It's just that Deng Jiuling's excited smile fell in the eyes of the second generation, and it was-stupid.
A handyman disciple also wants to win the battle of Shushan, is it possible
Rubbish!
"Xiao Jiu, the battle at the end of the month, my son is at Shushan, waiting for you!"
Raised the middle finger, the white-clothed son stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Hoop!
The second generations soon stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
"Hmph, if you are lucky, the son doesn't care about you this time."
"The handyman also wants to read books, so why do you participate in the Battle of the Mountain of Books? Is this funny?"
The two warriors mocked, glanced at Deng Jiuling, and turned to leave.
Deng Jiuling didn't mind this, but stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
The Buddhist Scripture Pavilion is very large, with many books, all-encompassing.
According to legend, the Buddhist scripture pavilion of Mount 72 was created by Dalin Patriarch.
According to legend, Dalin Patriarch Yiwei crossed the river, from Tianzhu to the Western Regions, the place was still barren and uninhabited.
At that time, the earth was full of wild beasts and thorns everywhere.
As soon as Dalin Patriarch arrived here, he immediately established the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and with his disciples, he began hunting down the beasts that caused disasters to the mountains.
After hunting and accepting every day, Grand Master Dalin would sit in front of the bonfire and teach the Fa to the disciples.
Dalin Patriarch is very knowledgeable, pedagogical to heaven and man, and a hundred families of all scholars, all of them are fine and unfamiliar.
Even the research on Taoism and Dalin Patriarch is very thorough.
The disciples compiled and recorded the remarks of Dalin Patriarch, and finally formed a classic.
These classics, all that do not involve advanced martial arts, are placed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
As for those advanced martial arts, they are placed in the Inner Door Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
However, the wealth of books contained in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion at the Outer Gate and the Seventy-two Mountain is not comparable to that of the Inner Gate.
It's just that there are too many books, even if it takes a hundred years for mortals, they can't finish reading it.
But this matter is not a problem for Deng Jiuling.
Because of Deng Jiuling, life and death are thin!
That's right, life and death are poor!
No matter what book you read, you can automatically inscribe it as long as you scan it.
Deng Jiuling consumed only merit points, nothing more.
but!
As time went by, Deng Jiuling discovered that there were some merits, which were not enough.
No way, there are too many books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Although there are many books here, they seem to be useless.
But the problem is that these books, which are invisible to the outside world, are equity.
From the time Deng Jiuling swept the Seventy-two Mountain, he decided to establish a force that belonged only to him.
Knowledge alters your fate!
These many books may be useless for Deng Jiuling.
But Deng Jiuling can be engraved and bestowed on his subordinates in the future.
What Deng Jiuling didn't expect was that the number of books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was far beyond his imagination.
"It seems we have to find time to earn more merit." Deng Jiuling thought secretly.
Soon, Deng Jiuling walked to a row of bookshelves.
Opposite, there was a burst of body fragrance, tangy to the nose.
I don't know why, Deng Jiuling has a feeling, this kind of fragrance, he seems very familiar.
But where, after smelling the scent, Deng Jiuling had no impression.
"The girl reading the book opposite should be the most famous Miss Yue'er?"
Deng Jiuling was a little curious, and couldn't help but look across the cracks in the bookshelf.
However, the girl opposite, with her head down, quietly, her eyes focused on the books.
In fact, Deng Jiuling can walk in front of the girl as long as he makes a big circle.
But Deng Jiuling didn't pick up girls, so he didn't bother to do so.
Withdrawing his gaze, Deng Jiuling lowered his head and began to flip through the books in his hands.
At exactly this time, the girl raised her head.
Through the crack in the bookshelf, a big beard appeared in front of the girl.
"Beard, here."
The girl's eyes lit up and she couldn't help waving to Deng Jiuling.
"what?"
Hearing this, Deng Jiuling raised his head.
Four eyes met, Deng Jiuling was dumbfounded.
"It turns out that Yue'er is the mistress of the Second Hall Master?"
Deng Jiuling's throat was sweet and a little speechless.
Deng Jiuling didn't want to have any relationship with the girl in the green skirt.
But unexpectedly...
When I came to the Cangjing Pavilion to read a book, could I meet women in the green skirt
Damn it!
This... is too exaggerated, right
The girl in the green dress in front of her, like a beautiful butterfly, walked all the way to her side.
Holding the book, Deng Jiuling suddenly felt that he was about to fall into the pit.
Neither Deng Jiuling nor the girl in the green skirt found it.
In the gap between a row of bookshelves, there is a pair of sinister eyes.
"My son, what's this...what's the matter?" Hu's second child said uncomfortably.
Since Zhou Feixue followed Deng Jiuling, the white-clothed boy was furious and wanted to kill Deng Jiuling.
But because of his special status, in order to maintain his image, the white-clothed boy is not easy to do it himself.
The young man in white finally got out of the shadows, was shocked by the green skirt girl, and wanted to pursue it.
can…
I'm Cao!
The goddess actually knew Deng Jiuling
And it seems that the two are still very familiar with each other
"It's really unreasonable, the good meat is smashed by the dog."
"Master, you have a high martial arts skill, a handsome appearance, and a disciple of the venerable, and you are also very literary, so Xiao Jiu is a fart."
