The Right Protector of the Demon Sect is reborn

After returning from the burial ground, Lou Xinzhou went straight to Luan Qing's bookstore.

Zhengyin and Huo Sui were helpless about the difference between life and death, which made her even more afraid of the end of Qi Yuan's life. Although the Xuanmu Pearl and the Four Elephant Flowers had been given to the master, these life-extending spiritual treasures were unknown to them. She felt uneasy about how much effect it could have, and her heart was in a state of confusion.

She has to work harder.

At noon, Qi Yuan sent her several sword manuals. She glanced at them a few times and found that they were no different from those she had practiced in her previous life. She had already engraved those moves and techniques into her heart. What needed to be improved now was the strength of her body. And her ability to react consciously to sword moves would be greatly improved by learning new sword skills, so she planned to go to the bookstore to have a look.

Lou Xinzhou remembered the location of the book pavilion and walked quickly. He soon reached his destination. At a glance, the book pavilion was brightly lit, which was particularly eye-catching in the night.

When you push the door open and go in, you will see bookcases several meters high arranged in two circles inside and outside, with a hundred square meters of space in the middle, neatly filled with tables and seats. No matter how late the time is, the seats are always full. The bookcase is divided into nine floors in total. The circle formed by the bookcases becomes smaller as you go up. As the floors increase, the degree of obscurity and antiquity of the books also increases. Therefore, the most people reading and looking for books are on the first three floors, almost all walking. You can meet someone within a few steps. The number of people on the fourth to sixth floors gradually decreases, and there is no one on the seventh floor.

Different from the dead silence in Zhenjianfeng Bookstore, this place is particularly lively. White auras are everywhere in the bookstore, floating leisurely and whispering in a low voice. They are some elves imaginary by the bookkeeper. Specially designed to guide people looking for books.

Lou Xinzhou went straight to the registration office. When the steward of the library saw a direct disciple in a gold-rimmed white robe, his eyes widened, his legs kicked up, and he immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Why did Junior Sister Lou come to the bookstore in person? If you want any books, just send a message and we will send someone to deliver them to you."

"Manager Liu, I want to find some new sword manuals."

Lou Xinzhou glanced at the wooden name tag on his waist and said.

It's just that the direct disciple in front of him looked too young. After listening to Lou Xinzhou's words, Manager Liu was obviously stunned for a moment before he realized that this newly arrived genius had the cultivation level of Jin Dan and it was time to practice sword practice. .

"Oh, okay, the elementary sword manuals are all suitable for opening swords. Junior Sister Lou, please go to the third level."

Manager Liu reacted quickly and was about to turn around to get the corresponding floor key for Lou Xinzhou, but he was caught off guard by this genius who looked less than ten years old and grabbed his sleeve.

"No trouble, just give me the key to the seventh floor."

"?!"

Manager Liu was really shocked. Although only the ninth level required the Peak Master's warrant, and the rest were open to Luan Qing's disciples, perhaps it was because starting from the seventh level, the books inside suddenly became obscure and difficult to understand, so the seventh level No one goes to the upper floors on weekdays.

Can a child really understand those books that even the inner disciples who are over a hundred years old cannot understand?

"Manager Liu, the key."

Lou Xinzhou actually knew that his appeal was extremely inconsistent with his appearance. When he saw the steward froze on the spot, he softly reminded him.

The steward came to his senses instantly, hurriedly took the key to the seventh floor, gave it to Lou Xinzhou, and explained.

"No one has been to the seventh floor for a long time. I forgot where I put my keys just now." I definitely don't mean to look down on you.

Naturally, the latter sentence was not spoken.

"..."

Lou Xinzhou took the key and heard Manager Liu's panicked and poor excuse. He glanced at him and replied calmly, "It's okay."

That's weird, does it look like she's having a hard time talking?

Lou Xinzhou stretched out his hand and touched his face. His hands were smooth and white. It was an unfamiliar feel, but it was smooth and firm.

Okay, maybe because I was in a bad mood, I forgot to maintain the persona of a twelve-year-old innocent and well-behaved junior sister.

But she couldn't care about these things. Lou Xinzhou came to a white teleportation array and inserted the key into the corresponding hole. The white light flashed, but as soon as she closed and opened her eyes, she reached the seventh floor.

It is indeed like what Manager Liu said, no one has come up to the seventh floor for a long time.

The book floor where many disciples move around usually requires the stewards of the bookstore to sort it out every day, because there will always be disciples who put the books in the wrong place when they put them back. As for the seventh floor, the bookcases are full of ancient books. Although there is no dust, But the books were placed neatly one after another, and there was no sign that anyone had turned them over.

It seems that no one likes ancient books very much, but compared to those newly written books nowadays, Lou Xinzhou still trusts ancient books more. After all, ancient times were a time when geniuses were everywhere.

Lou Xinzhou stepped forward and started searching around the bookcase. The sun shone through the skylight. She read each book one by one, and finally stopped in front of a book that was too thin to be a book. The book quietly Lying on a pile of ancient books that were at least two fingers thick, with only a few pages pieced together, it felt a bit out of place.

"Lianxuhuashen?"

Lou Xinzhou read out the title of the ancient book softly, and then turned to the first page. I saw some yellowed pages with written characters running like dragons and snakes, a murderous aura rushing towards my face, and a famous song stem on the lower right.

"It turned out to be that senior."

Lou Xinzhou was slightly surprised. She still remembered clearly what she had seen with Tinglan that day. The two talented teenagers forged the earth-level spiritual sword for the first time, but behind them were the swords, fire, shadows, and the consuming flames.

It's really hard to say what fate is like.

Lou Xinzhou continued to flip down.

"A pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are calm..."

She had seen that man's arrogance and madness, but she didn't expect that the beginning of this sword manual was about meditation.

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Lou Xinzhou borrowed the book back. There were not many words in the book, only ten thousand words in total, but each one had its own profound meaning. She had read through it all night, but she could only roughly understand the first page of the book.

However, it is very strange that this book is clearly a sword manual, but there is no mention of swords in any word, let alone sword skills.

"Well."

Lou Xinzhou really couldn't understand it. Unfortunately, Chaos had already fallen into a deep sleep when he left the secret realm. Shao Yunfan was also ordered by Qi Yuan to go into seclusion to consolidate his cultivation after the incident. There was no one to ask for advice at the moment, so Lou Xinzhou had to give up. Put the book aside for now.

It was already dawn, and the moment Lou Xinzhou put down the book, there was a knock on the door of the room, and then the energetic shout of the porcelain doll rang out.

"Junior sister, wake up!"

"..."

God knows she didn't sleep at all.