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Chapter 562 Shuoyang Tianjun

"Cao Xiu?"

"I am also a grassroots cultivator from a remote place."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

A bandit is a bandit.

It has its progressiveness and its cruelty and backwardness. The two simple words of "Cao Xiu" express it vividly.

It would be very difficult for Master Baimei to obtain the opportunity of Nascent Soul by virtue of his military exploits among the Eighteen Bloody Cloud Riders.

Of course, even if this were not the case, he would not associate with Xue Liuyun and others.

With the chaotic nature of these people, they all go their own way and are cruel and ruthless. Even if they are their enemies, it is countless times safer than being their companions.

Jiang Ding walked slowly along the broken formation and walked into the disciple peak where the formation was broken.

The surrounding storage bags and magic weapons were suspended, and then the restriction was cracked, and the contents inside came into view. There were not many, and the total amount was probably more than 100 million low-grade spiritual stones.

A third-level low-grade spell, the Jade Slip Restoration and Repair Spell, one of the many repair spells in the archaeological category. It is a must-test at the end of the semester and is focused on Jade Slips.

The urchin graffiti on the wall, wood carvings, clothes hanging by the bed, paintings, etc. were all scanned and sent to the sea of ​​​​consciousness for classification and archiving.

The spiritual consciousness carefully probed into the monastery that was about to turn into ashes, exploring bit by bit with great detail, recording something from time to time.

With a thought in Jiang Ding's mind, his spiritual consciousness enveloped the surroundings, isolating the inside and outside.

This is the residence of the disciples who have just entered the Luoxu Sect. The materials used are all ordinary materials, so naturally they cannot survive thousands of years and remain intact.

"It's right not to let others in."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, and a spell came to mind.

Tens of minutes later, more than fifty jade slips appeared in front of Jiang Ding.

The sound of the wind stopped, and the collapsed and faded monastery also stopped, remaining as it was, no longer damaged.

This situation is very common. Except for those who are alone, no one will put a large number of high-value things in their storage bags knowing that they are about to enter a dangerous place.

Jiang Ding stopped at the bottom of the peak and looked at the rows of bamboo and wooden monasteries.

The light flickers and slowly penetrates into the jade slip, restoring the structure of the jade slip.

"But my major is archeology, and my grades are pretty good."

These are the experiences of the predecessors of Xianmen’s expeditions. They have formed a set of methods, so just follow them.

Thousands of years have passed, and the bamboos are still green. As the formation is broken and the breeze blows, the bamboos fade, and the continuous monasteries collapse, turning into gray and dust.

Jiang Ding nodded: "Archaeology is a delicate job. A lot of history exists in these ancient monuments that don't seem to be worth a spiritual stone. If they were to rob a tomb and plunder it roughly, there would be no traces, and some spiritual stones would be gone. What is the use."

Jiang Ding pinched the magic weapon and muttered something in his mouth. A hazy glow appeared on the tips of his fingers, and he carefully placed them on these jade slips.

In fact, under the shroud of the Destruction Sword Intent, it was not easy for these auras to be retained. The reason why the spell was cast again was just in case.

Circle after circle of azure soul-killing magic light spread out, clearing away the remaining aura and remaining soul fluctuations around him.

This is always the case for Nascent Soul cultivators, and it is not a matter of ability.

These jade slips are extremely fragile, and even the airflow rolled up by breathing may turn them into a handful of white ash, and the internal structure has been damaged, making it impossible for spiritual consciousness to read.

After a while,

These jade slips have become more solid and no longer appear to be blown away by the wind at any time. They can now be read by divine consciousness.

Of course, violent shaking and the like are still not enough, and it may collapse at any time.

Jiang Ding's consciousness poured into it.

"...On the seventh day of the fifth lunar month, I got to meet Junior Sister Zhou..."

