After listening to Mo Yunyi's legend about "Xuanyuan Bloodline", Ji Changkong was not excited. He felt that the legend of "Xuanyuan" was too far away from him, and he still felt that he could try the secrets of the Sutra Library one by one to be the king.

For three consecutive months, Ji Changkong often appeared in the middle of the night and sneaked into the Sutra Tower when it was late at night.

Over the past three months, Ji Changkong not only has he been familiar with the various secrets and secret techniques of the first, second and third floors of the Sutra Tower, but also has become familiar with Mo Yunyi, the old lady in the Sutra Tower.

After arriving at the second and third floors of the Sutra Library, Ji Changkong realized that the cultivation secret above was just an upgraded version of the first floor.

For example, the first level of "Lingyun Yuanqi Jue" only records the cultivation methods from the first level to the third level of "The Legend of the Three Talents", while the second level records the cultivation secrets from the Four Elections Heaven to the Five Elements Heaven. There is also a "Lingyun Yuanqi Jue" in the third level, which only records the cultivation methods from the Six Hetian to the Seven Stars Heaven.

The same is true for other cultivation secrets. The first level is the foundation of secret cultivation, and the second level and the third level are more advanced.

In addition, the second and third levels include some new secret cultivation techniques, as well as some notes and notes from previous generations who practiced. The notes indicate their own difficulties at a certain level and their feelings when they break through.

It was not until he entered the second and third floors of the Sutra Library that Ji Changkong knew that Ji Changxiao, Ji Changle, Ji Changsheng and others desperately wanted to enter the two floors above, because of the notes written by their predecessors.

Back then, Ji Changxiao was able to break through from Yiyuantian to Liangyitian in the Sutra Library. According to Mo Yunyi, it was because he saw a note similar to his situation that he suddenly understood the reason why he was unable to break through for a long time, so he was able to reach the realm of Liangyitian in three days.

The second and third levels of the most precious things are in addition to secret skills, these predecessors’ cultivation insights!

However, there are not many insights, and the difficulties that everyone encounters on the bumpy road of the cultivation of the gods cannot be the same. Under normal circumstances, the gods need to make a breakthrough through their own understanding. Ji Changxiao's breakthrough back then was just a lucky chance, and he happened to hit a dead mouse and saw a note that was the same as his cultivation difficulties.

This situation is rare, which is why Ji Changxiao stayed in the Sutra Library for three days this year but found nothing.

However, whether it is the second or third level higher level of the celestial scholar's cultivation secret, the gorgeous and powerful attack secret skills, or the cultivation insights of predecessors, it is useless to Ji Changkong.

He was unable to gather his energy, and he had not even broken through the most basic level. The second and third layers of things were no different from waste paper for him!

The Ji family is not located in Qingyan City, but at the foot of Qingyan Mountain outside the city. When you cross Qingyan Mountain to the south, it is the vast Yunmeng Ze with miasma and poisonous fog. After passing Yunmeng Ze, it is the Nanyi tribe known as the Nine Yi tribe.

In the early morning, the rising sun slowly rose from the endless seas in the east, and the brilliant golden light curtain gradually enveloped the sky and shone on the earth.

At the top of Qingyan Mountain, Ji Changkong looked lonely and sat on the Qingyan rock where he had waved his arms vigorously. Three months ago, Ji Changkong went through a lot of hardships during the Ji family training and almost exhausted before climbing here in the dusk.

From last night to now, Ji Changkong has been here for a whole night!

His originally clear eyes were now full of confusion, looking at the Yunmeng Lake, which was surrounded by mist not far away, and watching the colorful miasma slowly floating above Yunmeng Lake like clouds, Ji Changkong suddenly picked up a large jar of wine beside him with both hands and poured it out again.

"Ahem cough cough..."

The bitter wine was so strong that Ji Changkong felt uncomfortable and tears were about to flow out. A strong bitter smell spread in his heart. In an instant, bitterness filled his heart, just like his mood at this moment.

The wine is called "Kudu", and it was given to him by a strange old man in the slums of Qingyan City.

The old man's name is Luo Tian. The first time he met Ji Changkong, he threw a jar of bitter wine called "Ku Du" to him, and let him drink half of the jar of "Ku Du" before he started talking to him.

——At that time, Ji Changkong was just seven years old!

"Little kid, your life before you were twenty years old is like the name of this wine - 'Kudu'. Whether the life after you were twenty years old is still called 'Kudu' depends on yourself." Luo Tian said this seriously without any jokes, and he didn't look like a charlatan. Later, when he got along with Luo Tian, ​​Ji Changkong also found that Luo Tian never joked.

However, Ji Changkong, who is only seven years old, certainly would not take Luo Tian’s nonsense to heart.

However, the subsequent series of facts proved that Luo Tian said - word for word!

At least, until today, Luo Tian has not said anything wrong with Ji Changkong's life trajectory...

Since he became sensible, Ji Changkong only knew his father Ji Haotian. He sent him back to the Ji family seventeen years ago, but Ji Haotian has never returned to the Ji family again, and his life and death are unknown! As for who his mother is? Even the Ji family knows nothing, it is natural that Ji Changkong is even more impossible.

When others are loving their parents, Ji Changkong can only endure loneliness alone.

My grandfather Ji Yusheng was depressed and unsuccessful in the Ji family. He has been addicted to Ji Haotian's life and death unknown past. Ji Yusheng is not a person who is good at expressing his feelings. He will only look at Ji Changkong from afar and silently give care.

It was not until ten years ago that Ji Wanyun returned to the Ji family with four shocking scars on her face that Ji Changkong truly gained unreserved care.

However, at this time, the fact that Ji Changkong could never gather his energy was cruelly exposed!

