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As he had continuously attacked many acupoints, many impurities in his body had been expelled from his pores. His milky white brocade robe had already turned black. His entire body was smelly. The most important thing now was to take a bath, a thorough bath! Although he was very poor in his previous life, this obsession with cleanliness was still preserved. He looked up at the sky through the glazed tiles. White clouds were slowly drifting in the blue sky. It was a sunny day!
Walking out of the inner room, he saw a large wooden barrel in the living room. White mist rose from within, and a set of white brocade clothes was folded on the chair beside it. There was a piece of white paper in the compartment. Ye Jianli gently flicked his sleeve at the paper and the paper flew towards Ye Jianli as if it had eyes and landed on Ye Jianli's small hand. His eyes swept across it gently," Little Young Master, this is already the third day. This servant knows that you are cultivating and does not dare to disturb you. I can only change the hot water twice a day for you to bathe. Come to the main hall to have your meal after your bath! Put your clothes on the chair. This servant will wash them for you. It was signed,"Servant Huan 'er." Ye Jianli rubbed his nose. Huan 'er was really considerate and he was really touched. Although that fellow used to bully these servants, it seemed that the effects of the past few months were not bad…This time, Ye Jianli took an hour to bathe. He washed and wiped his entire body until it was completely red. He put on the brocade clothes that Huan 'er had prepared and looked at the brocade clothes that he had changed into. After thinking for a moment, he took a brush and started to brush on the paper that Huan' er had left behind. A row of small characters floated on it: Huan 'er, throw away the clothes you changed out of this time! After stuffing the paper into his clothes, he remembered that he had not eaten anything for three days since he started cultivating. As he thought about it, his stomach started to grumble in protest. He remembered that Huan 'er had already prepared food for him in the hall, and Ye Jianli walked towards the hall like the wind…
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Time flowed like water, and three years passed in the blink of an eye. Three years could change a person in many ways, such as: Appearance, figure, state of mind, age, knowledge, knowledge, martial arts…Ye Jianli's greatest achievement in these three years was that he had already mastered the fourth level of the Innate Gang Qi mental cultivation method. Since from the second level onwards, the Innate Gang Qi was cultivated using the Innate True Qi, this had already far surpassed the other mental cultivation methods at the starting line. Ye Jianli's current maximum circulation was 48 cycles. If he wanted to advance to the next level, he could only work hard to revise the first four levels of mental cultivation method to accumulate innate Gang Qi, or use the old method to attack the acupoints one by one! He continued to widen his meridians and cultivate the mental cultivation method.
A martial artist who only cultivated mental cultivation (internal strength) was not good enough. He had to cultivate external techniques to be considered a qualified martial artist! External techniques included lightness skills, hidden weapons, sword techniques, saber techniques, fist techniques, palm techniques, finger techniques, and leg techniques. Of course, for ordinary people, it was good to learn extensively and specialize, but for martial arts geniuses, it was not good to specialize in only one field. Ye Jianli was currently standing in front of the door to the second level of the library pavilion. Looking at the key that was flickering with a metallic luster in his hand, his thoughts drifted back to the instructions his father Ye Cheng had given him when he took out the key in the study room,""Take this well. This is the key to the second level of the library pavilion. You can enter after your cultivation technique has reached the third layer of innate Stellar Energy. Remember!"
Ye Jianli played with the key in his hand and still did not understand the meaning behind Ye Cheng's words. Could it be that old men who were older loved to play riddles and play tricks? However, not only had he mastered the third level of mental cultivation method, but he had also mastered the fourth level of mental cultivation method. The innate qi mass in his body had also been compressed into a silver-white ball, and its power had increased exponentially. The innate true qi that surged into his body was as thick as a pinky finger. There was another important problem, which was that his father had changed a lot in Ye City, and he would only rush home during the Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year's Eve. "Perhaps the truth is in the second level of the library pavilion!”Ye Jianli stopped playing with the key and muttered thoughtfully. Combined with his father's words, this guess became even more true. Of course, there was a better way: The key was in his hand. Wouldn't he know if he went in and took a look?!
With a click, the small golden lock opened and Ye Jianli pushed the door open. Looking at the scene in front of him, Ye Jianli felt a wave of dizziness. Who knew that there were only five bookshelves scattered in a pentagram. Each bookshelf was divided into five levels, and each level had five books. Even though he felt a little disappointed, when he thought about what his father had said, the second floor contained martial arts manuals, the slight disappointment disappeared without a trace. If martial arts secret manuals were so easy to collect, then they wouldn't be martial arts secret manuals!
