Library Cabinet.

When Zhang Tao came back to his senses again, he found that his surroundings had changed drastically.

From the crowded Mingde Hall, it instantly became a quiet and empty library pavilion.

He stood in the center of the main hall, and looked at the rows of bronze bookshelves arranged in a staggered manner on the left and right of the main hall.

The library is divided into three floors, and there are flashes of divine light on each staircase, and it is obvious that there is a special prohibition at the entrance, and ordinary people cannot enter without permission.

The first floor of the main hall is lined with silk paper books; The second layer is decorated with bamboo slips and sheepskins, and the third layer is carved with jade slips.

The books are densely packed and neatly arranged on the shelves, and the room is filled with a faint scent of ink, which lingers.

Zhang Tao smelled this light ink fragrance, he only felt relaxed and happy, and the Haoran true intention in his body began to flow on its own.

"This is a great place to warm up and recuperate!"

He was overjoyed, looking at the rows of books around him, and his eyes lit up.

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

Zhang Tao came to Fengtian Academy just to enter the library pavilion, but without much effort, he appeared directly in the sea of books.

Dean Meng seemed to let him face the wall to punish, but in fact, he was secretly cultivating, wanting to make his cultivation go further, so as to increase Dabi's winning rate.

"Of course, this is a good place to practice..."

Just when Zhang Tao was secretly happy, an old voice suddenly sounded in his ears, which frightened him.

"Who?"

His muscles were tense, and the true qi in his body was waiting for an opportunity to move, and he looked for prestige, and saw an old man with white hair, white beard and white robe next to a table full of books behind him.

I saw that the old man did not have a trace of cultivation fluctuations in his body, his movements were slow, he picked up one book after another from the table, slowly proofread the titles, and then hobbled to his bookshelf and put it back in place.

"Little doll, you don't have to be nervous, the old man is just an administrator of the library and there is no danger..."

The white-robed old man trembled, shook one step at a time, put down the book in his hand, slowly turned to look at this side, and said, "You can call Old Li Lao." ”

After a pause, he continued: "The dean has already told the old man about your coming here. ”

"Since it's a punishment for facing the wall and copying the sage classics, then you should start with this row of ancient books..."

Li Lao smiled and said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, there are a lot of books here, a total of 5,132,513 volumes... Enough for you to transcribe and pass the time. ”

"What? So many books... Shall I all copy it? ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Tao was stunned.

Five thousand three hundred seventy two thousand five hundred and thirteen books?

More than 50 million copies, how can he be embarrassed?

This is not punishment at all, it is simply a human life!

"A lot of books? The old man has been here for more than 80 years, and he has seen all kinds of transcribers, and when they stay here, they will only dislike too few books?! ”

Li Lao kept moving, and while packing up the books, he looked at Zhang Tao and sighed: "And you are still the first person I have seen who talks a lot... It seems that you have a big gap. ”

"Old Li, I'll help you sort out your books!"

Zhang Tao suddenly looked at the other party's slow movements, and immediately stepped forward enthusiastically, took the initiative to help the other party, and said, "You won't have read all these books here!" ”

After speaking, he looked at each other expectantly with a hopeful light in his eyes.

He came here to look up the writings of the ancient ancestors, and to decipher half of the 'Dialect' created by the Martial God!

Let's see how 'Slurring' is a technique that teaches martial artists to cultivate their souls.

But now, after he stepped into this vast library of books, he was dumbfounded.

If he is asked to rummage through the more than 50 million books, then he will find the Year of the Monkey?

In fact, he doesn't have enough time!

It's not realistic to really rummage through them one by one...

The only way to do this is to ask the hidden library keeper in front of you for advice.

"I don't have that much energy, so I've read all the books here..."

Elder Li shook his head, a smug smile appeared on his old face wrinkled like dead bark, and said, "Except for the second-layer and third-layer exercise books, and the first-layer sage books, the old man has almost finished reading them. ”

After speaking, he stopped to rest and handed over the work of sorting out the books in his hand to Zhang Tao, who stood aside and chatted with the other party without a stubble.

"Elder Li, since you are well-read, why haven't you cultivated your body yet?"

Half an hour later, Zhang Tao finished sorting out all the piles of books on the table, and then began to ask the other party about his doubts.

"I can't read and write, and I can't comprehend Haoran's true meaning!"

Li Lao sat on the ground, holding a copy of "Moral Commentary" in his hand, looking very free and cheerful, and replied casually: "Haoran's true meaning needs to be understood from reading books extensively, and then cultivating the true meaning day and night... It's a pity that the old man can only remember the shape of the font, but he can't remember the meaning of the word..."

"Uh... Since you can't read, why do you read all the books here? ”

Hearing the other party's explanation, Zhang Tao was full of admiration, with this perseverance, who can compare with it?

Eighty years, day and night with these books, and still illiterate... It's not Alzheimer's.

"To pass the time, of course..."

Elder Li replied as a matter of course: "Since the dean has asked the old man to manage the books here, then the old man must naturally abide by his duty and conscientiously guard the library pavilion, and he can't run around at will. ”

After a moment of silence, he said again: "Being able to eat here with a bite to eat, the old man is already very satisfied." ”

"I see!"

Zhang Tao bowed his head, and had a good impression of the honest duty of the old man in front of him, and said: "The younger generation wants to ask the senior some questions. ”

"I wonder if Mr. Li recognizes such words?"

After the initial conversation, he had already learned about the situation in the library cabinet.

Taking advantage of the situation, he took out the rubbed text from his arms and handed it to the well-informed Li Lao to read.

"Huh? These strange words, the old man seems to have seen them once..."

Seeing this, Li Lao frowned, racked his brains, showed a contemplative look, and did not speak for a long time.

Seeing that Zhang Tao was scratching his ears and cheeks, he was afraid that the other party's Alzheimer's disease would suddenly attack again, and he couldn't think of the source of this kind of text.

"Yikes! The old decay remembers! ”

Suddenly, with an exclamation, Li Lao got up from the ground, took the paper in his hand, and staggered towards a bookshelf in the center of the room.

After some careful searching, he took out a yellowed and wrinkled silk book at the bottom of the shelf.

"It's supposed to be this book..."

As he spoke, he swore and handed it to Zhang Tao and said, "Open it and see if it is exactly the same shape of the text you gave me." ”