In the midst of countless books.

The deeper the doubts in his heart, the more Zhang Jiuling absorbed the 120,000 ancient books in the library.

"Historical Records", "Hanshu", "Guanzi", "Han Feizi" and so on, from historical books to hundreds of classics, Zhang Jiuling reads everything.

But soon he realized that something was wrong, it seemed that more than ten days had passed, but there was no intention of throwing him out here.

"Timing is definitely out of order. ”

"Is it a real transformation of time and space, a long time or a sensory time?"

On the fifteenth day of studying here, Zhang Jiuling paused, he looked at the bookshelf in front of him, and muttered.

And the heart is a real shock.

Time is always the supreme existence in the eyes of mankind.

The vicissitudes of life, things and people are all irresistible horrors in the eyes of human beings due to the passage of the world.

"If someone can manipulate time, then he must already be a god. ”

Zhang Jiuling muttered to himself.

In the past few days, he has developed the habit of talking to himself from time to time.

Prolonged solitude is the most terrifying test of a person's spirit, and people are social animals, and once they leave the group, they will have uncontrollable depression.

People with strong willpower can improve themselves in loneliness, but people who don't have strong willpower are likely to be driven crazy in this environment.

"With such a divine apprentice, I must not give up. ”

But here Zhang Jiuling has been living alone for half a month, if he doesn't keep reminding himself to stick to his goals, he is afraid that he won't be able to persevere.

"I've been through so many trials, and if I give up now, everything I've done before will be lost. ”

"Go on, be sure to keep going!"

Zhang Jiuling was immersed in the sea of books again, and only the endless history that seemed to be hidden in the fog and half-hidden and half-revealed could keep him from going crazy in loneliness.

In ancient times, human beings struggled in the great wilderness, the human race in Kyushu in the era of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, the struggle in mythology in the Xia and Shang eras, the competition between the sons and hundreds of schools of thought in the pre-Qin period, and then the Qin Emperor swept Liuhe, and the Han Dynasty looked down on the Quartet.

Among them, the mythical characters of Kyushu, the Great Wilderness, and Zhou Xing emerge in an endless stream, and those who made the tide in the original history of Kyushu are even more legendary in the classics here at this time.

The book is certainly good-looking, and it can even be said to be wonderful, and the feeling of peeking into history really makes Zhang Jiuling want to stop.

But in the endless silence and books, the loneliness Zhang Jiuling felt was not only terrifying, it was the devil who ate the bone marrow.

Zhang Jiuling felt that every minute he stayed here, he was experiencing endless frustrations, as if his soul was fluctuating by silence.

But Zhang Jiuling didn't dare to stop, he felt that once he stopped, he would definitely go crazy.

It is even possible that as soon as you stop, you will give up continuing to pass the level.

"This is a test, Zhang Jiuling, no one of you can beat you. ”

Zhang Jiuling secretly reminded himself when his thinking was slack.

Then continue to plunge headlong into the endless loneliness and ancient books.

Tasting the loneliness that makes people feel heartbroken.

The endless history was quickly read by Zhang Jiuling.

Zhang Jiuling immediately switched to the hundred schools of learning, and the hundred schools here are no longer just ideological cognition.

Even in the entanglement and argumentation of many cultivators, most of the words here are extremely obscure.

But Zhang Jiuling still read it hard.

He suddenly remembered a movie he had watched, that after the extinction of human beings, there was only one human left on the earth, but after this human being experienced endless material comforts, he chose to commit suicide.

Once people are separated from human society, they will collapse, not to mention that this place is not as free as the end of the world.

He's even worse here than the apocalyptic environment.

"There are 110,000 volumes left. ”

"There are still 100,000 volumes. ”

Zhang Jiuling has been constantly counting numbers since he read it.

The purpose of climbing Taibai Mountain to apprentice is too far.

In order to prevent himself from seeing the hope of achieving his goals, Zhang Jiuling had to grade himself so-called goals, and he divided the books into many parts, 120,000 volumes, and he divided them into history, Zhuzi Hundred Schools, Ancient Gods and Monsters, and Spirits and Ghosts.

These were then divided into volumes, and then the texts were divided into volumes, setting small goals.

Time flies.

Trimester.

