The gate of Tiandao Pavilion was closed tightly, surrounded by weeds, and was crushed by snow.

The entire pavilion is very dilapidated, without any confusion, whether it is an exterior wall or an inner body, with a shaky look.

It's not that it really seems to collapse, it's just a feeling.

The towers of the Changsheng School are all made of the hardest rocks. When used in the wood, they are also made of iron wood. They are not afraid of corrosion or insect damage. As long as they are not artificially damaged, they rely solely on wind, snow and desolation, even if they are used for another five thousand years, they will not collapse.

Ye Xiong and Youming came to the gate, inserted the key into the hole, and twisted it hard a few times.

Maybe it wasn't turned on for too long, and it took several twists to turn it away.

Before he could enter, a moldy smell rushed out, choking Ye Xiong so that he took a few steps away and covered his nose.

"You wait here, I'll go in and tidy it up before letting you in." Ye Xiong turned around and said to Youming.

"You treat me as a daughter, but I haven't gone anywhere."

Netherworld took the lead in.

Inside the pavilion is a main hall, behind the hall is an inner hall, outside the inner hall is a library, and inside is a storage room.

The main hall and the inner hall are empty and there is nothing. Instead, the library is inside. There are many books on the four walls. At first glance, there are a wide range of books, and there are at least tens of thousands of volumes, which can almost become a library.

"Now people are recorded in the information using the soul simplified script. Who can read books? This lay Buddhist Canghai is really a book-man!" said Youming.

"After coming in, I admire this lay Buddhist in Canghai. In the cultivation of the truth, everyone pursues the rise of their realm. Few people can calm down and read books. This guy is really a book-man." Ye Xiong said.

He walked past the wall, took out a book from the bookshelf, and looked at the written word.

"Introduction to Martial Arts and Spells".

"On Practice the Tao and Cultivating the Mind".

"Introduction to the Sea Star Field of Chaos Stars".

...

"You can even have low-level Qi Refining spells like "Red Flame Technique" and "Earth Spear Technique". "Young Ming said.

"There are also books about introductory cultivation and introductory magic. Most of them are basic books, and there are not even any advanced magical powers and magic. I really admire him. He has collected so many books, what do you want to do?"

Ye Xiong read dozens of books in a row, all of which were introductory books. Most of them were suitable for cultivators in the Qi Refining and Building periods. At least, the magical powers suitable for the Golden Elixir stage are not even a single one like Ye Xiong.

"These books are likely to be carried by the lay Buddhist Canghai since he was a monk. Later, he founded the Eternal Life Sect in Luanxinghai, and then took them out and put them here." Ye Xiong said.

"I think so too. You can clean it here slowly, I'll go back and report it first."

"You go, come and find me when you have time." Ye Xiong nodded.

Youming has returned to Jueqing Pavilion.

Ye Xiong looked around and was about to call Si Ling out and ask them to clean the hygiene here, but when he thought of so many books here, if he didn't clean it himself, he wouldn't know any books. What if there were any good things here?

Thinking of this, Ye Xiong immediately decided to clean the place himself, just to treat it as hiding his strength and maintaining a low profile.

Anyway, he has a lot of time now.

After entering the late stage of the Golden Pill, he will have a period of time to stabilize, and he has not yet been able to enter the spiritual realm to practice, so there is a lot of time.

He walked over, row by row, and began to wake up from the bookshelf above, and read the books on the bookshelf by the way.

I didn't know if I didn't read it, but I was shocked when I saw it. After reading it, Ye Xiong discovered that there were thousands of books in it.

In addition to practicing martial arts, spells, inscriptions, alchemy, puppets, beast control, and various magical powers, there are many other things.

What are astronomy, geography, music, calligraphy and painting, everything is available.

"Hey, the "The Will of the Monk" was cultivated." Ye Xiong was holding a book in his hand and was immediately surprised.

Since seeing the sword intent, Ye Xiong became interested in the will of this monk, because this will is a very powerful motivation. Simply put, it is like the violent state in playing games. When encountering danger, it can produce very great power. If you can learn it, it is also a magical power to protect your body.

He recorded the location of the book and decided to study it carefully after cleaning it.

"wrong……"

Ye Xiong suddenly remembered something strange.

If Mr. Canghai has really read so many books and is a person with a high sentiment, why did the sword intent seem to have a kind of perseverance in it before?

When he broke into the formation, the stronger the more powerful the sword intent was.

But, it's not appreciation, it's more like jealousy.

"I can't, I must be feeling wrong."

Ye Xiong shook his head. The layman Canghai left this sword intent, hoping that one day someone could break it and he could break it himself. The sword intent should be happy, how could he be jealous?

After excluding this idea, Ye Xiong continued to clean.

Suddenly, the key in his pocket flew up automatically and flew towards one of the bookshelfs.

Before he could react, the key was inserted into the cracks in one of the books.

The next moment, on the bookshelf, a box started to bounce.

Ye Xiong was immediately surprised and happy, and quickly flew up and hanged in the air.

After finally breaking through the sword formation, this should be a reward. Maybe there is a legacy left by the lay Buddhist Canghai.

There are two things in the box, one is a green token with the words "Heavenly Way" written on it.

The other one is a martial art "The Art of Heaven".

Ye Xiong took out the jade token and looked at it. He didn't see anything special, so he put it in his arms and took out the "Tao Zhi of Heaven".

After taking it out, he realized that there was only half of the booklet, and the lower half had been torn off.

"What does half of the broken scroll mean?" Ye Xiong flipped through it, and threw the booklet aside.

"The Art of Heaven" may be a treasure for others, but for him, it is not a big deal, and it is still half.

"Mr. Canghai is too stingy. I thought there would be something good. Who knew that it was just such a broken token, and there was nothing else."

Ye Xiong threw the booklet back into the box, closed it, and landed on the ground.

Next, he was about to continue cleaning when suddenly a sound of footsteps came from outside.

"Jiangnan, come out for me." A familiar shout came from outside, and a figure ran in.

The eighth prince Zhuo Wushuang walked in from outside and came directly to Ye Xiong and asked, "Have you obtained the inheritance of Canghai Layman?"

"It should be counted!"

Ye Xiong nodded, if he was talking about the broken box.

"Please offer a price. As long as you can pass on the inheritance of Canghai Jushi to me, I can agree to any request from you." Zhuo Wushuang said.
Chapter completed!