Inside the book pavilion, there is an antique fragrance. Clear smoke rises from the incense burner that has been decorated quietly, making the scene in the pavilion look like a fairyland pavilion.

The green smoke curled in the furnace and lingered around the beams, and it was endless all day long. When you whirl it, you would feel refreshed and clear. It would be easier to understand the secrets in calligraphy and paintings.

In the book pavilion, in the clear smoke, people come and go. In every corridor, disciples walk by, and in front of every calligraphy and painting, disciples stay.

As Chu Tianming continued to walk to the depths of the book pavilion, the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls around him became more and more profound, and fewer disciples stayed in front of the calligraphy and paintings. Some disciples stayed in front of the calligraphy and paintings for a long time, frowned and hesitated, and finally gritted their teeth and turned around and left.

Some of the disciples who turned and left saw Chu Tianming walking deeper with a look of indifference, and wanted to remind him, but in the end they just forgot.

Chu Tianming walked and walked, and finally stopped.

What remained in front of him was neither calligraphy and painting nor copybook, but a sloppy and randomly scribbled work. If it was removed from the book pavilion and placed outside, it would be no different from a waste product.

But such a rough and inferior work was hung in the deepest part of the book pavilion.

Chu Tianming stared at it and looked at it carefully, as if this was not a strange scroll, but a rare treasure, a heart-wrenching treasure.

Just when he was immersed in his sight, a man came to him, but he seemed to have not noticed it.

The visitor did not disturb Chu Tianming, but stood quietly and waited patiently.

Not long after, Chu Tianming withdrew his gaze from the scroll, but he did not turn to look at the visitor, and said lightly: "Why don't you dig the soil in the spiritual field?"

This person who did not disturb Chu Tianming was naturally Mu Lingqing.

When Mu Lingqing heard Chu Tianming say that she was "digging soil" in studying the spiritual field, she immediately felt annoyed between her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and said coquettishly: "Stir Brother, you really have the heart to throw someone there and digging soil alone! So many days have passed, and they are almost digging that corner of the spiritual field upside down, but they have never seen you come out to give me some advice!"

Chu Tianming shook his head helplessly and said, "I only said that you would farm in the spiritual field. When did you say that you would teach you?"

Mu Lingqing said dissatisfiedly: "I've been there for a few days, but I saw you pointing at the little maid beside you to practice. If you have time to teach her, you don't even come to see me, the pure and lovely junior sister!"

Since Chu Tianming shook his head, he said, "Can the junior sister compare with the maid? Xiaoyin is his own person."

Mu Lingqing choked suddenly, but his eyes rolled, and he suddenly laughed, "Then, why don't I find you a little maid and teach her that kind of method?"

Chu Tianming glanced at her and joked: "Why don't you come here in person? You have to harm others?"

Mu Lingqing hurriedly said, "It's not true, it's not true. It's a good thing to be a servant for the senior brother, but how can it be called a disaster for others?"

Chu Tianming shook his head and stopped talking, but continued to look at the scroll in front of him.

Seeing that Chu Tianming no longer paid attention to him, Mu Lingqing pouted and reminded him: "Stir Brother, don't waste your time. Since this scroll was hung here, no one has been able to get anything in."

When Chu Tianming heard this, his reaction was very plain, "With the overall level of Wenzong now, it is normal that the mystery cannot be seen."

Mu Lingqing said dissatisfied: "Strange Brother, are you not afraid of hurting our junior brothers and sisters in the hearts of our junior brothers and sisters in the Wenzong? The head of the sect and the masters of the peak have entered this scroll, but they all said that there is nothing but a great crisis. Some disciples under the sect were dissatisfied and thought it was exaggerated, so they went in and looked at it. As a result, after a few breaths, they were covered in injuries. After that, no disciples entered again."

Mu Lingqing paused and added: "There are rumors that this scroll was painted randomly by the ancestors of our Wenzong. The small world here is as bad as a mess, making people have no clue. There is nothing but danger, but danger inside."

Chu Tianming smiled and said, "For you, it is indeed a great crisis. Even if you are not careful, you will lose your life. After all, only those who are destined to understand this painting."

Mu Lingqing curled his lips and muttered: "Strange Brother, can you say that you are the one who is destined to be, right?"

Chu Tianming glanced at Mu Lingqing, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Yes, this senior brother is the one who is destined to be."

"Take it down!" Mu Lingqing looked disgusted. It was not that he looked down on Chu Tianming, but that he really didn't think that Chu Tianming, a cheap senior brother, was so "destined" with their orthodox Wenzong.

But when she saw Chu Tianming's face full of seriousness, she felt that in a trance, it seemed that this painting was really waiting for Chu Tianming's arrival.

"Strange Brother, you shouldn't... be serious, right?" Mu Lingqing asked.

Chu Tianming didn't say anything else, raised his foot and stepped into the scroll.

"Hey! Stinky Senior Brother!" Mu Lingqing wanted to call Chu Tianming, but Chu Tianming was really too decisive, which was completely unexpected.

"This stinky senior brother, you obviously have no cultivation, but you still have to slap your face and make you fat. With such a big style, don't cheat yourself to death!"

Mu Lingqing gritted his teeth and stomped on the ground in anger, but he rushed into the scroll.

As soon as you enter the scroll, the surrounding scenery immediately becomes distorted, as if you are crossing a space barrier and stepping into another world.

All the scenes of the Book Pavilion disappeared in this twist, and a gray world gradually rolled around her.

Mu Lingqing stepped into this world, and the whole world was filled with terrible hurricanes.

This kind of hurricane is tangible, like someone splashing ink in the sky, and then twisting the ink marks together to form this spiral-shaped slender hurricane.

It is said to be slender, but it only looks like that. In fact, each of these hurricanes is as thick as an ancient tree. Endless ink hurricanes fill the entire world, like countless ink pythons dancing wildly and rampantly.

Deep in the sky, clouds gather in the sky, like countless mountains stacking there, from time to time, slashing thick thunders, slashing the earth and the rivers through.

The ink hurricane and dark thunder dominated the entire world, smashing the world to pieces.

This is a twisted reality, this is a collapsed world. It is normal for no one to dare to come in such a world. If it is struck by the terrifying dark thunder containing the power of destruction, even the strong man who enters the Tao will lose his skin, let alone ordinary disciples of the Wensect.

Although the power contained in that ink hurricane is weaker than that of the dark thunder, the terrifying tearing force can easily bring the monk into it and then strangle it mercilessly.

Mu Lingqing rushed into this world, her beautiful eyes full of anxiety, but she had not calmed down yet. She heard a loud "boom" sound, and a terrifying dark thunder as thick as a bucket hit the depths of the sky, directly slashing on a lone not far from her. With a "boom", the lonely peak was directly chopped into countless stones.

Under the strong impact of the dark thunder, the gravels of the lonely peak splashed all over the sky, washing Mu Lingqing like a small boat in a crazy wolf.

Then, an ink-colored hurricane hit, like a mad python wandering, opening its deep, dark mouth and covering her.

"Not good!" Mu Lingqing's expression changed drastically, but at this time she was suffering the aftermath of the impact of the dark thunder collapsed, and she could not be distracted from the python-like hurricane.

In the face of danger, Mu Lingqing took out a token without hesitation and was about to activate it directly, but at this moment, a pair of hands gently placed on her shoulders and then pulled it violently.

At this moment, Mu Lingqing's hand holding the token couldn't help but froze, because the most horrifying scene in her life appeared in front of her.
Chapter completed!