Ling Motang's approach blocked out some of the light in front of the old Taoist priest, and he hurriedly avoided his body and said again: "Daoist, I feel that you are very kind at first glance, and you will definitely not stop my thirst for knowledge." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Ling Motang tried to make his eyes inquisitive.

The old Taoist priest lifted his sleeve robe and sneered, and hooked his finger at Ling Motang, Ling Motang leaned up with joy, and heard the other party say categorically: "No!" "This guy can really blow, a person who can vomit when sitting on a flying sword, and a preparatory disciple of Liuyun, which elder who doesn't have a long heart dares to accept this thing as a disciple?

Ling Motang's smile froze on his face, and he held his forehead for a long time and sighed: "Then I will leave." She got up slowly, and the old Taoist priest let out a "huh", as if he didn't expect that the cheeky girl who was soft and hard at the beginning would give up so easily.

But he did underestimate how cheeky Ling Motang was, although she was not capable, she was thick-skinned!

Ling Motang circled around the library pavilion and came back, feeling aggrieved: "The library pavilion actually has no back door, bad reviews!" ”

The old Taoist priest was still sitting at the door basking in the sun, Ling Motang hid to the side and watched the old Taoist priest change his posture again, his back against the door, his legs across the threshold to bask in the sun's brilliance.

Ling Motang was fighting Xiao Jiujiu in her heart, ready to die with the old Taoist, she didn't believe in such a good afternoon sunshine, and the old Taoist priest who was old was not sleepy.

The warm winter sun can always make people sleepy, Ling Motang waited quietly, and soon the old Taoist priest really snored, she tiptoed over, raised one foot to cross the threshold first, and then lifted one foot when the ankle was dragged by someone, looking back, the old Taoist smiled at Ling Motang, Ling Motang's back was numb, and he retreated unwillingly, and the whole person sat opposite the old Taoist, and simply accompanied the old Taoist priest to bask in the sun.

The old Taoist priest's expression didn't know whether to laugh or mock, he crossed his hands and shoulders and asked Ling Motang: "It's going to be the altar sacrifice soon, and the disciples inside and outside Liuyun are busy preparing, what are you doing here?" ”

Ling Motang leaned back against the door: "A new disciple of mine doesn't know anything what to do for the altar sacrifice, and if he doesn't get into trouble, it will be the greatest contribution to the sacrifice, of course he is here to read a book." "What the old Taoist priest said is indeed true, now the disciples of the Liuyun Sect are all looking forward to the altar sacrifice, and even Qin Xue is seriously preparing to deal with Ling Motang, an idler.

"Let's come back after entering the inner door." The old Taoist priest glanced at the library pavilion: "The rules can't be broken. ”

"Non-inner disciples are not allowed to enter the Library Pavilion, right?" Ling Motang pondered for a moment, then got up and saluted the old Taoist priest: "Then the tired Taoist will help me take a few books out of the library pavilion, and I will just flip through them outside the door." ”

The old Taoist priest looked up at Ling Motang with a strange expression, and Ling Motang also looked at the old Taoist priest seriously.

After a moment of silence, the old Taoist priest pulled his goatee and laughed: "Interesting, tell me which books you want to read?" The old Taoist's hearty laughter made Ling Motang breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately replied: "Medical books, biographies." ”

The old Taoist priest got up and flicked his sleeves: "I want to read these useless books for a long time, so I'll get them for you." He went towards the library pavilion, Ling Motang nodded desperately, and added another sentence before the old Taoist priest entered: "Take more, I can read books quickly." ”

Outside the library pavilion, the fragrance of plum blossoms blows to the face, there are red plums blown into the corridor with the wind, the warm winter sun gradually slopes into the white wall in the west, a round of sunset orange light is left on the snow-covered ground, the light in the corridor is dim, and there is some evening chill.

Ling Motang closed the last book in his hand, put it on the stacked stacks of books on his legs, and then tidied up the books and smiled at the old Taoist priest: "Daoist, I'll come back after the sacrifice tomorrow, please take some more books out for me." ”

The old Taoist priest's gaze was still on the pile of books beside Ling Motang, and then he asked in disbelief: "Have you finished reading all these books?" ”

Ling Motang nodded and got up, straightened out the wrinkled green cloth cotton clothes on his body, and let out a long breath: I didn't see it useful, but I remembered a lot of inconsequential things.

"I don't believe it." The old Taoist priest was very persistent, and picked up a copy of "Demon Beast Identification Record" from the ground at random and asked, "Tianweaving." ”

"Tianweaving, also known as the Zhongtian Beast, is large, with a human face and a beast body, with wings, knowing human language, being irritable by nature, and cannibalism. The thing that opened the sky in ancient times, later lived in Kunlun Mountain, and was in charge of the four saints and eight directions. Ling Motang replied fluently, although she doesn't like to read, and she has a headache when she gets the book, but as long as she has read it carefully, she can remember it inseparably.

The old Taoist priest asked Ling Motang a few more questions one after another, and Ling Motang also said it word for word, and the old Taoist priest sighed: "It's a pity." The old Taoist priest sighed again, Ling Motang frowned and was puzzled, only to hear him say slowly and leisurely: "With such a brain, it turned out to be a spiritual cultivation wastewood." ”

Ling Motang: ...... Isn't she looking for a cure for her incurable disease?

The old Taoist priest motioned for Ling Motang to pick up all the books on the ground, and then instructed her, "You come in with me." ”

Ling Motang followed the old Taoist priest into the library pavilion with the books in his arms, and the warmth in the library was warm, not like the cold wind outside, he led Ling Motang to put the books back in their places.

"It's not in accordance with the rules for you to let you in by an inner disciple, but are you willing to stay in the library and do some chores?" The old Taoist priest turned around and asked Ling Motang, and seeing her uncertain expression, he added again: "When you have nothing to do, you can feel free to read the books in the library pavilion." ”

This condition is quite tempting for Ling Motang, but in line with the principle of "pie can't fall from the sky", Ling Motang still asked very rationally: "What do you want me to do?" "Figure things out first, otherwise it's not good to be used as a knife, and vigilance must not be less at all times.

"It's not complicated, it's just to tidy up the library on weekdays, find a corresponding place to put the scattered books, and regularly take out the books in the library to dry and then take them back." The old Taoist priest took Ling Motang around the first floor of the library pavilion, and Ling Motang carefully remembered which books were displayed on each shelf.

"Is there any pay?" Ling Motang blurted out that he was not afraid of death, and the old Taoist's expression changed instantly, and he blew his beard and glared at Ling Motang: "If you don't want to do it, get out!" ”

Ling Motang took a deep breath and smiled flatteringly: "I'm kidding!" "This old Taoist priest is really a dime.

"I'll give you the sect contribution value first, and when you officially become an inner disciple, I'll add it to you." The old Taoist priest laughed shyly.

Ling Motang sighed, the emotional old Taoist priest really took her as a preparatory disciple of the inner door to come and see, she has always been full of words, this is really just talk!

The old Taoist priest handed her a wooden plaque engraved with the word "Tibetan Books": "This is the token of my library pavilion, you can keep it, if someone stops you from entering, you can show this thing." The old Taoist priest slowly and leisurely sent Ling Motang out of the library pavilion.

Ling Motang shook the wooden card in his hand, and then winked at the old Taoist: "Daoist, what do you call it?" ”

"Tsinghua." The old Taoist priest was calm and calm.

I'm still at Peking University! Ling Motang smiled awkwardly: "The little one will retire first." She trotted to her residence, only to hear the Taoist chief Qinghua behind her tell her: "Don't forget to come tomorrow." ”