The carriage stopped outside Wenzong, and Xiaobai shouted at the carriage a few times.

"Don't stop, keep walking, go to the main peak."

Chu Tianming's faint voice came from the carriage.

The groom waved his whip without hesitation, and the horse roared and ran.

Wenzong said it was a sect, but in fact, the entire world that you saw was from this sight belonged to Wenzong. In Wenzong, there were countless Lingshan and rivers, and many pavilions were built in it for elders and disciples to choose to move in.

These pavilions are full of spiritual energy and can be practiced thousands of miles a day. Some pavilions that occupy the territory often cause disciples to fight because of their belongings.

But the real highlight is actually in the sky of Wenzong.

In the sky of Wenzong, there were many palaces and pavilions floating. These pavilions were breathing in treasure light and exuded a faint soft light, which made people yearn for it.

These pavilions contain various classics, secret techniques, treasure scrolls, and treasures. It can be said that many of the savings of Wenzong are placed brightly among some of the palaces and pavilions.

And in that sky, the most eye-catching thing was the seven divine peaks that had penetrated into the sky.

Seven peaks in study.

"Seven peaks, seven peaks."

Chu Tianming looked at the seven divine peaks floating in the sky and standing between the sea of ​​clouds. The scenes deep in his memory that had not been recalled for a long time gradually came to his heart like a tide.

At that time, he transformed into a white scholar as a shadow and came to the Mixed Cultivation Realm.

At that time, the mixed cultivation realm, and the major star masters had no masters. It was an era of chaos. He accidentally adopted a little girl who had become dirty and muddy.

It was raining that day, and the young girl was scattered with her family while she was exiled. She cried alone in the muddy puddle. There was a broken city around her. The soldiers rode their horses through the city. The sound of horse hooves was chaotic and a lot of mud and water splashed.

The little girl is isolated and helpless, as if she is abandoned by the world.

The little girl was crying sadly, but suddenly she felt that the rain was much smaller. She raised her head in confusion and saw a white figure in her tears.

A scholar in white.

The scholar in white was holding an oil-paper umbrella and slowly walked towards the rain curtain. He had no solemn aura of soldiers on his body, and was as peaceful as an ordinary teacher. But the little girl had an illusion in a trance that as long as he stood there, the gods and Buddhas in the sky would not dare to approach.

"What a coincidence, I'm alone too."

The scholar in white was gentle and elegant, and stretched out his hand to the little girl.

The little girl stopped crying and stared at the scholar in white who suddenly appeared. She remembered that it was very dark and the rain was heavy. There was a plain but gentle smile on the scholar's face.

The little girl left with the scholar. When she returned many years later, she saw the war in her hometown, and she pushed the source of cholera alone, turning her hands to calm the war.

Afterwards, she established a study and stood at the top of the Mianfang Cultivation Realm.

Her name is "Lanting Book Saint".

How brilliant was the study at that time? The Seven Gods Peaks crisscross the cultivation realm and patrol the four directions. Wherever they go, all the great sects and countries are worshipping, and evil demons and evil spirits retreat one after another.

But now, the divine light of the Qishen Peak is dim and retreating to the ancestral land, perhaps it can no longer be called the Qishen Peak in Study, but should be called the Qishen Peak in Wenzong.

Chu Tianming recovered from his memories, looked at the main peak that was gradually enlarging in his vision, calmed down his mood, and a faint curve appeared on the corner of his lips.

Main peak.

It's been a long time since I was a main peak!
Chapter completed!