At this moment, time seems to be trapped in an instant eternity, as if a long time has passed, and as if only a moment has passed......

Nangong clenched his fist fiercely, let it go again, and couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, and finally calmed down his turbulent mood.

Pushing the door again, I stepped inside, and a burst of intoxicating ink fragrance came to my face.

In the library pavilion, the mountain of books is heavy, behind the high bookshelf, a touch of green clothes can be faintly seen hidden in the middle, occasionally there are scholars holding the book and pacing, there are words in the mouth, reading as if intoxicated.

Suddenly, he hit the bookshelf with a bang, but he didn't care, rubbed his reddened forehead and continued to pace without raising his head, continuing to read.

Nangong took a deep breath and was about to move forward.

"Please stop!"

A middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian suddenly appeared next to him and blocked the way.

Nangong came back to his senses and saluted respectfully: "I've seen this mentor!"

When I came in with my mentor, I vaguely remembered that my tutor had mentioned that most of the people who could work in the library were bookworms.

They may not be good at cultivation, or they may not have high combat power, but they have been accompanied by books for many years, and they have their own heroic righteousness in their bodies, and there are thousands of ravines in their chests. If you go out of the library and travel all over the world, with what you have learned in your chest, you will definitely be able to become a great Confucian!

Such a person is not good at carrying a knife into battle, but he can lead people's livelihood and public opinion!

Such a person never bows his eyebrows and bends his waist to deal with the powerful, and never grovels to accompany the powerful.

For such a person, Nangong never hesitates to pay the highest respect and admiration!

The Confucian returned the salute and was about to speak, but suddenly saw the badge on Nangong's chest, obviously a little surprised.

After a "huh", this Confucian student immediately calmed down again, his face was not wavering, and he said indifferently: "Little brother, this floor is the highest level of the Library Pavilion, and there are a total of 162,756 books in it, all of which are the art of vertical and horizontal crossing, which has nothing to do with cultivation. If the little brother wants to find the cultivation method, he might as well move to the nineteenth layer. In my opinion, the exercises there are most suitable for your current realm, little brother!"

Sincerely, there is no lack of concern in the words.

Nangong was slightly stunned, and then explained with a smile: "Mentor, you have misunderstood, the student is from the Northwest Dragon City, and he has heard the name of the Qinglong Library Pavilion for a long time. ”

The words are sincere, this is Nangong's heartfelt words.

Looking at the clarity in his eyes, a hint of appreciation flashed in Confucian Sheng's eyes.

The Qinglong Library has a total of nine floors, and there are countless rare and unique books inside. Since the abandonment of the Protoss tens of thousands of years ago and the end of the Dark Age, many people with lofty ideals have begun to collect various rare classics to continue the fire of civilization on the mainland.

Later, the Qinglong Academy was established, and gradually developed into the first holy place in the mainland, the saint was born, and the seventy-two sages followed, and these classics were collected into the Qinglong Library Pavilion. After the changes of the times, countless classics have disappeared in history, and countless great sages have worked hard to write their will into books and add them to the collection.

For countless years, there have been countless books here, and it is more appropriate to say that it is not so much a library as a library pavilion!

Because here is a monument of history, a witness of the years, and a trace of time!

There are thousands of avenues, all in it.

When a cultivator enters here, he only needs to gently stretch out his hand, and he can catch the stars and the moon and obtain the path of the saint.

How many cultivators have lost their minds here and become book slaves.

And this young man was able to resist this temptation when he came for the first time, purely for admiration, and not crazy for those cultivation classics, this kind of mind is far beyond the reach of people.

For those who have done this, this Confucian scholar has only seen two kinds. One is the ignorant fool, the fool does not know the preciousness of the book, and it is understandable that the fool does not know the preciousness of the book. The other is a person with great wisdom, who can strengthen his heart and not be moved by external objects.

The young man's eyes were clear and determined, and it must be the latter. It's rare to have such a heart at such a young age!"

As soon as he thought of this, the color of appreciation in the eyes of Confucian scholars became more and more intense.

He looked at the badge on Nangong's chest, silently let go of his figure, and then gently reminded: "Since this is the case, then I won't hinder you, little brother." You have the Nine Rank Green Dragon Badge, and you can get it in the library pavilion. Just to remind you, these books, all of them are the work of the sages of the past dynasties, between the pen and ink sketches, there is the will of the sages contained in it, your current cultivation is still shallow, remember not to immerse yourself in it with your divine sense, for fear of backlash, lose your mind. ”

"Thank you for your advice!" Nangong Chang bowed to the end and sincerely thanked him.

The figure of the Confucian scholar disappeared into the sea of books, and Nangong strode forward at the moment.

casually took down a book beside him, Nangong looked at the cover and found that it was a copy of "Zhongzhou Experience".

Looking at the author again, it is really Xu Xiake.

He had read this book, and he also had one at home.

At home that day, Liang Zi found the legend of the resurrection of the dead in this book, and the "Golden Sutra of the Sun" and the tomb guards mentioned at that time were from this book.

"Could it be that this is the original?"

Nangong was very strange in his heart, and couldn't help but turn the title page.

He kept in mind the reminder of the Confucian student, collected his mind, and his divine consciousness was locked in the sea of knowledge, and he only read the book with an ordinary reading attitude.

Unexpectedly, he only glanced at it, and was seduced by the strokes in it, and before he knew it, his divine consciousness had left the sea of knowledge and immersed himself in the book.

