When Mo Liang came to the academy, the academy had just opened. The handyman who had just blasted away Mo Liang last night, and when he saw Mo Liang appear on time, a pair of small eyes immediately widened.

Under the gaze of the miscellaneous servants, Mo Liang paid a contribution point and entered the academy.

This drill is a day. With Mo Liang's efforts, a contribution point is really valuable.

When the museum was closed, Mo Liang was caught by the handyman again, and urged him to put the stack of more than 100 books back in place, and then watched him leave suspiciously.

When the moon hung in the sky, Mo Liang returned to the dilapidated house.

Dou Xiaofei poked her head out of the window on time, summoned Mo Liang, and looked at the moon in the sky to chat with him.

"Why can you have such a strong strength at such a young age, although the Northwest Holy City is not big, you must be very powerful!" Dou Xiaofei was a little stunned, and seemed to whisper to the moon.

Mo Liang rubbed his chin and glanced at her sideways, "Sister Xiaofei, you seem to want great power. ”

"Yes, who doesn't want it?" Dou Xiaofei sneered, "My strength is stronger, and I can go to 5th Street, 6th Street, 7th Street, or even 24th Street to sell braised eggs." Perhaps, you can go further and farther......"

"Ha~ Sister Xiaofei, why do you always want to sell braised eggs? When you are strong, shouldn't you do something more powerful?"

"What's more powerful......" Dou Xiaofei held up her chin and raised her head, looked at the moon in the sky with sparkling eyes, and blinked, "But I just want to sell braised eggs!"

Mo Liang smiled hesitantly, looked at Dou Xiaofei and did not speak. He could see that Dou Xiaofei seemed to have some mood swings today, perhaps, the braised egg had a different meaning for her.

The two of them were silent, and watched the moon walk in the sky together. Before I knew it, it was a long time coming.

"Ah~!It's so late!Little Brother Moliang, rest early, continue to work hard tomorrow morning!" Suddenly, Dou Xiaofei was shocked and sober, and looked at the sky and exclaimed. After speaking, he waved his hand at Mo Liang and hurriedly got in, and in the blink of an eye, even the red fire was extinguished.

Mo Liang looked at Dou Xiaofei's home in the black hole in a daze, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile. "What a funny girl......"

Early the next morning.

When Mo Liang walked out of the house, sure enough, Dou Xiaofei was already lifting the boulder again, and her work and rest were amazingly regular. After a brief greeting, Mo Liang went straight to the academy again.

And so, day after day, a month has passed.

Mo Liang made an astonishing success in the academy, remembering more than one-third of the books in the academy's collection, and even the miscellaneous servants who were very wary of him at the beginning gradually became accustomed to his presence. Every day, he comes when the sunset opens, and when the moon rises and closes, there is no one like him.

There are too few people who can have such perseverance.

One day, Mo Liang was studying the second floor, and all the books on the first floor had been read. An energetic old man looked at Mo Liang with bright eyes, and slowly sat down diagonally opposite him, looking very interested.

A quarter of an hour passed......

Mo Liang buried his head, glanced at ten lines, and turned the pages of the book with a brush. His eyes could only fit the two palms in front of him, and he didn't even see the shadow of the old man.

The old man was not anxious, and quietly observed Mo Liang.

Mo Liang's speed of flipping the book is really amazing, and he looks serious, not at all like a hasty perfunctory, but a serious reading and memorizing. In this way, the eyesight and thinking are somewhat amazing!

"Little guy, it's a little interesting!" the corners of the old man's mouth slowly hooked, and his body leaned in the direction of Mo Liang.

Half an hour passed......

Mo Liang didn't even raise his head, but suddenly he seemed to be in some kind of confusion, his eyes paused, and he muttered: "Assassinating souls, can you guide awakening through pattern carving like a formation?"

What he was reading was the Codex of an instantaneous writer. According to the Codex, when this scholar was alive, the Wendao Alliance was already exploring the way to awaken the inscription, using people as the base of the formation, and stimulating the power of stabbing souls through the way of inscription.

Logically speaking, the Dao Yun of the Extremely Strong, that is, the power of awakening, can artificially guide the soul of the assassin, so it can be concluded that the awakening is not impossible to guide through external forces.

However, the guidance by the hand of a writer is a bit too surprising.

When the time comes, won't most of the clansmen be able to awaken?

"Little guy, this is just a conjecture! The guys of the Wendao Alliance are still in the stage of complete inference. Even if it succeeds, I'm afraid it will be hundreds of years later."

Suddenly, an old-fashioned voice appeared, startling the pensive Mo Liang. He looked up, but on the opposite side, there was an old man, dressed in a rich black silk robe, on which gold threads were shuttled, forming a pair of double-framed circles on his chest.

The old man was a little old, his face was wrinkled, and his beard was gray, but his voice was full of anger. Moreover, his eyes are full of light, exuding a vast and vast sense of stabbing souls.

"This is a strong man who is not weaker than Pei Gong!"

When he felt the old man's intention to stab his soul, Mo Liang noticed that his aura was on par with Pei Gong's.

"Senpai!"

Mo Liang slowly got up and clenched his fists at the old man. Such a person must be a big figure who cannot be ignored in the Holy Land. But Mo Liang couldn't see any clues from his body, and he couldn't guess his identity.

"Huh. The old man smiled, "Little guy, can you eat so many books piled up?"

"It may be a short time to be able to understand it, but if you get into my eyes, you can get into my heart. Remember, there will always be a day when you will eat it thoroughly. ”

I heard that you have been immersed here for more than a month, and your progress is amazing, and you can remember more than 3,000 books on a layer?"

"I remember it clearly. Finding that the old man had come prepared, Mo Liang was immediately shocked.

"Well, that's fine! The books here are boring, and for most of the literary cultivation, it is difficult and obscure to persevere. However, if you can drill thoroughly, your horizons will inevitably be greatly enhanced, and it will be of great benefit. Keep up the good work, little one!"

After speaking, the old man smiled and nodded to Mo Liang, slowly stood up, walked up the three flights of stairs leisurely with soothing and square steps, and disappeared in one turn.

"Strange old man!"

Mo Liang looked at the stairs and muttered. Then in a blink of an eye, he forgot about him in the bottom of his heart, and continued to study hard without distraction.

All kinds of secrets and anecdotes made Mo Liang more and more aware of the world of Wenxiu. For example, the matter of the Assassin Soul Tattoo, relying on martial arts and secret skills inheritance, is impossible to know no matter what. But the importance of this for Wenxiu is self-evident.

As he became more immersed in the academy, Mo Liang felt more and more the benefits of immersion in the academy.