Xuanxia

Chapter 89 Beginning of Winter
"Brother, there are so many books, how are we going to find them?"

Tang Jiao felt a little dizzy when she saw the endless bookshelves stacked up like stairs and the rows of book spines on the bookshelves.

The library of Wuwei Temple was once the library of Zhenxian Palace. It is too huge.

Fu Qingzhou had been to the Qianwu Tower in Wandu Mountain before, where precious knowledge passed down from generation to generation by the Miao people was collected, but compared with what they saw before their eyes at this moment, it seemed extremely pitiful.

Even in the great libraries of 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 outside combined are not as big as it.

The bookshelf was carefully categorized into martial arts secrets, magic inheritance, history books, alchemy books, weapon forging, medical books...

How can this be a library? It's clearly a huge database!
Even if you just read the knowledge here hastily, it will take you at least ten years to finish it!

I don’t know if there is some kind of formation blessing this pavilion, but all the books are not too old. Even if there are some yellowed books, they are not overly corrupted.

Fu Qingzhou calmed down and said, "Since we are choosing martial arts, let's go to the martial arts bookshelves. You look for sword skills and I look for bow skills. Let's look for all the books on this subject first."

Although his tone was calm, his eyes were full of excitement.

This is a treasure trove that everyone in the world desires!

Even if the library here does not contain all the knowledge in the world, it is not much different. Why should I worry about having nothing to learn?

Maybe you can even find the knowledge to break the Smoker's curse!

Oh, by the way, Smokey...why is this guy so quiet today?

Fu Qingzhou was selecting books on the bookshelf and asked, "It's your turn to work. Can you help me see which ones are better?"

"Hmph." The smoker responded coldly.

Fu Qingzhou didn't know what it was angry about, and was confused: "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't have hands, so I can't pick it." The smoker replied indifferently: "And I don't have eight hundred pairs of eyes, so I can't help you see it."

"baffling……"

Fu Qingzhou had no idea that it was his own uncle who threatened it and made it extremely unhappy. He just thought that it was a brain-destroying thing. Since it didn't want to help, then it didn't help and just did the work on its own.

There are martial arts related to bows and arrows on the bookshelf, but they are far fewer than those that match other weapons. After all, there are very few warriors who practice this thing as their main weapon.

But this so-called "few" is only compared to the others. Fu Qingzhou still quickly found more than 30 secret books from the bookshelf.

Tang Jiao on the other side was much more tired. The sword is the king of all weapons. There have been many people practicing sword since ancient times. The various advanced sword techniques left behind are as countless as the stars in the night sky.

After Fu Qingzhou finished choosing his own books, he went to help her choose. It took them a full half hour to select nearly three hundred sword-fighting secrets.

"Brother, this is too much."

Tang Jiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How do I choose this?"

"It's okay, just be patient." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile, "Generally, there is a general outline in front of these secret manuals. At least we can take a look at them and know what path this sword technique takes. Just take your time to choose."

As he spoke, he opened a book at hand.

Then...stupefied.

The dog-like handwriting caught my eyes, and the horrible feeling of reading Yiran Jue last night came back to me again.

"Damn, Qingsongzi's handwriting!"

He was horrified and quickly threw the book aside, then picked up another one and opened it.

It’s the familiar dog-crawling word again.

Cold sweat oozed from Fu Qingzhou's forehead. No way...

On the other side, Tang Jiao also opened a book, her face changed drastically: "This, this handwriting is so ugly!"

The two looked at each other and both had a very ominous premonition. They sat down on the ground at the same time and flipped through the books they had just picked up one by one.

Ugly, ugly, ugly, and ugly again...

All written by Qingsongzi!
"I think I know how that old guy has been living in the mountains for the past thirty years."

Fu Qingzhou clenched his fists, his teeth chattering with hatred: "He just copied books when he had nothing to do, right? He spent thirty years copying all the books in this library?!"

No wonder, no wonder the books in this cabinet are not particularly old, it turns out they were all copied in the past twenty or thirty years!
Tang Jiao said with a sad face: "Brother, how can I choose this? It's hard to understand these words."

"Look again."

Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "I don't believe that all the books in this library have been replaced by this guy!"

As time passed, the faces of the two people who were running back and forth in the cabinet and randomly browsing through the bookshelves became more and more ugly.

About half an hour later, they met again and 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 'a mountain of treasures in front of you but you can't enter'?"

"Brother!" Tang Jiao's face was solemn, and she pursed her lips and said, "Don't be discouraged, let's copy the book!"

Fu Qingzhou put down his hand that was covering his face and looked surprised: "What did you say?"

"Copying a book."

Tang Jiao seemed to have made a great decision, and gritted her teeth and said, "The secret manuals here can't be too bad. We will copy them one by one. If we find a good one, we will practice it. If one is good, we will practice this one!"

"If this one is not good, we'll copy the next one!"

Fu Qingzhou took a deep breath and calmed down after a while: "You are right, I am greedy. There are many books here, but we can't practice all of them. It's better to master them one by one."

The two of them encouraged each other, picked up the secret books they had selected earlier, and carried them back to the small building where they lived.

In the morning, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were still on the desk where Fu Qingzhou had copied books. The two of them each chose a book on archery and a book on swordsmanship, and they ground the ink and copied the books face to face, like two students making up their homework.

It started to snow outside the window, and then turned into heavy snow. Outside the mountain, the clouds were rolling and the wind was howling.

The snow on the green tile eaves gradually thickened, and the statue in front of the mountain gate had a white canopy draped over its shoulders.

A dry and hoarse singing voice could be heard faintly in the mountains. The singing was low and joyful, more like the mumbling of an old man after drinking.

"The peaks are covered with white waves reflecting the clear snow, and the pavilions are like crystal jade pots."

"The sword dances in the wind chasing after Yunmeng, and the old friends are scattered in the sky."

"The affairs of the world vanish like smoke in a vase, and the mountains and rivers are all caged on the pillow."

"Walking and chanting, I am intoxicated by the mountains and rivers, and I laugh at life and death, and I will never die..."

“The life is not over yet…hahahaha…”

The singing blended into the wind and snow, fading away like a night dream.

This day is the sixteenth year of Qianhao in Dayan, the year is Jiazi, the beginning of winter, and the day according to the sexagenary cycle is Guisi. It is a good day for planting and offering sacrifices, but not for breaking the ground.

(Volume 1, end)
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