Big!

It's huge!

It's so big!

Looking at the castle-like library in front of him, Zhong Wen felt that his vocabulary was a little poor, and he couldn't find the right words to describe it.

At first glance, the entire library building has about five floors, and each floor is almost as high as two floors of an ordinary building.

Follow Ran Sujuan into the main entrance of the library building, at a glance, the area of the ground floor is about half a football field, teak-colored bookshelves are neatly arranged, and the four walls are also made into book walls, starting from the ground to the top of the floor, all the space is fully used to place books, not even a gap has been wasted, quite the style of some island designers.

A series of white figures shuttled back and forth in the library building, judging from the momentum on their bodies, most of them were Heavenly Wheel or even Spirit Venerable cultivators, and there were very few Earth Wheel cultivators, and they all looked very young, most of them were new children who had just started.

"Sister Ran, are all the five-story buildings full of classical books?" Zhong Wen was too shocked, Zhong Wen felt his mouth dry and asked with difficulty.

"It's all four floors below. Ran Sujuan took the trouble to introduce, "The fifth floor is a resting place for everyone to exchange theological experiences, and there are tea and snacks available. ”

It is worthy of being a holy place, and it is so service-minded!

Zhong Wen casually browsed through the categories on the various bookshelves, and after a while, he stood in front of a shelf marked "Spiritual Skill", reached out and took out a classic, and flipped through it casually.

"Found the 'Psychics' book 'Military Fist', is it included? Yes/No. ”

In the blink of an eye, a spiritual technique called "Military Body Fist" was placed in the "bronze grade" line of the bookshelf in his head.

What kind of garbage is this!

Zhong Wen couldn't help but be disappointed, and complained fiercely in his heart.

He didn't believe in evil, so he put the book back on the shelf and took out the one next to him.

"Found the 'Psychics' book 'Broken Stone Palm', is it included? Yes/No. ”

Looking at the "Broken Stone Palm" that was placed in the "Silver Grade" line, he felt that the whole person was not good.

With Ran Sujuan by his side, surrounded by people from the Holy Land Gate, Zhong Wen naturally did not want to perform the "Dafa of Touching Books" like he did in the Medicine King Valley and the Thunder Sound Valley, so he had to take each book in his hand and flip it twice, pretending to read.

After collecting several bronze and silver spiritual skills, Zhong Wen turned his head in confusion and asked, "Sister Ran, the spiritual skills collected by the Academy Palace seem to be of a low grade......

"The gold-grade exercises and spiritual skills are all on the fourth floor. Ran Sujuan nodded in approval, "The level of spiritual skills here is indeed not high, it is mainly used for text research, and the people of the Holy Land Gate themselves will not cultivate." ”

"Gold grade?" Zhong Wen said puzzled, "Shouldn't the spiritual skills cultivated by the people in the Holy Land surpass the gold grade?"

"I knew you were going to ask this. Ran Sujuan smiled and said, "There are naturally some spiritual skills that surpass the gold grade, and there are some versions that have been completely translated, but they are all collected in the palace of the saint, even if they are in the palace, not everyone is qualified to cultivate, only if they have achievements in theology and literature, and obtain credits, they will be rewarded by the saint." ”

"So stingy. Zhong Wen muttered quietly.

Ran Sujuan also has a heavenly wheel cultivation, how keen her perception is, she naturally heard his complaints, and couldn't help but be angry and funny: "In this school palace, there are many guests from the outside world like you, if you place high-grade spiritual skills here at will, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not fall to the outside world, even if secular people can't interpret it, they can't prevent other major holy places from coveting it, you must know that there is still competition between the seven holy places." ”

"My sister is right. Zhong Wen scratched his head and said a little embarrassed, "I'm a little thirsty from shopping, let's go to the fifth floor for some tea." ”

Since it is inconvenient to perform the "Dafa of Touching Books", and there are no high-grade spiritual skills to steal in the layers below, Zhong Wen suddenly became excited, and felt that instead of reading some useless books here, it was better to drink tea with the beautiful sister in front of him and talk about a happy life.

The two of them climbed up one floor at a time, and with each floor they went up, there would be fewer people reading books in the Holy Land Gate.

On the fourth floor, there were only a dozen people on the same floor of the same size, and most of them had cultivated beyond Zhong Wen's perceptual scope, and they had obviously reached the realm of Lingzun.

I thought that my current strength was already very considerable, but when I came to the Holy Land, I found that I was still a weak chicken.

Zhong Wen's self-confidence was greatly hit, he cried and mourned, and followed Ran Sujuan to the fifth floor in frustration.

The whole floor has a sudden change in painting style, there are no more densely arranged wooden bookshelves, and there are rectangular wooden tables in the wide floor, and a bench is placed on each side of each table, on which there are some people dressed in white who sit here and there.

In the open space in the center of the floor, there is a circle of people in white, who are intently observing something, discussing with each other from time to time, and the atmosphere is quite lively.

A beautiful girl in white walks between the various square tables with a teapot in her hand, adding tea and pouring water for the guests from time to time.

