The old man had already told her that the exercises in the pavilion were divided into five layers according to their ranks, and the exercises on each floor were placed on bookshelves in five directions. The first layer is the fifth-level exercises, and it is also the exercises with the largest variety and quantity, while the first-class exercises on the fifth layer and the exercises of the emperor's subordinates are only a handful. There is a Guardian on each of the fourth and fifth floors, and no one is generally allowed to enter.

Although Da Xi Ganluan already knew that there would be a lot of exercises on the first floor before entering the pavilion, he didn't expect that the entire floor was a bookshelf to the top, and each shelf was full of books, which made people feel extremely shocked at first sight.

In the blink of an eye, she came back to her senses and excitedly shuttled through the middle of the bookshelf, picking up this exercise from time to time to take a look.

""Wood Recipe"? I don't know if Lu Yan is cultivating this. Da Xi Ganluan picked up a book of exercises at random, read out the name on it, and muttered to open it at will, "Wood, life." Spring begins to grow, flourishes in summer, although it withers in autumn and winter, it is reborn in the spring of the second year, and the great living of all things is also. Gaimu's life is the strongest ...... in the world."

"If only I could cultivate." She reluctantly put down this volume of exercises, and said with some regret.

She looked around, thinking that there were not many suitable for her on this floor, and she could only be greedy when she saw that she was interested, so she walked upstairs stupidly.

What she didn't know was that in the attic of the Jing Yuan, the old man looked in the direction of the pavilion, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't know if she would choose that exercise.

The bookshelves on the second to fourth floors are much less cloudy than those on the first floor, but there are still a lot of exercises.

Da Xi Ganluan had no intention of stopping and looking for them one by one, climbing all the way to the fifth floor, and he didn't even pay attention when no one stopped him when he passed through the fourth floor.

The space on the fifth floor is not large, only half the size of the first floor, and five bookshelves stand against the wall, each of which houses the five attributes and the exercises of the emperor, and one of the bookshelves is still empty. Each exercise is guarded by a faint circle of light.

Da Xi Ganluan found three books of ice exercises on a shelf, one of which was on paper called "Phantom Ice Gun Method", one was on silk and called "Thousand Dances", and the other was a bamboo slip called "Jinhan Sutra".

She followed the old man's teaching, wrapped the illusion qi in her palm, and cautiously probed into the aperture. Sure enough, the aperture did not repel her in the slightest.

Da Xi Ganluan's eyes lit up, and his hand moved freely within the aperture before taking out the exercises in it.

She took out all three exercises and looked at them, and found that they couldn't be opened.

"It's really a first-class exercise, and I don't even let you see it." Da Xi Ganluan muttered and complained, and put the "Phantom Ice Marksmanship" back first, "Dancing with knives and swords, I don't like it." ”

She held "A Thousand Dances" in her left hand and "Jinhan Sutra" in her right hand, looking left and right in a tangled manner, and kept muttering: "It should be quite tiring to dance, but how beautiful it is to dance when fighting!" This is marked with fingering, think about how handsome you can beat others with your fingers, but will you practice your fingers thickly? ”

"No, I want to be beautiful!" She looked at the fingers of her right hand and decisively threw back the "Jinhan Sutra" in her hand.

She took "A Thousand Dances" into her arms beautifully, and turned around and went downstairs gracefully.

In a place she didn't know, the guardians of the fourth and fifth floors listened to her words completely, and they all thought: In these years, there is still such a picky first-class exercise? When I have time, I have to talk to the stinky boy, it's not okay for a good seedling to teach like this.

The patriarch, who was dealing with the affairs of the mansion in the big study, and didn't know that he was carrying the black cauldron, suddenly sneezed twice, and couldn't help frowning and thinking: Which one is talking about himself behind his back?