At the end of the morning class in the Qingshan Palace, the flow of people in the library pavilion has increased, there are disciples who discuss with each other, there are disciples who know wealth and nobility at a glance at the dress, and female disciples with outstanding appearance are flirting and scolding in the name of looking for books, and there are also some solitary figures, who don't want to be disturbed, and they sit under the bookshelf when they find the book they are looking for, and begin to study.

And among these people, there is a very special person, he holds a broom in his left hand, a bucket in his right hand, and a rag on his shoulder.

Zhiyan had already greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of Elder Zhu, who was in charge in his heart, and he was actually given such an impossible task, it was almost a morning, and Zhiyan had cleaned the fifth floor of hygiene, looking at the floor above that he couldn't see clearly, Zhiyan was really desperate.

At this time, Zhiyan began to miss the sweeping robot in his hometown, and a heart that wanted to make it no matter what burned in Zhiyan's chest. It is said that every technological progress of human beings comes from laziness, and this is true when you think about it.

But the problem is that the current situation can't be solved, and he simply gave up, he is a person who loves to read, and when he first came to this world, he wanted to come to the library every day, but at that time, he was afraid that entering the library would be seen by some masters, after all, according to the routine, each sect's library will hide one or two peerless masters, giving the protagonist a chance.

The previous point of assertion is believed, and the kind of pie in the sky in the back, most of the insistence is seen as a joke, after all, it is not a parent, and there is no friendship, who will help you, does it look at you handsome, thinking of this, the insistence looked at his reflection in the bucket, and thought that it was indeed very handsome.

Since he had the idea of making a sweeper, he found the materials and books area about this world according to the classification on the shelves, walked to the corner where there was no one in this area, stacked the cleaned things next to him, and then went to the bookshelf closest to him, which looked delicious.

In the dark, Zhu Yan was observing Zhiyan, seeing that he didn't clean up and look at the book, the corners of his mouth smiled, thinking that this kid really has a personality, not honest at all, he deliberately made things difficult for him, he simply didn't enter the set, but it takes a long time to copy the book, so that his life time is piled up and can't do other things, if the person behind him needs him, he won't let him waste in this matter, he will definitely help, as long as he pays attention to some people who give him a helping hand, then he can close the net.

insisted that he didn't know that he was being watched, and even if he knew, it didn't matter, Ge Laozi, what could he do to him. Looking at the book, he insisted that he was attracted by all kinds of strange materials in this world, many of which were not available on the earth, but he still found materials that were common to the earth, and he was ready to buy them in the shops of the sect when the time came, most of these things were mortal, very cheap, and they could be purchased together, as for the energy problem, he insisted that he wanted to buy a thunder crystal when the time came, which contained rich thunder spiritual power, and then with the help of Fang Wei, although Fang Wei's attributes disappeared, but yesterday I heard him drunk and said, he can still cultivate, It seems that there is no problem in running spiritual power, so he will use Fang Wei as a wire, and transfer the electricity in the thunder crystal to the battery he made, and the spiritual power will not be used, and it will be regarded as a reward for Fang Wei's help.

Zhiyan was satisfied with his arrangement, put the books in his hand back on the bookshelf, just saw that it was just a detailed explanation of the basic materials, in this area, there are a few bookshelves in front of Zhiyan, and they are also placed in this no-man's corner, no one cares, and most of the books in this area are related to alchemy and refining, but Zhiyan is really not interested in these, he tried to take a look at the most basic book of alchemy, and he was persuaded to quit on the first page, it is really a book from heaven, Zhiyan deeply realized that he did not have this talent, and simply gave up.

After reading the book, Zhiyan began to pick up the cleaning tools and began to look for some literary works in the library, before on the earth, Zhiyan's father often took him to the library to read books, Zhiyan's favorite thing to read is some literary works, the story is strong, although Zhiyan likes science, but rarely read this kind of books in the library, in his words, some books are enough to look at in the laboratory or classroom, there is no need to fill up your free time with these things, how tiring.

After walking around for a long time, Zhiyan found a place to store literary story books on the fifth floor, but it was the same as the basic materials that Zhiyan had just had, there were only one or two bookshelves, and in the most uninhabited corner of the entire floor, looking at the other places where there were books related to cultivation, there were crowds of people, Zhiyan felt that they were all too tired, and turned around and walked into the literary area, but saw a martial man dressed in the style of a senior disciple looking at the books in his hand with relish, probably too focused, and didn't notice Zhiyan.

Zhiyan looked at the appearance of the martial man, the age should be over eighteen years old, and because he is a senior disciple, the age of the disciples of the Qingshan Hall is limited to under twenty-two years old, this age has become a senior disciple, the future is unlimited, the clothes are not decorated, like an ordinary disciple, but he is not so sure, the rich disciples will also be low-key, especially the current sect master's support for the poor disciples in the hall, and the strict requirements for the rich disciples of the Shi clan, so that some capable rich disciples of the Shi clan learn to act in a low-key manner.

Zhiyan looked at it, and his attention fell to the book in the hand of the gangwu man, good guy, it is still a book that you can know about romance by looking at the title, the straight man of the gangwu disciple in front of him has such a heavy breath, and there is actually a little princess living in his heart, Zhiyan couldn't hold back a little, and sneered lightly.

Although Zhiyan hurriedly stopped laughing, he was still heard by the Gangwu disciple, he turned his head to look at Zhiyan in a panic, his face was red, he hurriedly put the book back on the shelf, left in a hurry, and glared at Zhiyan viciously when he left.

Looking at the sturdy back of Fei Ye who seemed to be leaving, Zhiyan couldn't help laughing this time, which attracted many disciples to look sideways, and the Gangwu disciples who fled in front heard Zhiyan laughing, and they trembled on their backs, and their steps were faster, and they even used their body skills.

Zhiyan felt that he was a little too much, stopped laughing, looked around at his fellow door, Zhiyan coughed, pretended that nothing happened, and walked into the bookshelf, the disciples around him felt strange, and they were embarrassed to find out the root cause, and began to busy their own business.

At this time, not far from Zhiyan, the Gangwu disciple just now was hiding next to a bookshelf, staring at Zhiyan, seeing him walk into the bookshelf just now, he exhaled, and wrote down Zhiyan's appearance in his heart, thinking, this junior brother knows about this, maybe it will spread out, I lose face, if I let the elders of the clan know, maybe I will make a big fuss and put pressure on my father, maybe my father will burn all my treasures when he is angry. As if thinking of the terrifying picture, the gangwu man shook his head again and again, no, this matter must not be spread, so there is only one way.

The martial man made a decision, glanced apologetically at the bookshelf where he was obsessed, and thought, alas, blame you for seeing something you shouldn't see, it can only make you suffer a little bit of flesh and skin, and you can only compensate you for something later.

After straightening his clothes, the gangwu man walked downstairs, and at some point there was an extra piece of paper printed with the portrait of Zhiyan in his hand, on which the words "challenge book" were written.