"Sister Juan, why do you have time to come over today?" Seeing Ran Sujuan, the girl's eyes lit up, and she approached with a smile to greet her.

"Come and sit with this distinguished guest. Ran Sujuan nodded at Zhong Wen, "Xiaolan, serve two cups of tea and a pot of pastries." ”

The girl smiled and responded, and soon sent the tea and pastries to Ran Sujuan's table.

"Haven't those two guests left yet?" Ran Sujuan stretched out her slender hand and pointed to the crowd in the center of the floor.

"Isn't it?" Xiao Lan pursed her lips and smiled, "These two compete three times a day, vowing to win Senior Sister Ning's heart, but I am afraid that they will not leave the Academy Palace in a short period of time." ”

"How is the battle going today?" Ran Sujuan shook her head helplessly and asked casually.

"Master Chu has already lost twice. Xiaolan seemed to have some regret in her tone, "In the past few days, he hasn't won against Master Zhu once." ”

"Sister Ran, what's going on?" Hearing the words "Senior Sister Ning", Zhong Wen suddenly became interested, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

"Since you and Xiaojie are old acquaintances, it doesn't hurt to tell you. Ran Sujuan said truthfully, "The first two guests there are Zhu Cong Zhu from the 'Seven Star Pavilion' and Chu Qiuyang Chu from the 'Lingxiao Holy Land', both of them are admirers of Xiao Jie, and they have been staying in the school palace without leaving, most of them have the intention of 'holding the beauty back'." ”

"Oh?" Zhong Wen heard this, and a peerless face like Ning Jie's fairy appeared in his mind, and his curiosity rose, and he couldn't help but stand up and walk towards the crowd, "I'll go and see the excitement." ”

Ran Sujuan thought that he was young and liked to be lively, but she didn't persuade him, but squeezed into the crowd with him.

I saw that above the central clearing, two middle-aged men were fighting with their fists and feet, and the man on the left was dressed in white and fluttering, born plump and handsome, with a dignified appearance, and his fists and feet were chic with a hint of grandeur.

The man on the right is dressed in a yellow shirt, although his appearance is delicate, but there is a hint of cunning, his moves are smart and light, and he turns like he wants, in terms of style, he seems to be faintly restrained by the man in white.

The two seem to have agreed to only compare moves, and both control their spiritual power at the level of the earth wheel.

"Sister Ran, aren't these two theological scholars?" Zhong Wen was puzzled, "Why is it not more than knowledge, but more than fists and feet?"

"Zhong Wen, you can pass the stone tablet test, but you don't know that there is a difference between literary fighting and martial arts in the divine text competition?" Ran Sujuan was once again surprised by Zhong Wen's lack of common sense.

Zhong Wen didn't answer, just looked at her with a pair of innocent big eyes.

Ran Sujuan's face was slightly hot when she was stared at by him, and she sighed and said: "The so-called martial arts is that two theological scholars each choose a book of the same level of ancient spiritual skills, read and practice within the specified time, and then only compete with these two spiritual skills. ”

"I see. Zhong Wen suddenly realized, "The younger brother used to be just a person at home behind closed doors, and he never communicated and discussed with others, but he didn't know much about the rules in this regard. ”

"You can achieve such a state by self-study, and your talent is amazing. Ran Sujuan glanced at him, and had another layer of understanding of the peculiarity of this young man.

During the conversation, the man in the yellow shirt in the field seized an opportunity, rubbed himself close to the opponent, and opened the right arm of the man in white with his left hand in a strange posture, and at the same time took the opponent's throat with his right hand.

The man in white had already used his moves, and when he couldn't dodge, he was choked by the right hand of the man in the yellow shirt and shook his head helplessly: "I lost." ”

"Brother Chu, I agreed. The man in the yellow shirt took two steps back, smiled and arched his hand, "In this way, we have a total of fifty-seven games, and you have only won nine games, and the victory or defeat is clear at a glance, will you continue tomorrow?"

"Brother Zhu is right, Chu has been defeated. This man in white is none other than Chu Qiuyang, a young scholar from the "Lingxiao Holy Land", "But if you say to give up, it's still too early, the matter of men and women, it's not just about spiritual cultivation and theological attainments, before Miss Ning didn't say anything, Chu still had a trace of fantasy in his heart." ”

"Brother Chu's kindness is really admirable. The man in the yellow shirt is naturally Zhu Cong, the "little Zhuge " from the "Seven Star Pavilion", "You are willing to humiliate yourself, and Zhu should accompany you." ”

There was no disguise of contempt in the words.

"In the past few days, I have learned from Brother Zhu, which has made Chu feel a lot. Chu Qiuyang shook his head and said with a sincere expression, "Even if there is no matter of Miss Ning, Chu has already benefited a lot, so why not take her own humiliation." ”

Zhu Cong sneered and said: "Brother Chu can think like this, it would be better, when my brother and I get married to Miss Ning, I will definitely invite my brother to drink a glass of wine." ”

Without waiting for Chu Qiuyang to answer, a voice suddenly sounded in the crowd: "Isn't this Sister Ning Jiening's martial arts competition?"