The first floor of the library is more than a thousand square meters, with rows of bookshelves filled with books.
There are several rows of shelves at the end of the bookshelf, with various weapons placed on them.
Martial arts, body skills, weapons.
This is the heritage of a big family.
Although the ones displayed on the first floor were all ordinary martial arts and body techniques, and the weapons were all ordinary soldiers, they were already shocking enough for Cang Xiaotian.
On one side of the hall on the first floor of the Library Pavilion, there is a simple stone wall with several lines of large characters carved on it.
"For a warrior, body training is the foundation, and martial arts are actually the method of controlling one's strength.
Mysterious martial arts are just empty air if there is no power as the foundation; and if there is power but no method to use it, it is useless."
A paragraph is as casual as a dictation, but it hits the nail on the head and points directly to the true meaning of martial arts.
Cang Xiaotian didn't think anything at first, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that these words contained endless mystery.
As he looked at it, each big character seemed to come alive, pressing straight towards Cang Xiaotian.
"Um?"
Outside the door, the Ninth Elder who was listening to Cang Xiaolong seemed to have noticed something and couldn't help but turn around.
In the library pavilion, Cang Xiaotian stood on the same spot, unable to move at all.
In front of his eyes, it seemed as if thousands of troops were charging toward him.
Conquer mountains and rivers, unrivaled!
Cang Xiaotian watched helplessly as every stroke of the word turned into a sword.
The next moment, countless swords were slashing at his head.
Cang Xiaotian was shocked!
He subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed the handle of the knife. Before he had time to think about it, his strength, which he had mastered in muscle training, exploded and he slashed through it with one strike.
boom!
With a loud noise, Cang Xiaotian flew back and landed on the ground.
If you look carefully, you will see that the simple stone wall not far away stands quietly, and the few lines of large characters are ordinary, as if nothing has happened.
However, Cang Xiaotian has an extra knife in his hand.
It's a very common, even shabby and simple one-handed knife.
"Made of dark iron, with a little bit of star iron incorporated into the blade, it is indestructible. It once had the reputation of being the king of mortal soldiers!"
The ninth elder appeared beside Cang Xiaotian at some unknown time.
"senior?"
Cang Xiaotian turned around and saw that it was the old man who was lying on the rocking chair before.
The Ninth Elder waved his hand: "This sword was used by our ancestor when he was a boy. Later, he abandoned the sword and used a pair of hammers instead.
But I never threw away this knife."
"After our ancestor ascended, he left this sword in the library.
To be able to obtain this sword, Cang Xiaotian, you are blessed with great blessings!"
After saying it in one breath, the shock in the Ninth Elder's heart was still hard to calm down.
Others may not know it, but the Ninth Elder has been in charge for many years and has read numerous books of all kinds, and has a clear understanding of the life experience of Cangyun, the ancestor of the Cang family.
Therefore, he understood how shocking what he saw before him was.
In fact, this was the first time he saw the true face of this knife.
For more than 10,000 years, this knife has been inserted into that ancient stone wall.
The descendants of the Cang family only know that the characters on the stone wall were carved by their ancestors with this knife.
It seems that no one has ever thought of removing it.
Now, this knife is in Cang Xiaotian's hands.
Hearing the words of the Ninth Elder, Cang Xiaotian subconsciously raised the knife in his hand and looked at it.
The knife goes straight forward, wide open and wide.
This point is in line with Cang Xiaotian's nature.
He had never used a weapon before, and he was worried about how to choose. Unexpectedly, this knife chose him.
At this time, the door to the library was pushed open, and two figures appeared at the door.
It was Cang Xiaolong.
"Cang Xiaotian, please choose your tome carefully. Don't force your way into the entrance to the second floor without permission!"
The ninth elder shouted sharply.
Cang Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, bowed his hands, turned around and walked towards the bookshelf inside.
"Don't make it public about getting the ancestor's treasured sword!"
As soon as he took two steps, the message from the Ninth Elder rang in his ears.
Cang Xiaotian kept walking and walked straight towards the martial arts books area.
He understood that this old man was doing it for his own good.
At the door, Cang Xiaolong glanced at the shabby one-handed knife held in Cang Xiaotian's hand from afar, and curled his lips: "You actually chose the weapon first, you really have never seen the world!"
Weapons can be bought with gold coins or made by others.
But martial arts books and body law books are not so easy to obtain.
When ordinary students come to the library, they first choose martial arts books, then body law books, and finally choose a weapon of their choice.
Cang Xiaotian chose a broken knife when he came up, which really makes people feel a bit bumpkin.
Just because he has no money.
The ninth elder ignored Cang Xiaolong and walked out of the library and lay down on the rocking chair again.
There was one sentence he did not explain clearly. Although that sword was once the king of mortal soldiers, after following Cang Yun, the ancestor of the Cang family for many years, that sword was no longer among the ordinary soldiers.
Regarding Cang Xiaolong's ridicule, Cang Xiaotian just pretended not to hear it and went to pick out the classics on his own.
And that petite figure, Cang Xiaolin, after entering the library pavilion, stopped in front of the simple stone wall and looked at it, then walked towards the classics inside.
Like many descendants of the Cang family, she did not see anything unusual in the stone wall.
But Cang Xiaotian flipped through the martial arts books at random, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
Just for a moment, the sword in his hand seemed to resonate with himself.
A set of sword techniques naturally appeared in his mind.
"Taibai Sword Technique"!
While Cang Xiaotian was shocked, he was also quite happy in his heart.
If the prediction is correct, this "Taibai Sword Technique" should have been created by ancestor Cangyun.
However, the ancestor gave up the sword and used the hammer long ago, and this sword technique only has two styles.
"Only two styles?"
Cang Xiaotian muttered secretly.
Thinking back carefully, when he faced the strange phenomenon on the stone wall just now, the knife he made out of desperation was already his first move!
"Go forward indomitably".
This is the name of the first style of "Taibai Sword Technique".
This sword technique is all about momentum.
Cut it down with one knife, move forward bravely, and break all obstacles!
Having just faced countless slashes with swords, Cang Xiaotian naturally understood the mystery of this sword technique.
He vaguely felt that if he practiced this sword technique diligently, he would be enough to deal with the nine-section whip from the masked man last night.
The first style of the sword technique created by the Martial God Cangyun is so powerful. If you master the second style, it is not impossible to defeat or even kill the masked man.
You know, the young genius is just a martial artist.
Without thinking any more, Cang Xiaotian turned around and walked towards the body law books.
After taking the precious sword left by the ancestor and acquiring the sword technique created by him personally, the next most important thing is to choose a movement technique that suits you.
However, after browsing through all the body law books, Cang Xiaotian didn't know which one to choose.
There are really too many books, which makes it a bit confusing.
Finally, he chose a book with a special name.
"Water Walk".
After choosing the classics, Cang Xiaotian was not in a hurry to leave.
He is now like a piece of dry land in desperate need of moisture.
Right now, where is a better place than the Library Pavilion?
Cang Xiaotian was eager to read all kinds of classics in the library.
His level of thinking and vision are also improving rapidly.