Half.

year.

Two years.

......

Zhang Jiuling really felt the passage of time, and in the loneliness, this feeling of passing itself was slowed down.

"I'm going to hurry. ”

Zhang Jiuling was really not sure if this was an illusion or if it was really real.

Whether it is the acceleration of the mind in the mind, or the slowing down of time, his own body to carry out the passage of time.

Little by little, his beard grew, and his hair grew longer.

The clothes on his body also gradually decayed over time.

Five years.

Decade.

Zhang Jiuling used his own practice to prove that even if he didn't stop reading for twelve years, he couldn't finish reading this endless book.

But he still kept reading, and at this time Zhang Jiuling's clothes were already torn.

And his countenance, under its raunchyness, began to grow old.

In human life, time always passes faster and faster.

Zhang Jiuling was still counting days by day at the beginning, and then it became ten days, and then it became one month, but in the next year, five years, and now it is ten years.

"It's been about thirty years. ”

Zhang Jiuling's originally youthful and high-spirited appearance has turned into a raunchy middle-aged bald uncle.

"Forty years. ”

"Fifty years. ”

"Before I knew it, a jiazi passed. ”

"I'm not going to die before I finish these books. ”

Seventy years have passed, Zhang Jiuling touched his long white beard, and then touched his wrinkled mottled skin.

The most ruthless is the streamer.

Seventy years have passed, and he has settled his heart in solitude.

No more impatience, no more yearning, no desire.

"At this rate, it should be enough for another six years. ”

Zhang Jiuling's voice was also hoarse, and his eyes were no longer as keen as before.

At the current rate, he finally calculated how long it would take him to finish his studies.

"Am I even thinking six years now?"

After a long sigh, Zhang Jiuling continued to start his own reading.

......

Seventy-six years later.

On the desktop, Zhang Jiuling drew the last trace.

"Entering this golden house, holding Yan Ruyu, it has been seventy-six years, and at the age of twenty-five, I am already in my old age, one hundred and one years old, how many hundred years is there in my life?"

Zhang Jiuling's hands trembled and he couldn't hold the pages in it, but he still slowly opened the last of the 120,000 books in the bookhouse.

This book is written about witchcraft.

"The art of witchcraft, the ghost of death is also Gu, and the resentment of the ghost is also a witch......"

After Zhang Jiuling finished reading the last paragraph of the book, he put down the book in his hand with trembling and unsteady hands.

"Among the seven levels, I can be regarded as passing the knowledge level. ”

Zhang Jiuling raised his head, looked at the top of the Endless Book House, and muttered.

There are two possibilities to go back, one is that he will still be this hundred-year-old when he goes back, and the other is that the hundred years have only passed in his consciousness, but his body is still twenty-five years old and strong.

For a moment, Zhang Jiuling suddenly felt his heart beat suddenly, and then as if he had lost his motivation, he squirted a mouthful of blood on the book, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say anything.

I just died?

The last thought left in Zhang Jiuling's heart was such a thing.

He had read for seventy-six years, and his body had passed the age of 100, and after completing the task of 100 years today, his crippled body could not hold on to the last days.

What a waste of seventy-six years!

Zhang Jiuling's consciousness was laughing wildly, after seventy-six years of study, three-quarters of his life was spent here, and he was not convinced.

In a trance, Zhang Jiuling felt that his body was rapidly detached from himself, as if his soul was out of his body.

Zhang Jiuling recalled the description of the underworld in the books he had read, and said in his heart: Next, should I go directly to the Netherworld Ghost Gate or will there be a ghost to answer it?

But none of this happened, Zhang Jiuling only felt that his body was light, and then his eyes were dark.

For a moment, there seemed to be endless darkness and silence.

Zhang Jiuling sat cross-legged quietly in the endless darkness.

As a man who has been able to maintain his will after 76 years of separation from human society, he is familiar with this loneliness, but books have turned into darkness.

"Eternal darkness?"

"It's just that the endless loneliness continues, and my heart is like water, is there still something to fear?"

After thinking about it, Zhang Jiuling continued to sit cross-legged.

In the midst of the endless darkness, the concept of time is distorted here.

When there is only one person left in the world, when death loses its meaning, all concepts of time have lost their original meaning.

