Dao fruit.

The Pan Mansion, the family of poets and books, and the officials and gentry of the past dynasties, of course have their own collection of books.

library.

Qiu Yan's living soul entered this library while wandering, and the first thing that caught his eye was rows of shelves full of various books, many of which were ancient books.In terms of quantity alone, it is much more than the study in Ma's courtyard.

It's no wonder that when Ma Yang came to Qingchang County, it was impossible to move the entire study of Dongdu's hometown, so he only selected a part of it, and the Pan family settled in Qingchang for generations. Books, of course, are numerous.

After two years of familiarization, Qiu Yan already knew clearly that the printing technology in this world is still at the level of engraving and engraving. It is not small, so the price of the book is not low, and most ordinary people mainly copy it by hand.

With a turn of the living soul, the perception expanded, and the information in the scroll appeared in Qiu Yan's mind, which was actually printed on the engraving block.

"I have never read many of the books here. If I can calm down, write them down here, and condense them into a book, I can quickly enrich my soul! It's a pity that this will take too much time, and it may not be possible overnight. Condensing ten books, there are too many variables."

Thinking about it, following the call, Qiu Yan's living soul moved forward slowly, gradually deepening.

With the passage of time, the information captured and fed back by the senses has changed. The books placed on this shelf are no longer engraved and printed, but manuscripts. The paper is withered and yellow, which is obviously old.

Gradually, the voice of calling became more and more intense, and the Zibu bookshelf in the living soul also vibrated more and more violently, and there was a feeling that it was about to be unrestrained and about to fly out of the soul.

at last!

The living soul has reached the innermost part of the library——

This is a seemingly ordinary wall, painted with murals, which is a picture of a school, the man led by Gao Guanbo sits on the head, and below are all concentrated figures.

"This is... the sages are preaching and teaching?"

Looking at the murals and thinking about the origin of the Pan family, Qiu Yan quickly had a guess, and without stopping, he rushed forward and went straight through the wall.

Behind the wall was a hidden compartment, inside which was a roll of bamboo slips.

"Huh? When the ancient kingdoms existed side by side and papermaking was not invented, they used bamboo slips to write and record articles. Could it be..."

As soon as Qiu Yan's living soul entered the dark compartment, before his thoughts changed, there was a rush of momentum to suppress the living soul!

Fortunately, Qiu Yan had only experienced the baptism of the school's literary spirit during the day, so he was prepared for a long time. With a twist of his soul, he could withstand the pressure, and with a tremor, the Zibu bookshelf flew out of his soul, the bookshelf The power of absorption exploded, covering the bamboo slips.

boom!

There was a roar!

Splendid brilliance erupted on the bamboo slips, accompanied by even greater and continuous pressure, the light and shadow were distorted, and it actually produced a kind of artistic conception of Mount Tai overwhelming!

"Well……"

Qiu Yan's living soul was suddenly shrunk and tightened under the pressure, and even the bookshelves that flew out were covered by the heavy pressure, creaking like real objects!

"This scroll of bamboo slips is definitely unusual. My soul here is based on articles, with writing as the bone, and built according to the structure of the sub-collection of classics and history. Zibu was supposed to collect the words of sages and sages. Now it is caused by this bamboo slip. Undoubtedly, it shows that The bamboo slips are related to sages!"

Just when Qiu Yan's thoughts were tumbling, the bamboo slips suddenly "snapped", and a corner was scattered, and the characters were combined into columns, floating out, and rushed towards the Zibu bookshelf with the force of absorption!

"A gentleman said: Learning is not enough. Green is taken from blue, and blue is greener than blue; ice is made of water, but colder than water. Wood straightens the rope, and the worm thinks it is a wheel..."

The words emerged clearly one by one, presenting a strange shape, which was quite different from the current style and structure, and the sentences contained an artistic conception of searching up and down and never stopping.

