The layout of the tenth floor of the Book Tower is similar to that of the other nine floors.

Here, there is not only a bookshelves with rubbings of jade slips, but also a treasure rack full of boxes and a weapon rack with weapons. Yang Jingzhenjun followed Pei Ye to the tenth floor, and his eyes swept over the spiritual sword on the weapon rack on the left, adding a little invisible sadness in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Yang Jing, do you think this is the handwriting of the senior brother in charge?"

There are "catalogs" that are convenient to read at the entrance of each floor of the Book Tower. These catalogs will not only record in detail the book entered by each jade slip, but also record how many times the jade slip has been read, how many times the remaining number of times and the identity of the disciples who read each time.

Pei Ye skillfully called out the catalog and found that his handwriting looked familiar.

Yang Jingzhenjun's emotions were interrupted by her and she rolled her eyes in anger: "On the tenth floor, only the head of the sect or the pass-through jade order allowed by the head, can only come in. The treasures of the book collection here are all the contemporary heads responsible for cleaning up the records, so naturally they are the handwriting of the senior brother of the head."

Pei Ye: "Treasures? Speaking of which, I'm a little curious, why do you still have treasures in the library tower? Shouldn't treasures be placed in the arsenal or somewhere else?"

Zhenjun Yang Jing took a few incense sticks from the shrine on the right and lit it: "The treasures here are different. They are the natal magic weapons of each leader, elder or lord of each peak after his death. In a sense, the tenth floor of the Book Tower is the ancestral hall where Lingji Sect worships his ancestors and sects."

There are indeed many precious practice techniques, secret collections of books, and strange ancient rumored secret medicines on the tenth level. Any book can cause competition, but they are not the most important ones. The most important ones are those natal magic weapons that sleep forever as the master falls.

After hearing this, Pei Ye also learned from Yang Jing to get incense and burn incense.

When Master Yang Jingzhen saw her following him, he also burned incense on the spiritual sword on the weapon stand on the left, his expression was twisted and ferocious for a moment, and the aura around him began to become unstable. Pei Ye noticed keenly that she and the little paper man on her shoulders turned their heads to look at Master Yang Jingzhenzhen.

It just happened to capture the latter's expression that had not yet been able to restrain himself.

Pei Ye paused his hand and whispered guiltyly: "That... I wasn't it wrong, right?"

"You're right, I'm just..." Yang Jingzhenjun's voice was hard, he took a deep breath, suppressing the violent and impulse in his heart, "...I just can't adapt to the fragrance on your face... I just want to beat you to death..."

Pei Ye looked at the spirit sword on the weapon stand with a confused look on his face.

The sword sheath is all green, and the orchid and Lingji Sect's emblem are carved at the scabbard and the sword hilt. The sword hilt is also hung with faded red sword spikes. Pei Ye's eyes swept over the sword spike, but found that the sword spikes were actually the pattern of Knocking the Fairy Peak, which was very similar to the sword spikes pendant on her waist.

Could it be that the owner of the Spirit Sword was once the master of Kouxian Peak?

Just as she secretly speculated, Zhenjun Yang Jing said, "Master."

"Master, Master?"

"Um."

Isn’t that the previous head of Lingji Sect, whose death is suspected to be related to the original owner Xiaobao?

Pei Ye didn't know the grudges and hatred behind him, so he chose to be silent.

The two quietly incense the other seniors.

A sixteen-year-old naughty child always has strong curiosity. The magic weapons on the weapon stand cannot be desecrated, but the spiritual wood box on the Duobao stand will never be a crime, right?

Zhenjun Yang Jing discovered her small movements and did not make a sound to stop her, but turned a blind eye.

Or rather, he was still testing Pei Ye, wanting to see what she wanted to do and what she wanted, so he chose to indulge.

What disappointed him was that Pei Ye was simply curious.

Next to each box is a jade slip that introduces the origin of the contents in the box. They come from various secret realms of cultivation, but no one knows their true purpose. Finally, they are collected on the tenth floor of the Book Tower, waiting for those who are destined to be.

Tsk, it's an old nail house.

When Pei Ye passed by a treasure rack, a hint of throbbing flashed through his heart.

His eyes were forced to be frozen on an ordinary box, as if it had infinite charm to hook her to open it...

Pei Ye opened it and saw that there was only a gray box inside...

What about the dolls here???

She suddenly lost interest and was about to turn around, but the box that had not yet moved suddenly broke out and hit her head.

Pei Ye wanted to avoid it, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and could not move.

"Ao—"

After a moment of resistance, a blood mark was smashed from the forehead, and in an instant, his head buzzed.

The movement here also attracted the attention of Zhenjun Yang Jing.

"What did you do?"

Pei Ye put down his hand covering his forehead, and the palm of his hand was covered with dazzling blood. He said angrily: "What did I do? Didn't you see your eyes? Damn, it hurts so much... it's bleeding..."

Zhenjun Yang Jing looked at the gray box on the ground and frowned slightly.

He knew very well what was on the tenth floor, including the box contained in this box.

An old object discovered by a certain sect leader at an ancient sect site and said what kind of magical artifact it was.

If it weren't for the sect leader brought it back, it would probably be taken to the corner of the table instead of putting it on the Duobao shelf to accumulate dust.

but--

How could it suddenly make a mess and hit "Senior Brother Bao" on the forehead???

Looking at the "Senior Brother Bao" squatting on the ground and holding his head, Zhenjun Yang Jing made a gesture to write to the leader and asked him to come to the tenth floor.

The head of Yang Wei came over and carried a Yutan.

Pei Ye was sitting with a pale face, with a dazed expression, and a tourniquet bandage on his forehead.

"Young Brother Bao is feeling uncomfortable now?"

The things on Duobao shelf are not all fun.

You should know that most of them come from the secret realm of cultivation, which is mainly based on the tombs of powerful people.

Is there a ray of spiritual consciousness attached to these things?

If you accidentally, you might not get the benefits, and your body will be taken over by the old guy...

Yutan sighed and took the pulse of the troubled "Senior Brother Bao" and said, "There are no other problems except for excessive blood loss and a slight blood deficiency."

Pei Ye finally came to his senses and asked blankly: "Junior Brother Yutan, do you have any painkillers?"

"Pain relief? The forehead wound still hurts?"

"It's not that my forehead hurts, but my brain hurts. Here..." She pointed to her brain, "There is a thing I don't know what it is, and I keep clamoring to recognize my master..."

It's so annoying.

After saying that, Pei Ye paused, his expression gradually twisted: "...It told me that it was not a thing, it was a magical artifact and spirit, and he wanted to hold my thighs alive. If I didn't want to accept it, it would jump down from the tenth floor of the Book Tower and show it to me."

Three people: "???"

Could it be that my brain was stumbled???

Pei Ye also felt that he had auditory hallucinations, but the noisy noise in his mind was so clear. After her head was smashed, the thing that claimed to be a magical weapon spirit penetrated her mind. Not only did the sound overwhelm the system, but he also strongly banned the system trying to drive away outsiders.

At this moment, she was crying in her mind, making noises perseveringly.

[Yeah, a kind and kind little fairy, please, you will take me, this poor, weak, homeless, lonely, helpless, lonely, and old and have no support...]
Chapter completed!