Zhang Jiuling sat quietly alone in the boundless darkness and loneliness.

There is no madness, he is just looking for and thinking about himself in the endless darkness.

He had read endless knowledge, but he had never thought about it.

The countless knowledge left by Qin Chuming from ancient times flowed and dialectically in Zhang Jiuling's mind.

History repeats itself in Zhang Jiuling's mind, with countless struggles, countless arguments, hundreds of schools of thought, and countless schools of thought annexing.

Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, Mo, Ming, Guigu and countless other knowledge are constantly dialectical, and Zhang Jiuling is among the hundred schools of thought, re-learning and dialectic.

The techniques and origins of art, Tao, law, and power are turbulent.

Countless knowledge was constantly understood, sorted out, and then unified in Zhang Jiuling's mind.

Decade.

Twenty years.

One hundred years.

One hundred and twenty-four years later.

Zhang Jiuling woke up in the dark world.

"It's a pity, I should be considered a world-famous university scholar now, but I've been dead for more than a hundred years. ”

Zhang Jiuling laughed at himself in the dark, but his heart was like water.

As he whispered, a light appeared in the endless darkness.

The light pierced all darkness and silence.

The sound of the wind flowing through the air came into this eternal silence.

Zhang Jiuling lay on the grass above Taibai Mountain and opened his eyes.

The clouds remain.

The mountain rocks are still the same.

Alone in all directions and without seeing anyone.

"I? This is back?"

Zhang Jiuling groped around himself suspiciously, the clothes were still the same as those he had worn for seventy-six years, but there was no tattered feeling on them.

Zhang Jiuling clearly remembered that he was basically unclothed in the end, but now his clothes were the same as before he entered the study house.

A thought flashed through Zhang Jiuling's mind, this was the expected ending he had been waiting for for 124 years.

For the first time in Zhang Jiuling's heart, which had been calm for nearly two hundred years, there were waves.

His hands trembled slightly, and he slowly touched his face.

No messy beard.

There is no old, shriveled skin.

There is no crown of the head that has already bowed.

"It's back, it's all back. ”

Zhang Jiuling's hands trembled.

He exhaled a long breath that he had held for two hundred years.

At this time, he exhaled in one breath, and he only felt that his heart and vision seemed to be different in an instant.

"Two hundred years, dreaming back to youth. ”

"Hahaha...... At the top of Taibai Mountain, I'm here. ”

Zhang Jiuling didn't know if he had passed the level of perseverance, but as a teenager with a psychological age of more than two hundred years, he was already not afraid of all tests.

In the clouds and mist, Zhang Jiuling strode forward and launched a final charge towards the last peak of Taibai Mountain.

......

Above the sea of clouds, Qin Chuming's incarnation Ji Man completely opened his eyes.

"It's really talented, when the whole world celebrates!"

He flicked his sleeves, and the clouds suddenly dispersed.

The golden light of the Dao Dao rushed up from Taibai Mountain, shining the entire Qinling Dragon Vein with endless brilliance.

Satellites from various countries instantly monitored the scene.

If Ji Man didn't take the initiative to open the sea of clouds in the sky, then the satellites of the countries would not be able to observe everything on Taibai Mountain, but since Ji Man took the initiative to let go of the clouds and mist on Taibai Mountain, all countries could also see this scene.

Not only the countries, but also the endless monks of Kyushu who were thousands of miles away also felt this amazing momentum.

Shaolin, Wudang, Longhu Mountain, Lingyin Temple, Wutai Mountain, countless famous mountain hermitages all look at the distant Taibai Mountain.

"So what is?"

"On Taibai Mountain, something should have happened. ”

......

And the demon beasts that escaped from Kunlun that were dormant in countless famous mountains felt the momentum of the one on Taibai Mountain in the past, and they were instantly stunned.

They just said that he was reminding them not to cause trouble.

But in the ninth game, he knew that the only thing that could happen on Taibai Mountain was the apprentice on Taibai Mountain.

"Let the garrison under Taibai Mountain patrol the mountain every hour to search for people on the mountain at all times. ”

After Lin Yisheng gave this order, he turned around and muttered, "This time we have to see if this plan is successful or not." ”

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