Zhu Luan, who was lying on the pile of books, turned his head when he heard the sound, and the eyes of the two met in the air, looking at each other.

Zhu Luan's gaze crashed into the man's misty eyes.

Song Huaizhu's gaze fell into the woman's radiant eyes.

"It's you." Then the two said in unison.

Zhu Luan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "I thought you and that monk had left a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to be here, but it seems that Gongzi has forgotten me." ”

"I just recognized." Song Huaizhu was silent for a moment and replied seriously.

Zhu Luan nodded, then withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at the bookshelf opposite in a daze.

The scene suddenly cooled down, Song Huaizhu didn't understand why this woman had to climb up the scripture pavilion again and again, after all, the scriptures that the donor often borrowed had been placed in a small study room in the backyard of the temple, and the collection of books left here was relatively profound, and it really didn't look like something that would be of interest to everyone.

Although he felt that it was very troublesome, because the monks guarding this place had asked him to take care of him temporarily before leaving, he still asked, "Miss Zhu, what are you doing here?" ”

The man's cold and flawless voice echoed among the bookshelves, Zhu Luan turned his head slightly and glanced at Song Huaizhu, "I want to find some books, but there are too many books here, I only found some of them, and there are many that I haven't found, and I didn't see the monks in care, so I had to wait here." ”

"What books are you looking for?"

"The county test, the township test, and the Zhujuan of the state roads in the past ten years, Songyang, Yingtian, Xiangshan, Zhitai, Lianshan, Songzhou, Yimen, Lizheng, Zuijingtang, Goose Lake, Bailuzhou, Wufeng, Lianchi, Hualin, and Culai Academy have been revised in the past five years, and the new version of the seventy-two scriptures revised in the past ten years has new annotations."

The girl's voice was crisp, like rain hitting a new lotus, and a stream of brains flowed out.

"Hmm......" Song Huaizhu's face was as usual, pondered for a moment, and then raised his head and stared into the eyes of the girl in front of him.

If ordinary guards and monks, in the face of this series of cannons, the title of the book will probably want to say that this young lady in front of you are not teasing me.

Song Huaizhu didn't ask that, just looked at her.

The two people were very close to each other, their eyes looked at each other, but there was no panic in the girl's eyes, no shyness, no vigilance, no fear, only calm.

These eyes were really beautiful, and they were very similar to the feeling left to him by the eyes in his distant and vague memory. It was with these eyes that he recognized her for the first time.

It's a lot like, but it can't be.

Maybe it was because he had been looking for too long and was inconclusive, and he was tired for a while, or it could be because these eyes were too special, Song Huaizhu didn't look away immediately.

Her eyes are clear, and because they are clear, the light is refracted and scattered in them, so it looks brilliant. Not stained with a little dust and sophistication, like a newborn baby, but after this tranquility, there is a feeling of reading all the red dust and experiencing the world for a long time, just like an old man who has gone through hardships, these two feelings should be contradictory, but they do not conflict when they fall on this woman, they are fused together, forming an indescribable charm.

Then he read in those eyes that she was talking very seriously.

She was genuinely longing for these books.

Then he decided to take the girl's order.

Then Song Huaizhu walked around the bookshelves.

His speed was very fast, as if he had planned the route in his mind in advance, zigzag and shuttled between the towering bookshelves, and kept pulling out books from the bookshelves during the shuttle intervals, and when the books in his hand were piled up high, he returned to the place where Zhu Luan was, neatly placed them on the ground covered with oiled paper, and then returned to the bookshelves again to start going back and forth.

Every time the books were about to fill up, he just reached the bookshelf closer to her.

The entire collection of books in the Scripture Pavilion seemed to be in his mind, and the movements were smooth and smooth, and they were even more pleasing to the eye because of their coherence.

Zhu Luan narrowed his eyes, looking at the incredible book-finding action of the young man in front of him with some surprise, watching him wander between the bookshelves, jumping up lightly from time to time, and easily picking up the books on the higher part of the bookshelf.

"He is worthy of being a grandmaster of the Unenlightened Realm," Zhu Luan sighed in a low voice.

I didn't expect to see a grandmaster in the unknown realm one day using his knowledge and martial arts to find books for others.

In a sense, this is also a breathtaking scene.

In front of Zhu Luan, a hill of books was quickly piled up. Books thick and thin, new and old, were neatly stacked in front of her.

An hour passed, and Song Huaizhu came to her with a stack of books that were taller than she looked.

"That's all, the Shiwen of Lotus Pond Academy and Wufeng Academy has not been received here, Yingtian Academy has been missing for nearly three years, and the Qianmen Sutra in the seventy-two scriptures is missing the latest version, but I don't think the annotations of this version are of much use......"

Around the pile of books on the ground and the books that were not found, Song Huaizhu naturally began to explain the situation to Zhu Luan.

Zhu Luan also naturally expressed his doubts.

And this one-sided explanation naturally turned into a conversation between the two.

This conversation in the Scripture Pavilion was very light, but the atmosphere was not as cold as before.

Truly clever cultivators are often both civil and military, because of that person's enlightenment to him, Song Huaizhu has always liked to read on the path of cultivation, and in reading, he often encounters problems, and the conversation between the two about books naturally expands to these problems.

In this conversation about all the books related to Shiwen, academies, editions, etc., Song Huaizhu raised questions that were very difficult and of a very high level, Zhu Luan listened quietly most of the time, and occasionally said a few words, but those few words were always like the bright moon on the sea, the pattern was very high, and the insights were profound, both coincided with his views, and there were also new angles that he had not considered, which made him see a new path.

This made him a little surprised, and then a little admired, this girl in the cultivation and reading of the knowledge of the unimaginable high, like the gathering, he has seen a lot of people of the same generation as his own generation, including those who are both civil and military geniuses, although they are also knowledgeable, but compared with her is obviously a big difference, among the peers he has seen in his life, only his own junior brother can compare with her, of course, there is also his enlightener who brought him into this world.

A hint of interest appeared in Song Huaizhu's cold eyes.

The voices of the two men were getting softer and softer, and the two of them sat against the bookshelf at a distance of a foot, talking softly, occasionally thinking in silence for a moment, frowning slightly, and then he offered some kind of explanation, and she said another possibility.

The atmosphere is peaceful and unwelcoming.

It was at this time.

Sudden mutations.

"Hey...... The atmosphere is very good. You don't have time to come to my house and have a tryst with a woman here? A cold female voice suddenly appeared.

A sword pierced through the bookshelf behind Zhu Luan.

Piercing through the girl's chest.