Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 185

Above the five-storey pavilion, there is a stargazing platform.

A tall slender woman in a lavender skirt with metal ornaments on her forehead, who doesn't look like a native of the Central Plains, is quietly leaning on a railing to look into the distance.

A long skirt, moving with the wind, with its back facing the pavilion behind it.

In the distance, a round of red sun was born, and the clear sky was like washing, which made people feel refreshed.

"Miss Zixuan, Mr. Zhou has returned to the academy."

The servant on duty stepped forward respectfully, bowed his head and said.

The woman neither answered nor turned around.

The servant looked up cautiously, then lowered his head and waited quietly.

The origin of this woman is mysterious, and the head of the mountain had ordered to treat each other as a distinguished guest early in the morning, and she should not be sloppy at all.

After waiting for a while, I heard a lazy and charming voice speaking indifferently.

"I already know, you go down."

"Yes."

The servant stepped back respectfully, and then quietly closed the door of the observatory.

The woman with an exotic style stares at the east for a long time, and the thin purple mist around her appears and disappears from time to time.

After Zhou Xun finished walking the ramp, he walked out from the dense bushes taller than a person and walked onto the avenue, with a row of tall ginkgoes planted on both sides.

In front is the five-story attic, facing water on three sides, called Shiqu.

This is the Library Pavilion of the academy, one of the most important places in the entire academy.

Hundreds of thousands of books are collected here, which is the foundation of the academy.

It is rumored that the academy was built in the last years of the former dynasty, and when the former dynasty collapsed, a large number of old academics from the Imperial Academy fled to the country and settled here, teaching and educating people, writing down what they have learned in their lives, compiling them into books, and passing them down from generation to generation. Luming Academy.

There are also rumors that Luming Academy was built by the old and young of the former dynasty.

It's not good to smell of alcohol when you arrive at Zangshu Pavilion. Zhou Xun moved his blood to dissolve the alcohol, his face turned red and red, and wisps of white mist steamed from his head.

But after a while, the energy and blood were dispersed, and all the alcohol in the body had disappeared.

"You have to think about your clothes too."

Zhou Xun made a formula at random, recited a clothes-cleaning mantra, and swept it up and down, where the mantra pointed, the dirt, dust, and alcohol smell faded away, leaving behind a freshly laundered robe.

"Why can't the clean clothes mantra be exchanged for new ones?"

Thinking about this serious issue of spells, the young man stepped into the library in the morning light.

The servants standing guard at the door all bowed slightly when they saw him, and Zhou Xun also nodded.

The plaque on the main entrance of Zangshu Pavilion reads the four characters "Wenshan Shuhai", which is written in a beautiful and generous style of Guange, which is a commonly used font for official documents.

Entering the main entrance, there are no bookshelves in the lobby on the first floor, only dozens of inscriptions hanging on the four walls, signed by a certain student, all left by seniors who have stayed in the academy and made achievements.

There is a table at the door, and there are three or two people sitting behind it, all of them are old, holding bamboo slips and looking at it intently.

At this time, the Zangshu Pavilion should have just been opened, and there are not many scribes coming and going. At the same time, there are students working and studying here to clean, wipe the carved wooden windows, and receive borrowed books and scribes.

There are many screens on the first floor, separating each other with small gaps, and only small desks can be put down. The people who come here to copy books are all at their desks and write as fast as possible, and finish copying as much as possible within the specified time. more text.

The procedures for borrowing books are more complicated than copying books, and there are many restrictions. Even so, not all books can be borrowed. Classes, or some books that can also be found in ordinary bookstores.

Only transcribing is allowed here, and the billing is based on the hour, not much, one hour is ten yuan, and the price of a breakfast meal.

Copying books has become the norm, and Zhou Xun has often copied books in his daily life.

With a simple case, surrounded by screens, with pen and ink in hand, ten lines at a glance, one or two volumes can be copied in an hour.

Many books have only a few thousand words, and it is not difficult to copy them.

The servants of Zangshu Pavilion and some students from poor families also copied some commonly used books on weekdays, earning a meager income to subsidize themselves.

Walking around the screen with ease, he naturally lightened his steps so as not to disturb the tranquility here.

No matter who it is, they will speak softly when they come here.

On the second floor, there are rows of bookshelves, each of which is filled with labels, which are classified according to the contents of the books.

Books on this level can be borrowed or copied. They are commonly used books and are the most numerous, with about 17 volumes.

Most of the books on the second floor belong to the theory of a hundred schools of thought, including some rare and ancient books that have been lost.

Walking straight up to the third floor, there are a lot fewer bookshelves on this floor, and the books inside are more precious. This floor contains books on military battles and strategies. It is said that this floor also hides the mysterious theory of emperor art.

Books at this level cannot be easily obtained with money. Even among aristocratic families, such books should be cherished, and they will not be borrowed easily. disciple.

The books here can only be memorized on the spot, they cannot be borrowed or copied, and serious students only have one chance to read books here every month.

On one side of the bookshelf, there are more than a dozen large tables, with chairs all around the table, and windows on all sides, with good lighting for people to read.

Roughly counting, there are more than 20 bookshelves, each with six floors, and each floor contains more than 100 books. There are only more than [-] books here.

An old servant with a stooped figure walked over with his hands behind his back, and recognized Zhou Xun with his cloudy eyes.

"Mr. Zhou, are you reading again?"

Zhou Xun smiled and shook his head.

"No, I'm going to the fifth floor."

The old servant's eyes gleamed, and the compelling light seemed to have substance.

He straightened up and stared at Zhou Xun for a while, then restrained himself, returning to his stooped appearance.

"Mr. Zhou, do you have a token?"

Although it is not the first time, I still feel that this token is very inconvenient.

He found a dark token and handed it over. The old servant looked at it for a while, checked it over and over again, and then handed it back to Zhou Xun with both hands.

"Mr. Zhou has already obtained permission from the two adults to enter and leave the fifth floor at will. Why do you still need to check, old man? Let me tell you, just let him go when you see Mr. Zhou! Isn't it troublesome?"

Another middle-aged man passing by was carrying a teapot and a white porcelain cup.

The old man gave him a dissatisfied look, and the latter poured himself tea with a smile.

"I call it rituals. Rites cannot be discarded. If there is no way in the world, etiquette will be abolished. If the academy does not have this ritual, it will not be far from decline!"

The old man seemed to be very qualified, and he dared to say that the academy was in decline in front of his face, and he didn't know how many years he had been in the library.

(End of this chapter)