Perhaps it had been a long time since anyone had cleaned the wooden floor, but there was a layer of 'dust'. However, the strange thing was that there was no spider web on the corner of the roof, not even a trace. It was very strange! It was very special! There was a faint fragrance in the room that drifted towards the door along with the flow of the air. Ye Jianli sniffed carefully," It was a scent that resembled sandalwood. Perhaps it was out of instinct, Ye Jianli stretched out his left foot and took a step towards the door. With just one step, he retreated like a bolt of lightning, accompanied by a soft 'yi' sound. He saw the 'ash' on the spot where his left foot stepped on drift away without any wind, only to see a small seal character 'Sheng' faintly appear on it. Ye Jianli looked at the 'grey' and bent down in confusion. He pinched a handful of 'grey' with his fingers and looked at it carefully," This wasn't ash. The shiny yellow was clearly the sand of the desert!
"Sand? Why would the sand from the desert appear in the library pavilion? Could it be…" Ye Jianli took out the sachet that he carried with him. This sachet was a birthday present given to him by his father when he was six years old. Ye Jianli shook his head and stuffed the sachet full with yellow sand…
He didn't expect that he still hadn't entered the library pavilion after so long. Ye Jianli felt very aggrieved. This time, he lifted his right foot and took a step forward. Immediately after, he swiftly retreated. With a " dong " sound, a small golden arrow was inserted into the wood where he had just stepped on. The yellow sand drifted away without any wind, faintly revealing the character 'Death' in small seal script. It was extremely dangerous just now. Just as he stepped on the wooden plank, a strong wind with a dangerous aura came over his head. Ye Jianli covered his legs with Gang Qi without thinking and instantly retreated outside the door. Even so, a strand of his hair was cut off by the wind. If he had reacted a little slower, he would have lost his life here!
From the looks of it, the second level should be filled with traps and dangers. The words 'life' and 'death' were hidden under so much yellow sand. It could also be called the Gate of Life and Death. It was not feasible to create aimless wounds in this intersection of life and death. The only way was to break this sand formation. This was not difficult!
Ye Jianli closed his eyes and used his will to circulate the innate energy. In an instant, his hands were covered in silver-white innate energy. His hands, which were imbued with innate Gang Qi, spun like a Tai Chi." Ha…" With a soft shout, Ye Jianli suddenly opened his eyes. A bright light flashed in his eyes as he pushed out his hands, and the innate energy turned into strong gusts of wind that blew towards the yellow sand. Immediately after, another ball of innate qi flew out and enveloped the astral wind. It turned out that this ball of innate qi was to ensure that everything in the house, except for the yellow sand, would not be destroyed by the wind. All of this seemed to take a long time, but it was actually completed in an instant. In order to do it so easily, he first needed sufficient internal strength, and then he needed precise control over his strength! The yellow sand was blown by the strong wind towards the book at the top of the pentagram. Ye Jianli looked at the crisscrossing 'life' and 'death' characters on the wooden board and sighed.
Stepping on the word 'life', he entered the door and saw a mural on the left side of the door. Other than the bookshelf, books, and sand, there was only one mural in the room. Strange! Special! Protruding! The mural depicted a sage-like old man standing in the room with his back to the room. He held a strange sword in his right hand and pointed his left hand at the back. Ye Jianli looked at the murals thoughtfully and an idea flashed in his mind. Ye Jianli imitated the old man's actions and stretched out his right hand, facing away from the bookshelf at the top of the pentagram. His left hand formed a sword shape and pointed diagonally backward. Ye Jianli's pupils constricted as he looked at the direction his left hand was pointing at. His gaze was fixed on the beam on the roof. A black object was looming on the beam; The beam was about thirty feet away from the wooden plank. Ye Jianli had never practiced Qinggong before, so he could only use the old method to channel the innate Gang Qi to the soles of his feet. He leaped up and reached the beam in an instant. He then grabbed it and fell down. However, the space was too small for him to do so, so he landed a foot on the word 'death'. The golden feathered arrow flew over with a strong gust of wind. Ye Jianli jumped out of the door like a fierce tiger. "F * ck, it's so dangerous!" Ye Jianli said hatefully. Only then did he open the bag in his hand....
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