Xianji

The rain continued to fall from the sky, and the layers of rain curtains were blown violently by the strong wind, like strips of white gauze floating in the air, and finally hit the ground hastily.

"Ah!" From the window on the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion, Luo Tian looked at the rain beating plantains, and the crabapple trees were ravaged by the wind, green, fat, red and thin, and he really felt sad from his heart.

The kung fu practiced in the previous life was too fierce and domineering, and this body was naturally weak. Even if Luo Tian practiced it forcefully, he might not reach a high level.What frustrates him the most is that almost all of the book collection pavilions that the Luo family regards as life are all secular martial arts, and the cultivation to the extreme is just the innate realm. happy up?

The cold wind mixed with a few traces of cold rain and mist poured into the neck, and the slight chill cheered up Young Master Luo a little.

Sighing again, Luo Tian regained his composure, and climbed up the steps of the fourth floor without hesitation.

The first three floors of Luojia Library Pavilion are open to everyone, and everyone can stay on the first three floors for three days a month.And starting from the fourth floor, except for the Luo family disciples who have recently successfully chosen the sword and recognized their master, they can enter and exit freely once. Anyone who wants to enter at other times must have a pass letter jointly signed by the master and all the elders.

The secret collections of exercises on the fourth floor of Zangshu Pavilion are all the top martial arts of the Luo family. Only elders and above can freely enter, and the rules are extremely strict.As for the legendary fifth floor of the mysterious Library Pavilion, it is said that only a very small number of elders and previous family heads can get a glimpse of the true appearance. It is the supreme holy place in the hearts of the Luo family's children.

"Come here and sign!" Luo Tian had just stepped onto the fourth floor of Zangshu Pavilion when an extremely indifferent old voice came from his ear.

After looking around for a long time, Luo Tian finally found a sleepy old man with a rosy nose sitting behind a small wooden table in a hidden corner.The old man's hair was gray and his eyes were blurred. His round and fat face was half covered by the messy long hair, and a long transparent and bright line at the corner of his mouth was closely connected with the wooden table.

"I'll do it!" Luo Tian was taken aback, it was rare to be able to sleep to such a shocking state of weeping ghosts and gods.

No matter how much he slandered in his heart, Luo Tian walked up to the small wooden table obediently, took a thin yellowed booklet thrown by the old man, and quickly wrote the word 'Luo Tian' on it.

For Luo Tian, ​​the words in this world are not difficult for him at all.At first he thought he had to learn it all over again, and was really annoyed for several days. Later, he realized that the characters in this world were similar to regular script, and Luo Tian almost completely mastered it in just one day.

After Luo Tian finished signing, the old man slammed his head heavily on the small wooden table, and the thread of saliva at the corner of his mouth overlapped with the wooden table again. After a few breaths, the old man's thunderous snoring came.He actually ignored Luo Tian's existence at all.

Shaking his head helplessly, Luo Tian turned and walked away. The old man's kung fu of sleeping with his face was truly a masterpiece.

The bookshelves on the fourth floor of Zangshu Pavilion are much less than those on the first three floors.In the empty hall, there are only five neat rows of bookshelves.

Walking towards the first row of bookshelves, Luo Tian casually picked up a book and flipped through it.

For a moment, in the silent hall, only the sound of Luo Tian turning the pages of the book and the old man's rhythmic snoring complemented each other, forming a strange silence.

In a blink of an eye, two hours passed, and the old man who was sleeping soundly was still snoring like thunder, but Luo Tian stopped turning the pages of the book. Luo Tian, ​​with his hands behind his back, had an extremely hard-to-detect wry smile on his face. Looks preoccupied.In this situation, if it is a middle-aged scholar with a lot of experience and gray temples, or an ascetic monk listening to the rain who has traveled all over the world, it will naturally have a vicissitudes of life.

It's a pity that the Luo Tian in front of him is just a 13-year-old doll, it would be futile to let him behave in a deep way.Being seen by others is even more of a gimmick.

Gradually, the hands behind Luo Tian's back were tightly clenched, gradually turning pale.Although most of the fourth floor of Zangshu Pavilion is better than the first three floors of secret art, there are still no classics that meet Luotian's most basic requirements.

Luo Tian, ​​who was half lonely and half lonely, had no choice but to circle the entire hall in a state of boredom. Unexpectedly, just after reaching the fifth row of bookshelves on the far side, Luo Tian's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly. Go to a stone platform full of cobweb dust.

The stone platform was about four feet high and two feet wide, and there was nothing on it except for a long object covered by thick dust.

Regardless of the expensive brocade clothes on his body, Luo Tian quickly wiped the dust off the surface of the things with his sleeve.Then, an ancient book about three inches thick appeared in front of his eyes. What moved Luo Tian a little was the two ancient seal characters on the cover of the ancient book.

Sword Canon!

Turning to the first page of the sword manual, a frightening force rushed over and disappeared immediately.Then, a few lines of big characters quietly appeared.

"I have ruled the world for hundreds of years, defeated countless strong men, and left the Luo family's sword code to pass on to the world. All descendants of my Luo family can practice it. How much you can learn from this book depends on your chances. Never force it! Remember, remember!"

Luo Tian smiled, although this classic book has some skills, but the ancestors of the Luo family were too careful.Regarding the warning on the front page of the Sword Manual, he didn't take it to heart at all, and continued to read.

Unexpectedly, as Luo Tian kept flipping through the sword tome, there seemed to be a monstrous force in the sword tome that was devouring Luo Tian's consciousness non-stop. This sudden change caused Luo Tian's complexion to change slightly, and he immediately condensed All the spiritual consciousness read it intently.

Soon, Luo Tian read most of the sword manual, and Luo Tian had already memorized the content in it, but the more he read it, the more his spiritual consciousness was consumed by multiples.

In the end, when Luo Tian finished reading the entire sword manual with the last ten or so pages left, Luo Tian's consciousness was finally exhausted.

At this moment, Luo Tian seemed to have a heavy weight in his hands, his arms were trembling non-stop, and finally turned a page dangerously, unable to continue anymore.

Panting heavily, all the strength in Luo Tian's whole body was almost exhausted, gold stars burst out in front of his eyes, his head was extremely dizzy, and he fell to the ground.

And because Luo Tian flipped a page in the sword manual, a piece of silk as thin as a cicada's wing fell down by itself, and it happened to land on the face of Luo Tian who had fainted to the ground.

There are only a few hundred characters on the silk, and on the top, four eye-catching ancient seal characters seem to reveal a golden brilliance.

Purple Lotus Sword Art!

Afterwards, the sword manual seemed to be artificially controlled, and the pages were closed by themselves, returning to their original state.It's as if no one has ever moved.

***

The rosacea-nosed old man, who was snoring like thunder, suddenly raised his head, and looked in the direction of Luo Tian with a horrified expression, completely shocked.

"The sword code was born... The sword code was born... The Luo family can finally get it..."

The voice of the old man muttering to himself was quickly covered by the more irritable wind and rain outside the window.