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About the first time I practiced the exercises!

Qingxuan took Meng Hongyi to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The Sutra Pavilion is just under the Shoushan Pavilion, more than a hundred feet deep underground. All the classics of Sanqingmen's exercises are stored in this huge circular space.

Standing at the entrance and looking down, it looks like a bottomless well, and it also seems to fall into an abyss of no return.

"It's a cold environment." Meng Hongyi subconsciously rubbed his elbows and said with emotion.

There will be air-conditioning leaking out of the entrance continuously, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the entire Sutra Library is a big ice cellar.

"The bottom of the pavilion nourishes a piece of 10-year-old black ice that gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and that black ice guards everything here." Qing Xuan simply explained.

Meng Hongyi followed Qingxuan all the way down without even looking at the exercises stored on the upper floor.

It's just because Qingxuan thinks that the quality of those things is too low, there is really no need to learn and practice, only the lower level - those skills that ordinary disciples can't touch are really valuable.

But Meng Hongyi didn't think so.

According to his more than ten years of experience in studying, learning should start from simple to deep, from easy to difficult.

People who learn extremely high-quality exercises from the very beginning are either very talented, or they are ambitious and have high vision but low power!

Meng Hongyi didn't want to do the latter, but Qingxuan, who had made up his mind, couldn't resist him, so he could only obediently follow his will.

"The exercises from here on down are all interesting. You can choose those who are interested and study them carefully." Qingxuan pointed to the rows of wooden boxes. Just by looking at the posture, you can tell that these exercises are definitely not simple.

Meng Hongyi sighed softly, intending to look at them one by one from the top floor, and it is best to pick the one with few words, otherwise...he may not be able to help feeling sleepy after reading a few words.

Those neatly arranged wooden boxes are very characteristic, and the patterns on the wooden boxes placed in a row are also different.

Meng Hongyi circled aimlessly, and from time to time he glanced at Qingxuan who was sitting and flipping through books not far away. These classics were really boring, and each of them made him feel boring.

Suddenly, a simple wooden box attracted his attention. There was only one rose painted on the box, and the decoration was quite simple, which formed a very sharp contrast with other wooden boxes.

Meng Hongyi fell in love with such an unsociable wooden box at a glance, and even felt that he had found a treasure.

The only strange thing is that it is placed higher than ordinary wooden boxes. Other boxes...Meng Hongyi can reach it on tiptoe, but no matter how hard he tries, this box is still close.

It was the first time for Meng Hongyi to feel the weakness of the height limitation so strongly. He tried several times but still couldn't reach it.

Just when he was about to give up, the wooden box floated to him by itself.

After Meng Hongyi took the wooden box, he opened it carefully. The scrolls inside were small and thin. When he took it out and opened it, the loose characters only occupied three or four lines.

Meng Hongyi was greedy for simplicity, so he recited those obscure and difficult words softly one by one, and he finished reading in a few breaths, but he didn't remember anything, and he didn't know anything.

He was about to put the scroll back to its original place, but the words on it suddenly disappeared.

Now Meng Hongyi was quite frightened. He looked carefully and carefully, as if he wanted to read the words through the cracks in the paper, but... those words disappeared as soon as they disappeared.

He glanced at Qingxuan with a guilty conscience, and met that piercing gaze. After a shock, Meng Hongyi took a few deep breaths, and pushed the wooden box back to its original place on tiptoe.

Sensing the strangeness, Qing Xuan walked over to Meng Hongyi's side, and asked in a cold voice, "What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing." Meng Hongyi's guilty voice trembled a little.

The words on this classic book are gone, and to put it more seriously, it is destroying the precious practice books of the sect. Although Meng Hongyi doesn't know the rules of the Sanqing Sect, he also knows that this must be a catastrophe.

Qingxuan glanced at the wooden box, and reached out to get it.

This behavior frightened Meng Hongyi to jump up and slap Qingxuan's hand away, "Don't move!"

There was a small red palm print on Qingxuan's arm, his face darkened, and he asked patiently, "Why can't you move?"

"This... I have learned this before, so don't read it." Meng Hongyi casually made up a very clumsy reason, which sounded completely illogical.

Qingxuan only felt puzzled, "The secrets of these exercises are all shared resources, why are you so small and domineering?"

Before the teasing was finished, Qingxuan lightly tugged Meng Hongyi's soft ears to relieve his anger.

"This exercise is boring, and it's not worth wasting time to learn."

Meng Hongyi had no choice but to belittle the strange skill in words, "Look at the pattern on the box, it's so simple and unadorned, and the quality is not high at first glance."

Qingxuan, who often spends time in Zangshu Pavilion, is naturally familiar with the patterns on these wooden boxes, "This pattern is a bit strange, it's just a rose... I've never seen it before."

Meng Hongyi also did not expect that Qingxuan would be interested in such a simple pattern. He turned his eyes and suddenly came up with a great idea.

"I've searched around several times, but I haven't found a suitable exercise, alas—" Meng Hongyi sighed deeply, with a frustrated expression on his face.

Although Qingxuan still had doubts about the wooden box, he was not so curious that he had to look at it. Compared with the dejected little kid in front of him, he attracted his attention more.

"No hurry, I'll help you find it."

As soon as the words fell, Qingxuan began to search for the classics of exercises suitable for Meng Hongyi, and Meng Hongyi could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as he is not discovered this time, even if he is discovered later, it should not be possible to find out that it has something to do with him...

Thinking of this, Meng Hongyi decided to quickly choose a random exercise and escape, so as to avoid accidents that would cause trouble to his upper body again.

