Wishes are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Only after entering the Sutra Pavilion I know what punishment I will face. This Sutra Pavilion is the important place of Quanzhen Sect. The works of the Taoist Sect, Wang Chongyang and the seven disciples of all dynasties have been hidden in the pavilion. Although it covers a large area, it is neatly organized. I don’t want to practice into a god and have no interest in reading those Taoist Sects. The confidential texts in the church are locked in a large iron cabinet, and it seems that there are no layers of locks. As for Wang Chongyang’s works, those understandings about Taoist culture are quite profound, but there are very few notes on martial arts. No wonder his seven disciples have not been good at practicing for so many years. The rest are the martial arts experiences of Quanzhen Seven Sons, and these are similar to the experiences given to me by the master in the palace. There is no future for these things.

The Sutra Library of Quanzhen Sect is located in the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain. A small building is built against the mountain. The back of the attic is a deep ravine. The terrain is dangerous. There is only one way to enter and exit the Sutra Library. You must pass by the Chongyang Hall. Obviously, there is a gully in the chest of Wang Chongyang who built the Chongyang Palace. The master helped me organize a small room in the Sutra Library. Before leaving, he repeatedly told me to be careful of fire. The Sutra Library is full of books. If a fire is burned by me, he may really be hung.

The days after that were simply dull. Apart from morning classes and three meals a day, I was locked up in the Sutra Pavilion. Facing these books, I practiced martial arts alone, and it was no different from going to jail. I was so bored that I would have gone crazy. If I hadn't thought of burning this place, I would have set fire to leave. I would have set fire to leave. It would have been a bit boring during the day, but I could have survived playing the piano and reading books. The most hateful thing is that the master would still have to bombard the night, and he would have been whispered to talk about how to establish himself. He advised me to keep my hands three points and leave room for others. In the first few days, I could not resist it every day. In the end, I had no choice but to refute and began to talk to the master about his heroic spirit of avenging his grudges.

Qiu Chuji was originally the kind of person who stared at me and killed people and was arrogant and brave. He didn't believe in this way of standing up. If he hadn't agreed to my senior brother Ma Yu to teach me, he wouldn't have bothered me. I refuted it and agreed to my argument of revenge in my heart. In the end, he felt that his disciple should be like him, and he was not a merciful person. If his disciple was a coward, he would probably not be happy with him. He immediately gave up the idea of ​​persuading me and focused on teaching me martial arts.

Although I am very grateful for the master's wholehearted teaching, it makes me feel very restrained. After all, I am used to being a person who is so careless. It is not my purpose to ask me to be such a kind of disciplined person. Besides, if I really practice like the Qi Zi of Quanzhen, I am just a second-rate master, and I am really unprosperous. Of course, this kind of thing is not difficult for me. I found an opportunity and inadvertently mentioned to the master a little about the master's uncle Wang Chu, and there were only two disciples. This is really not worthy of the master's identity. As the master was competitive, he immediately packed up his luggage and went down the mountain to accept his disciples.

When Quanzhen Seven Sons teach their apprentices martial arts, they rely on their own understanding. After teaching martial arts moves, they ask their apprentices to practice by themselves. If you have any questions, you can ask anyone of Quanzhen Seven Sons. However, Quanzhen Seven Sons often have to travel around the world, be a hero and righteous, and don’t have much time to teach their disciples. Therefore, the three generations of disciples of Quanzhen Sect are used to learning from each other, and often the senior brothers come to teach their students. As the eldest disciple of Changchun Shin-man Qiu Chuji, I became famous in one battle as soon as I went up the mountain. Naturally, many senior brothers come to ask for advice. Every day, there are always a few people around me, calling out, which makes me feel quite proud, and my junior brother Yin Zhiping also shook.

I was quite free when my master was away, but I was in the mountains and had a hard time practicing the boxing skills that I hated the most every day. In the end, there was no way to find some notes and pretends to be from the ancestor Wang Chongyang in the Sutra Pavilion. As expected, this method worked. When the master saw me studying the ancestor’s notes, he stopped urging me to practice.

At the beginning, I looked at these miscellaneous notes, just as I looked at other people's diaries, but I found something that could attract me. When my ancestor Wang Chongyang was the leader of the rebel army, they were nothing more than marches and wars. These were all, but after the defeat, they were in seclusion in the tomb of the living dead, and they mentioned that they would make a comeback more than once. If they wanted to make a comeback, military-funded weapons must be indispensable. As for those weapons, I don't plan to rebel for the time being and cannot be used, but those military-funded funds are really envious. In the future, those who traveled around the world and took their families with their families will be indispensable. Although I have now broken some money from my father Wanyan, I am afraid that I will be in short supply for a long time. So if I can find the inheritance of my ancestor Wang Chongyang, I will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life.

Think about it, the Qizi of Quanzhen, including my master, is really stupid. After reading Wang Chongyang's notes for so many years, I only pay attention to those useless Taoist culture and a small amount of martial arts experience. They don't care about such important things. Fortunately, I am the first of the three generations of Quanzhen disciples to be allowed to read the notes of the ancestor. Otherwise, I would not be my turn to make a fortune after those who are interested are aware of these things. Since I have a goal, of course I have to take action. I found all the notes after the defeat of the ancestor Wang Chongyang, and carefully pondered them over and over again. Finally, I determined that these things must still be in the tomb of the Living Dead. Lin Chaoying lived there for so many years but never found them. I guess there is another mechanism for the tomb of the Living Dead. The first priority is to find the general map of the tomb of the Living Dead.

Of course, this kind of thing will not be placed on the surface, but it will not be stored in those iron cabinets. The ancestor Wang Chongyang has been in the military for half his life. Of course, he is well versed in the principle that the real thing is empty and the virtual thing is real. This kind of thing must be placed in inconspicuous but meaningful places. In this way, it cannot be thrown away as waste and will not be easily discovered.

I was walking around in the Sutra Library. The relics of the Chongyang Patriarch were all here, and where can this picture be placed? I carefully checked every note, and I didn't find any mezzanine, and I read the beams and roofs, without any abnormality. Could it be that Wang Chongyang remembered this drawing in his mind? He really wanted to ask the ghost. After rummaging over and over, I still found nothing. I sat down helplessly and muttered to the portrait of the ancestor Wang Chongyang on the wall, "I said, Master, where is your mechanism map placed? Please give the disciple a hint, when the disciple gets rich, the first fifteenth day of the day, the twenty-sixth day of the day, the disciple must burn more paper, so that you can spend money there." I talk nonsense, and my eyes were still searching everywhere, looking for some clues.

After a while of random look, my eyes fell on the portrait of the ancestor again. The Taoist in the painting held a long sword and was very charming. He was only in his thirties, and the three words "Living Dead" were written next to the portrait. The portrait was only a few strokes, but the person in the painting was heroic and elegant. Hey? Isn't this portrait Lin Chaoying's painting for his master? With the feelings between the master and Lin Chaoying, this painting is probably of great significance.

I jumped up, took the painting off the wall with my hands and feet, and observed it carefully. The whole painting was fine. I didn't dare to soak the painting in water and roast it on the fire. I could only turn over and over to find if there was any hidden paper. I accidentally knocked on the scroll and found that it was empty. I was busy prying the scroll with the Burmese iron sword at my waist. As expected, a thin piece of parchment was placed inside, which was the general picture of the cemetery of the living dead that I had always dreamed of.

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