"This is the Qi Wen of the Qi State among the ancient kingdoms! It is actually "Encouraging Learning", which is an article by Sun Sheng! I didn't expect that the Pan House, which claims to be a disciple of a sage, actually has a collection of sage articles! If I can get this Recording the breath and artistic conception of sages and sages in the scroll bamboo slips and storing them in Zibu’s bookshelf is of great benefit! It’s comparable to studying for ten years by myself!”

In a blink of an eye, a column of characters was pulled and fell into the first layer of the sub-frame to condense into a few bamboo sticks, which were signed and engraved.

As for Qiu Yan's living soul, while resisting the heavy pressure, he concentrated on manipulating the sub bookshelves.

The bookshelves absorb more and more words, and the bamboo sticks in that layer are also formed one by one, connected in series, and gradually become a piece of fragmentary slips.

However, as time went by, Qiu Yan's living soul began to flicker like a lamp, like a candle in a strong wind, which might be blown out by the strong wind at any time.

His mind quickly tensed up, like a bowstring stretched to the extreme!

"Unfortunately, my soul life realm is too low. When encountering such a sacred object, the strength of the earth soul alone will not be able to catch it. I am afraid it will not last long. If there is a physical body beside me..."

suddenly!

With a crisp sound, the entire dark space vibrated, and outside the dark space, the mural trembled, as if it had a spirituality, and a person listening to the lecture on the painting moved slowly.

"Not good! There is still a restriction here, it has been touched!"

At this moment, Qiu Yan's living soul was shrunk even more by the surging force, and was about to condense into a ball, and even the person in the soul felt suffocated.As for the Zibu bookshelves, there are cracks appearing one after another, and there is a posture that is about to fall apart.

"Continue, my soul will be oppressed and solidified by the sage breath on the bamboo slips, and thus be sealed! It's just that at least the first two paragraphs must be collected completely, otherwise the sentence will be difficult to understand, and it will be a failure. Next time, just come back I don't know when it will be, but I have to improve my cultivation after returning, otherwise, if I have the chance, it will be difficult to condense the whole article into my soul..."

Qiu Yan held on with difficulty, and after a breath or two, the living soul had a tendency to condense into pearls, and once it did, it would be imprisoned, making it difficult to move.

at last!

Click!Click!

There was a sound of shattering from the Zibu bookshelf, and it was crumbling. Half of the bamboo slips in the dark compartment had been spread out. The words in the second paragraph of the article manifested, flowed out, and turned into bamboo sticks on the Zibu bookshelf, with inscriptions on them.

"All right!"

As the limit was approaching, Qiu Yan's thoughts turned, Zibu Bookshelf stopped absorbing, and flew back into the soul, followed by a flash of green light in the living soul, divine power exploded, forcing the surrounding pressure away, and then wrapping the living soul As soon as he rushed out, he flew out before the figures on the mural acted, like a ray of light, and after a few turns, he left the library.

At the same time he flew out of the library, two figures soared into the sky in a single courtyard not far from here!

These two people looked weird, one had disheveled hair, the other had a protruding forehead, and the other fell into the air on the roof. They first glanced at the library with doubts in their eyes, then looked back and looked up.

At the same time, Qiu Yan's living soul in flight was also violently shaken, and an extremely dangerous feeling rose in his heart. With a turn of his mind, he realized a little, dispersed the divine power enveloping the living soul, concentrated his perception, and stretched out to the night sky.

In the night sky, under the bright moon.

A cloud of blue light slowly descended, in which karma and luck intertwined, releasing a majestic aura.

Godly!

In the Great Hall of the Underworld of the City God of Yuanning, the gods who had been waiting for many days changed their colors.

The Yuanning City God, who was sitting upright, appeared in the center of the hall with his fists folded and his head bowed.

"Yin Xiao'e, the emperor of Yuanning capital city, has met the city god of Jiannan Road."

The other gods got up one after another and clasped their fists in salute.

Blink!

Above the main hall, the blue light exploded and condensed into a face.

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