Bidding farewell to the night watchman on the first floor, An Ruo and Wuxian marched towards the second floor, and the book on the second floor was upgraded by one level, from the lower grade of the yellow rank to the middle grade of the yellow rank, and the two night watchmen also became the third stage of the fighting spirit. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wu Xian could see that sometimes the people who came here were not all here to read, but simply to fight with the night watchman, and then leave after the fight, who had ever cared about what strange books and volumes were in the library.

This is also a rather interesting scene in the Scripture Pavilion.

There are many strong people in the Ye family's Dou Ling, most of them are cultivating quietly in the headquarters or going out to practice, except for the teachers of the Twelve Branches whose average strength is above the Dou Ling, everyone else is silently assigned to each corner of the Ye family, each performing their own duties.

Being able to fight with a master at the Dou Ling level is the dream of many Ye family disciples, even if they can't take two or three moves or even defeat completely, they are willing, what they value more is the process, and the experience of fighting at the next level.

However, the strong have the dignity of the strong, and they disdain to attack the weak, so such opportunities are rare.

Therefore, some clever disciples hit the night watchman of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion with their ideas, that is a veritable master of fighting spirits, only fighting five moves, and there will be no heavy casualties, no fight in vain.

The night watchmen also understood the thoughts of these little ghosts, and when they faced them, they would be a little faster and more aggressive than ordinary disciples, and they would have fulfilled their wishes.

The first time she saw it, she felt quite fresh, and she didn't take it to heart after laughing, but she didn't expect that she would be treated the same way when she visited for the second time.

The third stage of Dou Ling was still within the range of Wu Wu's bearing, and she and An Ruo took five moves almost in no order, and obtained permission to enter the second layer. Stepping into the library, there is a new alien dimension.

With the foreshadowing of the first layer, the books on the second layer can't be read, but it doesn't make Wuxian show too much disappointment. A novel thought suddenly came to her heart: Could it be that the cultivation method of the dragon clan in the upper plane was not a fighting spirit? Because she had not yet fully awakened, she had not been able to comprehend the correct cultivation method?

Is that really the case? Who will tell her the answer?

Without the guidance of the master by his side, Wuxian can only suppress all his doubts in his heart, and everything will be solved when time comes.

"Wuxian, what kind of word is this?" An Ruo took a book and made a mistake in the title.

"I'll see. "Immortal came to his side.

On the black cover, there are simply four large gilded characters.

"Famous sword ranking. This is wild grass, I remember teaching you in Anhe Town, and besides, these four words are not complicated, have you forgotten?"

The innocent father Anhua was once a world-famous medical fairy, writing a handful of elegant wild grass, and later faded out of the world, opened a medical village in Anhe Town, with the extraordinary medical skills of rejuvenation and the cursive script of the dragon flying and phoenix dance, captured the heart of the innocent mother.

Wuxian has studied with his father since he was a child, not only his medical skills have been passed on, but even a good calligraphy has been practiced on a par with him.

"Is there one?" An Ruo blushed unnaturally, "I may have forgotten." Fortunately, there were not many light clusters around, and the environment was dark, so this little change in him was not noticed by Wuxian.

After reading the book, which was not many pages and could be read in a short time, she turned the first page with great interest.

An Ruo stood aside, and the depths of his eyes were full of Wuwu's serious and quiet face.

How could he have forgotten what Wuxian had taught him, it was just an excuse to show her the book.

"Ah Ruo, look," Wu Wu's fingers rummaged through the paper, pausing on the last few pages, "Do you think these two swords are familiar?"

An Ruo looked at it, there was a slender and snowy sword painted on the page where the finger of Wu Wu rested, through the thin paper, you can vaguely feel the surging and majestic momentum, the hilt of the sword is inlaid with three red spars, carefully carved into the form of flames, it can be described as lifelike, next to the sword is the word Cangyan written in wild cursive, and the handwriting on the cover is consistent.

Turning to the next page, this sword is wider and longer than the one just now, and it looks more domineering in momentum, the cyan blue hilt is nothing special, what makes her exclaim is the blue arc of light that the painter has added to this sword figuratively, which is extremely bewitching.

Normally, blue, corresponds to the thunder attribute.

Seeing the two cursive words marked next to the sword: Yue Ming, which just verified what Wu Xi thought in her heart, she raised her head and focused on An Ruo's gaze.

An Ruo's pink lips opened slightly, spelling out three words, "Ye Liufeng." ”

Yes, the Yue Ying Sword is his saber, no wonder it looks so familiar.

If she remembered correctly, Fan Kongxue was holding the Cangyan Sword, which she and An Ruo had seen in the frozen forest before, and the situation was urgent at that time, so she didn't have time to take a closer look.

"The author of this famous sword ranking is quite interesting, using a reverse order method, that is, the further back you are, the higher the ranking of the sword. ”

The Cangyan Sword ranked fifth, and the Yue Ying Sword ranked fourth, in fact, it had already entered the ranks of artifacts from the penultimate sword. In this competition that is not so much a famous sword as an artifact, Wu Yan can't help but wonder what kind of style the world's top three divine swords contain.

