This "group fight" of immortal cultivators begins quickly and ends quickly, but it is not fast at all to clean the battlefield.

Chen Changyan sat in the library of Qinglan Gate and read books, looking at his watch from time to time.

Before I knew it, it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, but the exploration of the Qinglan Gate outside was far from over.

The mountain where this sect is located is located, with a beautiful scenery behind the mountains and the water. However, because of this, the path winds, and the guards in red are simply lost and flew up.

However, if you get lost, once you make any progress, someone will come in immediately and explain it clearly to him.

"We have found the vault of Qingdeng Gate, hidden under the spring in the back mountain... we roughly counted a box of top-grade spirit stones, seven boxes of medium-grade spirit stones, and more than twenty boxes of low-grade spirit stones. Uncle Fang has transported the top-grade spirit stones and half of the medium-grade spirit stones back to the mountain gate first, and the remaining half of the medium-grade spirit stones and low-grade spirit stones are distributed on the spot. The rest of the supplies are waiting to be counted."

"Very good." Chen Changyan did not look up from the book, but just nodded.

Fang Ji was the old man who had been with the two heads of the family. He looked like a man in his forties or fifties. However, when the sect leader said that when he entered the school, he saw Uncle Fang, he looked like this.

After a while, another disciple in red ran in excitedly...

"The Qingdeng Gate was strongly retaliated against the soul of his own life and died, including Jiang Lian'er, a total of twenty-two people, nineteen people who resisted the murder, and three people who committed suicide, have all been distributed to the brothers in need according to their blessings and nature."

"Um."

"In addition, there are more than twenty women with excellent looks. Let the young master choose first?"

"..." Chen Changyan smiled and waved his hand, "You guys divide it yourself."

The disciple in red was stunned.

"It's alive!"

"..." Chen Changyan was stunned for a moment, waved his hand vigorously, telling him to get out quickly.

The disciple in red shrugged and ran away. He continued to lower his head to read.

The collection of Qingdengmen is quite interesting... It is different from other sects of various mind methods. There are many narrative stories here, which are a bit like online novels in that world.

Speaking of online novels... he hasn't read the two fairy tale articles he has been chasing today.

I went to prepare lessons in the evening.

After a while, the disciple in red just now ran in again...

"Young Master, a major discovery, a major discovery!!"

"??" Chen Changyan looked at him.

"There are twelve girls in the outer door of the Qingdeng Gate, who look three or four years old. I found it in the cellar under the Beishan Gate. The young man mainly dislikes those older ones. Do you think they have a chance?"

Chen Changyan's eyelids twitched.

"...you can stop at this time?"

The disciple in red raised his head carefully: "It's alive too."

"..." Chen Changyan rubbed his temples.

"..." The red-clothed disciple looked a little aggrieved.

"Go together and check the Gengu Fuyuan. If anyone wants to raise a child, just take one or two of the qualified ones back, and throw the rest to the villagers at the foot of the mountain."

"Yes." The disciple in red took the order and ran away again.

Chen Changyan sighed... Every day.

If they do this, it will probably be impossible to finish the counting of the mountain gate in a short time.

He shook his head and then pulled out a book "Three Lives of Fate: The Secret Love of Apricot Blossoms" from the bookshelf at hand.

...

By around 7 o'clock in the evening, Fang Ji brought dinner to Chen Changyan.

By the way, there was also a camping backpack, a few lamps, a single tent, a whistle, a compass, a kettle, a flint lighter, etc., a bunch of mixed things. Peach was curious and threw down the unrefined crying soul umbrella and ran to study and fiddle with these things.

Chen Changyan only took a look and did not look up again.

The main thing is that you only need to take a look and you will know that the quality of this spicy chicken is definitely not considered camping equipment, but at most it can be considered a running away from home, right?

Fang Ji observed Chen Changyan's reaction on the side and silently added a few points to him.

These magic weapons are not to mention how useful they are, but at least they are all things they have never seen before. There are a lot of jingles and slams. Even the old man, who was an old man, was shocked when he saw it, but there was no emotional fluctuation in the young master's eyes... He was a ruthless person, and his wife had a good vision back then.

This is how their future helmsman of Wan Xiaozong should be.

With a tenacious will, Aoying can survive a heavenly eye evil eagle, its natal soul is indestructible, and its future is promising.

With qualified wisdom, using a war book, we have tried something that will take at least one month to investigate clearly.

With a calmness in encountering problems, seeing these strange things... His peers should have reacted like Taozi.

Fang Ji smiled with relief and bowed slightly.

He was just a hard-working life. He didn't bother the young master to read books or to play. He left the library and continued to work.

...

It's exactly eleven o'clock in the evening.

The night with the green lamp gate is so dark for the first time in hundreds of years.

The beacon in front of the Buddha is no longer there.

But fortunately, everything came to an end at this time. The problem now is that I stayed here for one night and rushed back to Wanxiaozong overnight.

They are not afraid of nightfall.

Because most of the disciples of Wanxiao Sect are ghost-cultivating. In fact, like the disciples of Qingdeng Sect, they are the strongest at night.

Moreover, most of their natal souls are birds of prey, hawks and falcons... Raptors will never grow old, and they all die in battle. Their souls are arrogant and strong. Generally speaking, they are much stronger than those who use butter lamps as their natal souls.

"Young Master is so excited to read books, so I'd better leave early tomorrow morning." Fang Ji opened the door of the library and took a look, and decided to find a room to rest on the spot.

Half of the disciples watch the night, and half of the disciples go to play when they should.

Just wait until the second half of the night, two groups of people will change hands.

On Chen Changyan's side, he has already finished reading "The Secluded Love of Apricot Blossoms in Three Lifes of Fate".

He was baptized by online novels in that world and read books quite fast. A million-word online article was only available for more than ten days during the winter vacation. Therefore, he usually reads those completed novels on holidays. He worked and had heavy teaching tasks, so he only followed the updated novels.

He stretched, stood up, and looked at the bookshelf again.

Well... I glanced at it like this and I actually wanted to read a lot of books, so why don’t you take them there and read them slowly?

As soon as this idea came out, it was out of control.

He actually tried to bring things, but except for the watch at the beginning, he could travel with him, only things that were close to flesh and blood, as well as a small part of fluid, could go back and forth in these two worlds. At present, he has not found the solids that can be carried, and even the clothes on both sides were all in their own hands.

Closely pressing against the flesh and blood, it means... like the gauze on his wound, which is covered with his flesh and blood.

The fluid is the kind of injury medicine he brought over. Moreover, the medicine liquid can pass through, but the bottle cannot pass through.

Therefore, as soon as time starts in that world, the first thing he does is to introduce fluid into the container - that is, he can quickly play with his heartbeat. Without the foundation of being single for many years, he can't do it.

However, I read from Weibo in that world that many other time travelers can bring things... This yellow-haired time traveler also brought a basket of things.

"I'm not worthy?" Chen Changyan was very confused about this.

It’s not that these romance novels are really good, but he can’t do anything other hot chickens can do... Such things will make it difficult for him to accept.

After all, it’s still a high mind and needs to be treated.

"Taozi, get that backpack for me." He picked a few books from the bookshelf and waved to Taozi. He still wanted to try it again tonight.

"Okay." Taozi took the crying soul umbrella and picked up the strap of the backpack and threw it at him.

As soon as Chen Changyan reached out to catch it, he immediately felt a strange wave of power... It was a chance.

He stuffed a few novels into it, threw the medicine bottle given by Lingshu, sat down, and looked at the time on his watch.

11:45.
Chapter completed!