Wang Anfeng entered the library of the Fufeng School Palace, and there were no twists and turns.

First, this generation is a prosperous era of martial arts, the heroes are competing, and the martial arts secret collection is the core of each faction, and ordinary classics are not very important.

Secondly.

Fufeng School Palace 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 school palace, and by the way, they brought Wang Anfeng to the library of the school palace, and said that they would go to the library to serve as the elder, saying that they wanted to serve as the library keeper, so they said goodbye to each other.

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

The copper bell shook with the wind, and the huge and domineering wind could no longer be seen, probably because when I went downstairs at this time, the stronger the feeling of heaviness, almost overwhelming, not overbearing, but thick, with the vicissitudes and heaviness of the times.

The boy took a deep breath, his eyes shining brightly.

This is it, Fengzilou.

Pengzhi migrated to the south of the underworld, the water hit three thousand miles, and the one who swayed up was ninety thousand miles.

Ninety thousand miles, the wind is below, carrying the blue sky, and then Tunan.

The mighty wind under the students of the school palace is the countless books in this hundred-zhang tall building.

The tenth collection of books in the world.

The green horse has been stored in the entrance of the school palace, Wang Anfeng carried the piano and the sword, slowly pushed open the wooden door, the tall and majestic wind building has no decoration, the four walls are all bookshelves, and there are various books for thousands of years densely arranged on it.

Throughout the ages, up and down the four directions, heaven and earth, all things, rise and waste, chaos, agriculture, industry and commerce, three religions and nine streams. In addition to the actual martial arts classics, even the books of famous scholars of various schools on martial arts are all here.

It is said that the heaven of the heavens, the places of the lower examination, and the people of the middle judgment, are all-encompassing.

On the top of the wind word building, there is a huge pearl, the jade treasure is densely covered, it becomes the map of the stars of the Zhou sky, illuminates the hundred zhang high-rise building like daylight, the wooden steps rotate above, the craftsman sets up, there are 9,999 steps, take the road of 10,000 miles from the first step, but also take 'me' as the peak, so that it can reach 10,000 or even endless.

From time to time, you can hear the sound of the clothes breaking through the air, and the figures wearing Confucian shirts and strong suits perform light skills in this air, retrieving ancient books under the pearl and jade light, and sometimes lifting their breath lightly, spinning down according to the wooden steps, and the clothes are flying, almost like a fairy among the people.

"Boy, what are you doing here? Why has the old man never seen you? ”

Wang Anfeng was looking at the scene in the Fengzi Building, and suddenly an old voice came from his ears, turning his body slightly, and he looked at an old man sitting in the center of the Fengzi Building, on a desk, surrounded by various classics, according to which there was a distance of nearly 100 meters, but the voice was like whispering in the ear, and the words were clear, knowing that this must be a martial arts senior, he didn't dare to slack off, slowed down, was careful to pass, and clasped his fists and said softly:

"I've seen Ren Lao."

"Boy Wang Anfeng, I want to try my hand at the position of the library keeper of the school palace......"

The old man raised his eyes to look at him, and without opening his mouth, a voice had already sounded in the young man's ears:

"Have you practiced martial arts?"

The boy nodded and said:

"I've practiced a little."

The old man bowed his head, casually turned the page, and said:

"Every day, after everyone leaves, the wooden steps are sprinkled and swept again."

"You can read any books here."

"The wooden house behind the wind building, you can live in it, and someone will give you the money every month."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, raised his eyes to see, almost 10,000 wooden steps rotated up, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's much more leisurely than expected.

While thinking about it, the young man's thinking diverged, thinking that if Mr. Win arranged a task for himself, maybe he was carrying a thousand pounds of chains, and he couldn't step on the wooden steps, and every step had to be stepped on the seat of the Nine Palace Steps......

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There is a news circulating in Fufeng School Palace recently.

The position of the library keeper of the school palace, which had been vacant for more than two hundred days, was finally re-assumed, a young man who loved to wear blue clothes, and looked very good at talking, and when he looked at it again, the wooden steps were very clean, and the young man was sitting cross-legged under a bookshelf, holding an ancient book and reading it with relish.

When the boy was reading the book, he was comfortable, and the students of the school palace were also quite excited, and the students of the Yin and Yang family opened the market overnight, betting on how long the new book collection would last.

There were many opinions, some saying three days, some saying five days, and at most not more than seven days.

Prior to this, the longest support for the ground was a nine-rank martial artist, sprinkling and sweeping 10,000 wooden steps every night, and during the day, he had to support reading and practicing, which lasted for more than 20 days, almost making his own foundation unstable, and finally found the only book he wanted, and then said goodbye after writing it down.

It is rumored that he drank with his friends, got drunk, and his friends jokingly called him 'sprinkling sweepers', and was beaten up.

The next day, when he woke up, he was ashamed of it, and he brought wine and meat to visit.

My friend sighed, Safu is just joking, why take it seriously.

Fang sprinkled the two words, full of old fists, and beat it again.

The people who come to the Fufeng School Palace to serve as a book collector are often people who are eager to extinguish ancient books, but they have no background, and the master of the school palace was born in Confucianism and believes in education, and has already acquiesced in this matter.

However, Ren Lao and the 10,000-level wooden steps guarding this wind tower have become the last difficulty.

If it weren't for the martial arts, it wouldn't be able to sustain this huge workload.

Even for a warrior, this kind of tedious work is also a kind of torture for his own mind, sprinkling and sweeping thousands of wooden steps every day, and searching for solitary books to read during the day.

There wasn't much time to rest or practice martial arts.

In the short term, you can resist with your own strength, but as the time goes on, it will inevitably damage the foundation.

This matter is a rare adjustment in the calm and waveless life of the school palace, and I don't know how many students' eyes are cast here, reciting the sage's articles openly, and secretly calculating how much money they can earn behind their backs.

Calling friends and attracting friends, promising where to invite guests after victory, Yunyun does not mention, and the 'military strategy game' launched by the soldiers and students with gambling is also wonderful.

The students of the military family burst out with great enthusiasm for such 'improper things', thirty-six strategies, military magic, and all kinds of military tactics were used in succession, and the rigid usage in the past suddenly seemed to be enlightened, and they did not let the masters catch the slightest bit of gambling, and they were quite proud of this matter, cheering each other and celebrating early.

But three days later, there were sudden screams in the dormitory, like the wailing of mountain apes, and sometimes gloating laughter.

Five days later, his expression was solemn.

Seven days later, there was a great deal of mourning.

In the wind building, Wang Anfeng yawned, yesterday in the Shaolin Temple, Mr. Win's training went up to a new level, which made him quite tired.

In front of him, a young soldier in red clothes and silver armor walked past him, as if he had stayed up late, with two big eye bags hanging under his dark circles, and looked at him directly when he passed by, Wang Anfeng was puzzled, only smiled and bowed, and by the way, he put the ancient book in his hand back to its original position, pulled out a new one, and swept his eyes from the list.

"Miscellaneous: Contemporary Famous Catch"

The young man's mind instantly appeared when he first entered Fufeng City, what the rich man said, tracking down the uneasy name, his expression was slightly correct.

Caught without intention?

The palm of the hand that was about to be put back paused slightly, and opened the book.