Huhu...

As the true energy is injected, the Book of Qingnian suddenly expands, and clouds rise up within the spiritual consciousness, floating in the air and covering the ground.

The innate soul, the heavenly eyes of the heavenly eagle in his spiritual consciousness moved to the side, staring curiously at the heavenly book that suddenly flew up from his side.

The pages of the book were flipping quickly, and Chen Changyan's eyes could only be swept roughly...

The Book of Qing Nian preserved all the books Zhang Jianqi had read from childhood to adulthood, including his notes and understandings.

People say that the Tao is gone when the body dies, but although Teacher Zhang's body dies, the Tao is gone.

Full of poetry and books, and will last forever.

At the same time, even the books that Chen Changyan had read, no matter which world they belonged to, were included in it... He even vaguely saw the book "Three Lives of Apricot Flowers" in the Qingdengmen Library before.

"Um..." Chen Changyan had just turned over for a while and couldn't stand it anymore.

He immediately withdrew his true essence and temporarily stopped exploring this book of Qingnian.

The spiritual consciousness of a monk is like a spring flowing in the beginning, like a river, and finally like a sea... The sea accommodates all rivers, and can bring about waves and overturn their hands to cover the waves.

Only with a broad enough spiritual consciousness can the sky be high and the birds fly, and the sea is wide and the fish leaps.

Only a strong enough spiritual sense can avoid the invasion of Xiao Xiao like the Yushen Sect.

Chen Changyan's spiritual consciousness is already a vast and strong existence among his peers, but even he cannot withstand the huge impact of this kind of knowledge blooming freely.

"Young Master, Young Master?" Fang Ji's voice with a hint of anxiety came from outside.

"I'm fine." Chen Changyan knew that when he turned the book to the end, his breath must have been disordered, and Fang Ji was worried that he would go crazy.

"Well, the young master is determined and has outstanding talent, but he should not be greedy for merit and make progress. Remember to proceed step by step. Don't put too much pressure on yourself because of the blood-induced pill recipe. Although our Wanxiao Sect is not a first-class sect, it will not even be able to protect his young master." Fang Ji said something more.

"Yeah, I understand." Chen Changyan replied.

His voice was calm, calm and restrained, but his inner joy could not be concealed.

He could not remember thousands of martial arts, various martial arts, nor could he remember the classics, history, poetry, songs, but with this book of Qing Nian, he didn't need to remember it at all. He could just read it once and put it in it and bring it with him at will.

When he travels to industrial civilization, he may be able to continue practicing.

When he travels back, it doesn't affect his lesson preparation.

However, now he has only one thing to do... find a book from the Book of Qingnian.

A read online novel.

...

The road is rugged, but fortunately, we are at peace.

After all, such a huge team of people dragging spirit stones, gold and silver, and women doesn't look easy to mess with.

The leader and wife of Wan Xiaozong were not Chen Changyan's parents. To be precise, he was just one of the adopted sons of his wife.

As for who his biological parents are, no one knows.

Wan Xiaozong is in Gushan, surrounded by water on all sides, only water can be reached by two roads of heaven.

Of course, the main thing is the waterway, because the surrounding water on all sides of their sect is not ordinary small water holes.

A big river with wide waves.

Unless there are special flying magic weapons, such as the flying swords of the Ren Sect, Ling Sword Sect, Qingtian Gate and other sects, and the Tianzhou in Taohuawu... Otherwise, relying solely on true energy to leap, the energy consumption is really huge.

"Come." After returning to Wan Xiaozong, Chen Changyan felt much more relaxed.

He immediately injected his spiritual consciousness into his soul.

Huh... His natal soul - the Heavenly Eye Evil Eagle, was released from his spiritual consciousness by him, and a loud voice was roaring in the sky.

When the evil eagle flew over his head, the people of Wan Xiaozong knew that their son was back.

"No... Zongzi, Uncle Fang, are you taking people to snatch the Golden Arch?" A group of disciples surrounded him.

"..." Chen Changyan paused for a moment, then turned to a man next to him, "Go and send someone to inform this sect and ask them to change their name."

