Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

In the early morning of the next day, when the sun was just rising, Lei Tiandong once again appeared in front of Zhou Yiqiao's courtyard.

The two of them walked together towards the Lei family's Sutra Collection Pavilion.

Because of yesterday's auction, Zhou Yiqiao was cautious and changed from his usual black clothes to a white robe with silver patterns, looking quite handsome and free.

Lei Tiandong was still wearing a Confucian shirt, half-walking in front of Zhou Yi Bridge, leading the way for him.

Within a quarter of an hour, the two of them arrived in front of a formation shrouded by a sky-filled water curtain.

Lei Tiandong used the identity token on his waist to shine on the formation's light beam. The water curtain dissipated, and a door as high as one person appeared in front of them.

Passing through the water curtain, the two entered a fantasyland, and what they saw was a huge square.

A huge stone tablet stands in the center of the square. The stone tablet is covered with dense runes, as if it records some ancient inheritance.

On both sides of the stone monument, there are two stone statues erected. The carvings are so exquisite and lifelike that they seem to be able to break out of the wall in the next second.

This is the inheritance place of the Lei family.

"This is the statue of the first head of my Lei family and the first ancestor to advance to Nascent Soul."

Lei Tiandong bowed respectfully to the two statues, and then introduced them.

After hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao saluted both statues before continuing to follow Lei Tiandong, bypassing the square and arriving at a tall tower behind it.

The tower is divided into seven floors, tilted toward the ground. Each floor is fixed with nine black iron chains. When viewed from a distance, it gives people a strong and heavy aesthetic feeling.

The strange thing is that when the two entered the tower, all the objects were placed upright without any signs of tilt.

Before Zhou Yiqiao could be surprised, an old man walked towards him.

"Tian Dong boy, if you don't stay in the house to cultivate and return to the ninth level of Qi Refining as soon as possible, why do you have time to come to the Scripture Collection Pavilion?"

"Now that you have restored your spiritual roots, you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and fulfill the expectations of the elders of the Lei family as soon as possible."

The old man with downcast eyebrows looked at Lei Tiandong and said, but did not notice Zhou Yiqiao standing behind him.

"Tian Dong pays homage to the ancestor of Moshan."

Lei Tiandong bowed slightly and bowed respectfully.

"Who is this?"

The old man's eyes glanced at Zhou Yiqiao, his expression serious.

"For the record, Patriarch Mo Shan, this disciple is here under the orders of his uncle."

Lei Tiandong replied respectfully, and then added.

"This is Senior Zhou who saved the Seventh Uncle from the swarm of devouring bees and brought back the purple flame and blue flower for the boy."

After hearing what Lei Tiandong said, the old man suddenly understood and saluted with his hands and fists.

"It turns out that my little friend is Zhou Yiqiao."

"The old Lei Moshan has been guarding this scripture-depositing pavilion for more than a hundred years. He doesn't hear what's going on outside the window. He neglected little friend Zhou and still looked at Haihan."

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao didn't dare to accept the gift and hurriedly turned sideways to return the gift.

"Senior, what you said is serious. I didn't expect that there were so many things involved behind this simple matter. It was just a coincidence."

Lei Moshan had a smile on his face, stroking his gray beard, his eyes flashed, and then he clicked his tongue and said in wonder.

"In just one period and ten years, not only has his cultivation reached the realm of golden elixirs, but he is also proficient in elixirs and weapons. He is truly a proud man of heaven!"

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he just smiled modestly and changed the topic.

"This junior is here with the permission of the Lei family head. I want to get the classics about elixirs and weapons in Yue Zangjing Pavilion. I wonder if the ancestor of Moshan can give permission?"

"Since it's something the head of the family promised, of course there's no problem."

Lei Moshan laughed and agreed readily, then turned to give Lei Tiandong instructions.

"The heavenly movement has caused the pile of books in the Scripture Pavilion to be piled up, making it difficult for non-Lei family members to check it out at will. You should follow Little Friend Zhou and help him check out the classics."

Then Lei Moshan stretched out his old fingers and wrote a character in the air. The character flashed and disappeared into Zhou Yiqiao's body.

"This is my golden rune. With this article, as long as Xiaoyou Zhou is willing, in the next period of time, he can borrow the classics about elixirs and weapons back to the house and study them slowly."

Zhou Yiqiao bowed deeply to Lei Mo Mountain and thanked him, and then followed Lei Tiandong into the Scripture Depository Pavilion.

Inside the Sutra Pavilion, there is a huge and bright night pearl hanging at the four corners, illuminating the Sutra Pavilion like daylight.

Apart from this, there are only rows of neatly arranged wooden shelves in the Sutra Pavilion, with large and small scrolls and jade slips displayed on them.

"Senior, please!"

Lei Tiandong walked aside and said softly.

"it is good."

Zhou Yiqiao nodded, then stepped forward, climbed all the way to the third floor, and selected the classics that suited him to observe and study.

Most of these scrolls are about the experiences and understandings of the immortal seniors regarding elixirs and weapons.

Due to time, the names of your predecessors have long disappeared in the long river of history, but the precious wealth that has remained has always been shining brightly.

Zhou Yiqiao glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness, browsed it roughly, and handed the books he was somewhat interested in into Lei Tiandong's hands.

Among the rows of wooden shelves, there are restrictions attached to each scroll. Only when Lei Tiandong touches the restrictions, Zhou Yiqiao can view all the contents.

The two of them picked and picked like this, spending two hours going back and forth, before they found nearly a hundred books that could help Zhou Yiqiao improve his skills from among the many books on elixirs and weapons on the third floor.

"Let's borrow these for the time being. If we need them again later, I might have to ask little friend Tiandong to accompany me."

Zhou Yiqiao put away the last jade slip he picked, bowed his hand towards Lei Tiandong and said politely.

"There's no need to be so polite. If senior wants to ask for something, just ask. Junior will never refuse."

When Lei Tiandong heard this, he returned the favor with his hand.

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao smiled and said nothing more.

The two returned together and saw Patriarch Mo again on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion. After bowing to say goodbye, they headed towards Zhou Yiqiao's residence.

Looking at Zhou Yiqiao's leaving figure, Lei Moshan narrowed his eyes slightly, stroked his pure white beard, and praised with great satisfaction.

"This boy is extremely talented and has great potential. He is also tough-minded and devoted to hard work. He will definitely become something great in time!"

The light in his eyes flickered, not at all the turbidity that a twilight person should have.

After pondering for a moment, he moved his lips slightly, and the voice was transmitted to Lei Qingfeng, who was a hundred miles away, and gave some instructions. Then he turned around and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​books.

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In the days that followed, Zhou Yiqiao, in addition to the visits from several senior leaders of the Lei family, declined many invitations from branches of the Lei family who wanted to find out more about it, and devoted himself to the study and understanding of classics.

Time flies, and more than half a month flies by.