The God and Buddha are actually me

Jiange, Sutra Pavilion.

Pei Qingchi carried the food box, opened the door softly, and came to the Sutra Collection Pavilion.

There are a total of more than 36,000 books here, covering almost most of the sword manuals from ancient to modern times. It can be called a holy place for every swordsman.

The first floor is mostly about Jianghu swordsmanship, which is the largest in number. When you get to the second floor, it involves many excellent swordsmanship, including many flying sword spells.

On the third floor, there is the sword pavilion’s secret technique of the Zhen sect, the secret technique of Jianwan.

Pei Qingchi didn't see the figure until he reached the third floor.

Beside the window, Zhang Jiuyang was holding an ancient book in his hands, with loose black hair, and was reading seriously in the golden sunshine. His profile was sharp and angular, as handsome as jade.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Pei Qingchi felt that something had changed in Brother Zhang.

His temperament became calm, like a sword in a sheath, constantly nourishing the sword energy and accumulating sword intent.

Elegant, modest, restrained and calm.

"Xiaochi, you're here."

Zhang Jiuyang raised his eyes, without turning around or opening his eyes, but he clearly called out Pei Qingchi's name and judged who the person was.

Pei Qingchi stepped forward and put down the food box. Just as he was about to speak, he met those sharp eyes.

Her sword heart, which could remain calm despite being attacked by thousands of swords, was suddenly shocked. The hairs all over her body stood up and there were many goosebumps on her neck.

It was as if it was not a gaze, but a sword that could decapitate people.

However, the sword light in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes quickly dissipated, and he became gentle and peaceful again. He smiled and said: "The sword pill method is indeed magical, and the eye sword technique in it is quite interesting."

Pei Qingchi bowed obediently and said with admiration: "Uncle Master, I didn't expect you to see all the treasures in the sword pavilion so quickly and even master the art of eye sword."

The so-called Eye Sword Technique is an application in the secret art of Jianwan. The sword's intention is concentrated into the eyes. When the eyes are opened, the will is as sharp as a sword unsheathed and has a strong deterrent effect.

Critical moments can often have miraculous effects. In addition to attacking, they can also be used to hone the soul and break illusions.

It is one of the basic skills of Jiange disciples.

"The main reason is that Senior Pei allowed me to observe the unique skills of the sword pavilion without any secret, and patiently gave me guidance. Otherwise, I would not have been so diligent in just nine days."

There was a hint of emotion in Zhang Jiuyang's voice.

These nine days were really beneficial to him, as if he had fallen into a treasure house, which greatly enriched his knowledge of swordsmanship.

Of course, the thousands of years of accumulation and precipitation in Jiange are not that easy to digest. Zhang Jiuyang just relied on his heavenly eyes to forcefully write it down first, and then slowly digest it.

Pei Qingchi smiled slightly and said nothing.

She and her senior brother grew up in the Sword Pavilion and practiced the secret art of Jianwan for many years. Even though the sword skills were still unable to be applied in actual combat, Brother Zhang only had nine days...

The books in the Sutra Pavilion only play a supporting role. What is really powerful is Brother Zhang's unparalleled swordsmanship talent.

"Uncle Zhang, Xiaochi made braised pork, braised pork elbows, stir-fried lotus root slices for you today, and a pot of peach blossom stuffed rice that I asked for from Master."

Zhang Jiuyang laughed and said: "I didn't expect it to be so rich. I'm so determined."

"Respecting your master uncle is what a disciple should do."

Pei Qingchi saluted respectfully.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly and said: "Xiaochi, although I am a sword-wielding elder, we don't have to be so polite in private. You should call me Brother Zhang."

"The elders and the younger are in order. This is the way of heaven. Disciples dare not deviate from it."

After the initial discomfort, Pei Qingchi gradually got used to Zhang Jiuyang's identity as master uncle and often came to him humbly for advice.

Seeing the little girl's stubborn look, Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled.

If Pei Ganhuo were here, let alone a title, he would even dare to drag him to steal Senior Pei's wine.

This pair of brothers and sisters, the older one is bohemian and the younger one is mature and steady, which is rare.

"How is Yue Ling?"

Zhang Jiuyang was a little worried. Nine days had passed and Yue Ling hadn't come out yet. Could it be that his injury was so serious?

"Zhenren Yue is no longer seriously ill, but she has had an epiphany. Let me tell you, she will have to wait a few more days before she can be released from confinement."

Zhang Jiuyang felt relieved now. It seemed that Yue Ling had gained a lot from the battle with Pei Yulong.

"What about that?"

He asked suddenly while eating.

"Uncle Master, I was just about to tell you about this. The ninth day has arrived, and Penglai Island will appear at Xu o'clock today. Master asked me to remind you not to miss the time because of reading."

Xu Shi is the dusk time when the sun goes down.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the setting sun outside the window, nodded and said, "Then I'll wait and see."

In order to facilitate observation, he deliberately came to the island and looked at the distant coast.

Not long after, Pei Yulong also came, and even dragged Pei Ganhuo, who was drunk.

"Elder Zhang, Penglai Immortal Island is extremely special. As for why it is special, you will know later."

Pei Qianhuo waved his hand and said, "What's there to see? Isn't it just a broken island that can never be reached? My junior sister and I have watched it countless times since we were young, and it's nothing to see!"

After getting drunk, his courage also skyrocketed.

"Brother Zhang, I'm not drunk. Let's go steal the sword together later. But I know that the old man has hidden secrets. They are all the best swords. Let's eat them together..."

Pei Yulong's face became darker and darker, which was very obvious even in the dusk.

But before he could take out the punishment whip, Pei Qingchi's voice suddenly sounded.

"The Fairy Island appears."

On the distant sea, hazy clouds suddenly appeared, very ethereal, like a fairyland, and in the clouds and mist, an island suddenly appeared.

From afar, the island seemed to be covered with jade flowers, jade grass, spiritual springs, treasures, and rare animals.

The rich spiritual energy was like thousands of silk threads, making the whole island shrouded in a hazy fairy light, as if it were a legendary fairyland.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the fairy island, and suddenly an inexplicable feeling emerged in his heart. He vaguely felt something, something connected by blood.

That was... the Four Seas Dragon King Picture!

The visualization picture was on Penglai Fairy Island at this moment. With the appearance of the fairy island, the isolated connection was restored again, and perhaps because of the close distance, Zhang Jiuyang could even vaguely feel the beautiful figure.

He was slightly excited.

Since they parted that night, he finally found Ao Li again. Now it seems that the other party does not seem to be in danger of life for the time being.

Boom!

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly opened his eye between his eyebrows, and the red-gold Jade Pivot Sky Fire burned fiercely. The surging heat wave even made Pei Qingchi take a step back.

In an instant, his eyesight was greatly improved, and he was ready to use the Lingguan Tianyan method to see the reality of Penglai Fairy Island.

However, the next moment, he frowned.

How could this be?

No matter how he enhanced his eyesight, the scene he saw did not change at all, as if the distance between the fairy island and him was getting longer with the improvement of his eyesight.

I don't believe it!

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes condensed, and the pure Yang Jindan in his body was fully activated, emitting brilliant golden light, and pure mana poured into the eye like a flood.

Still not enough!

At this moment, a sigh sounded.

"Elder Zhang, I will help you."

Pei Yulong pointed his sword at Zhang Jiuyang's Qihai acupoint, and his strong mana was infused into Zhang Jiuyang's body without reservation, stimulating the Lingguan Tianyan.

He also wanted to see what the Penglai Fairy Island, which he had protected for most of his life, was like.

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