"Yes, my son agreed to let him enter the library to read three-day books." He said, and said: "Our city lord's mansion has more than tens of thousands of books. For three days, let alone read books, it is estimated to be It is also impossible to find out information about Deng Xian Ti."

"I see, you go back first, and I'll talk more about it after I will meet him tomorrow." He waved his hand and told him to leave first.

"Yes." City Lord Ling replied, and then retreated after a salute.

The cave was quiet again. However, the old man who had been sitting cross-legged walked out with his hands behind his hands. He looked outside and muttered, "Feng Jiu?"

In the early morning of the next morning, Feng Jiu got up at dawn, and after a brief meal after washing, he went out and asked the maid to take it to the library.

After passing through the courtyard, she came to the strictly guarded library inside. She rejected the maid and walked forward by herself.The guard who was guarding outside seemed to have been confessed a long time ago. Seeing her approaching, he didn't stop him, but instead helped her push the door open to let her in.

When the door of the building was closed again with a creak, her gaze also fell on the book collection inside. Unexpectedly, as soon as she came in, she saw the stacks of books neatly arranged. The large number made her slightly be surprised.

"Unexpectedly, there are so many books here." She muttered softly as she heard a voice.

"This is the collection of the ancestors of the Ling Mansion for generations. There are tens of thousands of books, which are rare collections outside." An old man's voice came with a hoarse voice.

Feng Jiu turned his head slightly, and saw an old man in grey clothes standing on a chair wiping the books on the shelf.There is an old man here?And she hadn't noticed it just now. If it weren't for him to speak, she wouldn't have felt that there was anyone in it.

Is this old man's cultivation base too high?Is she careless?

"Senior is the management of this library? I don't know, how many years have you been in this library?" She looked at the old man and asked.

The old man, the ancestor of the Ling family, stopped his movements and looked at Feng Jiu who was standing there wearing a red robe. When his eyes fell on her, his eyes moved slightly. A touch of surprise crossed my mind.

It's just that he hid it well, even if he was shrewd like Fengjiu, he didn't notice it.

He retracted his gaze, put down the cloth in his hand, picked up the feather marbles on the side shelf and scanned the books that were out of reach. The old voice slowly came out: "For many years, as for how many years, I can't remember. Cleared."

Hearing this, Feng Jiu stepped forward and asked again: "So I wonder if Senior here has sorted out some books with records about climbing the stairs?"

"Climb the fairy ladder?"

The old man glanced at Feng Jiu again and said meaningfully: "That place is not a place that ordinary monks can go to. You are young, so why do you want to find the fairy ladder?"

"Senior knows about climbing the fairy ladder?"

"I know." The old man got off his chair and said: "On Penglai Xiandao, as long as you are a cultivator of age, you will know more or less."

He walked out slowly, muttering softly: "Climb the fairy ladder, climb the fairy ladder, climb the fairy step by step, one step at a time, the sky on the top of the fairy road, how many years under the ladder..."

Listening to the old man's whisper, watching him walk away slowly, until he disappeared before his eyes, Feng Jiu recovered.