Hearing someone interrupting, Lin Wannian turned his head and looked in that direction.

The leaders looked unfriendly and said, "Why, is there anything wrong with what I said?"

Lin Wannian looked at Su Xingran and the others, and the others shook their heads.

“I don’t know him.”

"I am looking for trouble on purpose."

So, in Lin's later years, they ignored those people.

When those people saw that they stopped talking, they thought that the words they had said were like hitting cotton and seemed to have no effect. They looked at them for a few seconds and then left.

Wait until they leave.

Li Shu then spoke up: "Those people are sick, we don't know them."

The clothes of the inner sect monks are colored the same way, but in addition to the "Xingyuan Sect" embroidered on them, there is also a yellow word "Ban" embroidered on them to distinguish the monks.

Lin Wannian picked up his sleeves with his fingers and asked: "Will you take a lunch break or go to the library?"

"Of course, I'll go to the library."

So they went from the Personnel Hall to the Library.

There is a monk on duty at the door of the library.

To enter, you need to register your identity token.

"The library is only open from the first to the fifth floor. Floors above the sixth floor are not open. If you force your way in, you will be treated as violating the sect's rules." said the monk on duty.

"good."

After registering, the four of them headed towards their favorite methods of practice.

In his later years, Lin was somewhat familiar with swords, talismans, tools, and formations, but was a little unfamiliar with alchemy, so he filled in alchemy as the direction of cultivation in the sect.

In the alchemy class, in addition to teaching the materials needed for alchemy, the teacher would occasionally provide materials for them to refine according to their choice.

This is quite interesting for Lin in his later years.

There were many books in the pavilion. In his later years, Lin picked up a book on alchemy and read it with great concentration. He would spend an entire afternoon reading it, and after finishing one book, he would start reading another.

There are no classes in the afternoon, so the monks can arrange their time freely. They can use it to take on tasks or stay in the dormitory to concentrate on cultivation.

In addition to practicing, they also want to obtain spirit stones by selling things.

For convenience, they ran down the mountain and rented a house from a farmer at the foot of the mountain. There were four houses in one yard, and those who needed to refine weapons refined weapons, those who needed to set up formations set up formations, and those who needed to practice swordplay practiced swordplay.

Those who need to make elixirs should make elixirs.

The alchemy furnace is very expensive, so Lin plans to ask Su Xingran to make him one in his later years.

Before the alchemy furnace was ready, he taught them how to draw talismans whenever he had time, and then he sold the talismans.

There was lush grass in the yard. A black cat jumped out of the grass with a fat mouse in its mouth. It swung its tail and hopped to the corner of the house to enjoy the food.

Occasionally, there would be sounds of collapse in the house.

night.

The library was empty, not even a monk on duty.

A dark shadow successfully entered the interior of the building and reached the sixth floor, but was stopped by a barrier.

It's a formation.

Lin Wannian looked at the runes on the formation and said "tsk". The runes on the formation were similar to the ones he had seen in Xiangyang Village before. It would take someone who understood the formation to decipher it.

He looked at the dark building.

It seems that there must be something valuable stored in here, which is why this formation was set up.

However, Lin Wannian took out a concealment talisman, used it, walked in, and then walked out. He didn't hear any noise outside, and the formation was still intact.

Lin Wannian walked in and began to look for the banned books of Xingyuan Sect.

After walking around, I found that most of the things on the sixth floor were sect anecdotes and personal autobiographies, some of which were locked with magic.

Lin Wannian came to the seventh floor. As soon as he entered, a smell of stale books came to him.

Few people come here.

He found a very old book, picked it up and opened it.

It turned out to be a record book from a thousand years ago. This event happened in Yuanzhou Continent, a great battle with the Nether Abyss, the demon clan, and the ascenders.

He casually flipped through a few pages, and suddenly his fingers stopped. He stared at the words and looked at one of the names.

Huo Chengnian.