Mysterious world: I live forever by hanging up!

At the Lizong Grand Ceremony

Wei Han has stabilized the turbulent situation just by showing up a little.

After Changshengzong climbed to the big backer of Zixiao Holy Land, the millions of disciples were all inexplicably excited and proud, and even the threat of Huoyunzong disappeared completely, without any sense of crisis.

At this point, the Longevity Sect can finally develop safely in Wanxinghai, and Wei Han has become the golden thigh of the entire sect, enough to protect the entire sect from being bullied by outsiders.

After the ceremony, he left in a hurry, only took Xiaoqing and Xiaozi away from the sect, and asked Lu Qingying to take care of Chen Qingdai by the way, and did not interfere with anything else.

The matter of Changshengzong will finally come to an end!

In the future, Wei Han will have a wider world and face more crises, so he doesn't plan to be too close to the original sect, lest he will implicate his master Yu Qingyan and others in the future.

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noon

Wei Han returned to Zixiao Holy Land, and went straight to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion as usual.

The Sutra Pavilion in the Holy Land has been accumulated for tens of thousands of years, and it is more than a hundred times larger than the Changshengzong. When Wei Han came here for the first time, he was almost taken aback. It was actually a space Taoism tool!

From the outside, the Sutra Pavilion is just an inconspicuous nine-story wooden pagoda.

But there is something else inside. It is definitely bigger than an island, and it can accommodate millions of people to read and choose here at the same time.

Wei Han now has no shortage of pills, no shortage of magic treasures and spirit stones, but he has an unparalleled love for this huge collection of books. He has been here every day since he became a teacher.

The old slave Xu Qing still followed him silently.

The figure follows like a shadow, as elusive as a grieving ghost walking in the void.

Wei Han wore the lavender robes of his personal disciples, and all the disciples of the Holy Land who came and went saluted respectfully. Occasionally, some people looked around curiously, obviously wondering when there would be such a personal disciple in the door.

Since the apprenticeship, Wei Han deliberately kept a low profile, and did not hold a grand ceremony for the apprenticeship.

Therefore, it is estimated that the thousands of disciples in the Holy Land know him less than ten fingers.

"Old Xu!" Wei Han stood still in front of the bookshelves of the Sutra Pavilion, ignoring the surprised eyes of the surrounding disciples, and said casually, "This place is extremely safe and there is no need to protect it, you can do whatever you want!"

"The young master doesn't need to pay attention to the old slave."

A gentle smile flashed in Xu Qing's cloudy eyes, and he still stood not far away silently waiting, like a pine and cypress firmly nailed to the ground without moving a bit.

"Um!"

Wei Han nodded and didn't say anything more, just continued to read the book silently.

There is too much information he needs in the Sutra Pavilion in Zixiao Holy Land. From here, he can find countless knowledge, information, various histories of the world of cultivating immortals, and even the exercises of each realm.

He is not in a hurry to read the high-level supernatural powers and sword inheritance.

Instead, he patiently flipped through many low-level classics.

These good things, which were difficult to find in the past, constantly broadened his horizons, and made Wei Han recall and reflect on his own cultivation process, as if he had some deeper understanding.

"It turns out that fire-attribute exercises still have such magical effects. In the past, my manipulation was always rough."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this formation method is a bit interesting, but it only focuses on the method of quick formation?"

"Wonderful, this kind of alchemy technique is something I have never heard of before, and I have never seen it before!"

Wei Han is silent in this mountain of books as if he has found a treasure.

The knowledge of each new tome made him ecstatic.

This is a vast world he has never seen before. The book records the accumulation of the Zixiao Holy Land over tens of thousands of years, and countless talented and brilliant people have left inheritance here.

And he only needs to sit back and enjoy his achievements to learn the hard work of a monk's life. Is there anything more enjoyable in the world than this?

This seems to have no effect on his strength, but the growth in his background is still very exaggerated. Before he knew it, Wei Han's eyes became more calm and wise, as if he could see through all the truths in the world.

The days just passed by like this!

Gradually, Wei Han's reputation spread.

As long as the inner and outer disciples of Zixiao Holy Land step into the Sutra Pavilion, they can see young people wearing the robes of their own disciples, reading books seriously in the basic area, followed by an old slave in the Nascent Soul stage.

This kind of picture, no matter how you look at it, is so weird!

As a result, the reputation of Wei Han's eccentricity quickly spread, and many disciples of the Holy Land also knew that Qingming Peak had an additional personal disciple who behaved strangely, and there were also many voices of ridicule and criticism in the open and in the dark.

Wei Han didn't pay any attention to this.

In this Sutra Pavilion, he can't wait to read and see that the world is old, all kinds of books are allowed to be read by him, and the happiness in them is really not as good as that of outsiders.

After two full months!

Wei Han finally began to dabble in the classics of kendo.

It is rumored that the Zixiao Holy Land started as a sword cultivator. Although the law cultivator is also very powerful, the sword cultivator's classics still occupy a large proportion.

There are a lot of complete sword repair classics that are hard to find in the outside world, here.

The classics collected, created, and treasured by countless disciples of Zixiao Holy Land for tens of thousands of years are absolutely innumerable. They range from ordinary categories such as gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, to time and space, time, space, ice, killing, etc. Every category that comes to mind is covered.

Wei Han looked like a child who had found a new toy again, rummaging through the bookshelves with bright eyes.

However, these inheritances are no longer ordinary books. They require in-depth research to study thoroughly, so Wei Han had to use the system's on-hook function.

"Now I have 30 idle slots, and with the highest 100,000 times krypton gold mode, I can fill up a batch of ordinary kendo classics in about ten days!"

"At the beginning, when the fifth rank advanced to the fourth rank, 32 sword intent fusions were required, and the fourth rank required 64 to advance to the third rank, 128 for the second rank, and 256 for the first rank?"

After careful consideration, Wei Han took a deep breath.

Calculated in this way, wouldn't he have to practice hundreds of kendo classics to promote his sword intent to the first rank? Although I don't know how other sword cultivators attain enlightenment, his path must be extremely exaggerated.

And is there a grade above the first grade?

If Wei Han wanted to create the legendary Chaos Sword Intent, would he have to read thousands or tens of thousands of copies?

"There is a long way to go. Fortunately, there are so many classics in the Holy Land that I can take whatever I want. Otherwise, where would I find so many kendo inheritances?"

"Set a small goal first, brush him for ten or eight years, and gather three to five thousand sword intents before we talk!"

Wei Han smiled sarcasticly, and the corners of his mouth curled up with anticipation.

Since he is an immortal existence, how can he care about wasting time, he has to cultivate the way of swordsmanship to a level that has never been seen before or since before he is willing to do so.

He took a deep breath, continued to immerse himself in front of the bookshelf of the Sutra Pavilion, and began to study day and night.