This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

[Committing a crime in public within the sect, and robbing fellow disciples of their magical weapons and property, awarded 15 points of 'Rebellion Points'...]

in mind.

The prompt from "Anti-Bone Strategy" suddenly sounded. Zhang Xianling smiled and controlled the light under his feet, flying freely with Shen Tu Yu.

Good guy...

It's just highway robbery and plunder, but I can actually get the "rebellion value". It seems that I need to do more of this kind of things in the future!

It’s a sure-fire deal!

Compared to Zhang Xianling's excitement, Shen Tu Yu on the side had a worried look on his face.

I saw this guy slumped on the escaping light, still muttering to himself.

"What should I do? I will definitely be expelled from the sect this time. It's over. It's all over..."

Drooping eyelids.

Zhang Xianling sighed, glanced back at the depressed Shen Tu Yu behind him, and threw something at him.

"Here you go, take it."

I took it subconsciously.

Shen Tu Yu took a closer look and was so frightened that he almost fell off the escaping light.

"This, this is..."

His eyes widened and his nose twitched uncontrollably.

Shen Tu Yu was shocked for a moment. What he was holding in his hand was the storage magic weapon he had just taken from the Feng brothers.

That blood-stained colorful sachet——

"Except for the 'Square Instant Shuttle', I haven't touched anything inside..."

His hands were behind his back.

Zhang Xianling raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully: "To be honest, if it weren't for you, they wouldn't have taken the bait. As the saying goes, whoever sees it gets it. I am the most fair person..."

Smile.

Zhang Xianling said noncommittally, "This thing and the benefits inside it are all yours!"

Caught off guard.

Time seemed to stand still. The two looked at each other for a long time, and the atmosphere became weird.

"Brother, this is not possible..."

My hands were shaking.

Shen Tu Yu was terrified and shook his head, saying, "If I accept these things, the sect will probably tear me into pieces. From now on, I'll never be able to make a name for myself again!"

"Haha, what a joke..."

Narrow your eyes.

Zhang Xianling looked down at the frightened Shen Tuyu and said coldly, "Do you think that if you don't accept these things, you will have a chance to succeed?"

The soul-searching questioning instantly strikes the heart.

All of a sudden.

Like a pile of mud that cannot be lifted up, Shen Tu Yu collapsed completely, his expression becoming desperate and dazed.

As Zhang Xianling said——

For many years, although he has always been a sequence disciple, he has actually been bullied in the "Junzi Hall".

Everyone else has a backer, but Shentu Yu is the only one who is ignored, so he has to do all the dirty work.

In the huge "Wenxin Pavilion", anyone can step on him unscrupulously.

This extremely cowardly life is just a way to survive!

Actually.

Regardless of whether Zhang Xianling injured anyone and stole the treasure today, Shen Tu Yu's treatment and fate would not change.

Dreaming of making a name for yourself in "Junzitang" is simply wishful thinking!

"Those who work too hard will die, and those who are submissive will be punished by heaven..."

Turning his head, he looked at the scorching sun in the clouds ahead.

Zhang Xianling raised his hand slightly, and the golden light under his feet immediately vibrated, slowly lifting Shen Tu Yu up on the spot.

"If you want to win, you have to be ruthless. If you want to stand out, don't always think about leaving yourself a way out. You must repay favors and avenge grudges. If you've been wronged, find a way to get back at them!"

Shortness of breath.

Shen Tu Yu was staggering, his mind already in a mess.

All the injustice and humiliation I had suffered over the years flooded back into my heart like a tide.

"Do you know why they bully you?"

There was a pause.

Zhang Xianling pondered for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "Because you are kind!"

He was startled violently.

Shen Tu Yu stood there in a daze, lowering his head in thought for a long time. Finally, his whole body was trembling, and he gritted his teeth and put the blood-stained brocade bag into his arms.

People who are good are bullied by others, and horses who are good are ridden by others.

The reason why cattle and horses are cattle and horses is because they think that repeated tolerance can be exchanged for fairness and peace.

Although the spiritual stones and cultivation resources in the brocade bag were not many, it was a considerable windfall for the financially strapped Shen Tu Yu.

At the very least, it is enough for him to practice for several months.

There is no doubt that in this world where people eat each other, if you are not strong enough, no one will recognize you no matter how right you are.

Nodding silently.

Zhang Xianling remained silent, mobilizing the true energy in his body and controlling the escape light to continue forward.

Do not know why.

Seeing Shen Tu Yu today always reminds him of his cowardly predecessor.

That's why I wanted to give you a few pointers.

Now Zhang Xianling has revealed the bloody and cruel reality to him.

As for how much he can comprehend and how he will proceed in the future, it all depends on his own luck...

The two of them rode the wind all the way, moving at lightning speed.

It doesn't take a while.

A towering pagoda is clearly visible on the ridge ahead.

Zhang Xianling did not hesitate and flew past in the sky with his escape light.

The two landed steadily on the ground.

Looking up, I saw the ancient and majestic tower, which was made entirely of bluestone. Rows of copper bells were hung on the eaves. When the breeze blew, the bells rang crisply and pleasantly.

It seems to be able to wash away the troubles of the world in an instant and bring peace of mind to people.

"Is this the 'Siku Library'?" Zhang Xianling asked with raised eyebrows.

"good."

Take a deep breath.

Shentu Yu nodded and quickly replied, "The 'Siku Library' is actually a pagoda. Legend has it that it was transformed from a magical weapon of the founder of the 'Junzitang' sect. It contains various classics compiled by the sect's predecessors. In addition to magical skills, there are also calligraphy and paintings and a large amount of documents."

No way...

