Mysterious Old Man (2)

  "You'd better get familiar with the skills of both first, don't be greedy. To combine them, you need to understand both more thoroughly." Xiu pointed out.

  Shen Yan Xiao could only give up and continue to study the books of those cultivators in his hands.

  Just then, a string of footsteps came from the stairs on the second floor.

  Shen Yan Xiao immediately put away the Condensed Light Crystal and also hid in a dark place.

  The old man guarding the tower, holding a crystal lamp, slowly walked up to the dark second floor. He quietly walked to a bookcase and carefully placed a stack of books on it, then turned around and went back downstairs.

  Shen Yan Xiao watched as the old man walked away, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

  In the vast tower of the sorcerer, there is only an old man in charge. He seems to be repairing some books every day, carefully taking care of these books that have not been read for a long time.

  Shen Yan Xiao walked over to where the old man had just put down his book and took down several books that the old man had placed on the bookshelf.

  Some spellbooks and some notebooks.

  Shen Yan Xiao's gaze was quickly drawn to a tattered sheepskin book, on which were clearly recorded notes about the various stages of the path of the magician. Not only did it have detailed combinations of spells, but also noted in detail the individual spells required for each combination.

  This notebook is a timely help for Shen Yanshuo, it's exactly what she needs most now.

  On the last page of the sheepskin book, she saw a line of strong and powerful signature.

  Cloud sorrow.

  It is clear that this notebook was written by a person named Yun Chen himself. Judging from the degree of damage to the sheepskin book, this book has at least 50 or 60 years of history.

  Could it be that old man...

  Shen Yanxiao quickly overturned his own speculation, Xiu had confirmed that the old man's body did not have a single bit of magic or aura, he was just an ordinary old man who couldn't be any more ordinary. If he were a master, it would be impossible for him to not notice their arrival in these few days.

  No matter who this cloud was, but this notebook is very important to Shen Yanshao, she immediately put the sheepskin book into her ring, and quietly left the tower of the technician.

  Just as Shen Yan Xiao's foot had just left, the tower of the Thaumaturge welcomed a rare guest.

  "After all these years, aren't you tired of it?" The guest was a sixty or seventy year old white bearded old man, wearing a white robe that made him look exceptionally noble and elegant. On his aged face, those sharp eyes had a hint of a smile.

  The librarian of the hidden book tower, who had been buried in a pile of books, slowly raised his head, glanced at the guest with a light and casual expression, then lowered his head to continue working on the repair work in his hands.

  "Why are you tired? These are the most precious treasures of a Taoist, I cannot let them be lost in my hands. On the contrary, it's you, President Ouyang Huan Yu of Saint Roland Academy, what brings you to come to me today?"

  The sudden visitor to the tower of the technique was none other than Ouyang Huan Yu, the principal of the renowned Saint Roland Academy and also the most powerful magician in the Dragon Xuan Empire.

  "I just came to see if you're still stubbornly holding on to meaningless things, old man." Ouyang Huan Yu gazed at the empty tower of the Thaumaturge with a soft sigh.

  Once upon a time, this place was also full of talents, but with the decline of the profession of Taoist priests, the Taoist priest division has not recruited a student for decades.