"Waist card!"

Among the two guards, one looked relatively majestic, and said in a light tone.

Lin Xiu took out the waist card he had handed out when he entered the academy and threw it to the guard.

"Come in, come out in an hour at the latest. ”

The majestic guard threw back the waist card, his expression softened a little, and said.

Lin Xiu nodded, put away his waist card and started to walk towards the Martial Arts Hall.

The two quaint and age-rich doors were slowly pushed open, and suddenly a strong bookish atmosphere came to the face, and what caught my eye was rows of bookcases, and dense books were neatly placed above the bookcases.

"This is the Martial Arts Palace, and the grade is really different. Lin Xiu's eyes were a little happy, and he took a deep breath of the air filled with the smell of books, and muttered.

Pacing in, Lin Xiu found that at the northernmost point of the bookcase, there was an old man with gray hair, the old man was wearing a gray shirt of the same color as his hair, and his face that had gone through vicissitudes was also engraved with the annual rings of life.

The old man was holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand at this time, and the most strange thing for Lin Xiu was that when the old man's thin palm was flipping through the book, his eyes were always closed and never opened.

Lin Xiu lowered his pace and slowly walked to a place not far in front of the old man, for fear of disturbing the other party.

"Young man, an hour is not a waste. ”

Just when Lin Xiu's footsteps had just stopped, the old man suddenly spoke, and his slightly hoarse voice did not escape the passage of life.

"Senior, take the liberty to disturb, the junior is very curious about the way the seniors read the ancient books, I don't know if I can teach one or two?"

For an old man of this age, Lin Xiu was very humble, and in fact, he also thought about it, at the beginning of the Martial Arts Pavilion in Huangyan Valley, the old man who guarded it was actually the former sect master of the sect, and compared to someone who could take care of books in a place like the Martial Arts Hall of the Martial Spirit Academy, he would definitely not be an ordinary person.

Lin Xiu, who was curious about what the old man did, stepped forward and asked very respectfully and tactfully.

Lin Xiu asked, and a smile appeared on the old man's face, and then he slowly opened his closed eyes.

"Young man, I'm cultivating the Dao, but I'm cultivating the Dao, the Dao of the heart!"

It was a pair of cloudy eyes without a trace of figure, some shriveled and sunken, like a lake that has dried up in a harsh environment, without a trace of life.

"This old man is actually blind!" Lin Xiu was extremely surprised in his heart.

Frowning slightly, Lin Xiu said apologetically: "Senior, I'm sorry to disturb your cultivation." ”

The old man shook his head when he heard this, and continued to flip through the yellowed ancient books, and said in his mouth: "It's okay, your way is the way against the sky, and my way is the way to the sky, so why bother." ”

After speaking, the old man closed his dull eyes and sank into the ancient books.

And Lin Xiu, who was standing not far away, was thinking about the old man's words, his way was the way against the sky, what did the old man mean when he said this, could the other party still see through his way?

Thinking about it, the old man's words are not wrong, the body of the five elements is originally a physique that the heavens do not allow to exist, and cultivating in this way is against the sky, but does he have a choice?

In order to save his people and protect the people around him, he had to become stronger, if this is also against the sky, then he will be against the sky!

Anyway, God treats him badly, and it's against him!

Coming back from his thoughts, Lin Xiu bowed deeply to the old man, and then stepped towards the bookcase carrying the ancient books.

He hadn't forgotten the purpose of coming here, which was to find a suitable martial art.

In his eyes, it was a closely arranged ancient book, Lin Xiu's eyes quickly swept over it, and carefully screened the difference in martial arts and the level of each book, wanting to pick out the one he needed the most.

"Xuan-level high-level martial arts, earth element slash, suitable for earth-attribute martial artists"

"Xuan-level high-level martial arts, fire-absorbing palms, suitable for fire-attribute martial artists"

"Ground-level low-level martial arts, Chaos Lotus, long-range attack martial arts"

After carefully browsing the entire row of books in the north, Lin Xiu didn't find what he really wanted, the martial arts placed here are generally at the high-level level, and there are a few low-level martial arts at the ground level, they are indeed very attractive, but what Lin Xiu lacks most now is a set of body martial arts with cultivation speed, facing opponents with higher levels, the Xuan-level intermediate body martial arts "Wind Scroll Decision" can no longer meet his needs.

Therefore, even if he encountered a ground-level martial art, Lin Xiu didn't care about it ruthlessly, but concentrated on finding a body martial art.

In the north row, the search was fruitless, Lin Xiu set his eyes on the bookcases in the middle rows, and after a big sweep, Lin Xiu finally found a few self-law martial arts, but unfortunately, these self-law martial arts were not much stronger than his current wind scroll, and they could not meet his expectations at all.

The search continued, but Lin Xiu's brows furrowed more and more, until the last search for the last martial art, Lin Xiu still did not find the target he wanted.

In Lin Xiu's heart, a huge sense of loss rose.

To be honest, the ground-level low-level martial arts are indeed attractive, but now that he has the Ten Thousand Wood Tablet, it doesn't make much sense to have one more, and except for a few ground-level martial arts that can enter his eyes, how can he have the body martial arts he wants.

Standing in front of the last ancient book, Lin Xiu's heart was extremely entangled.

In the current situation, it is impossible to choose a suitable body martial art, so is it enough to choose a local-level martial art?

This is quite different from Lin Xiu's original idea.

"Young man, when the hour comes, if you can't find a suitable martial art here, it can only mean that there is no chance for you here, martial arts are at ease in the hearts of the people, and everything cannot be forced. ”

When Lin Xiu frowned and was entangled, the old man who was blind before said indifferently and reminded.

Hearing this, Lin Xiu's gaze turned and fell on the old man, and his frowning brows couldn't help but deepen a little.

"Thank you for the reminder. ”

After struggling for a long time, Lin Xiu's brows finally relaxed, as the old man said, everything can't be forced, without his opportunity here, no matter how entangled it is, it is useless.

Randomly picking up a local-level low-level martial art, Lin Xiu turned around and walked out, but at this time, the old man got up, walked to the bookcase like a normal person, put the ancient books in his hand on the bookshelf, and then picked up a book next to him, sat on the stone chair, and continued to cultivate his "Heart Dao".

However, Lin Xiu's gaze, which was still a little casual a moment ago, suddenly condensed at the moment when the old man put down the ancient book in his hand, and his black eyes were exceptionally bright.

"Thunder Trick!"

Lin Xiu clearly caught a glimpse of the three slightly blurred big characters on the cover of the yellowed ancient book.

As he muttered to himself, a burst of joy rose in his heart!