Tian Ze took the key to enter the nameless bookstore, looking at the mountains of small books in front of him, his legs and stomach couldn't help but tremble a few times, and his subconscious breaths were full of the strange smell of rotten and moldy books, but in order to solve his doubts and difficulties, he could only bite the bullet.

Tian Ze did not rush in, but hid on the side of the door, quietly in a daze. Tian Ze knows that it is impossible to enter the study house now, and since he was a child, he has been crawling in the cracks and corners of the walls everywhere, and he knows the relationship: in some places where ventilation is not often ventilated or air is stagnant, the mixture of various gases can produce some poisonous gases.

Tianze was a child and a group of beggars went out to seek shelter, a beggar found a cave, the cave is wide and broad, extending to the surface of the earth, the beggar did not have time to think about it and entered the cave, only to hear the sound of "bang", like the sound of people falling to the ground, and then let the people outside the cave shout wildly There is no sound in the cave. Later, it was learned that the dead animal corpses inside and the stagnant water fermented to produce poisonous gas, and the beggar died in this way.

Less than an hour later, the wind blows, the smell in the study room is a lot, into the book room, in addition to a little dizziness and choking, it is already much better than the first door when the face is rotten and covered the sky, at least you can go in.

Tian Ze didn't plan to start sorting out today, but planned to sort out the general situation of the books in the bookstore first, such as the number, distribution, degree of decay, etc., and then arrange the work itinerary after completing the statistics. Tian Ze roughly counted the distribution of books in the bookstore, and it was not sorted out until dusk in the afternoon.

The work of the other miscellaneous disciples was completed as early as the morning after a busy hour and a half, and they should have cultivated in the afternoon. After Xiao Lao took the burden and envelope, he entered the room and did not come out again.

At night, the moon rises, and the light shines through the window on the table by the window. No matter how gorgeous the night is, Tianze has no intention of appreciating it, and is only focused on the characters and numbers on the paper. It wasn't until the night after tomorrow that Tianze finished tidying up. Put a few pieces of paper in your shirt to record the situation of the book.

Tianze stretched his waist, looked up at the night sky, only to find that the night sky tonight is so wonderful and harmonious, the glaive moon is in the sky, although it is the crescent moon, the brilliance is not lost to the full moon, the stars are even more crystalline, bright and shining, such as gems shining, beautiful jade color, the moon and stars are intertwined, but it is a rare scene in the world.

In the midst of thousands of soft greens and millions of insects, Tian Ze lay on the bed and slowly fell asleep, ready for a new day's work.

Before the dawn dawned, the sky was still mixed with a trace of darkness, Tianze had already gotten up, he only had six months, and within six months, he would not only have to tidy up the books but also find a useful one of all the books that was useful to him, it was really a needle in a haystack. I can only squeeze in time, otherwise it will be absolutely impossible to complete it by myself.

When Tian Ze was cooking porridge, he saw Xiao Lao cultivating and walked forward: "Xiao Lao is early!"

Xiao Lao didn't open his eyes, and asked lightly, "How is the book sorting work?"

Tian Ze said respectfully: "It's okay, thanks to Old Xiao's blessing, everything is going well." ”

When Xiao Lao heard this, he said, "That's very good. I hope you don't let the old decay down!"

"That is, Xiao Lao treats me sincerely, and Tianze will never dare to forget it in the future. Tian Ze bent down and hugged his hand. Seeing that Xiao Lao was silent again, he went back to the house to eat. When Tianze came out again and went to the bookstore, Xiao Lao had already returned to the house.

Tian Ze came to the book house, looked at the existence of a mountain of books in the house, and had already made up his mind in his heart. Yesterday, after a day of recording and calculating, Tianze has sorted out the approximate pile of books in the book house, the size of the total thirty-one, and the size of the pile of books compared with the pile of 1,000 books to get the approximate number of each pile of books, a total of more than 200,000 books, although one-third of them are moldy, there is not a single book that is rotten and unreadable, but the smell of decay is from a dozen discarded wooden boards behind the book house, and there are a few dead rats like the length of a child's forearm. Tian Ze guessed that it might be that the book-making process in the cultivation realm was a little peculiar, so it was not corrupt and immortal, but it was just a little moldy after being in the dark and stagnant wind for a long time.

Today's Tianze plans to take out the moldy books to dry and drive away the moisture, and after all the books are dry and free of the smell of mold, then they will be sorted out and put on the shelves? Oh no! Tianze is confused! There are no bookshelves here! Tianze wants to cry without tears, so he can only ask Xiao Lao later.

