"Yes, my son agreed to let him go into the library to read for three days." He added, "There are more than tens of thousands of books in our City Lord's Mansion. In three days, he can't even read any books, let alone find any information about the Heavenly Ladder."
"I understand. You go back first. I'll tell you the details after I meet him tomorrow." He waved his hand, signaling him to leave first.
"Yes." City Lord Ling responded, bowed and then retreated.
The cave was quiet again, but the old man who was sitting cross-legged came out with his hands behind his back, looking outside, and whispered, "Feng Jiu?"
The next morning, Fengjiu got up at daybreak, washed up, ate something simple, and went out, letting her maid take her to the library.
After passing through many courtyards, she arrived at the strictly guarded library. She dismissed the maid and walked in alone. The guards outside seemed to have been instructed long ago, and when they saw her approaching, they did not stop her, but helped her push open the door and let her in.
When the door creaked shut again, her eyes fell on the books inside. Unexpectedly, as soon as she came in, she saw layers of books neatly arranged. The large number of books surprised her a little.
"I didn't expect there are so many books here." She murmured softly, and then a voice came.
"Here are the collections of the Ling family from generation to generation. There are tens of thousands of books, all of which are rare treasures outside." An old man's voice came with a hoarseness.
Feng Jiu turned her head slightly and saw an old man in gray standing on a chair wiping the books on the bookshelf. There was an old man here? And she didn't notice it just now. If he hadn't spoken, she wouldn't have felt that there was someone here.
Was it because the old man's cultivation was too high? Or was she careless
"Senior, you are the manager of this library, right? I wonder how many years you have been working in this library?" She asked the old man.
The old man, the ancestor of the Ling family, stopped what he was doing and looked at Feng Jiu who was standing there in a red robe. When his eyes fell on her, his eyes moved slightly and a hint of surprise flashed across his heart.
But he hid it very well, and even someone as smart as Fengjiu didn't notice it.
He retracted his gaze, put down the cloth in his hand, picked up the feather marbles on the shelf beside him and swept the books that were out of reach. An old voice came out slowly: "Many years have passed. As for how many years, I can't remember clearly."
Hearing this, Fengjiu stepped forward and asked again, "Then I wonder if the senior has compiled some books that record the events of climbing the Heavenly Ladder?"
"Climb the ladder?"
The old man looked at Fengjiu again and said meaningfully, "That place is not accessible to ordinary cultivators. You are so young, why do you want to find the ladder to immortality?"
"Senior, do you know the ladder to immortality?"
"Yes." The old man got down from the chair and said, "Here in Penglai Fairy Island, any cultivator who is older will know something about it."
He walked out slowly, muttering softly: "Climbing the Immortal Ladder, Climbing the Immortal Ladder, one step up to the immortal, one step down to emptiness, the top of the immortal road is the heaven beyond heaven, the ladder leads to the human world for many years..."