Tianji Peak, Library Building.

In the hall on the first floor, next to the mahogany table at the reception, sat an old man with a white beard. A yellowed old paper book in hand, casually flipped back and forth in the clear glow of the moonstone.

Outside the door, the night is dark, and tonight the sky is gloomy, with no moon and no stars.

There was no one else in the hall, the paper leaves turned over, and the sound of Suosuo, accompanied by the clear sound of the wind knocking on the bamboo leaves outside the door, was particularly clear in the silent night.

The white-bearded old man put down the book, took a sip of the jade teacup on the table, cheered up, and looked at the figure who walked into the hall with dissatisfaction.

It was a man in gray, with an ordinary face, the kind that could never be found again if thrown into the crowd. Looking at the cultivation, he only swept it, and knew that it was just a fifth-level monk in the Qi refining period, and he should be a miscellaneous disciple in the sect. In the middle of the night, there was a little displeasure on his face.

"Senpai!" The gray-clothed man approached the white-bearded old man, saluted respectfully, and then handed over the identity jade plate and two lower grade spirit stones.

The white-bearded old man took it, squinted his cloudy old eyes, and weighed the identity jade plate several times, until the gray-clothed male cultivator's heart began to hair, and then he said in a rough voice: "Miscellaneous disciple Qiu He, the first floor, two hours!" ”

"Yes, thank you, senior!" The man in gray released his fist in his sleeve, took the jade plaque, and walked to the stairs.

After the gray-clothed man left, the white-bearded old man yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and muttered, "Strange, why are you so sleepy tonight!" ”

Finally, I still couldn't bear the sleepiness, and I lay on the table with the yellowed book on my pillow, motionless. Only the sound of slow, long breathing echoed through the silent hall.

At this moment, at the staircase, the gray-clothed male cultivator walked back again. He stood next to the white-bearded old man, and lightly groped the mahogany table up and down, but he didn't know where he pressed it, on the side of the table, silently

Pop up a golden bell.

I saw his fingertips move together, and he made a few complicated finger tricks, and then his fingertips gently swiped on the golden bell, and the golden bell fell upside down into the table, and the flat mahogany table was as inconspicuous as usual.

The old man with the white beard was still breathing steadily and long. However, where the gray-clothed male cultivator couldn't see, the tips of his left little finger moved slightly.

The man in gray listened attentively for a moment, and his long figure disappeared down the wooden staircase.

The seventh floor of the library building.

Today, on duty here is a male cultivator surnamed Chen Yuan in infancy.

The seventh floor of the library building is not only the storage place for the many secret texts in the sect, but also the entrance to the eighth floor.

On the eighth and ninth floors, what is collected is not a cultivation secret, but a large number of treasures hidden in the door. They were hidden in the midst of many formations and prohibitions, and they were one of the accumulations and connotations of the Tianyin Pavilion for nearly 100,000 years. Normally, only disciples who have made outstanding contributions to the sect or who have made great contributions will be fortunate enough to be selected at the sect's centennial festival.

The seventh floor of the library building is the only entrance to the eighth floor. This is the secret of Tianyin Pavilion, and the male cultivator surnamed Chen does not know it, and the place where he is closely connected to the treasure house of Tianyin Pavilion.

The male cultivator surnamed Chen had been here for nine years, and he would be able to leave in just one more year.

In nine years, no one has been to the seventh floor except for him, the gatekeeper.

Of course, he's just here to keep the goal. The books on the seventh layer were all protected by layers of prohibitions, and he couldn't read them.

The library building had been safe and sound for thousands of years, and he had never imagined that someone would be able to hide from the foundation monk who was guarding the first floor, break the ban, and touch the seventh floor where he was.

Those of them who guarded the library had left soul tablets in the sect, and once they fell, the sect would immediately be under martial law.

Not to mention the early warning and monitoring formations set up to prevent disciples from trespassing on the upper floors of the library building outside of their authority.

So, when the man in gray broke in, he only had four words in his head: this can't be! ”

Then, for some reason, he fainted. The last picture that crossed my mind was the scene of the gray-clothed man with his hands sealed, calmly breaking the formation. He thought, this is at least a monk in the Jindan period, and he is also a monk who is proficient in formations.

The man in gray moves quickly and skillfully. The door to the eighth floor soon appeared on the wall.

The man in gray did not hesitate and stepped over.

It is a large and bright hall. The main hall is filled with all kinds of weapon racks, and all kinds of weapons are shining, mixed with all kinds of forbidden light.

The monks who entered the eighth floor of the library building could only take one thing with them. This is a well-known rule in the Treasure Chamber. The monk who originally set this rule was probably to test the monk's decisiveness, but now it seems that it is also a good way to prevent theft.

The gray-clothed male cultivator looked at the colorful treasures stupidly, and walked straight towards a sword on the weapon rack in the center.

Although the prohibition on the sword was complicated, he was not helpless.

An orange talisman fell, forbidden to dissipate. This is an extremely precious forbidden charm.

The body of the sword is as transparent as glass, and the hilt of the sword is engraved with two ancient seal characters with quite wind bones. He looked at the light, looked closely, and recognized the word "autumn water".