Tian Ze first put all the moldy books in the center of the courtyard, but fortunately, the courtyard was big enough, and when Tian Ze had moved out more than 1,000 books and put them in the courtyard, the various miscellaneous disciples finally stretched their waists and slowly came out to work.

Xiao Lao arranged today's work, everyone was scattered and busy, Xiao Lao was just about to leave, Tianze stepped forward and shouted to Xiao Lao: "Xiao Lao, wait a minute!"

Xiao Lao turned his head and saw Tian Ze clearly: "Tian Ze, do you have something?"

Tian Ze said: "Xiao Lao, there are no bookshelves in the library! I have no place to tidy up!"

Xiao Lao smiled slightly: "Oh, it's this, the disciples who used to work in the bookstore originally got some plans for them to make a bookshelf, but they didn't know what was going on, either they ran away, or they couldn't live or die, and they were idle if they had no way." Since you're here, go for it. ”

When Tianze heard this, he said, "But those woods have long been rotten and can no longer be used." ”

Xiao Lao pondered for a moment and said, "That's it, you go and do something else first, and I'll send you the bookshelf later." ”

When Tian Ze heard this, he thought that Xiao Lao was going to move the bookshelf himself, so he hurriedly said: "Xiao Lao, how can you do this kind of rough work! I will come! You tell the kid, the kid will move it by himself!"

"Oops!"

Xiao Lao turned around and raised his hand to reward Tian Ze with a brain meltdown, and said proudly: "You kid thinks beautifully, and you want the old man to help you work, don't even think about it! You will know the reason after I go later." He turned around and walked towards his room, leaving only Tian Ze, who was touching the sore spot in his head.

Helpless, Tianze had to continue to go back and forth to dry books. In less than half a moment, Xiao Lao came back from the room and came to the study house.

At this moment, Tian Ze was sorting out the books in the bookstore, and when he saw Xiao Lao coming, he stepped forward a few steps and said, "Xiao Lao, you are here... But what about the bookshelves?" Seeing that Xiao Lao came alone, Tian Ze couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

Xiao Lao smiled mysteriously: "The old man will do what he says, and the bookshelf will be brought with him!"

"So where is the bookshelf?" Tianze was even more puzzled.

Xiao Lao didn't say anything about it, and said again: "Tianze, you go out first!

Tianze didn't dare to disobey, so he had to obey, turn around and go out of the house and close the door.

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

After Tianze closed the door, he blinked a few times, only to hear a few heavy and muffled sounds coming from the house, which seemed to be a loud sound of heavy landing, and he hurriedly knocked on the door and shouted: "Xiao Lao... Xiao Lao... Are you okay? You answer me! Xiao Lao..."

"Squeak"

The double doors of the study house suddenly opened, Xiao Lao came out of the room, Tian Ze looked worried, and hurriedly asked: "Xiao Lao, are you okay? I heard a heavy muffled sound just now, did the beam fall down?" Are you okay?"

When Xiao Lao heard this, another handmade chestnut was rewarded on Tianze's head, but the strength was much smaller.

Tian Ze saw that Xiao Lao was fine, he smiled and touched his head, it was not painful, but there was a tingling sensation like a slight electric current flowing on the scalp, and Rao was comfortable for a while.

Xiao Lao said again: "You can go in and have a look!

Only then did Tian Ze react, and when he entered the house, he was shocked: he saw eight huge red and brown bookshelves, evenly divided and standing in all directions of the bookhouse, the color was deep and dense, and they looked like pouring iron; the bookshelves were divided into ten layers, and the vertical and horizontal momentum was majestic, reaching the four pillars of the house, reaching the peak of the beams; and it was absolutely easy to put tens of thousands of books on one shelf.

Xiao Lao came alone, just for a moment, eight huge bookshelves appeared out of thin air, Tianze was extremely surprised, and couldn't help but sigh: The world of cultivation is really wonderful!

Xiao Lao looked at Tian Ze and said, "Wonderful, that's because you still have little experience, besides, although you have entered the cultivation realm, you are not yet a true cultivator, when you cultivate to the ninth level of the day after tomorrow, I will pass on the secret to you!"

When Tian Ze heard this, his spirit perked up: "Really, don't lie to people!" It was as if he had forgotten that he couldn't even cultivate.

Xiao Lao looked at Tian Ze with a serious look, but it was printed on a childish little face, and he laughed: "Okay, good, a word is a deal!"

The two of them were chatting at the door of the bookstore, but Zhao San, who was not far away, took all this in his eyes.

"Boy, you'd better not go against the third master, or you'll ......" Zhao San looked at the hip-hop Tianze coldly.