Moonlight and wind

Shan Zimo came to the third floor of Linglong Tower. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a wall full of ancient books!

"I was right at first glance! There really are ancient martial arts books in this exquisite tower!" Shan Zimo's eyes almost popped out of his head, and his hands were not idle. He picked up a book and flipped through it. He frowned while reading, and simply threw it back, "What? I don't understand!"

"Kid, be careful with it! Otherwise your father won't let you in! There are so many things here that you can't eat!" Master Zhiye gently tapped Shan Zimo's head.

"Why can't I understand this ancient martial arts book?" Shan Zimo was very confused.

"Do you think this is a book that can be written at a glance?" Master Zhiye rolled his eyes at him. "You need wisdom to understand the mysteries in it and comprehend the true meaning of martial arts!"

"According to what you said, this ancient martial arts book still needs to find someone who is destined to learn it?" Shan Zimo muttered with a pout.

"Don't tell me, it's really like this!"

"When I have time, I will read through all the ancient martial arts books here, just in case I find one that I like!"

"Bai Yu, go back and tell the hall master that he made the right decision not to let Zimo enter the tower!"

The three of them left the third floor where the ancient martial arts books were stored and continued to walk towards the fourth floor of the tower. Undoubtedly, another door appeared.

Master Zhiye happily took out the lock, as if picking the lock was quite interesting to him.

"Is there no lock that you can't open?" Shan Zimo clasped his hands in front of his chest, watching an old man bending over and happily picking the lock.

"I haven't encountered it yet!" Master Zhiye said this with great pride!

"So, how many doors did you use to practice this skill?"

"Let me put it this way. This stick," Master Zhiye held up the finger-length stick in his hand, "used to be one foot long!"

The three of them walked into the fourth floor, and the lights were even brighter! Shan Zimo blinked his eyes before he got used to it. When he saw clearly, he was stunned!

This is simply an arsenal of weapons! Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, hooks, spikes, everything!

Shan Zimo walked over and touched a Qinglong halberd standing beside him. At that moment, Shan Zimo saw a circle of golden light appearing on the Qinglong halberd, wrapping it inside.

"Master! What is this?" Shan Zimo asked hurriedly.

"Oh, that's the power of the halberd!" Master Zhiye's eyes lit up, "Just like your sword energy, this is the might and sharpness emanating from this Qinglong Halberd. When it merges with its owner, if the owner happens to be a brave general, they will unleash even more amazing momentum and power!"

"Oh, I see. It's enchanted!" Shan Zimo smiled crookedly.

"Where do these weapons come from?" Shan Zimo asked.

"Some were given to us by others," Shan Boyu replied, "some were left behind by those who came to challenge the sect and were defeated, some were found by the hall master when he was young, and some..."

Before Shan Boyu could finish, Master Zhiye said proudly, "This part was also created by me!"

"So the Fenglei Sword is right here?" Shan Zimo was a little excited.

"Young Master, it's right there!" Shan Boyu hurriedly came to Shan Zimo's rescue.

The three of them came to an inconspicuous cabinet, where an extremely ordinary knife with no special effects lay quietly.

Shan Zimo reached out and picked up Feng Hu, "This is indeed lighter than the Frost Snow Dragon Song Blade!"

"When I was forging the Moyuan Gold Stone, it suddenly cracked into two pieces, one large and one small. At that time, I was wondering if this was destined to forge a pair of Yin-Yang swords, or a pair of Dragon-Phoenix swords?" Master Zhiye recalled, "Sure enough, in the end, a pair of Dragon-Phoenix swords were forged!"

Shan Zimo pulled the Feng Ge Knife out of the scabbard, and a phoenix appeared on the blade, and there seemed to be a sound of a phoenix.

At this moment, in the weapon bag behind Shan Boyu, Shan Zimo's Frost Snow Dragon Roar Sword also made a dragon roar!

"Could this be..." Master Zhiye suddenly frowned, "I'm afraid I'm wrong!"

"Master, what's wrong?"

"I have always thought that this Feng Kui Knife belonged to the little girl Zi Jing, but now it seems that this is not the case! I am afraid that the owner of this knife will have a very close relationship with the young master in the future!"

"Ah? Could this Fengwei Knife belong to the young master's wife in the future?" Shan Boyu said in surprise, "Then it must be Princess Jinyu? But she has no martial arts power! Could it be..." Shan Boyu looked at Shan Zimo with a clear expression, "Young master, you must keep yourself clean!"

"What are you thinking about every day!" Shan Zimo slapped Shan Boyu on the head, "I'll make sure you have a pure Yang body all day long! Keep yourself clean!"

"Okay, okay, everything is still to be studied! No rush, Zijing's baby will have to wait two years before the master recognition ceremony can be held!" Master Zhiye quickly pulled the two people who were fighting apart. "Okay, you've seen everything you wanted to see, can you leave now?"

"Master, isn't there another layer above?" Shan Zimo looked up.

"There's nothing to see there!" Master Zhiye planned to leave.

"Master, since we are here, let's go up and take a look!" Shan Zimo did not give up, and pulled Master Zhiye up to continue climbing the stairs. Without thinking, another door appeared.

Shan Zimo stood by the door, waiting expectantly for Master Zhiye to show off his lock-picking skills again, but this time Master Zhiye took no action.

"Come on, Master, show me!" Shan Zimo stretched out his hand and asked the master to pick the lock, but the master waved his hand.

"can not open!"

"Ah? There is still a lock that you, Master, can't open?" Shan Zimo was trying to provoke Master Zhiye to pick the lock.

"Don't bother, I really can't open this lock!"

"Why?" Shan Zimo was puzzled.

"Because your thief father was afraid that I would pick the lock, he asked me to make a lock that I can't open, and there is only one key!" After hearing this, the three of them were deflated.

"What treasure is hidden in this floor?" Shan Zimo asked Shan Boyu.

"The sect's treasure - the dragon scale jade pendant!"

"What's so magical about a jade pendant? Why do you have to hide it as a treasure?"

"That's a long story. We'll talk about it later when we have a chance! I've gone back. You didn't give me a break all day!" Master Zhiye stretched and ran down the Linglong Tower.

"If you stop talking halfway like this, you'll easily be scolded by your readers!" Shan Zimo shouted as he stood down the stairs.

"The legend of this dragon scale jade pendant is related to the founding of the sect by the hall master. By the way, Ziyun often tells stories about this matter. If you want to know, you can go ask him!"

"We can't get in anyway, so what are we waiting for? It happens that our son Yun is guarding the tower, let's go down and find him!"

"Ziyun," Shan Zimo walked down from upstairs.

"Young Master, are you done with your tour?" Ziyun asked with a playful look on his face.

"I heard you're good at storytelling, why don't you tell me a story about how the hall master founded his sect?"

"Don't listen to Bai Yu's nonsense, I made it up. I earned a few coppers in town to buy the young master some candied haws. It's good enough that the hall master didn't blame me. The young master wants me to spread nonsense in the sect. No way, no way!"

"Even if you make up stories, you have to have an outline, right? It can't be all fake?" Shan Zimo still didn't give up.

"What tank?"

"It's the summary of the story in your storybook. There must be one, right?"

"Young Master, are you talking about the history of your sect?"

"That's right!"

"It's just behind this tower!"