Beauty's personal servant

In the twinkling of an eye, more than a month has passed. It seems that the years have never solicited the wishes of others. No matter what others think and say, they still go their own way and don't wait for the world.

In a small courtyard south of Baiyun villa, Chen Feng woke up from a night of practice.

"My cultivation has been completely stable. Xianyuan is like an arm and a finger, and there is no sense of lag. From this moment on, my realm is completely stable in the early stage of human immortality. I'm one step away from entering the middle stage of human immortality. " Chen Feng stood up and opened the door.

It's sunny outside, and the sun shines into the room without stinginess, bringing a piece of warmth.

"For more than a month, I have read the allusions and history hidden by Bai Rushi. But the more I look at it, I think the fairyland is too vast. My understanding of the fairyland is still a drop in the bucket. " Chen Feng thought in his heart, but his steps moved and walked towards the outside: "today is the day when the Sutra Pavilion in Baiyun villa is open. I might as well go and have a look."

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Although Baiyun villa is a casual organization, it is also an upright sect setting. Sutra Pavilion, Martial Arts Pavilion, alchemy hall and so on.

The Sutra Pavilion is open once a month for people in Baiyun villa to understand all kinds of classics and the history of the fairyland.

However, for most people, the Sutra Pavilion is dispensable. They would rather spend their time in the Martial Arts Pavilion and learn some powerful martial arts than waste their time in the fairy history in the Sutra Pavilion.

But Chen Feng is not. Martial arts? For Chen Feng, who has the simplest three styles, it is not the most important. As long as the word "the most simple three forms" is decayed into magical swordsmanship, at least for now, Chen Feng doesn't need to practice too many martial arts at all.

Martial arts skill lies in refinement, not in abundance. You can't chew too much. After learning too many martial arts skills, you can only disperse your martial arts experience.

Along the way, Chen Feng, as low-key as these days, walked with his head down and didn't say hello. Therefore, generally, no one will stop Chen Feng.

It is this willingness that Chen Feng has entered Baiyun villa for more than a month, but he doesn't know many people at all. Naturally, not many people know him.

Although Baiyun villa is big, Chen Feng is also dissatisfied with his speed. Before long, he came to the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

As a major institution of Baiyun villa, the Sutra Pavilion is still visited by monks from time to time, even though it has been ignored again.

Chen Feng stepped in, still so inconspicuous. The good thing is that a student borrowed books in the library of the University, which is inconspicuous at all.

Inside the gate, there is a counter. Behind the counter, a drunken old man was taking a nap. His old face was still red after drinking. He snored everywhere and didn't care.

"Old man, old man?" Chen Feng called softly.

"HMM... en..." the drunken old man snorted a few times, but he was still asleep.

Chen Feng shook his head and had to give up waking the old man and walked into the Sutra pavilion with light hands and feet.

When Chen Feng just walked into the inside of the gold Pavilion, the old man who was just dozing suddenly opened his eyes. There was no turbidity in his eyes, but a strong light flickered.

He looked at Chen Feng's back for a long time, slowly opened his mouth and muttered, "strange, I just felt a breath of spirit and God? Is that the man? "

"People with spirits and gods can meet but not ask. Since I feel it here, old man, I will dig him out even if I dig three feet." The old man hit it with his mouth. Then he was tired and used his eyebrows. As soon as his head sank and his eyes closed, he snored again.

At the moment, Chen Feng naturally won't know. Just at the moment, someone noticed him. At the moment, he wandered in the Sutra Pavilion. Everywhere he passed, the names of books jumped into his mind.

"Geography of the fairyland", "list of experts in the fairyland", "500 million years up and down"... All these books let Chen Feng stop for a while and then read them. If he felt that books were useless to him, Chen Feng would browse them hastily and then put them back on the shelf. However, if he feels that books are useful to him, Chen Feng will look through them carefully and use his immortal knowledge to remember them.

In this sutra Pavilion, Chen Feng felt that time passed quickly. By the time it was getting dark, Chen Feng had finished reading a bookshelf.

There is a golden house in the book. After reading this time, Chen Feng has a clearer understanding of the fairyland, and many places he didn't understand are suddenly enlightened. I believe that even if he wanders in the fairyland in the future, Chen Feng won't suffer some losses in rules.

After clearing up his mood, Chen Feng plans to go back.

But just then, a suppressed cry for help came from a corner. It's a female voice. It sounds very crisp. I think it should be a beautiful woman.

Chen Feng frowned.

"This is a sutra Pavilion. How could this happen?" Chen Feng was puzzled in his eyes, but he heard the voice over there more and more quickly. It seemed that he was in a greater danger.

Although Chen Feng doesn't mind his own business, he won't ignore such things when they happen around him.

At present, Chen Feng followed the voice.

After walking through several bookshelves, Chen Feng saw such a scene:

Two monks dressed in white cloud villa were pressing a woman on the ground. Most of the clothes on the woman had been torn, leaving only the key parts and a little rags to cover her shame.

The woman has a beautiful face. It can't be said that she looks like an immortal, but she is also a rare beauty. In addition, at the moment, the woman is constantly struggling, and the key parts can hardly be covered. With the desperate expression on her face, it appears a soul stirring beauty.

"Stop!" Chen Feng whispered and stepped forward quickly to stop it.

"Hum, smelly boy, mind your own business!" One of the two men raised his head and looked at Chen Feng. His eyes were full of ferocity: "get out, or our brothers won't let you have a foothold in Baiyun villa!"

"We are the senior Zhuang Ding of Baiyun villa. Go away!" The two men also urged impatiently.

"Hehe, can senior Zhuang Ding do such things?" Chen Feng smiled coldly: "let go of that girl!"

"You want to die!" One of the senior Zhuang Ding suddenly burst up and rushed towards Chen Feng. He has a strong breath and is a strong man in the later stage of immortality.

"Hey, overestimate yourself!" Chen Feng's eyes were full of cold, and he stuck to his fist. Suddenly, the man flew out and hit a large bookshelf.

"And you, do you want to leave immediately or repeat the mistakes of the previous one?" Chen Feng turned his head and glanced coldly at another person.