Until the last bit of earth spiritual power in his body was refined, Chen Shicheng opened his eyes and moved his limbs.
But the body that has tempered its bloodline has not changed at all.
Before there is no change in the essence attribute, even if the skill is at full level, bloodline tempering will have to last for more than twenty years, day after day, year after year to be successful.
If you calculate it this way, it will take more than two months to temper one percent of the blood, at least 73 days!
"Hey, those who hang street lights still have to pay for it once a month. This useless skill will drag you down for two months, bad luck!"
From the moment he entered the game, he was still the first Once he encountered this kind of skill that took time to hone, and it only took two months, it was a bit difficult for him to accept. He couldn't imagine how those players who could only understand the skill a little bit by themselves persisted.
Touching the Thieving Sky Pendant hanging around his neck, Chen Shicheng thanked the ancestral tomb that he didn’t know where and was still smoking, and then activated the breathing technique to merge with the breath of the earth. , walking towards the direction of the Sutra Pavilion step by step.
The yard was silent except for the chirping of insects.
The time is still the time of yesterday's exploration, but the Sutra Pavilion is different from yesterday.
The door on the first floor was open, and the light of an unknown magical instrument and lamp leaked out, illuminating the small courtyard. The existence suspected of being in the realm of Dharma was not guarding the first floor at this time, and his figure appeared on the first floor. On the fourth floor.
The vague shadow is reflected on the window paper, and it seems that he is sorting books.
“No matter how lucky you are, you can’t stop it!”
Chen Shicheng looked at the shadow on the window paper with a hint of joy on his face.
If it is still the same as yesterday, then he will have to take a certain risk and enter through the window upstairs. Although there is a way to restrain the breath, the window and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are integrated, and no one knows Will it disturb the people downstairs?
But now the doors are opened directly, and you are simply welcome to go in and take a look.
While the man upstairs was still wandering around the fourth floor, Chen Shicheng quickly maintained his breathing skills and tiptoed into the door of the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion.
Some kind of formation seems to have been arranged here. From the outside, the area of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is not very large, but after coming in, I discovered that the space here is actually much larger than it looks from the outside. ten times.
The lanterns hanging in the corners of the house emit soft light, illuminating the space filled with bookshelves. The fragrance of the pages and pen and ink gives people the illusion that their souls have been cleansed.
After taking a deep breath, Chen Shicheng took advantage of the man to walk around the first floor before the man came down, and took a cursory look at the books on the bookshelf.
But unfortunately, the first floor is probably a public area, and the books are very ordinary, probably equivalent to the Four Books and Five Classics, and there are no ancient secrets.
He could only boldly walk up the stairs to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion.
The collection of books here is not much different from that downstairs. Only on a few bookshelves in the corner near the stairs are the travel notes written by the seniors of Zixiao Palace.
Seeing these books, Chen Shicheng's eyes immediately lit up and he quickly started reading.
What is regrettable is that these travel notes record many secrets, but they do not involve records about the ancient cave heaven and paradise.
However, he was not disappointed. There were such valuable books on the second floor, so there would definitely be satisfactory results among those precious books upstairs.
"Squeak"
Just when Chen Shicheng was about to walk on the tightrope and went up to the third floor, which was one floor away from the suspected Dharma Realm, there was a sudden stampede on the wooden stairs above. The sound.
In the second-floor space where a needle drop could be heard, the sound was extremely loud. He was so startled that he almost dropped the book in his hand to the ground.
"What the hell, did you come down so soon?"
Chen Shicheng's eyelids twitched, and he quickly put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf, activated the breath holding technique with all his strength, ran to the bookshelf in the corner and held it breathe. And in order to prevent his gaze from attracting attention, he did not even dare to look in the direction of the stairs. He could only pray that this skill that he had upgraded to the sublimation level could be hidden from the other party's perception.
Unfortunately, people's wishes
The administrator of the Sutra Pavilion who was suspected of existing in the Dharma Realm came downstairs and walked towards the place where he was hiding.
As the footsteps approached, Chen Shicheng's heart also rose to his throat.
“What to do?”
“If you are discovered, should you take action or run away?”
“Gan, why don’t you carry it like this!”
Just when Chen Shicheng was about to withdraw his breath-containing technique and Fourth Master Hui was also about to contribute, a voice suddenly came from the stairs from the first floor to the second floor.
"Elder, this disciple has something to ask for."
"Why didn't you come here earlier? It's already closing time for the Sutra Pavilion. As a direct disciple, don't you know that? "The footsteps stopped not far away, and an old voice also sounded.
Chen Shicheng, who was ready to take action, was shaken and almost reached his waist. The corners of his mouth kept twitching. Are you playing the role of me?
There is no other way. There is a siege in front and a pursuer behind. Chen Shicheng, who was caught in the middle of the front and rear attacks, could only give up and try his best to maintain the breathing technique and use his true energy to slow down the frequency of his heartbeat. .
"I hope the elders will forgive me. I just want to check some records about the ancient Cave Heaven Paradise."
"Dong Tian Paradise? Why are you looking for these?"
"Just curious and pleading. The elders can provide some help.”
Huh?
Dongtian Paradise?
Is this consistent with your own goals?
But why would a direct disciple of an aborigine be interested in this and bump into him by such a coincidence?
Hearing the familiar content, Chen Shicheng couldn't think about it and quickly raised his ears to listen.
"Dongtian Paradise. Let me think about it. Well, there are very few records about this in the Sutra Pavilion. I remember there is only one on the second row of bookshelves by the window on the sixth floor. Forget it, I'll take you there. Register as soon as you get the book. Leave."
"Thank you, Elder!"
As he spoke, the footsteps sounded again, but they went farther and farther, and soon disappeared into the Tibetan Scriptures together with another footsteps. The second floor of the pavilion.
After a while, Chen Shicheng stood up from behind the bookshelf with a strange expression, looking at the stairs from the second floor to the third floor in silence.
What does it mean to find no place after wearing iron shoes? It takes no effort to get there. This is it.
Unexpectedly, I was ready to take action, but the thing I was looking for fell from the sky.
And the most surprising thing is that this so-called direct disciple can actually take the book out of the Sutra Pavilion. What is the difference between this and God feeding him.
If I had known that something like this would happen, I would have chosen other skills at that time.
Uh.
That’s not right either.
If he hadn't learned the Breath Condensation Technique, he wouldn't have been able to successfully master the Blood Refining Technique that gave him a big surprise. (End of Chapter)