On the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are mostly miscellaneous books about monsters, herbal medicines, history, geography, characters, etc. to accumulate experience, as well as a small number of secrets on sword techniques and mental techniques at the basic foundation level.
There are almost no people on this floor, and there are only a dozen or so inner and outer disciples looking up information among the dozens of empty rows of huge stone bookshelves.
Mo Wen walked straight to the nearest bookshelf and started looking for them one by one. Whenever he saw something about elixirs and healing, he took it out and read it. His reading speed was very fast, no, it should be called terrifying. He once had "
The secret sound of the word "Om" tempered the spirit of the Yuanling, and understood the Yanxing Divine Forbidden City. Although the demonized Yuanling has been sealed and cannot use the power of spiritual consciousness, the mental cultivation is still there, and the memory has reached a terrifying level.
Hierarchy, the entire content of a page is often reflected in his mind at a glance, and he sees a thick book of elixirs and Yinzhi quickly disappearing in his hands. After just ten breaths, the book has been completely read. Then Mo
He then picked out the next book and read it according to the law.
There were a lot of books on the bookshelf, but Mo Wen didn't really need many. After half an hour passed, he had already looked through this floor and flipped through hundreds of books, but he didn't find what he needed.
The first floor of the Sutra Pavilion is where the novice disciples select the Foundation Building Sword Techniques to accumulate experience. The contents covered in the books are very basic and common. It is impossible for Mo Wen to find a method to restore Dantian here.
Frowning slightly, Mo Wen turned his eyes to the stairs on the second floor. There was a faint light curtain there, which was a restriction. The restriction set up by the Sutra Pavilion specifically for his disciples. Those who are not well-educated cannot enter the high level.
Sutra Pavilion.
It's just that in Mo Wen's eyes, the restriction leading to the second floor was as fragile as tissue paper, easily broken by a poke.
He did not waste time and walked directly over. The spiritual pressure formed by the restriction was enough to make any spirit sword master below the sword vein stage retreat, but Mo Wen ignored it and climbed up the steps step by step, letting the light screen flicker.
Nothing can be done to him.
"What did I see?"
"Is that a registered disciple?"
"That's right? That's the spiritual pressure left by the spiritual sword master in the early stage of Sword Meridian!"
"There is no sword energy fluctuation, he didn't even use the sword energy!"
Many outer disciples on the first floor noticed Mo Wen's actions, and they were all dumbfounded.
Even the old man guarding the gate of the main hall stared blankly at the figure climbing up the stairs, a little distracted.
The second floor is the place where real spirit sword masters set foot. The books are no longer paper and other crude collection methods, but are jade slips. There is a nameplate next to each jade slip, which briefly introduces the contents of the jade slips.
Content.
Mo Wen's arrival immediately attracted the attention of the outer disciples on this level, including the outer disciple who made sarcastic remarks before Mo Wen entered the Sutra Pavilion. This man was nearly forty years old, but due to his cultivation,
The spirit sword master looks younger, which is equivalent to the worldly age of thirty. His cultivation is in the early stage of the sword vein. Such strength can also be ranked among the outer disciples of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect. If he is in the forty-fifth year,
If you reach the middle stage of the Sword Meridian before the age of 18, you have the hope of being promoted to an inner sect disciple.
When he saw Mo Wen, he was startled at first, and then his face was gloomy and almost dripping with water. The words spoken outside the Sutra Pavilion turned out to be a slap in the face, and a pair of eyes stared at Mo Wen.
Mo Wen's dark blue robe and one arm were too conspicuous. The appearance of a registered disciple on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion had not happened in Xiaoxuan Peak for hundreds of years. A famous outer disciple stopped to check it.
He moved around and looked at the figure that stood out among the chickens in amazement.
Mo Wen ignored everyone's gazes and kept searching in front of the nearest stone shelf.
"Boy, which peak are you a registered disciple of? This is not a place you can come."
An outer disciple who was close to Mo Wen put down the jade slip in his hand and took a step towards Mo Wen. The sword pressure from the initial stage of the sword pulse immediately pressed hard against Mo Wen.
Mo Wen's expression didn't change at all, he didn't even blink his eyelids, and he picked up a jade slip on the stone shelf with smooth movements. The sword pressure of the outer disciple seemed to be like a breeze blowing on his face.
The outer disciple suddenly changed his expression and looked at Mo Wen in confusion. Finally, he did not have the courage to test again. He lowered his head and walked around Mo Wen, then hurried downstairs.
Mo Wenhao took the time to browse the jade slips on the stone shelf, but his calm attitude made many outer disciples feel disgusted. This was tantamount to ignoring their fellow seniors!
"Hmph! Pretending to be a ghost!" The outer disciple who had previously ridiculed Mo Wen outside the Sutra Pavilion snorted coldly and fired a sword energy directly at Mo Wen. He did not believe that Mo Wen could really compete with the sword pulse stage spiritual sword master.
His strength must be some kind of spiritual treasure that resists spiritual pressure, but it is not his real strength. However, his sword energy is mostly experimental and not very powerful. It is only equivalent to the three levels of attack power of a spiritual sword master in the early stage of the sword vein, but
It is not something that a sword master at the level of raising swords can easily take on.
Feeling the fluctuation of the sword energy, Mo Wen raised his head and glanced at him. His eyes as deep as a deep pool released a soul-stirring sense of coldness. The spirit sword master regretted seeing this look. What kind of eyes were these?
?Although it has no power in itself, the pressure from the mind cannot be wasted at all. Even the top beings among the inner disciples do not have such intimidating eyes!
There was a faint silver halo flickering on the surface of Mo Wen's body, and the sword energy shattered when it was an inch closer to Mo Wen's body, like tiny waves hitting the rocks, shattering into pieces and disappearing in the air.