This pagoda is actually a magical weapon?!

I couldn't help but lift my chin.

Zhang Xianling narrowed his eyes, and the familiar greedy look appeared in his eyes again.

"Brother, please don't do anything stupid!"

He could see what Zhang Xianling was thinking at a glance.

Shen Tu Yu couldn't help but shudder, and hurried forward to advise, "This thing is not as good as the Feng brothers' flying magic weapon. Not to mention us, even if the headmaster himself came, he wouldn't be able to suppress it. After all, it's something left by the ancestor. It can only be shaken by an existence at least in the 'Nascent Soul Realm'. In my humble opinion, it's better for you to avoid trouble!"

He sighed in disappointment.

Zhang Xianling pondered for a moment and knew that what the other party said was not alarmist. Although the thing was good, with his current strength, he could not control it at all.

In desperation, I had to give up for the time being.

"never mind."

Lift up your sleeves.

Zhang Xianling smiled in relief, raised his head and gazed towards the door of the Siku Library, and said in a deep voice, "Come with me and take a look."

"Brother is joking again..."

Scratched the back of his head.

Shen Tu Yu looked embarrassed and shook his head, saying, "This place is a key area of ​​the sect. I am not very knowledgeable and talented, so I am not qualified to enter."

Hear the words.

Zhang Xianling was a little surprised and was about to teach this coward a lesson again.

There was a sudden tremor in front of the pagoda gate, and countless wood chips swarmed out.

next moment--

The wood chips in the sky gathered together and in the blink of an eye formed a tall puppet.

"Brother, do you understand?"

He curled his lips.

Shentu Yu sat down cross-legged on the spot and said with a wry smile, "These are the wooden armored guards guarding the 'Siku Library'. They are extremely powerful. Except for those who have been canonized by the sect master, anyone who dares to trespass into the pagoda will be forcibly suppressed by them."

as predicted.

The tall wooden-armored guard looked at Zhang Xianling, then moved away after a moment.

However, those cold eyes without any emotion were still staring at Shen Tu Yu not far away.

It seemed that if the other party got any closer, this wooden fish lump would cut it into pieces on the spot.

Come to think of it.

After all, "Junzitang" is a legitimate sect of cultivation. If the place where the classics are stored is allowed to enter and exit freely, wouldn't it become a vegetable market?

"In that case, you wait here, I'll be back soon."

Lift up your sleeves.

Zhang Xianling walked straight past the tall wooden armored guards and stepped into the doorway of the "Siku Library".

As soon as I walked in the door.

The faint scent of ink immediately hits your nose, instantly making you feel peaceful.

There were only a few oil lamps burning brightly, and densely packed bookshelves reaching up to the sky.

At first glance, these bookshelves have obviously experienced the baptism of time. The surface has a warm patina, and the corners are full of cobwebs. God knows how long they have been piled here.

Zhang Xianling looked carefully.

Only then did I realize that various scriptures and classics were neatly displayed on each layer of the grille. Just a quick glance revealed that there were probably tens of thousands of books.

Walked back and forth in a circle.

Zhang Xianling pulled out a thick book from the bookshelf, only to find that its surface was covered with dust and it looked no different from an ordinary book.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this?!"

Open it and take a look.

The text fills the entire page, so densely packed that it makes one feel dizzy.

Zhang Xianling was stunned for a moment, his mouth twitching and he lost his temper for a moment.

Under normal circumstances.

All the magical skills passed down are directly engraved on jade slips that contain spiritual essence. One only needs to explore them with spiritual consciousness to obtain all the information contained therein.

This method makes it easy to preserve classics, and there will be no problems even after thousands of years, and it is also more convenient to pass on to future generations.

The only drawback is that it is very expensive, and the jade slips required are very valuable.

Who would have thought.

"Junzitang" has become so poor and destitute, but it is still using traditional written methods to record its inheritance. No wonder it has been in a period of transition.

The key point is that these strange characters are shaped like tadpoles, crooked and very weird, and Zhang Xianling doesn't recognize them at all.

He threw the heavy book aside.

Zhang Xianling gritted his teeth secretly, still not giving up, picked up another book and opened it again.

The result was no surprise—

It's still exactly the same, I can't tell what's going on at all!

"Damn it, this is such a rip-off, what a mess, I can't understand any of it..."

I couldn't help but uttered a curse word.

Zhang Xianling drooped his eyelids, feeling as exhausted as a deflated ball.

Came here with great anticipation.

I didn't expect that I would fail in the end because of illiteracy, and in the end I suffered the loss of being uneducated!

"Hahahaha, this is so funny!"

It's a headache.

An old and hearty laugh suddenly rang beside my ears.

He was startled violently.

Caught off guard, Zhang Xianling immediately looked in the direction of the sound, swung his hand and pointed his sword towards the direction of the sound.

Ss ...

The sharp sword light suddenly stopped.

He was unexpectedly stopped in mid-air by a wrinkled old hand and disappeared in an instant.

Followed by.

The extremely powerful aura was like a whirlwind, instantly enveloping the weak and isolated Zhang Xianling.

"You are such an interesting young man!"

in the corner.

A stout old man sat cross-legged on the bookshelf.

His pale hair was as messy as a haystack, his clothes were ragged, but his feet were bare, and he looked like a beggar wandering around the market.

The weird old man took off a tattered wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and took a big gulp, shaking his head and saying.

"This is a Confucian text left by an ancient sage. Not only you, but there are only a handful of people in the entire Gentlemen's Hall who know it. How cunning is that scoundrel Situ Zhong? He just casually paints a pie in the sky for you youngsters, and you really think it's a great blessing that can satisfy you!"