, and after detecting the small token of the strange material on his wrist, there was no sound.

The busy disciples didn't care at all that there was a white-clothed disciple like Gan Ping next to them, but occasionally someone raised their heads and saw the three gold threads on the cuffs of the white clothes on Gan Ping, who was looking through the books, and they were slightly surprised, and there was envy in their eyes. These three golden threads represent the identity of Gan Ping's personal disciples, and compared to those inner disciples, Gan Ping's status in the door is undoubtedly much higher.

Ignoring the eyes of those disciples, Gan Ping went straight to the second layer, there are undoubtedly many fewer disciples here, this is no longer a place where low-level disciples can enter and exit at will, if it weren't for Gan Ping's identity, he would not be qualified to enter it at all. Gan Ping didn't look through the cultivation experience left by his predecessors like other disciples, for him, finding a way to cure Ling'er was the most important thing.

The first two layers of the Jingshuo Pavilion are mostly the cultivation experience of some monks in the realm of chemical liquid and Jindan, mixed with some low-level mental techniques and swordsmanship, with the breadth of the Jingshuo Pavilion and the accumulation of thousands of years of Miao Chengzong, there are hundreds of thousands of books in the first two layers of the pavilion alone, if you want to study them one by one, I am afraid that it is impossible to read them one by one with thousands of years of longevity.

Since breaking through the cultivation of the middle level of qi refining, Gan Ping has only felt the benefits of cultivation little by little, if it was placed in the past, any book Gan Ping had to read for several hours before he could finish it in a hurry. But now that he has refined qi at a high level, his brain power and qi and blood are extremely full, although he can't never forget it, but he can barely do it at a glance and dozens of lines, and when he came to this Jingshuo Pavilion several times, he has already turned over all the books of gods and monsters in the first layer.

The books on the first and second floors of this Jingshuo Pavilion are extremely messy, and hundreds of thousands of books are put together, and this classification is also a headache. Therefore, within the sect, these books can only be roughly divided into several categories and placed in order. Most of the first layer is some cultivation experience, and there are not many cheats of those gods and monsters, only one percent, and Gan Ping has read them roughly in just a month. He was not without frustration to find that even among the major sects such as the Miao Cheng Sect, there were extremely few ways to cure the mutilated soul. However, in several books on the description of evil sects, these methods are mentioned roughly, and I think it is also true, only the people of the Demon Sect Evil Sect in the Tianfu Continent will study the art of souls, but most of them are harmful methods, and there are not too many ways to cure them.

Therefore, if you dare to fight it, you will put the West in the second layer of this Jingshuo Pavilion, and under the accumulation of Miao Chengzong for thousands of years, there may be so many seized Demon Dao cheats scattered among them, and you may be able to find them in this second layer. Because these cheats are chaotic, it is possible that there are some high-level spells mixed in these hundreds of thousands of books, and there have been precedents for disciples to find six-grade swordsmanship in the first layer, and it is not impossible to think of demonic exercises.

Reaching out and taking out a tattered cheatbook from the bookshelf, Gan Ping frowned slightly, this is forbidden by the Shuo Pavilion to preserve the cheats, otherwise the cheats in it would have turned into ashes in ten thousand years. It is rare to see such a tattered level of cheats, the cover of the book has already been tattered, there are faint oil stains on it, half of the cover has been torn off, and the name of the book is not visible.

Gan Ping frowned and opened it, but was disappointed to find that this was just a record of the experience of the predecessors who traveled to the entire Tianfu Continent, during which the records were incoherent and incoherent, and even the handwriting was unusually scribbled, just when Gan Ping wanted to put it back on the shelf, a row of rather scribbled handwriting came into view. "There is a wood in Qinghuo Yanzhou, surrounded by ghost crows, and it is difficult to pass under the golden pill, and there is fairy grass in the middle, which can repair the soul. ”

This line of words is like a thunderbolt exploding above Gan Ping's head, these days have finally found a cure for the broken soul, immortal cultivators are different from mortals, as long as they step into the path of cultivation, the soul will be extremely solid after gradual cultivation, even if the body is damaged, it can also keep the soul intact. But this is not the case with mortal souls, once they are damaged, it will be extremely difficult to repair, and immortal cultivators will not study things that have nothing to do with themselves, so it is so difficult for Gan Ping to seek such a method.

This tattered notebook gave Gan Ping a new avenue, why should he blindly seek spells to repair his soul? There are also many heaven and earth spiritual objects in the world that can help the soul recover, if one can be found, then it is only a matter of time before Ling'er wakes up. Thinking of this, Gan Ping secretly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and walked towards the travel notes of those seniors, he was really stupid, if it was about the utility of spiritual objects, who could compare to his master Wuyunzi, as an alchemy master, no one could understand the medicinal properties of these spiritual objects better than him.

Gan Ping had secretly decided at this time that he would go through all the secret books of the master tomorrow, but it was late today, so he had to suppress the excitement in his heart and check it up layer by layer in this Jingshuo Pavilion.