The outer disciple's face turned pale, and he involuntarily took a step back. Then his face turned blue and white, and finally he walked downstairs and left without saying a word.
This time, no one dared to underestimate this young man wearing the uniform of a registered disciple. If the first time was an accident, then the second time showed that this boy definitely has strength that is not weaker than the early stage of Sword Meridian. No one dares to do so again.
Randomly testing, some people in the distance were talking in low voices or using their spiritual senses. The person in front of me was too young. He looked like he was in his early twenties. This kind of qualification was enough to be included in the inner sect. I don’t know why he still registered his name.
Disciple clothing.
"Junior brother, it looks like he is looking for something. I wonder if you can tell me. Maybe I can help." A young man who looked about thirty years old bowed his hand to Mo Wen without showing off his airs as a senior brother.
Mo Wen glanced at him and frowned slightly when he saw the man's sincere expression.
Seeing Mo Wen's hesitation, the young man glanced at his empty left arm sleeve, smiled and said, "Junior brother, are you here because of the missing arm?"
Mo Wen remained silent and just looked at him quietly.
The young man took Mo Wen's acquiescence and said: "For us sword practitioners, broken arms are very common. As long as the residual arm is intact, it can be easily reattached. However, if the residual arm is damaged, it will be a bit difficult.
trouble."
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows and finally said, "Do you have any idea?"
The young man shook his head slightly: "There is no way to talk about it. You can find someone with a similar physique to yours to transplant his arm. After a period of conditioning and fusion, it will be almost the same as your original arm. Our Lingyu Sword Sect has
Many seniors who lost limbs repaired their bodies in this way. However, this method has many disadvantages, because after all, it is not your own limbs, so it will have some conflicts with the body, and the sword energy will also be sluggish. Of course, the size of this impact depends on
It depends on the physical similarity between the two parties."
Mo Wen frowned. He knew some of this method himself, but he rejected it directly. His body was special, and there was probably no one with a similar physique to him in the entire Sword Continent. What this young man said was in vain.
As if he could see Mo Wen's impatience, the young man quickly changed his voice: "There is another way, but this method is not very realistic for us sword-level spiritual sword masters. It is said that there is a second-level top-grade spiritual elixir called Deadwood.
The Rejuvenation Pill can regenerate a severed limb. Spiritual swordsmen below the Jian Gang realm can grow new bones and new flesh on their own as long as the main body of the body is still there. However, some of the main ingredients of this elixir have gradually become extinct. Even those who are famous for their alchemy
There are not many people left in the Hualan Sword Sect. Therefore, I suggest that my junior brother find a person from another sect with a similar physique from the mountain and transplant his arm."
"Thank you." Mo Wen thanked him. Although he didn't get any substantial solution, he also learned some information. At least there was a magic pill that could regenerate severed limbs.
At this moment, there was not much time left. Mo Wen hesitated for a moment and then came up with an idea. He concentrated all his energy on alchemy. Seeing that Mo Wen ignored him, the young man had no choice but to shrug and walk away.
Half an hour passed quickly, and the disciple nameplate on Mo Wen's waist flashed with a bright light, surrounding him, and the next moment he appeared at the entrance to the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion.
"Hey, boy, did you find what you need?" The old man guarding the door smiled and said hello. At this moment, he could not sense any fluctuations in sword energy on Mo Wen's body. Mo Wen was becoming more and more mysterious in his eyes, so he did not dare to neglect it.
Mo Wen shook his head, handed his waist card to the other party, made a record, and immediately left the Sutra Pavilion.
It was already evening when we returned to Xiaonan Mountain. The Thousand Phantom Spirit Water Sword Formation on the mountain showed no signs of being touched. It seemed that the day was relatively peaceful.
After dinner, he sent A Xiu back to his room, and Mo Wen took out an ancient jade slip from his sword pouch. This was a gift from Fang Rou, the daughter of Ding Beihou, who was in Feishicheng. It was speculated that it came from that place in the wilderness.
A simple cave.
This jade slip has always been sealed, and it cannot be read when the spiritual cultivation level has not reached the Sword Vein stage. He was able to read it when he was trapped in the foggy swamp, but at that time he only studied the forbidden formation with all his strength, and only cursorily
I glanced through this jade slip without much study.
This is a jade slip that records the content of alchemy. It contains an alchemy formula and hundreds of prescriptions, ranging from first-level elixirs to third-level elixirs. Unfortunately, there is no dead wood rejuvenation elixir in it.
There is no elixir that can cure Dantian.
Mo Wen put the jade slip against his forehead and explored it with the power of his mind. A mysterious secret of alchemy was reflected in his mind.
After a long time, Mo Wen put down the jade slip and his eyes flashed slightly: "Shui Yan Alchemy Technique..."
This is a water refining method, but it is not a traditional fire refining method. Instead, it is based on the water attribute sword energy, and uses secret methods to generate a flame-like water flame. This water flame has extremely strong penetration and can effectively
The impurities in the elixir are eliminated, and no erysipelas is produced. Because the elixir is refined with the fire method, no matter how pure it is, there will be fire poison remaining in the elixir. You may be fine in a short period of time, but if you take it for a long time, the fire poison will
The more it accumulates in the body, it will eventually have a certain impact on cultivation.
However, although this method is good, it is of no use to Mo Wen. His Dantian has long been broken, and there is no trace of Yunyu Sword Qi left, unable to activate even a trace of Shui Yan. But there are no absolutes in the world, although Shui Yan alchemy cannot do it,
But the theory of alchemy can be used for reference. There are forbidden methods such as Yanxing Shenjin that increase the deduction ability. It is not impossible to deduce a secret method based on the power of life, but it will take some time.dd