In the book industry, these books are roughly divided into history, biography, astronomy, geography, Confucian classics, the art of war, agriculture and industry, architecture, military casting, exercises, combat skills, etc., almost everything, vast and amazing.

Yan Qing was amazed, and then began to browse quickly, and then analyzed which books she needed to read. As a result, I found that history, biographies, astronomy, geography, customs, exercises, combat skills, cultivation, etc., were all things that I needed to see, and I couldn't help but have a big head.

The books collected in the book for tens of thousands of years will not be able to be read for 10,000 years, even if you continue to read them day and night. Although the books are divided into categories, there are still more than 10,000 books in each category.

It had been more than half a day since she entered the book career, and Yan Qing still had a feeling that she didn't know where to start, so she had to randomly draw a book on cultivation to read.

After browsing quickly, he pulled out another one, and two hours passed, Yan Qing's hands were sore, and her eyes were dazzled. I stretched my waist and found that snacks, fruits, and tea were actually prepared in the book, and I couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Gobbling up some snacks, fruits, and tea, he continued to look at it.

However, if you don't look at it, you don't know that most of the animal skin rolls and bamboo slips here are old antiques, and some even go back to ancient times, and the years are frighteningly old. However, these books do not record any earth-shattering secrets about antiquity, just some ordinary records, and the value is not very high.

As for being able to preserve it for so long, it is obvious that it has been processed by later generations in a special way to preserve it.

For several days in a row, Yan Qing has been quickly flipping through books on cultivation and history, most of them are glanced at once or twice, and when they see that there is nothing they want, they immediately put it down, and if they see something interesting, they will look at it twice.

Moreover, you can't understand how to read, just know it.

With the increase in reading, Yan Qing's understanding of this world is also increasing, especially the knowledge of cultivation, which is rapidly filling the gap.

I didn't understand a lot of things before, but now I feel like I've suddenly realized it.

It was only a few days later, Yan Qing found that his cultivation had become more consolidated, although the power of the Divine Tiger had not increased, but his strength was soaring.

It was very quiet in the book, it seemed that Yan Qing was the only one, and he wondered: "Don't see other disciples?" Could it be ......?"

At this time, I couldn't help but think of the order given to the disciples by the Great Elder when he came, and they should be trained for three years. Just when Yan Qing thought that she was the only one in the entire book, she suddenly found a figure in the depths of the book.

This is a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, dressed in clear clothes, and his body is very thin, as if he will fall down when the wind blows. However, there is a very quiet atmosphere on the body, giving people a feeling of youth and old age, which is very extraordinary.

At this time, he was reading a book quietly, and he didn't seem to notice that Yan Qing was looking at him.

Yan Qing looked at it for a while, and didn't pay attention to the other party again, but it was a little strange, since all the disciples of the lower courtyard had gone to do three years of penance, why could he still stay here to read?

However, Yan Qing's mind was on these books, and she didn't have the heart to pay attention to anything else, and continued to look at the books frantically, constantly sucking the knowledge in the books.

The more I watched, the more I felt enlightened about my practice.

Yan Qing reads books very quickly, and every page is basically scanned, although it is only a glance, but it is basically able to write down the words on a page, and now there is no need to understand, just know it.

A few more days have passed, and Yan Qing doesn't know how many books she has read in the past ten days, but there are no less than a hundred, and she feels dizzy at this time, and her head seems to explode.

"No, if you keep reading it, you're going to faint, absorb too much knowledge at once, and it will take some time to sort it out. At this time, Yan Qing was unkempt, her face was pale, her eyes were full of blood, and her body was suddenly much thinner.

Reluctantly put down the books in his hand and walked out of the book.

The door of the book opened, and a ray of sunlight shone on Yan Qing's body, making him unable to open his eyes all of a sudden, feeling very dazzling.

After leaving Shuya, Yan Qing went straight to the cafeteria of the college.

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After the mountain axe got up, he didn't see Yan Qing, so he went to the cafeteria alone, and then walked to the central square with a broom, and when he saw the stone tablet, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The world-famous "Heavenly Emperor's Divine Fist" turned out to be a wordless monument.

"This, this...... Dead old man, he dared to trick me. The mountain axe suddenly became angry, but he was angry, and finally sat down obediently in front of the stone tablet to see if he could understand it.

said that he was contemplating, but in fact, he was looking at the stele in a daze, and it was a whole day.

The next day, the mountain axe still came to the central square in a daze, but he became more and more angry with the dead old man, and he wanted to chop him with an axe.

On the third day, I was still looking at the stele in a daze.

On the fifth day, the mountain axe no longer went to the central square, but carried a broom to sweep the floor, and swept it for five or six days, sweeping the entire academy.

"It's strange, where did Brother Yan go, why haven't you seen him for so many days?" the mountain axe grunted as he swept the floor boredly.

On the eleventh day, the mountain axe was so bored that he squatted in the courtyard of Qingdao Ju to watch the ants, and after watching the ants, he went to see the morning glory, and after watching the morning glory, he went to see the butterflies......

"It's too quiet and elegant, and it's not suitable for a literate reader like me...... Brother Yan, where are you, are you dead, if you die, I will burn the paper for you......" The mountain axe lazily lay on a piece of bluestone to bask in the sun, with a grass in his mouth.

At this time, two young figures rarely appeared outside Qingdao Ju, both of them were dressed in white, and they were both carrying a long sword behind them, exuding an incomparable sharp aura.

Moreover, the two teenagers are very similar in appearance and seem to be twins.

"Qingdao Ju, this is it. One of the teenagers stared at Dao, his gaze a little gloomy.

"I don't know how many years we've been preparing to enter the True Dragon Palace?" said another young man, his face extremely cold.

"Get in! Get your spot back. ”

"Hmph, with a pair of six hundred, if I am here, I can beat them to the ground with one hand, and the group of disciples in the lower courtyard are idiots at all. Then the two teenagers kicked open the gate of the courtyard and walked in. Seeing the mountain axe lying on the bluestone by the ancient well basking in the sun, he shouted: "You are Yanqing?"

The mountain axe opened his eyes and looked at the two people, feeling that the person who came was not good, and said politely: "Who are you? Don't you know if you can enter the Qingdao Residence? Get out and close the door again." ”

"Look for death!" a teenager sneered.

"Others are afraid of you Yan Qing, but our two brothers are not. The other teenager said, then drew his sword behind his back and attacked the two together.

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