This chapter is long overdue!^-^

For being able to own a small courtyard alone, Jia Jia is still quite satisfied, not to mention the purity, he lived with Huanxi in Qingxin Peak before, and he is a person who knows the roots, and Huanxi doesn't have to do much running-in, so the two of them have not been unhappy when they practice. Now, if you really want to change to a strange person, not to mention anything else, it will take a lot of time to run in alone, not to mention meeting someone who is difficult to get along with, it will be extremely detrimental to cultivation.

Canghai Building. In addition to the two peaks of Tai'a and Qingxin, the fourteen peaks inside and outside Kunlun, each peak has a Canghai Tower, Kunlun has been creating a school for hundreds of thousands of years, and Canghai Tower has always been the place where Kunlun Avenue is inherited.

After inquiring about the lectures in Canghai Tower today, Jia Jia set off to Canghai Tower.

The square in front of Canghailou is mostly Ming Zhaofeng disciples who come and go in green clothes, with curiosity and joy to enter, this kind of new disciples, full of doubts to come out of the like, but this kind of disciples are mostly aware but not very clear disciples.

After standing on the square in front of Canghai Tower for a while, Jia Jia raised his legs and walked towards Canghai Tower.

A clear crane chirped, and together with all the monks, they followed the sound of the crane, but saw a crane flying towards this side from a distance. In fact, strictly speaking, it can't be called flying, it just flapps its wings, slightly off the ground a few inches, and when the monk who is chasing it behind is far away, it falls to the ground and looks around, and when the monk behind is finally about to catch up with it, it is flapping its wings and flying out of a distance, so back and forth, but the others can't help but laugh: "This crane is smart and tight, and the monks are playing around!"

"Cut, it's just that those people are stupid, they can't even catch a crane!" someone retorted disappreciatively, "If I do it, I will use a few spells, and it will not be easy to catch it!"

"Just talk big, maybe this ghost thing is much higher than your cultivation!"

As soon as he finished saying this, the crane flew straight towards this side, caught off guard, and pecked the monk who had just amplified his words a few times.

Everyone was amazed: "Oh my God, it understands what we are saying!"

As if in response, the crane stood on the head of the monk who had been pecked by it just now, and he didn't care about the monk who had been pecked under his claws, but he looked at the monks around him like a human.

In the middle of the night, there was a long howl in the sky. She was the only one who felt this way.

"Hell, how do I feel like it's laughing at us!"

"Don't say it, I feel this way too!"

"This thing is about to become a refinement, it must be a real person's mount, and his cultivation may be higher than ours!"

...... The monks were talking.

"Oh, you've had enough of your little temperament today, hurry up and go back with us!"

"Go back and give you the spirit fruit to eat, if you don't want the spirit fruit, I will go down the mountain to buy fish for you to eat!"

"Your divine power today, everyone sees it!"

......

The belated monk kept coaxing the crane again, and after a while, the crane seemed to be satisfied, and then raised its head and let out a clear crane chirp, it flapped its wings, but suddenly stopped, like a human, tilted its head to look at the monk in the square.

I don't know why, Jia Jia had a bad premonition in her heart, but she saw that the crane suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, under the flapping of its wings, the surrounding aura was driven by this violent fanning, forming an aura vortex, and the whirlpool that was still the size of a fist had spread to the entire square in a blink of an eye, and Jia Jia only felt as if she had been hit by an air current, and she took two steps back and fell to the ground, and the clear crane chirped people's eardrums and hurt.

As far as the eye could see, the monks in the square fell down. It seemed that he was quite satisfied with his masterpiece, and a wing slapped on the face of the monk who was talking wildly under his claws, and his face, which was already pecked and looked very ugly, was even more puffed up at this moment, and the man begged for mercy in his mouth: "Brother Crane, be merciful under your claws, merciful under your feathers, and the disciple knows that the way is wrong!" The crane flapped its wings and flew east with a sound of satisfaction.

got up and patted the dust on his body, and Jia Jia strode into the Canghai Tower.

After paying four pieces of lower grade spirit stones, you can visit Canghai Tower at will (according to today's jade plaque engraved, there is a real person here today, talking about alchemy, but look at the time is the beginning of the hour, and now it is noon, but I don't know if the road is still there.

hurriedly walked into the third floor, but I happened to hear the real person in front of me say: "That's all for today, if you have any questions, let's discuss it next time!"

Since I didn't hear the lecture, I wrote down the time of the month's lecture and the method of preaching, in line with the purpose of not shopping in vain, Jia Jia walked up layer by layer, and the first floor lectured on the beginning of Kunlun, the situation in the world, and strange conversations in various places. In short, whether it is Kunlun or Shushan, Demon Gate or the Seventeen Islands of the East China Sea, as long as it is a major event worthy of the name, it will be told on the first floor, and there are annotations outside the lecture hall on each floor, and sometimes there are questions left by real people, as long as it is a Kunlun disciple, everyone can come forward to answer.

The second floor talks about cultivation, the third floor talks about alchemy, the fourth floor talks about refining tools, the fifth floor talks about talismans, the sixth floor talks about formations, and the seventh floor talks about spirit beasts.

Jia Jia walked around layer by layer, walked through the seventh floor to the eighth floor, and the book was biased, and the notes read: Psychic and others.

This psychic is an unheard of way, and the word psychic has never been heard of in the most extensive "Detailed Explanations of the Paths" in the world of cultivating immortals, which only makes people feel very mysterious.

And the eighth floor seems to have been untouched for a long time, only a few footprints scattered by stars in front of the annotation card, presumably mostly as curious as her.

There is also a first floor above, and Jia Jia climbed to the top floor with curiosity. There is not a single word on the plaque on the ninth floor, and there is nothing in front of the annotation board, only a few lines of words are written on the wall: "Even if you read the books of the world, there are always things that our monks have never seen, and the more you know, the more you don't know." Even if we are proud of the world's group cultivation, we can still go to a higher level above Tai'a! We have cultivated to the peak of the dust, soaring in sight, seeing the Confucian and Buddhist gates, and the sound is moving for a while, but we can't escape the luck of annihilation. Today's book is in Canghai Building, remember the descendants: Daohai is endless—— Song Yuanshan characters!"

It turned out to be left by the ancestors, in order to remember that the path of cultivation for future generations is endless! Jia Jia sighed lightly, looked at the stone wall, and fell into deep thought......

The footsteps of "Papapa" interrupted Jia Jia's contemplation, Jia Jia turned her head to look at the person who came: it was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, like her, dressed in an ordinary cyan outer disciple uniform, like a man, tied in a bun, coiled behind her head, her facial features were extremely profound, different from ordinary women, this woman had two sword eyebrows, and her heroic spirit was compelling.

The people who came were also observing Jia Jia: looking twelve or thirteen years old, with a good face, delicate facial features, a pair of watery eyes, when thinking, the slender willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and there was always a weak temperament.

After taking a look, Jia Jia smiled and was about to leave, but the woman said when she staggered past her: "Lin Qingyan!"

Jia Jia was slightly stunned, and then showed her face: "Lian Jia Jia!"

The two did not look back, not even pause, and then walked to the other side of their own.