If someone hadn't pulled him, this sword would have hit Yang Zhen in the chest.

"Thank you, thank you. Yang Zhen turned around and saw a man as young as himself, and hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

"It's the first time you come, the words on the plaque are written by the first Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm, you can't stare at it, if you watch it for a long time, it will be considered disrespectful to the Immortal Emperor, and it will lead to the killing of the Immortal Emperor's will. The young man smiled gently, looking nice.

"Nobody told me. Yang Zhen was depressed for a moment, and didn't dare to look up anymore.

The sword just now looked mediocre, but Yang Zhen knew that if he was hit, it would be very dangerous, and he might not even be able to recover from the wound.

"You also come to read the scriptures and ancient books?" the man said in a friendly manner.

"Flying Snow Palace Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen hugged his fists.

"Plum Blossom Palace, plum is always there. The man also smiled: "Let's go, together." ”

The two walked side by side.

There was no one at the door of the Scripture Pavilion, and Yang Zhen didn't understand it when he first came, so he had to follow Mei Chang to study.

Mei Chang took out his waist card, put it on a stone table at the door, brushed, and a fine light shone on it, reading out the person's data, and appeared in mid-air.

Even Yang Zhen saw it clearly: "The first-level patrol envoy of the Plum Blossom Palace, Mei Chang is here, contributing 16 million." ”

Then, the number flashed, deducting two million, becoming fourteen million, Mei Changzai took back the waist card, stepped into the door, and disappeared.

Yang Zhen hurriedly followed and put his waist card on it.

Mo Xue originally told him that the contribution was deducted one million.

As a result, Na Mei Chang deducted two million.

Then it was Yang Zhen's turn, and the number flashed, and Yang Zhen, who originally contributed 10 million, became zero.

A full 10 million was deducted.

I'll go, Yang Zhen is going to vomit blood when he sees it, this stone table is too pitiful, right?

However, he had nowhere to find someone to redress his grievances, so he hurriedly stepped in.

The appearance inside is very ordinary, just like a bookstore, with many bookshelves in it, rows of ancient books, and neat arranges of classics.

The books here are different from Yang Zhen's previous worlds.

When Yang Zhen was in the human world, most of the books of the Flawless Sword Sect were just a jade plate, and with a sweep of the mind, you could see the content of a book.

And the books here are all real books.

There are paper, leather, bamboo, and even some unknown materials, and metal, some as large as a human body, and some as small as a finger.

All kinds of books, which make people dazzled.

Yang Zhen suddenly didn't know what book to look for first.

Mei Changzai was waiting for Yang Zhen inside, seeing Yang Zhen's blank expression, and hurriedly pointed him out.

"The Zangjing Pavilion is divided into three floors, half-step immortals can read the books on the second floor, immortals and immortals above can read the books on the third floor, we can only read the books on the first floor. "Mei Chang is in the middle stage of a saint immortal, slightly taller than Yang Zhen, but he is not qualified to read the books upstairs.

"Oh. Yang Zhen nodded.

Mei Changzai taught him again: "There are various books from the ancient world to the present, including the fairy world, the demon world, the hell world, the gods and demons world, and other heavenly worlds, paper, most of which are from our fairy world, and most of the leather ones are from the demon world, metal, and unknown materials, which may be from the world of gods and demons, bamboo, and may be from the barbarian world." ”

"Of course, these are approximate and not necessarily accurate, because we also have a few bamboos, cortexes, etc. in the fairy world. ”

"If you look at the bookshelf again, most of the bookshelves on the left are immortal magic, the middle ones are mainly historical biographies and legends, and the ones on the right may be some miscellaneous novels and alternative books such as Lian Dan and formations. ”

"You can look at the ancient books of the corresponding world according to your needs. ”

Mei Changzai was very enthusiastic and introduced Yang Zhen one by one.

Yang Zhen was very grateful, thought about it and asked, "Our palace master asked me to read the book, I have the opportunity to be promoted to a saint immortal, what is better?"

"That's right. Mei Chang thought for a while: "This is for you to read the handwritings of the ancient sages and comprehend their will, so that it is possible to make a breakthrough." ”

"Most of the books are written by later generations, and many of the miscellaneous novels on the right are recorded by the ancient sages when they were idle, and you can feel their invincible will and ancient knowledge. ”

Mei Chang led the way, walked to the right, took a book from the bookshelf casually, and handed it to Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen took it and took a look: 'Three hundred fairy poems', so he didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.

"This is compiled by a former immortal monarch in the fairy world, known as the poet saint of the fairy world, he created three hundred ancient poems, and the name shocked the fairy world, this poetry book is useless, but he wrote it by himself, and the will of the immortal monarch is compelling. ”

Yang Zhen held it in his hand, and sure enough, he felt the strong will of the immortal monarch, and his mind swept away, and he immediately felt that the immortal qi in his body was about to move, and he was infected by the poetry book, and a magical picture appeared in his mind.

A scholar holds a book of poetry in his hand, shaking his head, and looks like a student.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed, the frost on the ground-" A few lines of poetry also appeared in his mind.

"Hey, Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen-" Mei Chang called a few times and called Yang Zhen's soul back.

"Ahh

"You're reciting poetry. Mei Chang smiled bitterly: "You may be too low in the realm, and you are easily affected by the will of the Immortal Monarch, you have to remember that when you come to read the book, you are learning to understand their will, don't be influenced by them." ”

"Oh, got it, thank you, Brother Chang. Yang Zhen sincerely thanked him.