"...Fire Crow Technique...Sect Xiaoluo Xubi...It would be great if I could be like Patriarch Shuoyang. The Patriarch also had mediocre qualifications back then..." "...Fortunately, I didn't join the Six Paths Sect..."

Inside the jade slips are diaries written by low-level disciples of the Luoxu Sect thousands of years ago, or some spell essences, personal insights, family letters, etc.

Through these, we can get a glimpse of many things that happened 10,000 to 20,000 years ago and understand the customs at that time.

"Ten thousand years ago, Beiyuan was full of sects."

Jiang Ding slowly understood and thought thoughtfully: "Is it the invincible strong man? He changed everything with his own hands and has an influence to this day."

In addition, in the letters written by these disciples, there are many references to a person named Patriarch Shuoyang, and there is a lot of admiration, pride, and yearning in his words.

When talking about the situation outside the sect, he also looks down on the world and is self-centered. He has a huge sense of honor and belonging to his sect.

The collection of information about the vihara is completed.

Jiang Ding stood up and flew to the top of the mountain. Along the way, he passed the pulpit, Zhixue Hall, Shichong Tower and other places, each gaining something.

These new disciples of the Luoxu Sect were taught by foundation-building monks, and the jade slips and paintings they left behind gave a more in-depth description of the Luoxu Sect.

Luoxu Sect was a sect that was very good at the way of space. It was one of the three major forces in Beiyuan at that time, and it was vaguely known as the first sect in Beiyuan.

This was not originally the case. Not long ago, Luo Xu Sect was just one of the many major sects in Beiyuan. Although it was also prosperous, it was far away from the first sect.

Until, a figure named Patriarch Shuoyang appeared, and the sect quickly entered its heyday.

"Grandmaster Shuoyang..."

Jiang Ding had many guesses as he murmured about this name that was worshiped and respected by both the disciples and teachers of the sect.

At the moment, don’t dare to jump to conclusions and move on.

This place is called Disciple Peak. As expected, there are no heavenly materials or earthly treasures. Even if there are, they are just some magical weapons that have been damaged long ago. However, the value of the information contained is much more precious than the heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Mengxue Palace.

When Jiang Ding arrived at the top of the peak, he scanned his consciousness briefly and immediately saw a palace. Inside were stored a large number of magic jade slips, martial arts books, etc., all of which were first-level items, as well as travel notes and miscellaneous studies. There are more than 30,000 volumes in total.

It should be for the disciples of Luoxu Sect to learn from.

"good."

Jiang Ding felt happy.

These things can enrich the Immortal Sect's library, and there may be a lot of knowledge that the Immortal Sect has never had.

Don't think that this knowledge is worthless just because Luoxu Sect is far inferior to Xianmen.

The knowledge of cultivating immortals in Luoxu Sect is not only the exploration of their sect, but also the crystallization of the immortal cultivation explorations inherited by the previous generation of sects who cultivated immortals for countless thousands of years.

A world reproduces and grows, and the unique knowledge accumulated by hundreds of thousands and millions of years is of immeasurable value. Maybe a mediocre spell has inspiration related to the Void Refining Realm.

Use the special preservation spell of the archeology department and put these martial arts books into the storage jade pendant with a wave of your hand.

Jiang Ding's eyes fell on a statue in the main hall in front of Mengxue Palace.

This is a rich and handsome man with white clothes and big sleeves fluttering. He is looking into the distance. The style of the white robe he is wearing seems to be somewhat similar to the one worn by Yin Dao, the Holy Son of Six Paths.

Even their appearance is similar.

The 'celestial beings' in the Six Paths Sect's "Celestial Being Transformation Code" seem to be like this. They approach this direction desperately, thinking that this is the body of a true immortal, the ultimate goal of immortality.

Under the statue, many words of praise are also engraved.

"The Patriarch Shuoyang, the Heavenly Lord Shuoyang, has unified the Northern Plains for thousands of generations. His name has spread throughout the world, and the sect's foundation has been everlasting..."

(End of this chapter)