I am dying of old age, and I have awakened to the character of longevity.

Xie An felt the voice was familiar. He turned around and saw that it was Chief Steward Lin Yun.

The Chief Steward, as the name suggests, was the leader of all the stewards under the incense master, equivalent to the position of the Vice Incense Master, except without the title.

That gatekeeper obviously knew Lin Yun and immediately showed a flattering smile, "Chief Steward Lin is here."

Lin Yun nodded slightly, took out ten taels of silver, and handed them to the gatekeeper, "Is it alright if I take them to the third floor?"

The gatekeeper accepted the silver and said with a smile, "With Chief Steward Lin as guarantor, of course, it's fine, but the borrowing fee cannot be less."

"That's natural."

Lin Yun dismissed the gatekeeper and then said to Xie An and Zhang Lin, "Follow me."

Compared to the noise on the first and second floors, the third floor was much quieter. There were only a few people to be seen.

Those who were qualified to come here had to be at least the chief stewards under the various incense masters.

Although Xie An had not practiced martial arts, with his health cultivation skill alone, he was already no less than a copper skin realm beginner martial artist. He naturally had little interest in ordinary martial arts.

Soon, Lin Yun led the two to a row of bookshelves, "Take a look for yourselves. Find what you want to learn. You can ask me anytime if you don't understand."

"Thank you, Chief Steward Lin."

Xie An cupped his fist to express his gratitude before going to the bookshelf to look for martial arts manuals.

Half a year ago, Xie An had the idea of practicing martial arts, but due to his lack of money, he had not found an opportunity. Now that he could finally come into contact with martial arts, he was naturally excited.

The collection on the third floor was far less than the two floors below. There were only three bookshelves, and the books placed on them added up to only about a hundred. Xie An simply flipped through a few books, all of which were notes, that is, martial arts insights left by predecessors.

This kind of thing is generally only effective for martial artists who have mastered the basics of martial arts techniques.

For Xie An, a layman who had not even stepped into the gate of martial arts, it was naturally useless.

However, out of his desire for martial arts, Xie An was like a three-year-old child who had just entered kindergarten, full of freshness and curiosity about everything recorded in the notes.

He roughly flipped through a few notes, most of which recorded the experiences and processes of practicing Kung Fu. Since Xie An had not practiced the corresponding martial arts, it seemed uninspiring and like a heavenly book, and he was repeatedly discouraged.

Finally, a note aroused Xie An's interest.

It was written by a swordsman named "Meng Hu," describing Meng Hu's lifelong experience in practicing swordsmanship.

Regardless of his swordsmanship, Meng Hu's life experience aroused Xie An's resonance: This person lost his father at the age of nine and his mother at the age of ten. There was no money left in the family, and he also had a six-year-old younger sister. Life was difficult. In the end, in order to let his sister live, Meng Hu sold himself to bandits.

He fought with the bandits in their den, three years after another... Finally, he waited for an opportunity to become a disciple.

This part was very long.

Rather than being a note on practicing swordsmanship, it was more like an inspirational life story.

Between the lines, Meng Hu revealed his dissatisfaction with real life, and a strong sense of awesomeness came to the fore.

Indeed, Xie An knew that this must have been beautified. Just like a successful person writing his autobiography, he would focus on beautifying the inspirational aspects of the miserable period, showing the successful person's struggle against fate, and finally defeating fate, and so on.

But Xie An felt that those so-called successful people must have been full of hesitation and unease about the future when they were in that kind of environment. It was undeniable that they were indeed superior and eventually stood out from the crowd.

After reading one-third of the notes, Meng Hu began to record what happened after he became a disciple: learning swordsmanship.

Named "Heavy Mountain Saber"!

In order to practice the heavy saber, Meng Hu specially practiced horizontal training for ten years to strengthen his blood and Qi. Then he spent twenty years practicing health cultivation to prolong his blood and Qi, making it lasting and unceasing.

After preparing painstakingly for thirty years, Meng Hu began to practice the Heavy Mountain Saber.

He achieved minor success in three years and major success in five years.

Finally, he broke through the Martial Master realm and made a great name as "Demon Tiger" in the martial world.

Seeing the end, Xie An couldn't help but be moved and secretly admired him: "This Meng Hu is really determined. He prepared for thirty years to practice the saber and finally achieved great success in eight years. Riding and slashing the martial world. It can be regarded as a late bloomer. It's quite similar to my style. Heavy saber... a very heavy saber, which also fits my health cultivation."

Perhaps Xie An had always felt that he should practice the saber, or perhaps he was infected by Meng Hu's will, Xie An developed a strong interest in this "Heavy Mountain Saber Technique."

You must know that Meng Hu not only became a late bloomer but also stepped into the Martial Master realm with the Heavy Mountain Saber.

Breaking through the five barriers and cultivating internal force is considered a Martial Master.

This is a very remarkable achievement.

Although Xie An didn't know much about the martial arts situation in Qingwu County, he thought... there might not be many Martial Masters in the entire Qingwu County. Each Martial Master is a giant who dominates a large county.

Even the county magistrate would have to bow and salute when he saw one.

"Old brother, have you made your choice?"

Zhang Lin came over at this time.

Xie An looked up and found that Zhang Lin was holding a secret manual in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face. He knew that he had already made his choice.

Xie An picked up Meng Hu's notes and said, "Yes, I've chosen."

"Then go report to Chief Steward Lin, and Chief Steward Lin will register the borrowing."

"Okay."

The two handed the notes to Lin Yun respectively.

Lin Yun took the secret manual from Zhang Lin's hand and flipped through it casually, "This breathing technique is indeed suitable for you, strengthening the internal blood and Qi. If you insist on practicing, it can delay the aging of muscles and bones. Are you sure you want to borrow this secret manual?"

Although Lin Yun said so, Xie An noticed a subtle disappointment flashing in his eyes. He estimated that Lin Yun still hoped that Zhang Lin could practice martial arts and have more ambition to strive, rather than just thinking about delaying aging...

After all, Wei Dian was about to die, and if his subordinates didn't work hard and strive, what hope was there?

Zhang Lin was excited and obviously didn't notice Lin Yun's eyes. He said happily, "I'm sure. Please help me, Chief Steward Lin."

Lin Yun didn't say anything after all and nodded, "Okay, I'll help you borrow it."

Then, Lin Yun opened Xie An's notes, and his eyes suddenly showed a bit of surprise, "You want to borrow these notes?"

Xie An was a little uneasy when Lin Yun looked at him, "Yes."

Lin Yun hesitated for a moment and returned the notes to Xie An, sternly warning, "The practice difficulty of this saber technique is too great. It's not suitable for you. Go change to another one. If you don't understand the saber technique, you can ask me."

Xie An became even more uneasy and couldn't help but ask, "Chief Steward Lin, is there something wrong with this saber technique?"

Lin Yun examined Xie An and finally said the reason, "In the entire Tiger Wolf Sect, in the past thirty years, there are only a handful of people who can master the Heavy Mountain Saber Technique. Do you know what kind of person Meng Hu, who wrote these notes, is?"

"Please tell me, Chief Steward Lin." Xie An really didn't know what kind of person Meng Hu was.