"This one seems to be good." Qingxuan handed the scroll in his hand to Meng Hongyi, motioning him to take a closer look with his eyes.

After Meng Hongyi took the scroll, he didn't even have the time to read it carefully. After quickly reading the content on the show, he was anxious to drag Qingxuan out, "Just this one, it's very suitable for me!"

Seeing that Qingxuan was still looking for it, he said, "Let's go back, this book is enough for me to delve into it, and the practice of exercises is not so expensive."

At this moment, Meng Hongyi just wanted to escape quickly, and didn't want to stay any longer.

Qing Xuan nodded.

Although he used to study the three exercises at the same time, but—considering that Meng Hongyi had just stepped into the fairyland and needed time to get used to it, he followed his wishes.

After leaving the Sutra Pavilion and returning to the small world, Meng Hongyi's heart that had been hanging over him was completely settled down.

"Start practicing immediately, and I will help guide you from the side."

Qingxuan, who had already seen Meng Hongyi's talent for cultivation, was looking forward to his talent for practicing martial arts at this moment, so - just as he sat down, he urged him up.

Meng Hongyi followed Qingxuan in a posture of concentrating energy and took a deep breath, as if he had entered a state of concentration.

"Recite the mantra on the exercise silently, and you will gradually understand the true meaning."

Qingxuan, who had his eyes closed, noticed that Meng Hongyi hadn't responded, and slowly opened his eyes to look at him. Although Meng Hongyi had his eyes closed, he was able to see through the idle state of Xianyu at a glance.

Qingxuan was a little helpless, "Close your eyes to let you meditate, not to prepare you to fall asleep. It shouldn't be difficult to recite the mantra silently, right?"

Chanting mantras is really not difficult.

The difficulty is to read silently, Meng Hongyi's wooden fish head can't remember so many words, let alone just glanced at it briefly, and didn't leave any impression at all.

Qingxuan couldn't figure out what Meng Hongyi was thinking, so he asked directly after thinking about it: "Yes... Is there something wrong?"

Meng Hongyi hesitated and didn't know what to say. Wouldn't it be silly to admit that he couldn't recite it, "I—"

Seeing his hesitation and embarrassment, Qingxuan suddenly came to his senses, "Could you be illiterate?"

This……

The exercises in the classics are all square Chinese characters of pure blood. Although some of them are written elegantly and distorted, they can basically recognize them even if they work hard. It is really unfair to say that he is illiterate!

Meng Hongyi rushed to argue unwillingly, "I am not a fish that slipped through the nine-year compulsory education, so why do you say I am illiterate!?"

Qingxuan obviously didn't understand, he looked at Meng Hongyi suspiciously, and asked blankly, "What slipped through the net?"

Meng Hongyi, who talked nonsense when he was in a hurry, coughed twice. If he went out bald, he had to work hard to get back. Isn't this just causing trouble for himself?

Meng Hongyi explained embarrassingly: "I—I mean, I want to eat the big fat fish that has been raised in the river for nine years. It must be very delicious!"

Feeling cheated, Qingxuan asked again: "So why slip through the net?"

Meng Hongyi never expected that Qingxuan's head would focus on the key word "slipping through the net", "Just... a fish that can't be caught by a fishing net must be strong and strong, with firm and plump meat!"

After all, Meng Hongyi looked forward to getting away with this seemingly good answer.

But Qingxuan's expression didn't change much, he just nodded and unconsciously remembered that Meng Hongyi wanted to eat the fish that slipped through the net.

"Since you can read, what difficulties have you encountered?"

"Uh..." Meng Hongyi felt that he had been greatly ridiculed.

Doesn't that mean that the rice is in front of your eyes and the chopsticks are in your hands, so you can pick them up and eat?

No way!

Meng Hongyi slandered, and snorted arrogantly.

Qingxuan in front of him stared at Meng Hongyi with burning eyes, waiting for his answer. His eyes were really hot, and after a few breaths he felt tormented. He said aggrievedly, "I don't remember the words in the exercise books."

Qingxuan's fiery eyes changed, and he seemed to be looking at a fool for an instant, "The exercises and classics you have read are actually recorded in your sea of ​​consciousness, you just need to mobilize them and they will read them out very naturally."

Apparently, Meng Hongyi still doesn't quite understand, his big round eyes are full of all kinds of small doubts.

"You only need to mobilize the spiritual power in your body upward, and you can feel your own sea of ​​consciousness." Qingxuan added.

Meng Hongyi concentrated his energy and tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body. He got started very quickly and felt the existence of the sea of ​​consciousness in a short while.

With the continuous injection of spiritual power, he even felt that his soul had been sublimated. It felt like the ten-thousand-year-old iron tree bloomed, or it bloomed eighteen flowers in a row, and each blossom exploded!

Wuhu!

Grandpa is cool!

When Meng Hongyi opened his eyes again, he felt that his whole body was shrouded in an aura of wisdom.

And Qingxuan's expression was already full of astonishment that could not be concealed.

Meng Hongyi thought, Qingxuan's stupid look at the moment must have been shocked by his unique and dazzling wisdom.

However, what really shocked Qingxuan was that Meng Hongyi's awakening of the sea of ​​consciousness expanded just by guiding the spiritual power to the sea of ​​consciousness for the first time—he used it for a full ten years in the past.

What a little monster.

In the sword spirit competition, Qingxuan became more confident.

"Don't panic, the sea of ​​consciousness has been opened, hurry up and practice the classics of exercises." Qing Xuan restrained his shock, and returned to calm and indifferent.

Meng Hongyi nodded, and finally read the words that he didn't understand well.

The author says:

I'm sorry I was busy today and forgot, I forgot the timing!