Legendary Pharmacist

Zheng Qiu sat in the teahouse on the first floor and waited patiently. Soon, the master flew down from upstairs with Liu Guang.

Master Mingzong pointed to the outside of the Fangcao Building: "Apprentice, let's go around the mountain."

"Master, don't you have a lecture today?"

"I won't talk about the contents of the books today. There are so many medicinal materials on Fangcao Peak. I'll take you to see the real ones."

The terraced fields of Fangcao Peak are similar to the floors in Fangcao Building. It is a large circle around the mountain peak. There are stone stairs connecting the upper circle and the lower circle. Zheng Qiu walked around the first-level terraced fields and the first-level terraced fields with the master, and listened to the master's introduction of the medicinal materials grown in the fields.

On the back mountain of Fangcao Peak, Zheng Qiu also saw two rows of thatched houses. The master told him that these thatched houses were filled with living medicinal herbs, not many varieties, mainly small birds and animals.

After walking for a long time, Zheng Qiu tentatively asked, "Master, does our Qianyunzong have Wentian Pavilion?"

Master Ming Zong felt strange: "Yes, how did you know?"

Without waiting for Zheng Qiu to answer, the master nodded and smiled, and said to himself: "That's right, your sister must have heard of it. Apprentice, why do you ask this?"

Seeing that the master guessed that it was Yunyou who told him, Zheng Qiu became more courageous: "I heard that there are all kinds of exercises in it. I was thinking, since there are so many exercises, why don't you look for them inside? I’m sure I can find a suitable method for me to practice.”

Master Ming Zong moved his eyes to stare at Zheng Qiu's face, as if he could see through his thoughts. Zheng Qiu felt guilty and shrank his neck back.

Seeing this, the master withdrew his gaze, stroked the leaves of the herb, and said, "There are indeed many exercises in the Wentian Pavilion, but you can't go there now. There are rules in the sect, and new disciples who join the sect must wait five years before they are eligible to enter the Wentian Pavilion." Court.

Five years later, you can go to Wentian Pavilion anytime, and you can stay as long as you want except for some restricted floors. "

After the words fell, Master Ming Zong's hand stroking the herbs stopped in mid-air, and his eyes looked into the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

Soon, he came back to his senses and said to Zheng Qiu: "Apprentice, master has something important to do, come here first today, you go back and practice folding fingers, and we will visit the rest of the place tomorrow."

Zheng Qiu was stunned for a moment, why did the master suddenly let him go back? Is it because I asked about the exercises just now that the master was angry?

He hurriedly apologized to the master: "Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked..."

Master Ming Zong shook his hand to interrupt him: "It's nothing to do with that, Master really has something important to do, you go back and rest."

"Master?...Oh!" Zheng Qiu couldn't guess what the master was thinking, so he had to agree.

After Zheng Qiu left, Master Ming Zong set up Liu Guang to rush up to the sky, and the khaki-yellow brilliance swept towards the center of Qian Yunzong.

There are hundreds of peaks in Qianyunzong, and in the center of these peaks, a small basin of a hundred feet square is surrounded. And in the center of the basin stands a tower with a simple shape.

The tower building is different from any of the buildings in Qianyunzong, with green tiles and cornices, wooden beams and iron columns, and thick moss hanging on the slightly yellowed brick walls. You can feel the ancient atmosphere just by looking at it.

The tower rises from the ground and soars into the sky. Although it is built on the basin, its height far exceeds the surrounding peaks. The clouds in the sky wrap around the top of the tower, sometimes revealing the white snow on the eaves.

A streak of light streaked across the sky and fell straight in front of the tower, the brilliance dissipated, revealing the figure of Elder Ming Zong.

He raised his head, and as far as he could see, there was a plaque hanging on the big iron gate of the tower. On the plaque were written three large golden characters, Wentian Pavilion.

Continuing to raise his head to look up, he smacked his tongue and asked how tall the Tiange Pavilion was. With only wooden beams and iron pillars as support, it could build nearly a thousand floors and stand for a thousand years without falling down. How did you do it? It's amazing.

Elder Ming Zong walked up the steps to the gate of Wentian Pavilion.

There is a small square table by the door,

Sitting behind the table was a beautiful woman, wearing a purple patterned dress, holding a thick book and buried her head in reading.

Elder Ming Zong stretched out his hand and knocked on the table: "Ming Sijiu, open the door."

The woman named Ming Siqiu put down her book, raised her head and looked at the person: "Hey, Ming Zong, what brought you here today?"

Elder Ming Zong's eyelids twitched violently, this eye shadow, these red lips, are too, too seductive.

He coughed and complained: "Ming Siqiu, you are so old and still dressed like this, who are you showing it to?"

"Oh, what are you talking about." Ming Siqiu took out a silver mirror from his sleeve to look at himself, then tilted his head and gave Ming Zong a wink, "Women, regardless of age, have the same appearance at any time. It’s all the first, you don’t want to see it, some people want to see it.”

Elder Ming Zong only felt his body tremble, and the hairs on his hands stood on end. He avoided the other party's gaze, and shouted, "Okay, okay, you are an elder anyway, so you can't be normal. You just use this set all day long." Playing tricks on young disciples. Open the door quickly, I have something urgent to do."

"Yo Yo Yo, don't be angry, it's okay if I open the door for you."

After finishing speaking, Elder Ming Sijiu raised his hand and patted the left side of the table. With a click, a hole was opened on the table, revealing the hidden compartment inside. She reached into the hidden compartment and took out a golden stick that was as long as an arm. After a closer look, the stick was carved and carved, which was exactly the same as the appearance of Wentian Pavilion.

Elder Ming Sijiu tapped the golden Wentian Pavilion model a few times with his fingers, only to hear a buzzing sound, and the model shone with golden light. Immediately afterwards, the big iron door of Wentian Pavilion slowly opened outwards, revealing the dark interior space.

Elder Ming Zong didn't want to talk nonsense with Ming Si, so he rushed into Wentian Pavilion without looking back.

"I don't even say thank you, really, those disciples are more interesting." Ming Siqiu pouted, and put the Wentian Pavilion model back into the dark compartment of the table.

There are no windows inside the Wentian Pavilion, and the only light comes from the lamp stones on the lampstands. There are about a dozen lampstands on each floor for the use of people who come in. Elder Ming Zong picked up a lampstand to light it up, held it in his hand, and stepped up the creaking wooden stairs.

Every floor of Wentian Pavilion has the same layout. In the octagonal hall, the tall bookshelves are placed in four directions. There is a small round table full of lampstands in the center, and dozens of wooden frames are placed in the outermost corners. .

Elder Ming Zong knew that there were not only exercises and formations hidden in the Wentian Pavilion, but also historical annals and notes of masters collected from various places in Yunxiu. Some rare copies were worth far more than ordinary exercises.

He kept going up the stairs, and on the way he met several disciples who were looking for exercises in the pavilion.

Elder Ming Zong's footsteps became faster and faster, and the steps slid quickly under his feet, the creaking sound could hardly keep up with his steps, and the whole person seemed to be flying up the stairs.

The higher the Wentian Pavilion is, the older the books are. Elder Ming Zong has read most of the books below the 700th floor. He knows that if he wants to find out what is wrong with Zheng Qiu, he can only go to the higher floors.