"It's okay, raise your hand, read it for yourself, there are a lot of books here, where can I go to learn some immortal arts." Mei Chang was turning to leave.

"Brother May. Yang Zhen stopped him.

"What else?"

"I want to ask, how much contribution did you deduct when you came in?"

"Oh, am I two million, you should have seen it, you must be one million, so it feels strange, normal, he is deducted according to the strength of each person, two million for the Holy Immortal, one million for the Xuan Immortal, and four million for the Half-step Immortal. ”

"The higher the realm, the more you deduct. ”

"Oh, no. "Yang Zhenjue's self is about to cry, I deducted 10 million?

But he didn't dare to say it.

"The one who deducts 10 million is not the Immortal King?"

"Eight million for the Immortal Monarch and sixteen million for the Immortal Emperor, both of which are doubled. Mei Changzai added: "If you can deduct eight million, you can go directly to the third floor to read, hehe." "Say a pendulum, turn around and walk quickly, and go to the front to see the magic powers.

"I'm gone, I've been deducted 10 million?" Yang Zhenjue's heart was very stuffy: "Don't bring such a tricky person." ”

This is more than the level of the Immortal Monarch and close to the Immortal Emperor.

"Sister Qinglian said, you didn't contribute enough, only 10 million, so you deducted it, if you still have it, you can deduct it again. Ding'er said a word at this time.

"What? Why am I an Immortal?" Yang Zhen understood now, he was considered by the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to be at the level of the Immortal Emperor?

This, this, this, no, I'm an Immortal Emperor? Could it be that I'm the reincarnation of an Immortal Emperor?

I looked at it and thought, with my genius, must it be the Immortal Emperor. I can't help but be in YY for a while.

"Sister Qinglian said that you think too much. Ding'er grinned: "The contribution of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is not only based on your personal strength, but also on your magic weapon, the people in your magic weapon." ”

"Ah-" I see, Yang Zhen has several powerful magic weapons, as well as more than 10 million believers, a few holy immortals, plus Qinglian, Chief Amu, totem, etc., so he was deducted 10 million contributions by the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

It turned out that you were the one who harmed her? Especially that Qinglian, it is estimated that 8 million out of 10 million are detained by her alone.

That's a big loss.

Yang Zhen was extremely depressed.

He flipped through these miscellaneous novels on the lower floor, which were basically the handwritten notes of the immortal monarchs of the past dynasties, and there were very few below the immortal monarchs.

But most of them are miscellaneous novels, which are of little use.

He saw a lot of miscellaneous notes that he had never heard of: "gunpowder making", "high school math", "Genghis Khan's life", "alien distribution galaxies", and so on.

There are also some messy novels, such as "Domineering Immortals Mixed in the World", "Dragon Fu", "Breaking the Sky", etc.

These ancient books are of little use to cultivating immortals.

Of course, these books were all written by the Immortal Monarch himself, and the content contained the Immortal Monarch's will, which had a little effect on his spiritual cultivation.

But it hasn't given him a chance to break through.

After watching it for more than an hour, Yang Zhenjue was still far from a breakthrough.

At this time, there were footsteps behind him, and Mei Changzai came over with a book: "Yang Zhen, I've found it, I'm going to practice in the magic weapon for a while before coming out, if you want to leave, you can go by yourself, don't tell me." ”

"Okay, I know. Yang Zhen knew that he was going to practice in the magic weapon, and he was afraid that Yang Zhen would disturb him when he left, so he deliberately reminded him.

After Mei Chang finished speaking, he took the book and walked to another corner, and then his figure flashed, entered his magic weapon, and devoted himself to cultivation.

Yang Zhen saw that Mei Chang was practicing in the magic weapon, and suddenly thought of going upstairs.

After deducting 8 million contributions, you can go up to the third floor?

Why don't you give it a try?

"Ding'er, ask Sister Qinglian, can I go up to the third floor?"

Ding'er didn't respond, it was obvious that she never said it when she wanted her to speak, and when she didn't want her to speak, she always took the initiative to say it.

Yang Zhen's eyes rolled, and Qinglian didn't speak, which meant that Yang Zhen could go up.

If Yang Zhen can't get on, she will definitely taunt Yang Zhen.

left, Yang Zhen was also bold, and went directly to the stairs.

The staircase is right on the right, and there is a clear forbidden surround on it, and if you force your way up to the staircase, you will be counterattacked by the prohibition.

He took his breath and stepped on it slowly.

Brush, it is forbidden upstairs to suddenly shine brightly, and then a circular vortex appeared, and before Yang Zhen retracted his feet, his whole body was sucked forward by a suction force.

Pounced, when Yang Zhen stood firm again, he found that he had arrived in a new environment.

The staircase on the second floor came, and it really succeeded.

In front of you is the staircase on the third floor.

The books on the second floor are even more incredible, if there are books written by the Immortal Monarch on the first floor, then the second floor is full of books written by the Immortal Monarch level.

Each book exudes a powerful immortal will, and infinite immortal energy.

If it weren't for the limited time that everyone had to spend in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Yang Zhen believed that as long as he stayed here to practice, he would be able to be promoted to a saint immortal sooner or later.

Did you really come up? Try it on the third floor.

Yang Zhen stepped out with another foot.