Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 27 Book Pavilion
If you want to ask Wenzong disciples which place they want to stay most, the answer will definitely be Qinfeng.The scenery of Qinfeng is the best in Wenzong, but the place that can really retain people is not its scenery, but the book pavilion.

The Book Pavilion is built on the top of Qinfeng Peak, between the sea of ​​clouds and green pines. It is an antique-looking pavilion.From a distance, the bookstore floats among the sea of ​​clouds, giving it a feeling of being out of the world, but it is still half-immersed in the world of mortals, as if it is far away.

The stone steps of Qinfeng are spread all over the peak like streams. Some of the stone steps gradually converge and extend towards the pavilion among the sea of ​​clouds at the top.

On the stone steps shrouded in thin clouds, there are young figures one after another. They are walking on the mountaineering road, and from time to time they look up at the pavilion in the clouds on the top of the mountain, their eyes full of fire.

Chu Tianming, along with Xiao Yin and the groom, also joined these mountaineering disciples.

Wenzong has many disciples, and one or two unfamiliar faces will not attract much attention at all.

However, Xiao Yin's light and dusty aura still attracted the curious eyes of many boys and girls.In comparison, Chu Tianming's ordinary appearance seemed too ordinary.

Stepping to the end of the stone steps, the three of them arrived in front of the pavilion.

On the pavilion, there is a plaque with an ancient atmosphere hanging, with the word "Book Pavilion" written on it.These two words are majestic. At first glance, one feels like a vast sea of ​​stars. At second glance, it feels like encountering infinite stars, which is shocking.

The library is not big, but the door is wide open, welcoming all visitors.Looking in from outside the door, I saw chaos inside the door, making it difficult to peek into it, as if there was a world hidden inside.

One by one, the disciples crossed the threshold and disappeared into it. It seemed that the library could accommodate hundreds of rivers.

The groom stared at the plaque for a long time, then came back to his senses and said with emotion: "It is rumored that the word 'Book Pavilion' was inscribed by the calligrapher Lanting himself. There are only a few strokes, but it is as vast as a galaxy. Like this The realm really fascinates me.”

Chu Tianming shook his head and said calmly: "These two words were not written by Lanting Shusheng."

The groom was taken aback.

Before he could speak, several disciples passing by him stopped and said, "Junior brother, don't talk nonsense. This bookstore plaque is not inscribed by Lanting Shusheng. Who else is qualified to have a skill inscription?"

There was another disciple beside him who also echoed: "Junior brother, be careful what you say. It's a good thing that you are our orthodox disciple, but I'm afraid that these words will fall into the ears of the disciples from the side sect and they will use them to add fuel and jealousy to deal with you."

Chu Tianming nodded to the two men and asked: "Has the conflict between the orthodox and side sects become so intense?"

The disciple said: "Junior brother has a very unfamiliar face, maybe he has just joined the sect. What you don't know is that most of our orthodox disciples are casual cultivators, while the side sects are the disciples of the great sect. Although we are all in the Wen sect, they often say It’s unpleasant to have someone with a high family background and want to gain some convenience.”

Contradictions arise from class.Conflicts come from conflicts of interest.

"Junior brother, if you suffer a loss, don't rush into a head-on conflict with the disciples from the side sect. Tell your senior sister and brother that they have advanced cultivation and are not afraid of the side sect. They will uphold justice for you." The disciple kindly reminded you.

Any sect is a microcosm of the world of cultivation, and in the world of cultivation, big fists are the last word.

Chu Tianming shook his head, but did not say anything more, but led Xiao Yin into the pavilion.

Seeing this, the two disciples smiled helplessly.Because looking at Chu Tianming's reaction, it was obvious that he didn't take their reminder to heart.

The two disciples looked at each other, and one of them didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly said: "I heard that our Wen Sect orthodox has a chief senior brother coming, I don't know what kind of person he is, and whether he can suppress the arrogance of the other disciples. Another disciple shook his head and said: "I think Senior Sister Honglan is the most convincing to become the chief disciple. I am not optimistic about the new Senior Brother."

With that said, the two of them also entered the pavilion one after another.

Inside the book pavilion, there is no ornate decoration with carved beams and paintings, but only an antique picture, like an old house that has been there for decades, with a hint of extraordinaryness in its simplicity.

In the air of the book pavilion, there is a unique fragrance that can only be found when the fragrance of wood and ink are mixed together. As soon as you smell it, you feel that you are wandering in the sea of ​​books.

But there were no books in the book pavilion, only calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls one after another.The styles of these calligraphy and paintings are very different, but they all reveal the author's profound writing power and understanding of Tao.Showing any picture can make people ponder it for a long time.

But none of the disciples went to comprehend the calligraphy and painting. Some of them walked through the calligraphy and painting according to their feelings, and then chose one to enter, and some walked to a calligraphy and painting with a clear goal, and then went to the calligraphy and painting without hesitation. Step forward and get into the painting.

The library is not big, but it can accommodate all the disciples of the sect. The secret lies in these magical calligraphy and paintings that form a self-contained space.

Xiao Yin was stunned. This interesting scene of disciples vying to enter the calligraphy and painting constantly impacted her ideas and opened up a whole new world for her.

Vaguely, she felt that a corner of the bookstore was calling her, and this feeling of calling made her blood boil.

Chu Tianming touched her hair and said with a smile: "Go ahead, there are some things here that were left to you by your ancestors. If you take them away, no one will dare to object."

When Xiao Yin heard this, her delicate body trembled, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Chu Tianming, her silver eyes filled with incredible colors.

She said with a trembling voice: "Sir, are there things left by my ancestors here?"

Chu Tianming nodded and said, "Go."

Xiaoyin nodded heavily and said gratefully: "Thank you, Master!"

Looking at Xiao Yin's back, Chu Tianming sighed in his heart, "Zi Ling, Zi Ling... Since you don't want your descendants to take this road again, why do you want to keep it?"

Chu Tianming then glanced at the groom and said, "It's rare to come to the bookstore. Is there anything you want to see?"

Hearing this, the groom was about to speak, but suddenly realized that this might be an opportunity for him, so he immediately changed his mind and respectfully asked Chu Tianming, "Master, please give me advice, which calligraphy and painting should I look for opportunities?"

"The qualifications are not high, but they are not stupid." Chu Tianming nodded with satisfaction, "You have been doing your duty these days, so I will give you some advice. For the third calligraphy and painting here, there is a fallen leaf under the pine. You put it away, and you may use it as a basis to understand the 'Thousand Illusions' in the future."

The groom paid his respects and said gratefully: "Thank you very much, Master!"

Chu Tianming nodded and said calmly: "Go."

After that, he said no more, turned around, and walked straight into the depths of the library.

(End of this chapter)