Exit the 8th floor and follow the same path back to the 7th floor of the library building. Looking at the monk surnamed Chen who fell to the ground, the gray-clothed man was a little troubled. Let it go, and he might leak tonight's events; If you kill it, Tianyin Pavilion will immediately close the mountain and investigate it, and it will be difficult to leave here.

simply showed his long sleeves, exerted the magic power in his sleeves, and took away the monk surnamed Chen.

Walking down the stairs, the hall was still quiet, the breathing of the white-bearded old man was still long and gentle, and the night breeze brought the sound of wind through the bamboo forest.

Everything is normal, but there are sudden warning signs in my heart.

Without thinking about it, the wide sleeves were unfolded, and the white-bearded old man who was sleeping was taken away with him.

The white-bearded old man stood up suddenly, his eyes suddenly opened, and the sparkle in his eyes was terrifying.

"Hey! Attaboy! Say, Who are you? Why come to my library! ”

Big trouble. The gray-clothed male cultivator no longer concealed it, and threw out a few high-level talismans, taking advantage of the white-bearded old man's resistance, a teleportation talisman was thrown out, and he was about to leave.

Who knows, the talisman made a move, but the person did not move.

"In this library, no one can use space spells and divine consciousness at all, and you dare to steal something without even knowing this?" The white-bearded old man smiled brightly, shook open a few pieces of rune paper that floated in front of him, and a white whisk in his hand, thousands of silk threads densely covered the gray-clothed man.

The gray-clothed man was shocked: "You are a Yuan Infant Monk!" He sacrificed a turtle shell-like artifact, barely resisting the attack of the white-bearded old man.

"You can pretend to be a miscellaneous disciple as a late Jindan monk, what's wrong with the old man guarding the door!"

The white-bearded old man chased after the dust in his hand, and the high-level talismans on the gray-clothed man emerged in an endless stream, and all kinds of spiritual weapons abounded, but he didn't see the natal magic weapon shot. Even the means of fighting the method are common, but they are faster and more powerful than ordinary Jindan stage disciples.

It's hiding your identity.

The white-bearded old man was not in a hurry to be ruthless, firstly, he had to worry about not damaging the library, and secondly, he really wanted to explore the bottom of the gray-clothed man. This son has good strength, and at first glance, he is a famous family with an extraordinary background, but if he is good at being a killer, he will have endless troubles.

The man in gray destroyed the warning weapon in his hand before going upstairs, and he couldn't use his divine sense to find out what he was doing upstairs. However, he couldn't imagine that this person would be able to take things away from the eighth floor of the library building, he just thought that it was the disciple who wanted to find a good exercise that took a risk!

The difference in rank is too big, and the gray-clothed man has appeared early, and at this time, it is just because the white-bearded old man deliberately tried to hold on.

A ray of light fell.

The people in gray knew that if those people were involved, they would be unlucky.

Raising his hand to take a black-brown pill, the gray-clothed man's cultivation soared. He raised his hand and forced the white-bearded old man back with a sharp palm, and then the force of the recoil shot out like a meteor.

Seeing that he was about to rush out of the bamboo forest, a white shadow chased after him. A huge white palm print, when the air imprinted.

The man in gray can see clearly, if this palm is true, I am afraid that his little life will have to be explained here. At that moment, he braked his body stiffly, ignoring the internal injuries caused by the spiritual recoil, and threw out another teleportation talisman, disappearing in place in an instant.

He didn't know that when the white palm print was about to be photographed, there was a hand that easily dispersed the spiritual power gathered by the white shadow.

It was a male cultivator in Mai, and he said lightly to the man in white who made a move: "Tianjizi, are you going to even bombard the library pavilion?" The Great Guard Array here doesn't care who you are! ”

The man in white smiled embarrassedly: "Thank you Ancestor for reminding me!" Isn't this thinking that with your old man's home, you will definitely be able to keep the younger generation worry-free? The junior was summoned by his junior brother, ...... are you? ”

"The deity received a summons from the head of the house, saying that someone had trespassed on the library building."

"The master...... Ay! The boss has arrived! ”

Ren Haotian came in a hurry, he first visited the Mai male cultivator, and then arranged for a group of law enforcement disciples behind him to investigate everywhere, and then asked the white-bearded old man about the matter.

The white-bearded old man's name is Tianyan, he is the junior disciple of Tianjizi, and he is a teacher of Tianji Peak. Yu is extremely talented in the way of counting, but he is the most casual in his ordinary behavior, obviously less than two hundred years old, but he is unwilling to nourish his face with spiritual power, and he is like a mortal who is old and decayed. A few decades ago, he said that he had leaked too many heavenly secrets and needed the protection of the power of his ancestors, so he began to act as a gatekeeper in the library building.

The master has long passed away, and although the senior brother Tianjizi is the peak master, he is also a person who does not play cards according to common sense. Yes, Tianyan is unexpectedly unrestrained.

The elders in the door may have a whisper, but the master of this peak only said: "This is a heavenly opportunity, and it should not be exposed." For a while, it was a joke at the top of the sect.

Tianyan hastily told the story of the incident, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "It's suffering!" Chen Boy is still on it. ”

"No need to look for it, people are here!" An extremely cold voice sounded, but I saw Yin Jian, the head of the law enforcement hall dressed in black, walking over with a person in his hand.

It was the monk surnamed Chen.