"Yes." The man didn't ask why this time, and directly reported, "We have asked the Confucian scholars from the Holy Book Sect to draft a few of them and put them in the Young Master's room. Please choose them slowly. After choosing, we will tell the world."

"Okay." Chen Changyan really couldn't stand the name of this Heavenly Eye Evil Eagle.

Of course, the Golden Arches are not good either.

This sect called Jingongmen is an immortal cultivation sect that refines natural metals and gems as its natal souls. It advocates the emergence of power and finally returns to nature.

They also seek immortality, but what they pursue is a broader sense of immortality... Spring mud protects flowers and turns into stones, which in their eyes are also immortality.

Jingongmen rarely participates in world disputes and is considered a very casual sect.

"Chir...sli..." The gray-black soul of the natal soul, dragging its long tail wings to sweep through the sky, making a sharp chirping sound.

Chen Changyan looked up at it and smiled.

Looking back now, when he met the remnant soul of this Heavenly Eye Evil, he was still very young.

He looks like he is about twelve years old.

In order to refine its residual soul, he remembered that he had not closed his eyes for six days.

It had just died in battle at that time, and was quite irritable. After being entangled by him, it hit his spiritual sense again and again and again and resisted his constraints... It was a long and endless battle, relying on endurance, which was the willpower. Whoever relaxed would lose.

Six days later, the deceased soul of the Heavenly Eye Eagle finally couldn't stand it anymore. It gave up and was completely impressed...

That day, at the age of twelve, the powerful resentful soul with a wingspan of more than two meters on his shoulder, raising his head high for the first time. When the sky was roaring, Wan Xiaozong was also impressed...

Of course, the sect did not respond immediately.

But Chen Changyan knew in his heart that his status as a clan should have been determined at that moment.

"Well, so I still can't stay up late to work overtime." Chen Changyan touched the soul of the eagle back on his shoulder.

The soul of the natal world is three parts to refine and seven parts to nourish... The quality of sleep is very important!

...

At noon, the sun is in the sky.

It is not advisable to have fun outside, and it is advisable to hide in a cool house for lunch.

The leader of the Wan Xiaozong has gone into seclusion, and only his wife and four younger brothers have accompanied Chen Changyan for lunch.

The lady is nearly fifty years old and still has a graceful look and charming look. She likes shiny things like all women in the world.

Chen Changyan brought her a hundred birds to the swaying... and pulled it off from the head of Jiang Lian'er, the leader of the Qingdeng Sect.

It's not too expensive, but it looks quite novel.

As for whether it is something on the dead... no one seems to care about it in their sect.

"Mother, I have one thing to say." Chen Changyan put down his chopsticks and said after dinner.

"It's okay to say it." The plump and luxurious beauty replied to him kindly.

Chen Changyan's status in Wan Xiaozong is very strange.

Calling a wife as a wife seems a little unfamiliar, calling her mother seems too close.

Therefore, he usually calls her "mother".

"Our Wanxiao Sect has more than 2,000 inner disciples, and the outer disciples have more than 10,000. It's time to calculate their cultivation level."

"Level? Statistics?" The lady didn't understand what he meant.

"Well, define a 'reality' standard, and divide it into three realms according to the level of everyone's cultivation. Then, all disciples will be judged according to this standard, and the inner and outer doors will be redefine every three or five years."

"Speak." The lady's eyes lit up.

"The human realm is divided into qi cultivation, foundation building, and elixir formation."

"Um……"

"The realm of the earth is divided into the Nascent Soul, Out of Bodhisattva, Yin Shen."

"Um……"

"The realm of heaven is divided into Yang Shen, combined with Taoism, and creation."

"..." The lady didn't ask much about what it meant, and she understood it as soon as she heard it, "How did my son think of such a set of sect governance methods?"

"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles." Chen Changyan flipped the Book of Qingnian in his spiritual consciousness, and answered without blushing.

The lady nodded in praise: "Very good!"

What Chen Changyan read in Qingnian's Book was an online novel he had read in that world.

It was not his sudden idea to cultivate immortality according to the novel.

In fact, for this day, he had already read dozens of immortal cultivation novels.
Chapter completed!