Bai Cangdong thought that he would be able to see the Demon Emperor when he entered the palace, but who knew that Jingchen let him enter the palace, but he just arranged a job for him to copy books in a collection of the palace. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bai Cangdong's daily work is to copy the classics in the library from morning to night, these classics are basically the poems and songs written by demons, subhumans and humans since the establishment of the Demon Emperor City, but all those who are famous are recorded and left here.

"What does it mean for me to do this?" Bai Cangdong thought to himself in his heart, it seems that a character like Jingchen should have some deep meaning in doing things, and it is impossible to just make some meaningless arrangements.

But Bai Cangdong really couldn't think of what he could do by copying books here, although this was also in the palace, but what he could see every day was just some guards and hidden administrators, and it was impossible to see the emperor at all.

And there is no such thing as any practice secrets hidden here, and copying these poems and songs doesn't seem to be of any benefit to him.

No matter how you look at it, copying books here is pointless work.

Bai Cangdong suddenly thought of something, and said secretly in his heart: "If there are poems and songs created by everyone in the Demon City, then the poems and songs created by Jingchen are also here, right?

However, the books here are not copied as much as they want, they are also distributed by the managers of the collection, and Bai Cangdong wants to see the poems and songs written by Jing Chen, so he can only take advantage of the moment of rest in the middle.

Fortunately, it is not forbidden to read books here, so that Bai Cangdong found the poems written by Jing Chen, the poems written by Jing Chen are all five words and seven words, and most of them are poems about scenes, and I can't see anything.

At first glance, there is only one poem that is particularly strange.

The poem that Bai Cangdong felt strange was the one that "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform." There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust. This was originally written by him to Jingchen, and it is not strange to see it here.

It's strange that what is treasured here is generally the original, that is to say, this poem should have been written by Jing Chen himself, but Jing Chen wrote a wrong word.

Originally, there was nothing, and this nothingness was written as a Tianyi thing, if it wasn't for being careful, it would hardly be able to see the difference, but Bai Cangdong had read it many times, and he was sure that he was not wrong, and what Jingchen wrote was indeed a heavenly character, not a wordless.

"Could it be that Jing Chen made a mistake when he wrote it?" Bai Cangdong felt that this possibility was too low, how could a person like Jing Chen write a poem and write the wrong words.

"If it's not a mistake, but it is deliberately written as a heavenly character, then what does this heavenly character mean? Does it refer to the above?" Bai Cangdong looked up and looked at it, and the ceiling was above, made of pure stone, and there was no pattern.

Thinking about it, I don't think it can mean the above, after all, the books in the middle are all sorted out by the managers, and sometimes there will be some changes, and they are not always fixed in one place, and it is impossible for Jingchen to know where the book will be placed.

"If it doesn't refer to the location, then what does this heavenly character mean?" Bai Cangdong read the poem several times in the wrong way.

"Originally, there was a thing in the sky, and there was a thing in the sky...... Bai Cangdong thought about it for a while, and he didn't think of any difference between this day and nothing.

After thinking about it for a long time, Bai Cangdong didn't have a clue, and the time to rest had come, Bai Cangdong could only put the book back in its original place and continue to go back to copy the book.

After working in this way for a few days, Bai Cangdong quietly looked at the book every time there was no one, and the book was about to be ruined by him, and he didn't find a clue.

"Is it really just a mistake?" Bai Cangdong's judgment of himself was a little shaken in his heart.

But soon he rejected this idea, and Jingchen asked him to work here, and it happened that there was a typo in the poem he wrote to Jingchen in Jingchen's book, which was not accidental.

Half a month has passed, and Bai Cangdong still hasn't been able to find out the clue, he comes here every day to copy books, and he hasn't even seen Jingchen's face again.

"Where are you going? Come back to me. "It's getting late, today's copying work has ended, Bai Cangdong was about to go home, but was stopped by the manager Zhao Chenfeng.

"I don't know what the landlord commands?" Bai Cangdong asked with some surprise.

This Zhao Chenfeng is a sub-person, a person who is favored by the right protector, and the right protector and Jingchen, the left protector, have always been on the same page, so Zhao Chenfeng naturally has no good face for Bai Cangdong, Bai Cangdong has been here for so long, and a large number of copying tasks have been arranged every day, and these tasks are enough for him to copy for several years.

"It's your turn to keep vigil today, don't you know?" Zhao Chenfeng looked at Bai Cangdong and sneered.

"Vigil?" Bai Cangdong frowned slightly.

Of course, Bai Cangdong knew that there would be people in the Book Pavilion who were responsible for the vigil every day, but not to protect these books, but to read all the books that everyone copied during the day to see if there were any mistakes.

Bai Cangdong remembered that he had just arrived, and according to the order of the shift, he should have been his turn to vigil for more than a month, why was it only half a month, and it was his turn to keep vigil.

"What are you doing? Don't you go?" Zhao Chenfeng glared at him, without even an explanation.

Bai Cangdong didn't say anything, and walked into the special room for vigil.

This is to prevent the comparison from touching the books in the collection at night, so that the night watchman will be locked in it, and the comparison work will be completed in it all night until the next day the collection is opened.

Including the books he copied today, many books have been placed on the bookcase, and many books have been piled up, and many of them are not copied today.

"These books, you have to complete them all tonight, and pick out the wrong books, otherwise don't blame me for doing things according to the rules. Zhao Chenfeng said coldly, turned around and left.

Bai Cangdong frowned slightly, knowing that Zhao Chenfeng was deliberately manipulating him, there were so many books here, how could he compare them overnight.

But if he didn't compare them one by one, he just piled up the books casually, which was considered a comparison, Bai Cangdong believed that tomorrow Zhao Chenfeng would definitely pick out a book full of mistakes from the books he compared, and he would only be even worse at that time.

Bai Cangdong had no choice but to compare them one by one slowly, and he didn't covet how fast it was, it was impossible for him to finish comparing all the books.

After doing it for a while, Bai Cangdong's eyes were a little dry, he rubbed his eyes and stretched, raised his head and turned his neck, but Bai Cangdong suddenly froze, and his eyes stared straight at the ceiling.

"If the word heaven is not wrong, it is nothing, and its sound is the house, and the whole Tibetan is an open structure building, the first floor is completely open, with rows and rows of bookshelves, and the only place in the whole Tibetan that can be called a house is only this single vigil house. Bai Cangdong was ecstatic in his heart. (To be continued.) )