Cultivation of immortals begins with the appearance of ancestors

Chapter 7 The Correct Use of Air Luck

Zhang Jian glanced across rows of tall bookshelves.

Zhang Yi opened this study room to him, and did not restrict or forbid him to touch other ancient books.

But Zhang Jian's eyes fell on the direction of the dark room in an instant.

For some reason, he remembered the dozen or so pictures of strange runes in the darkroom.

At first glance, he faintly felt a sense of strangeness.

Zhang Jian thought to himself, he must go in again if he has a chance.

He was still intrigued.

Everyone has this curiosity.

But Zhang Jian suppressed it.

Since Zhang Yi trusted him and allowed him to come and go to the study, which is a private place, he would not be ignorant of the importance of prying into Zhang Yi's secrets.

Everyone will have secrets.

Especially some people don't like someone prying into their secrets.

"Although the health-preserving skills of Yunyuan's health-preserving scriptures are very strange, they are a bit less domineering and lack the next stage of practice. We still have to find another internal training method to break through the realm!"

His eyes were mainly on a part of the internal training method on the bookshelf.

But he didn't get up and move.

He has read it.

There are only a few internally refined classics on the bookshelf, most of which are incomplete.

It's not even as good as the "Yunyuan Health Sutra".

Zhang Jian stared at these vast sea of ​​classics, and could only try to find them by himself, but it was not easy for him to tell Zhang Yiming about this matter.

But Zhang Jian had another way.

That was a cup of golden luck obtained by worshiping the ancestors from the clan ancestral hall a few days ago.

Zhang Jian remembered the cup of golden luck bestowed by the "ancestor".

That golden luck has always been on him.

As long as he imagines it with his mind, he can concretize it.

In his eyes, the cup of golden luck emerged at this time.

The method of use is very simple, that is, just make a wish on this cup of golden luck.

This kind of luck can often achieve some small wishes and make the best use of the situation.

For example, he had a certain chance of being dismissed in his first court examination. For example, when he was reading the test paper, the prefect of the county city was in a bad mood, or he was depressed after reading the mansion newspaper, so he might be dismissed. After luck, there is a certain chance to avoid this situation.

Of course, if you hand in a blank paper, even if you use this cup of luck, it will be difficult to turn the world around, it just gives a glimmer of life.

This is the conclusion Zhang Jian has drawn from many experiments.

At this time, if you use that cup of luck to make a wish, it may create an opportunity.

Especially Zhang Yi has kindness towards him.

Zhang Jian had already made a decision in his mind.

"I make a wish, I hope that within half a month I can find an internal practice method that suits me to break through!"

When Zhang Jian made a wish, he listed each of the most important keywords separately.

The first is suitable, the second is to break through the environment, and the third is internal practice.

As for half a month.

Zhang Jian hopes to increase this chance.

After all, the day is too short.

After he made a wish, he immediately saw the cup of golden luck above his head volatilize at a speed visible to the naked eye, scattering into the dark world.

After the cup of golden luck dissipated, Zhang Jian immediately put his energy into the rows of bookshelves and began to search.

dark room

Zhang Yi was currently playing with a red bead in his hand.

This is a strange item he got from killing a thief who jumped into Zhang's house a few days ago.

The reason why it is called a "miracle object" is because it is shimmering all over, like a gem, but also like a "pearl of the night" bred by nature!
Zhang Yi has been researching for a while, but he has been unable to figure out the origin of this object.

At this moment, Zhang Yi suddenly had a whim, and with a thought in his mind, a yin and cold inner breath shot out from his body, and fell into the red bead in his hand.

In an instant, the bead in his hand suddenly swelled and glowed red.

"it works!"

He looked happy, just as this thought came to him, his face was horrified in an instant, and his figure turned into a shadow and rushed towards the door of the dark room.

At the same time throw the red bead towards the corner.

But in an instant, the swelling red bead suddenly exploded.

The whole dark room was shaken.

Zhang Jian, who was searching for classics, was taken aback by the sudden explosion.

Boom! !

The whole study seemed to be shaking.

Zhang Jian stared blankly into the dark room.

"earthquake?"

He was about to rush out subconsciously, but stopped in an instant.

With the roar of the machine gun, the secret compartment was opened, and Zhang Yi crawled out of the dark room with a disheveled face, his whole body was scorched black, like black charcoal.

Seeing Zhang Yi become like this, Zhang Jian opened his mouth immediately: "Ah... this!"

Soon he came to his senses, and quickly stepped forward to help Zhang Yi up. At the same time, he glanced at the dark room, and saw that there was black smoke everywhere in the dark room, and many bookshelves were blown down.

In one corner, many stones were still falling.

Zhang Jian quickly dragged Zhang Yi out.

"Uncle Yi, this is..."

"Don't mention it, it's the fire thunder that exploded! I was plotted by that little thief!"

At this moment, Zhang Yi got up and looked at the dark room that was still emitting black smoke. At this moment, he was a little crumbling, and he was gnashing his teeth.

He didn't know what happened. In the past, he would never have been so impulsive. It was almost unimaginable that he fell into the trap of a thief.

The corners of Zhang Jian's eyes twitched, but there was a faint trace of strangeness in his eyes.

He had already seen where Zhang Yi fell, and an ancient book with scorched pages fell from his sleeve.

Although part of the page of the ancient book was burnt, a few large characters can still be barely read!
"Tiangang Boy's Art!"

Zhang Jian took a look, Zhang Yi still had a gloomy face, and didn't care about the ancient book that fell.

At this time outside the study, upon hearing the movement, Zhang Lu ran in quickly, but was quickly thrown out again.

Zhang Yi had a stinky face at this moment, looking at a part of the bookshelf that also collapsed outside the study, the corners of his eyes twitched.

These are all his precious lumps, and the rows of bookshelves in the darkroom, which store a lot of his hard work.

For this reason, he has been busy fighting and killing these precious bumps for most of his life.

This time he lost a lot.

It is even more troublesome to rearrange.

Zhang Yi's face was dark, and the whisk in his hand was almost torn off.

With hatred in his mouth.

Zhang Yi glanced at the dark study room with thick smoke, the corners of his eyes twitched, he looked at Zhang Jian and said:
"Brother Jian, my study has collapsed, and it's not convenient for other people to come in and out..."

He had a deliberative tone.

"Uncle Yi, leave it to me!" Zhang Jian nodded slightly.

This is a good thing, but he couldn't wish for it.

After all, there are so many priceless classics in the darkroom.

Zhang Yi nodded, and he left with a sullen expression on his face.

Zhang Jian secretly laughed in his heart, he had long seen that Zhang Yi had an irregular schedule, and he didn't like cleaning much.

The previous study was a mess.

Right now, it is not surprising that Zhang Yi handed over the study to him in order to save trouble.

It's just that he still didn't expect that after making a wish with that cup of luck, he would be able to create a chance to enter the dark room so quickly.

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