I have many teachers

Chapter 89 Fufeng Academy, the new bookkeeper
Wang Anfeng entered the Library Pavilion of Fufeng Academy without any twists and turns.

Firstly, this era is a prosperous age of martial arts, and the martial arts secret treasures are the core of each faction. Ordinary classics are not valued very much.

Second come.

Fufeng Academy is the tenth collection of books in the world.

The collection of books has always been vacant.

Gu Jianzhang and the others were about to go back to the Academy, so they brought Wang Anfeng to the Library Pavilion of the Academy. They said they would go to the Book Library Pavilion, saying that they would be fine if they wanted to work as a library guard, so they bid farewell to each other. Quite weird, it seems he hesitated to speak.

Wang Anfeng watched them leave, took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and looked at the hundred-foot-tall building in front of him.

The copper bell vibrated with the wind, and the huge and domineering wind could no longer be seen. It may be because at this time, when we went downstairs, the feeling of heaviness became stronger, almost overwhelming. It was not overbearing, but thick, With the vicissitudes and weight of the times.

The young man took a deep breath, his eyes shining brightly.

This is, Fengzilou.

When Peng moved to Nanmingye, the water hit three thousand miles, and the one who swung upward was ninety thousand miles.

Ninety thousand li, then the wind is going down, carrying the blue sky on his back, and then turning Tunan.

The majestic wind under the students of the academy is the countless collections of books in this hundred-foot-tall building.

The tenth collection of books in the world.

The green horse has already been placed in the entrance to the school. Wang Anfeng carried the piano and sword, and slowly pushed open the wooden door. There was no decoration in the tall and majestic Fengzi Building. The walls on all four sides looked like bookshelves. Various books from thousands of years are densely arranged.

Throughout the ages, up and down the four directions, all things in the world, ups and downs and chaos, scholars, farmers, businessmen, three religions and nine streams.In addition to the actual martial arts classics, even the books on martial arts by famous experts from various schools are all here.

It is said that the sky above, the place of lower trial, and the people of the middle trial all exist.

On the top of the Fengzi Building, there is a huge pearl, densely covered with jade treasures, forming a picture of the sky and stars, which illuminates the hundreds of feet of the building like daytime. The journey of taking thousands of miles begins with one step, and it also takes "I" as the peak to reach ten thousand and even infinity.

From time to time, you can hear the sound of clothes ripping through the air, and figures in Confucian shirts leap in the air, fetching and returning ancient books under the light of pearls and jade, sometimes lifting their breath lightly, and swirling down the wooden steps. The sleeves of the clothes are flying, almost like a fairy.

"Boy, what are you doing here? Why has this old man never seen your face?"

Wang Anfeng was looking at the scene in the Fengzi Building when an old voice suddenly came from his ears. He turned slightly and saw an old man sitting in the center of the Fengzi Building, on a desk surrounded by piles of people. According to various classics, there is still a distance of nearly a hundred meters, but the voice is like whispering in the ear, and the words are clear. Knowing that this must be a martial arts senior, I dare not neglect, slow down my pace, walk carefully, and clasped my fists softly said:
"I met Mr. Ren."

"Kid Wang Anfeng, I want to try my job as a library guard in the academy..."

The old man looked up at him, but he didn't open his mouth, and a voice came from the young man's ear:
"Have you practiced martial arts?"

The boy nodded and said:

"Practice some."

The old man nodded, turned a page casually, and said:
"Every day after everyone leaves, sweep the wooden steps."

"You can read the books here."

"You can live in the wooden house behind Fengzi Building, and someone will give you money every month."

Wang Anfeng was startled for a moment, and looked up to see nearly ten thousand wooden steps spiraling up, heaving a sigh of relief.

Much more relaxing than imagined.

While thinking about it, the young man's mind diverged, and he thought that if Mr. Ying arranges tasks for himself, he may be burdened with a thousand catties of chains and cannot step on the wooden steps, and every step must be on the seat of Jiugongbu...

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Fufeng Academy recently spread a piece of news.

After being vacant for more than two hundred days, the position of librarian in the school was finally filled again. He was a young man who liked to wear blue clothes, and he looked easy to talk. The young man was sitting cross-legged under a bookshelf, reading an ancient book with great interest.

The young man was comfortable reading, and the students in the academy were also quite excited. The students of the Yin Yang family opened a market overnight, betting on how long this new book collection can last.

There are different opinions, some say three days, some say five days, at most it never exceeds seven days.

Before that, the one who supported the ground the longest was a ninth-rank high-ranking martial artist who swept and swept ten thousand wooden steps every night. , After all, I found the lonely book I wanted, and after writing it down, I said goodbye and left. When I went, my face was pale and my steps were erratic, just like a wild ghost.

It is rumored that after that, he drank with his friends, got drunk, and his friends joked that he was a "sweeping man", and he was beaten violently.

Sober up the next day, I was ashamed, and brought wine and meat to visit.

The friend sighed, the sweeper is just a joke, so why take it seriously.

Fang uttered the word "scattering and sweeping", full of old fists, and beat him again.

Those who come to Fufeng Academy to serve as book collectors are often those who yearn for extinct ancient books, but have no background.

But Mr. Ren and the ten thousand wooden steps guarding the Fengzilou became the last difficulty.

If it is not a warrior, it will not be able to support this huge workload.

Even for warriors, this kind of tedious work is a kind of torture to their minds. They sweep ten thousand wooden steps every day, and search for lonely books to read during the day.

There is not much time to rest or practice martial arts.

In the short term, you can fight with your own body, but as time goes by, it will inevitably damage your foundation.

This matter is a rare adjustment in the calm and unwavering school life. I don’t know how many students have their eyes on this, reciting the sage’s articles in the open, secretly calculating how much money they can earn .

Calling friends and inviting friends, promises where to treat guests after victory is not mentioned, the "military strategy game" launched by military masters and students through gambling is also considered wonderful.

The students of military strategists exploded with great enthusiasm for such "unserious things", 36 tactics, military magical strategies, and various tactics of war were put into battle again and again, and the rigid usages in the past suddenly seemed to be enlightened. They were quite proud of the fact that they caught the slightest bit of gambling. They cheered for each other and celebrated early.

But three days later, there were bursts of screams in the dormitory, like the wailing of a mountain ape, occasionally mixed with gloating laughter.

Five days later, all expressions were solemn.

Seven days later, there are already mourners everywhere.

In Fengzi Building, Wang Anfeng yawned. In Shaolin Temple yesterday, Mr. Ying's training went up to a new level, which made him quite tired.

A soldier boy in red and silver armor walked past him. He seemed to be staying up late, with two big bags under his eyes. He stared straight at him as he passed by. Wang Anfeng was puzzled and nodded with a smile. Put back the ancient books that you have finished reading in your hand, take out a new one, and glance over the list.

"Miscellaneous Contemporary Famous Captures"

In the young man's mind, when he first entered Fufeng City, the rich man said that he was hard-pressed to track down the famous arrester, and his expression turned slightly positive.

Famous arrester Wuxin?

The palm that was about to be put back gave a slight pause and opened the book.

　Thank you for the 600 starting coins of the person fluttering with the wind, the 100 starting coins of the smog killer, and the 100 starting coins of Suigu Taimo, thank you
　　
　
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