The more Nangong watched it, the more fascinated he became, and his mind traveled all the way to Zhongzhou with the late author Xu Xiake, unable to extricate himself!

Suddenly, there was a shock in the sea, and Nangong only felt as if he was in the sea, fluctuating, and the stormy waves were rushing in, and he couldn't help himself.

Nangong was shocked, knowing that he was already lost in the book, and his heart was shocked, so he hurriedly bit his tongue fiercely.

There was a sharp pain, and he suddenly woke up from the environment. His eyes were sour, as if he was dazzled by a strong light, Nangong couldn't help but squint, but tears were left uncontrollably at the corners of his eyes.

He glanced at the book in his hand and found that he only saw the second page.

After closing his eyes and contemplating for a while, Nangong was immediately shocked that he didn't even remember a word of the content in the book, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes and the blood on his lips, he put the book of "Zhongzhou Records of Experience" back in its original place with lingering palpitations, Nangong no longer had nostalgia, nor did he dare to be nostalgic, and slowly continued to move forward.

Layer by layer, each line of dozens of steps, you will encounter a layer of invisible enchantment, Nangong has a badge on his body, of course, it is like nothing.

On the contrary, I saw many scholars who were fascinated by reading along the way, and they hit the enchantment headlong and fell to the ground.

With Fang Cai's experience, Nangong knew in his heart that these enchantments were obviously not for protection, but for protection!

Protect those students who are not cultivated enough, and they can't suppress the desire in their hearts and staggered into those areas that are beyond their realm.

And that green dragon badge is a pass.

What kind of badge you have, what kind of area you can enter, what kind of book you read.

All the way unimpeded, Nangong walked around the flowers, with an admiring mentality, and soon walked through the ninth floor of the entire library pavilion.

What he saw on the way, he was amazed in his heart, and secretly shocked by the badge given by Miss Lance.

It seems that this badge is really as she said, and the authority is amazing!

If Nangong is willing, he will spend the night in Lord Qinglong's room tonight, I'm afraid it's not impossible!

As soon as she thought of this, Nangong couldn't help but overestimate Miss Lance's identity a little.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered that the purpose of his trip was to check whether Dean Fu Qinglong had returned, so that he could hand over the dwarven relics, and now he had spent too much time in the library pavilion.

Nangong slapped his forehead: "If you go back tonight, you have to continue to cultivate! If you are late, I am afraid that you will be nagged by this girl Liang Zi again!"

So he walked out of the book mountain quickly, and when he passed by the last row of bookshelves, he suddenly saw a copy of "Green Apricot Roll" on the shelf, Nangong's heart moved, and a touch of snow-white clothes and a cold pretty face flashed in his mind, so he took the book down and held it in his hand.

When he went out to the door, he saw the Confucian scholar from before. He was sitting on a chair by the door, holding a book in his hand, reading with relish.

The book was called "The World Is So ......", and the last word was covered by his hand, and Nangong didn't see it clearly.

As soon as the Confucian saw Nangong, he stood up from his chair. He obviously didn't expect Nangong to come out so soon, his expression was quite surprised, and then the look of appreciation in his eyes condensed a little, and it was almost flowing out.

Nangong hurriedly showed the "Qingxing Next Volume" in his hand to the Confucian student, and asked, "May I ask the tutor, I don't know if this book can be borrowed?"

"It's rare! I didn't expect you to be a healer, little brother!" the Confucian scholar closed the scroll, put his hand behind his back, and praised it.

Nangong smiled awkwardly and said, "Tutor, you have misunderstood! The student borrowed the book, not for himself, but to give it to his friends. I wonder if this book can be borrowed?"

"Hehe, I see!" The Confucian boy rubbed his chin a few times with his hand and stroked his short beard, and said, "No one else can borrow this book, but you can, little brother." Badges are here!"

Nangong hurriedly took off the badge as he said and respectfully handed it to the Confucian student.

I saw that the Confucian suddenly took out a jade slip from the bookshelf on the side, swept it at the book "Qing Xing Xia Juan", a faint red light swept over the writing, and then picked up the badge of Nangong and swept it at the jade slip, and then returned the book to Nangong along with the badge, and said: "It's okay! Remember, it must be returned within seven days!"

Nangong hurriedly thanked him, and was about to go out with the book. Suddenly remembered a certain question, so he returned to the Confucian and said, "May I ask sir, how to control the portal?"

The Confucian was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect Nangong to ask such a question when he went and returned. But he didn't put his doubts into his mouth, but patiently explained.

Listening to his explanation, Nangong suddenly realized.

It turned out that the crystal plate on the portal was called the control center, and the nine spars on it were also as Nangong guessed, corresponding to the numbers one to nine.

However, what made Nangong depressed and bloodthirsty was that the portal was made by the dwarves, and the control center was of course designed according to the habits of the dwarves.

Therefore, the numbers corresponding to the nine crystal stones should be counted from bottom to top and from left to right, not from top to bottom as Nangong thought.

If you want to go to whichever layer, press and hold the corresponding spar on that layer, and then enter True Qi. If the number of layers is exactly ten, then press and hold three breaths, and then let go.

This is the reason why Nangong pressed the second of the third row and the first of the first row, and wanted to teleport to the eighty-first floor, but was teleported to the twenty-seventh floor, which is the ninth floor of the library pavilion where he is currently located.

Unexpectedly, such a big joke was inadvertently made, Nangong couldn't help but blush, laughed, and left.