Chapter 89 Beginning of Winter
“Brother, there are so many books, how are we going to find them?”
Tang Jiao faced the endless bookshelves that spread like stairs. And the rows of book spines on the bookshelf, which makes me feel a little dizzy.
The library of Wuweiguan was also the library of Zhenxian Palace. It was too big.
Fu Qingzhou had been to Qianwu Tower in Wandu Mountain before, which contained precious knowledge passed down by the Miao people from generation to generation, but compared with what they saw in front of them at this time, it seemed extremely pitiful.
Even in those big libraries in his previous life, he had never seen so many books.
A simple sentence can describe how many books there are here - this library is the largest building on the mountain, and the several palaces and palaces outside are not as big as it combined.
The bookshelves are carefully classified, including martial arts secrets, magic inheritance, history books, alchemy books, weapon forging, medical books...
Which library is this? It’s obviously a huge database!
Even if you just take a look at the knowledge here, you will never be able to finish it in less than ten years!
And I don’t know if there is any formation blessing in this pavilion. All the books are not too old or too old. Even if there are some yellowed books, they are not excessively corrupted.
Fu Qingzhou calmed down and said: "Since we are choosing martial arts, let's go to the rows of bookshelves on martial arts. You are looking for sword skills, and I am looking for bow skills. First, get all the books on this subject. Turn it over and talk about it later.”
Although his tone was calm, his eyes were full of excitement.
This is the treasure trove that everyone in the world dreams of!
Even if the library here does not contain all the knowledge in the world, it is not far behind. Why do I need to worry about not having anything to learn?
Maybe you can even find the knowledge to break the smoker's curse!
Oh, by the way, Smoker... Why is this guy so quiet today?
While selecting on the bookshelf, Fu Qingzhou asked: "It's time for you to work, help me take a look, which ones are better?"
"Humph." Smoker Leng He responded coldly.
Fu Qingzhou didn't know what kind of temper it had, and was confused: "What's wrong with you?"
"I don't have any hands, so I can't pick." The smoker responded indifferently: "And I don't have eight hundred pairs of eyes, so I can't help you see."
"It's inexplicable..."
Fu Qingzhou didn't know that it was his uncle who threatened it and made it extremely unhappy. He just thought it was because the guy was crazy. If he didn't want to help, then he wouldn't help and just did the work himself.
There are martial arts related to bows and arrows on the bookshelf, but they are much less compared to the martial arts matching other weapons. After all, there are really too few warriors who use this thing as their main weapon.
But the so-called "few" was just compared to others. Fu Qingzhou quickly found more than thirty secret books from the bookshelf.
Tang Jiao on the other side was much tired. The sword is the king of hundreds of weapons. There have been many people practicing swords since ancient times. The various profound sword techniques left behind are as countless as the stars in the night sky.
After Fu Qingzhou finished selecting his own books, he went to help her choose. It took the two of them half an hour to select nearly three hundred swordsmanship secret books.
"Brother, this is too much."
Tang Jiao couldn't laugh or cry: "How can I choose between these?"
"It's okay, I have to be patient." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile: "Generally, these secret books have a general outline at the front. At least we can take a look at it and know what path the sword technique takes. Let's choose slowly."
As he spoke, he opened a book at hand.
Then... stunned.
The handwriting that looked like a dog crawling came into view, and the terrible feeling of reading Yi Ran Jue last night came back again.
“Holy crap, Qing Songzi’s writing!”
He was so shocked that he quickly threw the book aside, picked up another one and opened it.
It’s the familiar word “dog crawling” again.
Cold sweat broke out on Fu Qingzhou’s forehead. No way...
On the other side, Tang Jiao also opened a book, her face changed drastically: "This, this word is so ugly!"
Two Everyone looked at each other and had an extremely ominous premonition. At the same time, they sat on the floor and opened the books they had just picked out one by one.
Ugly words, ugly words, ugly words, ugly words...
They were all written by Qing Songzi!
"I seem to know how that old boy has lived in the mountains for the past thirty years."
Fu Qingzhou clenched his fists and chattered his teeth with hatred: "He's fine Just copy the books, right? It took thirty years to copy all the books in this library!”
No wonder, no wonder the books in this library are not very old, they are all like this. It was newly copied in twenty or thirty years!
Tang Jiao cried sadly: "Brother, how do you choose this? It's hard to understand these words."
"Look again."
Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "I don't believe in this collection of books. All the books in the pavilion have been replaced by this guy!"
As time passed, the faces of the two people who were running back and forth in the pavilion and randomly browsing the bookshelves became increasingly ugly.
After about half an hour, they met again, and both saw despair in each other's eyes.
"This is indeed a big trouble..."
Fu Qingzhou covered his face and murmured: "Is this the feeling of 'No one can enter before the treasure mountain'..."
"Brother!" Tang Jiao looked solemn, pursed her lips and said: "Don't be discouraged, let's copy the book!"
Fu Qingzhou put down the hand covering his face and looked surprised: "What did you say?"
"Copy Book.”
Tang Jiao seemed to have made a huge decision and gritted her teeth and said: "The inheritance of secret books here cannot be too bad. We will copy them one by one. If the copied one is good, we will practice it. If one copy is good, we will practice this one. !”
“If this one is not good, we will copy the next one!”
Fu Qingzhou took a deep breath and calmed down after a while: “You are right, it’s me. We are greedy, there are a lot of books here, but we can’t practice them all. If we bite off more than we can chew, it’s better to master each one.”
The two encouraged each other and read through the secret books they had selected before. Picked it up and carried it back to the small building where they lived.
The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were still on the desk where Fu Qingzhou was copying books in the morning. The two of them each chose a book on bow skills and a book on sword skills. They just polished their ink and copied the books face to face, just like two men making love. Homework students.
Light snow gradually began to fall outside the window, and the light snow turned into heavy snow. The sea of clouds outside the mountains was billowing, and the wind was howling.
The snow on the eaves of the green tiles gradually thickens, and the statue in front of the mountain gate has a white hood draped on its shoulders.
A dry and hoarse singing voice could be heard faintly in the mountains. The singing voice was low and joyful, more like the mumblings of an old man after drinking.
"The peaks are covered with white waves reflecting the clear snow, and the towers are crystal clear in jade pots."
"The sword dances in the long wind and chases the cloud dream, and the old friends are scattered in the sky."
"Everything in the world is extinguished like an altar of smoke, and all the rivers and mountains are covered with pillows and cages."
"Walking and chanting are intoxicating with the mountains and rivers, and I am proud of the living and the dead. The people are not finished yet..."
"The people are not finished yet... ...Hahahaha..."
The singing blended into the wind and snow, and fell away like a night dream.
On this day, in the 16th year of Qianhao's reign in Dayan, the year is Jiazi, the beginning of winter, the stems and branches are commemorated, Guisi, it is suitable for planting and worshiping, and it is forbidden to break the ground.
(Volume 1, end)
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