"Back......" An Ruo flipped back, "it's gone." ”

The last three sheets of paper have only rankings, no patterns.

"Thirdly, there is no shadow. ”

"Second, Zhu Xian. ”

"First,...... Hey, why don't you even have a name?" Wuxian flipped to the end of the book, but the last page was blank, and there was nothing more except for a small one in the bottom corner.

"Does this mean that no one has ever seen the first three Excaliburs?"

After thinking about it, I can only come to such a conclusion.

"Or is it that these three divine swords don't exist at all, and it's just the author's guess?" An Ruo's conjecture was even bolder.

"Maybe it is, it also leaves room for future generations to imagine a step, otherwise why didn't it be drawn?"

The two people who guessed at this moment never imagined that in the near future, two of the three divine swords would be inextricably linked to them.

"It's not too early, let's go up there again, how about it?" An Ruo suggested as he stuffed the book into the light cluster.

"If you want to go, go to the top," Wu Wu thought to him, "I don't seem to have ever competed with you, or shall we have a competition?"

An Ruo smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Compared to what?"

The pure eyes of the immortal black jade purred and swirled, "Why don't you compare the speed?" and the night watchmen on each floor to see who reaches the eleventh floor first." ”

The twelfth floor of the Scripture Pavilion was forbidden for non-members of the Ye family's headquarters, so the eleventh floor was the limit of her challenge tonight.

"No problem, let's get started. An Ruo's competitiveness was provoked by Wuxian, and he also wanted to see how far he was from his titular sister.

The two of them walked out of the library, looked at each other and smiled, and their steps towards the third floor invariably quickened a lot.

The disciples on the stairs only felt a flower in front of them, and two fast-moving white figures blew like a gust of wind, leaving a faint fragrance in the air that could barely be smelled.

Level 3, 4, 5...... Wu Yan and An Ruo basically didn't stay, and ran away after fighting five moves with the night watchmen on each floor. After the sixth layer, the level of the night watchmen had reached the peak of the fifth stage of the Douling Spirit, and their speed slowed down.

With limited energy, the two of them crossed the tenth floor at the same time, and sat down on the stairs leading to the eleventh floor under the astonished gaze of the night watchman. At this time, there were not many people in the upper echelons of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and they lay down without scruples, resting with their eyes closed, waiting for the return of power.

"It's all come to this, and you haven't come up yet?" an old voice sounded above their heads. The two night watchmen bowed their heads respectfully when they heard this.

Wuxian opened his eyes and sat up, looking at the end of the stairs, where the origin of the sound seemed to be on the eleventh floor.

"He's invited, let's go up. An Ruo propped up the stairs with both hands, and a handsome stand up bounced off the ground.

For some reason, Wuxian suddenly felt a little nervous in his heart.

The first feeling is darkness. If it is night in the library, then the entire eleventh floor is the lonely dusk before the night falls.

Walking through the dark reading room, you are greeted by a large but dimly lit hall, empty, in stark contrast to the bright lights downstairs.

There was a table and a chair in the corner of the hall, and an old man in his fifties was sitting at the table, with deep and three-dimensional facial features like a knife, dressed in a simple green coat, and his back was straight even when he was sitting.

The strange thing was that the old man kept his eyes closed until he was careful, and it was only when she and An Ruo approached that the old man's ears moved slightly.

"It's just the two of you who hit the tenth floor?"

They were so close that he could see clearly that the old man's lips were pursed as he spoke.

He actually used internal force to transmit sound!

The hearts of Wu Wu and An Ruo set off turbulent waves. They were lying on the stairs just now, at least dozens of feet away from here, and how advanced cultivation did they need to be to be able to transmit sound so far through the air.

Wuxian suppressed the horror, hugged his fists and replied gently: "It's us, if there is any disturbance, please forgive me." ”

The old man was silent for a long time, and then sighed: "I haven't seen a living person for a long time since I lost my sight. You two, were you scared when you saw me like this?"

Blind? Wuxian looked at the old man's closed eyes, and an inexplicable desolation welled up in his heart.

"There has never been a fright," Wuxian shook her head to shake off her sadness, and even though the old man couldn't see it, she still tried to make a smile, "We admire your senior's deep internal strength and the skill of sound transmission at your fingertips." ”

"Hehe......" the old man smiled lonely, and his tone was bitter, "If I can speak, what should I do with my efforts?"

Both Wu Wu and An Ruo were stunned by this fact.

The old man can't see or speak?!

What does it mean that such an old man who should have been pitied is guarding the eleventh floor of the Scripture Pavilion alone?

It shows that his strength is still unfathomable under the condition of being disabled.

"I'm sorry to offend my seniors. "Wuxian sincerely apologizes.

"No problem. The old man shook his sleeves, "Don't call my predecessors, my surname is Ye, and my single name is a single word, you can call me by my name with confidence." ”

Ye Du?

He doesn't look like a nobody, why have you never heard of this person in the Ye family?

But it's really not a good idea to call it by its name.

"Disciple Wuwu and An Ruo, meet Ye seniors. ”