"That Xiao Jiuyi has ears with ears, and there are scars on his face. What's so awkward about him?"
There was a commotion among the second generations, and they were unhappy to the extreme.
"My son, I'll kill him." The boy holding the sword gritted his teeth and said.
"Forget it, the Battle of Shushan, give that kid a name."
After pondering for a moment, the white-clothed son said Sen Han.
"Haha, it must be fun for a handyman to compete."
"This kid is dead!"
"The battle of the mountain of books, life or death is irrelevant!"
There was a commotion among the second generations, and they were all a little excited.
The internal advanced competition is much more complicated than the external advanced competition.
The most important thing is that, theoretically, even a handyman disciple can compete.
Of course, this is just theory.
In fact, no handyman disciple would do this.
Even the double pride of the Western Regions would not do this.
Because the handyman advances to the outer door, and the outer door advances to the inner door, this is the unspoken rule of Dalin Temple.
Shushan is very dangerous, and some special customs clearance skills are only passed on to outer disciples.
And every time the customs clearance skills are different.
In other words, only when the book mountain opens, the white-clothed boy will get the skills.
And this technique is the key to survival in Shushan!
Even if Deng Jiuling is extremely talented, his martial arts is superb, if he doesn't understand the skills, he has a great chance of falling!
And the most important thing is that there is no high-level monitoring throughout the game at Shushan.
All the rules are chaotic and in a state of disorder.
In the mountain of books, even if Deng Jiuling died, it would be dead in vain.
Because it is impossible for even the senior management to know how Deng Jiuling died.
The battle of Shushan is extremely cruel!
Moreover, the Battle of Shushan was not a simple contest, it required talents.
Deng Jiuling, a cooking chore, can you have any ink in your stomach
Young man in white, don't believe it!
"go."
Hoop!
The white-clothed young man waved his hand, surrounded by the second generation, and left.
…
Avalokitesvara Nulian moved lightly, quickly spared a big circle, and came to Deng Jiuling's position.
However... Deng Jiuling was gone.
nonsense!
In Deng Jiuling's eyes, the Guanyin Slave was the minor third of a certain big man, and possibly the friend of the second hall master.
Deng Jiuling didn't want to have too much intersection with her with such stunning beauty in the world.
But when the Guanyin slave turned the corner, Deng Jiuling slipped.
"Big beard, damn it!"
Qiong's nose wrinkled, and the Guanyin slave clenched her small fist, a little angry.
Among the seventy-two mountains, there were only three men that Guanyin Slave knew.
The first person is the smiling tiger.
The second person is Comrade Lei Feng.
The third person is Deng Jiuling.
However, what Guanyin Slave didn't know was that Comrade Lei Feng was actually Deng Jiuling.
Deng Jiuling, he has a guilty conscience.
What Deng Jiuling would not know was that the romantic scene on the Ninth Mountain that night was the Guanyin slave.
The two were destined as long as they were fate.
It's just that this fate, whether there will be a result, no one knows.
The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is very large, divided into many areas, with bookshelves everywhere.
This is like a maze, if there is no map guide, it is easy to get lost.
The books of Cangshuge, even if ordinary people read them for a hundred years, they will not be able to finish them. How big do you think this is
I don't know how long Deng Jiuling finally stopped.
"Martial arts area."
Glancing around and pondering for a moment, Deng Jiuling stepped into an area with few people at will.
…
"Beard, it is unreasonable, you want to escape, there is no door." Guanyin slave said unhappy.
Avalokitesvara slaves shuttled between bookshelves like a butterfly.
However, Deng Jiuling still disappeared.
In the end, the Guanyin slave had no choice but to stop.
Angrily pulled out a book, Guanyin Slave was dumbfounded before opening it.
Through the gap between the bookshelves, on the opposite bookshelf, Deng Jiuling, who was reading, appeared in front of Guanyin Slave.
At the same time, Deng Jiuling also happened to raise his head tacitly.
"Damn!"
Deng Jiuling closed the book, turned and ran.
"Asshole, bearded, your other girl caught you..." Guanyin Slave was also annoyed.
After the Guanyin slave lost his body, the inner strength of the Jade Goddess Gong was so successful that even his personality became less cold.
Guanyinnu knows very well that this period of studying in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion will be her last career in the Seventy-two Mountain.
Once the martial arts are finished, the Guanyin slave will leave here and step into the Guanyin Hall.
From then on, the noble status of Guanyin slaves will be made public.
At that time, it was impossible for Guanyin slaves to live a carefree, carefree life that no one knew.
Therefore, for this last innocent life, Guanyin slaves cherish it very much.
Guanyin Slave also cherishes the people and things he knows in the Seventy-two Mountains.
In the life of the Guanyin slave, among the three male friends, the smiling tiger was the big brother and disappeared.
Comrade Lei Feng is a good sister, Zhou Feixue's man.
Guanyin slaves will never go to the Ninth Mountain again, so as not to touch the scene and make them feel sad.
Since the other two men can't go back.
Now that he can see Deng Jiuling, the Guanyin slave is naturally very happy.
Although Deng Jiuling, the bearded man, only drove a few times for Guanyin slaves.
But Guanyin slaves felt very peaceful when riding Deng Jiuling's carriage.
"Beard, where to go!"
The Guanyin slave performed light work and rushed to the opposite bookshelf...