Ji Changkong, who was young, began to suffer deeper exclusion in the Ji family. In the Ji family, where strength is the most powerful, children who cannot gather their own strength are simply like wasteful people! Ji Changkong, who was sensible just now, got the most ridicule, cold and ridiculous eyes of others...

Another ten years of misery, plus the first seven years when I was ignorant, I had no affection for my parents, a total of seventeen years. This is how Ji Changkong came here!

And now, Ji Changkong suffered a heavy blow again!

There are a total of fifteen secrets of cultivating the celestial beings on the first floor of the Sutra Tower. By last night, Ji Changkong had tried all of them one by one, and had tried all kinds of methods. Except for still fainting again and again, Ji Changkong still found nothing.

Over the past three months, Ji Changkong's body has not changed, but his living environment has not changed as usual: Grandpa Ji Yusheng is still kind, but mixed with many disappointed eyes, and aunt Ji Wanyun still cared for her and even treated her carefully, as if she was afraid that she would be unable to think about it because of consecutive setbacks.

As for the rest of the Ji family...

It is still as usual, with cold eyes, ridicule, and ridicule, as if it will never stop! Or like Ji Changle, he will move his fists and feet from time to time, exert a suffocation in his heart, and make his mood feel more relaxed.

Before entering the Sutra Tower, Ji Changkong placed all his hopes on the secrets of cultivating the gods. At that time, Ji Changkong had hope in his heart, so no matter how hard or difficult life was,... because of the glimmer of hope in his heart, he could still bear it.

However, when all the secrets were tried one by one, the fire of hope in Ji Changkong's heart was extinguished by him little by little, he began to hesitate, be confused, helpless... and even despair!

Suddenly, he lost the goal to support him. All the process of perseverance being destroyed by himself was a little bit too difficult for him...

"Travel over the bitterness... When will I truly get through this endless sea of ​​suffering?"

Sitting on the top of Qingyan Mountain and looking at the ever-changing five-color miasma in the Yunmeng Lake in the distance, Ji Changkong looked with a strong and indelible sorrow and bitterness, as well as an unforgettable sadness!

...

"Changkong." A low cry came, Ji Wanyun's figure stood quietly aside and said softly: "Don't be discouraged, there is still hope."

Ji Changkong looked blankly at Ji Wanyun. After a while, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Hope? Hope has been ruined by my own hands!"

"No!" Ji Wanyun felt ache in her heart and hurriedly shouted: "There is really hope!"

Before Ji Changkong could think too much, Ji Wanyun quickly explained: "I came here this time to take you to Wushan. It is rumored that the secret of the gods who practiced by the old mother in Wushan was extremely special. Every disciple who went to Wushan to become a disciple, as long as she recognized her, she would give her disciple a stream of Yuan power, so that her disciple could use that stream of Yuan power as a guide to gather more Yuan power to practice."

Seeing that Ji Changkong's attention was attracted by her words, Ji Wanyun struck while the iron was hot: "It is said that even an ordinary person, as long as he was taken as an apprentice by Wushan's old mother, could cultivate to become a god with the power she gave her!"

"Aunt, don't worry, I won't be able to think about doing something stupid to jump off the cliff." Ji Changkong shook his head, his eyes clear, but there was a hint of sadness, and he sighed softly: "If there was really a mother in Wushan, you should have taken me there long ago, how could you wait until now?"

"You kid, you will think randomly!" Seeing that Ji Changkong seemed to have no idea of ​​suicide, Ji Wanyun's heart, which had been hanging in the air, gradually let go, and smiled and scolded Ji Changkong, then he dared to come forward and grab Ji Changkong's arm and carefully pulled him from the edge of the cliff.

"The old mother of Wushan was originally a celestial servant on the endless islands of the East China Sea. She came to Zhongdi two years ago and had been hiding on Wushan in Lingyun City to practice. Few people knew about her. It was not until half a year ago that she began to formally recruit disciples. I don't know how to predict the future, so how could I know so many things!"

Ji Wanyun knocked Ji Changkong on the head and smiled: "I saw that something is getting worse and wrong in the past three months, so I tried my best to inquire about people everywhere. Then I heard about the old mother in Wushan through Ruolan. I didn't expect that you, little guy, would actually dare to suspect your aunt, I lied to you?"

"Aunt, aren't you really trying to deceive me?" Ji Changkong looked surprised and exclaimed suddenly. Because he was too excited, he was unsteady and pushed a piece of blue rock the size of a human head to the bottom of the mountain. After listening to the loud noise coming from the foot of the mountain, Ji Changkong himself was scared into a cold sweat.

When he was about to give up, it was really hard to control his excitement when he heard such a sudden news.

Ji Wanyun was even more nervous than Ji Changkong. At this moment, her face turned pale as paper. She grabbed Ji Changkong's wrist tightly, said nothing, and quickly pulled Ji Changkong to a safe area first. Then she shouted angrily: "Changkong! Why are you so careless! Do you have to scare your aunt to death?"

——It was indeed dangerous just now. If Ji Wanyun hadn't always been to him, Ji Changkong would have really had the possibility of falling off the cliff.

"Let's go, I'll take you to Wushan now, let's go now! Stinky brat, it's so scary!" Ji Wanyun pulled him and dragged him down the mountain, not wanting to stay in this dangerous place for an extra second.

"Thank you, Auntie." Ji Changkong thanked in a low voice, and the fire of hope in his heart rekindled. Although his body was staggering by Ji Wanyun, his expression on his face was full of determination.

Seventeen years have passed like this, and as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, I can't give up! Ji Changkong gritted his teeth and promised himself.
Chapter completed!