Among the two guards, one seemed to be relatively majestic and a faint tone.
Lin Xiu took out the waist card that was distributed when he entered the college, and threw it to the guard.
"Go in, come out at the latest hour."
The majestic guard threw back the waist card, and the look was slightly eased, the road.
Lin Xiu nodded, put away the waist card and started to the martial arts hall.
Two quaint and wealthy doors were slowly pushed away by it. Suddenly, a strong book of book scrolls rushed to face. The rows of bookcases were in the eyes, and dense books were placed neatly above the bookcase.
"This is the martial arts hall, and the grade is really different." Lin Xiu's eyes were a bit happy, and he deeply took a deep breath with the air of the book.
In the pace, Lin Xiucai found the position of the northernmost bookcase. He was sitting with a gray hair with a gray hair. The old man was the same as a gray shirt with the same hair color. After the vicissitudes of his vicissitudes, he also engraved the annual wheel of life.
At this time, the old man was holding a yellowish book in his hand, and what strange Lin Xiu was the most strange that the old man's eyes were turning the book, but his eyes were always closed and he had never opened it.
Lin Xiu lowered his steps and slowly went to the old man's not far away, for fear of disturbing each other.
"Young people, one hour is not used to waste."
Just as Lin Xiu's footsteps were just stopped, the old man suddenly spoke, and his slightly hoarse throat did not escape the passage of life.
"Senior, take the liberty disturbance, the juniors are curious about the way of reading ancient books. I wonder if I can teach one or two?"
For this older old man, Lin Xiu performed very humblely, and in fact he also thought about it. At the martial arts pavilion of Huangyangu, the old man who guarded the guard was actually the former master of Zongmen.
Those who read books in this kind of place will definitely not be ordinary people.
Lin Xiu, who was curious about the old man, asked respectfully and euphemistically.
Lin Xiu asked the discourse exit, a smile floated on the old man's face, and then slowly opened the closed eyes.
"Young people, I'm just practicing the way, my heart!"
It was a pair of turbid roads without a hint of body, and some dry and depressed, just like the dry lake in a harsh environment, without a trace of vitality.
"This old man is blind!" Lin Xiu was surprised.
Frozen, Lin Xiu apologized and said: "Senior, sorry, disturbing you to practice."
When the old man heard the words, he shook his head and continued to turn yellowish ancient books. He said: "It's okay, your Tao is the way of the sky, and my way is the way of the sky, how can you disturb?"
After speaking, the old man closed the pair of unsightly eyes and sank into ancient books.
Lin Xiu, who was not far away, was the words of the old man. His Tao was the way to the sky. What does the old man say this mean, can the other party still see his way?
Think about it, the old man's words are not wrong. The body of the five elements is originally the constitution that does not allow existence in the heavens. This way, the cultivation book is to do it against the sky, but does he choose?
In order to understand the savior and protect the people around him, he has to become stronger. If this is a counterattack, then he will go against the sky!
Anyway, God is not good at him, and he has a stool!
Looking back from his own thoughts, Lin Xiu bowed deeply towards the old man, and then stepped towards the bookcase that carried ancient books.
He didn't forget the purpose of coming here, that was to find a suitable martial arts.
Eye is a closely arranged ancient book. Lin Xiu's eyes quickly swept over on it. From it, he seriously identified the differences in each martial arts, the level of the level, and wanted to choose the one he needed most.
Carefully browsed the entire row of books in the north, but Lin Xiu did not find what he really wanted. The martial arts here are generally at the high -level level of the mysterious level.
They are indeed very seductive, but Lin Xiu is the most lacking now is a set of cultivation speed. Facing the higher opponent of the level, the mysterious intermediate body martial arts "Wind Roll" can no longer satisfy him.
Demand.
Therefore, even when I encountered a prefecture -level martial arts, Lin Xiu was ignorant of the heart, but concentrated on finding the body of martial arts.
In the north row, searching for no fruit, Lin Xiu put his eyes on a few rows of bookcases in the middle. After a big sweeping, Lin Xiu finally found a few legal martial arts skills. Unfortunately
The current wind roll is not strong, and he can't meet his expectations at all.
Searching for continuing, Lin Xiu's brows were getting tighter and tighter. Until the last martial arts were searched, Lin Xiu still did not find his favorite goal.
In Lin Xiu's heart, he raised a huge sense of loss.
To be honest, the prefecture -level low -level martial arts is indeed seductive, but now he already has a Wanmu monument, and there is no much significance to make an additional one. In addition to a few instincts, he has entered his eyes.
How can he have the body of martial arts he wants.
Standing in front of the last ancient book, Lin Xiu's heart was tangled.
In the current situation, it is impossible to choose a suitable body martial arts. Is it possible to choose a local martial arts?
This is not small in and out of Lin Xiu's initial thoughts.
"Young people, one hour is here. If you can't find a suitable martial arts here, you can only show that there is no chance of you here.
When Lin Xiu frowned and tangled, the old man who had blind eyes before exported indifferently and reminded.
Wen Yan Xiu turned his eyes and fell on the old man, and his frown could not help but a little deep.
"Thank you for reminding the predecessors."
After tangling for a long time, Lin Xiu's brows finally stretched. Just as the old man said, everything was impossible. There was no chance here, and it was useless to tangle.
Randomly picked up a local low -level martial arts, Lin Xiu turned around and walked out. At this time, the old man got up, as if a normal person walked to the bookcase, put the ancient books in his hand on the bookshelf.
Then he picked up a book next to him, took a stone chair, and continued to cultivate his "heart".
But the moment Lin Xiu also looked slightly at will. The moment the old man put the ancient books in his hands, he suddenly condensed, and the black eyes were particularly bright.
"Thunder!"
Lin Xiu clearly glimpsed the three slightly vague characters on the cover of the yellowing ancient book.
He murmured to talk to himself, rising in his heart for a while!