In the evening, when all the senior brothers still had one volume left, Xie An had already completed all his schoolwork early.

He held the heavy scroll and handed it to the senior brother on duty, and the senior brother's eyes widened in shock.

This was half a day's work, and it was enough to copy fifty volumes.

If it weren't for the fact that Senior Brother knew Xie An's speed, he would definitely think that Xie An was suspected of making things up.

Han Lingfei took advantage of the loopholes in the Scripture Pavilion to make the disciples of the Scripture Pavilion angry, but they had no way to counteract.

He was originally worried about this Senior Brother Xie, but now it seems that he is too worried.

Xie An not only finished it, but also made it much faster than the other senior brothers.

Lift your breath, it's so lifting!

If you can't breathe, then hold it.

The senior brother on duty looked towards the transcription area and did not find Han Lingfei's figure.

After a slight pause, he nodded vigorously at Xie An and gave Xie An an affirmative look.

"Senior Brother Xie, well done, Senior Brother supports you!"

After a few breaths, Xie An turned around and smiled at his senior brother: "Senior brother carries love, Xie An remembers it." ”

In fact, when Han Lingfei made a big fuss about the borrowing desk, Xie An already knew.

Now Xie An has entered the Eight-Rank Qi Cultivation Realm, even if Han Lingfei enters the Foundation Building Realm, he will have the strength to fight.

However, Xie An had just ascended to the Eighth Rank Qi Refining Realm, and he still needed to get used to some new magical methods for a few days.

He is only getting a glimpse of the door now, and only by repeated tempering can he gradually get better and gradually become perfect.

The Scripture Pavilion is a good place.

It's secluded and not too disturbed.

While others were in their morning classes, Xie An had been practicing the technique of releasing the qi machine.

He tried wrapping the soft pen with an air machine, and after several attempts, he was able to touch the tip of the pen.

If it weren't for Han Lingfei's interruption in the middle, Xie An was confident that he would have successfully manipulated the nib of the pen and used the nib to write words.

Han Lingfei was still asleep, and Xie An passed by, as if no one was there.

Now, he has more important things to do.

Xie An has been thinking about that hanging painting for a day.

He hurried his steps, sorting out the scrolls while memorizing the location of the relevant swordsmanship.

Especially some fragments.

Judging from the experience of copying in the past few days, Xie An has discovered the benefits of fragments.

Although the fragment is missing, only by virtue of the remaining content, it is much more sophisticated than other Yellow Order swordsmanship.

In order to improve their swordsmanship cultivation as soon as possible, the children of many sects will even give priority to cultivating fragments.

Xie An is still looking, looking for a sword technique that suits him.

The swordsmanship taught by the mysterious old man is not systematic, and Xie An can only go further if he finds it himself.

Soon, he had put all the scriptures together.

Xie An came to the painting again, and he stared at the painting in fascination.

The picture is very ordinary, and it doesn't look like it's from everyone's hands.

This time, Xie An looked carefully, but the drawing paper was seriously discolored, as if it was covered with a light veil.

Especially in the green bamboo forest, the green ink is a little dull, and it looks like a lump of cyan dye.

In front of the green bamboo forest, there seem to be a few brushstrokes, forming a sparkling river.

There are also fishermen fishing on it, so it's not pleasant.

"Strange, it's really ordinary."

Xie An slowly closed his eyes, but no matter how much he recalled, he couldn't see anything on the painting.

He did not believe in evil, and was so anxious that he rubbed his hands together.

He tried his best, but he still couldn't see through the mist.

Xie An slowly opened his eyes, it was just a stick of incense, and he was sweating profusely.

The painting came into view again, and the ordinary could not be more ordinary.

The fisherman is still there, the lonely boat is still there, and the bamboo forest is still dull.

Xie An took out the wine bottle and poured it to replenish some spiritual power.

He stood in front of the painting, lost in thought.

"Is there anything else in this painting?"

Xie An thought, he just wanted to try to use his divine sense to investigate.

Before he started, he heard Han Lingfei's cruel words.

"How do you know there's nothing wrong with this!"

"This ......"

"Let the person surnamed Xie come over and check them one by one for Ben Gongzi!"

"Senior Brother Han, this is not appropriate!"

"There must be no mistake in transcribing scriptures, isn't this the admonition of your scripture pavilion?"

Han Ling flew so forgiving that he didn't spare people.

Xie An heard it clearly, and he suddenly realized what was wrong with Han Lingfei.

He originally thought that Han Lingfei's purpose was simple, and he just wanted to delay Xie An's practice time.

Now that I think about it, it could never have been that simple.

If he wanted to drain Xie An's energy, Han Lingfei would definitely not be here to accompany him.

With his temperament, he should leave on his own and hurry up his cultivation.

"Could it be that he's trying to stall for time?"

Xie An's head tightened, he knew that the only one who could make Han Lingfei work so hard was the third prince.

Among the sects, there are not many people who can make friends with Xie An, it can be said that there are only a few people.

The person who is worthy of Han Lingfei to drag out Xie An here is only Mo Qingyu.

In an instant, Xie An was empowered.

He no longer paid attention to the paintings, and Xie Anxin panicked.

If Mo Qingyu suffered any accident, he would definitely scrape himself with his own hands.

Xie An was in a hurry, and as soon as he walked to the borrowing desk, Han Lingfei stretched out his hand to stop Xie An.

"I want to run, you copied so fast, how do I know if there is a fallacy."

Han Lingfei was proud, and seemed to see Xie An's crying appearance as he struggled to check.

Xie An's breath suddenly became fierce, and he looked at Han Lingfei with a cold look in his eyes.

"I'm sure it's right, if you think it's wrong, then point it out!"

"Otherwise, get out!"

Xie An rushed away from Han Lingfei's arm and jumped away, leaving only Han Lingfei in front of the borrowing desk, embarrassed.

"Han Gongzi, look, when will the check start?"

Senior Brother on Duty asked with a smile, and at the moment when Xie An flew away just now, he gave Xie An a thumbs up.

Xie An's operation is not used to law enforcement at all, it is simply too uplifting.

The senior brothers of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion had long been fed up with this kind of spirit, and at this time, they couldn't wait to be accompanied by Bingzhu and watch Han Lingfei check it completely.

"Check? Nuclear what right! ”

Han Lingfei snorted coldly, and was about to leave with his sleeves, but was stopped by the senior brother on duty.

"Han Gongzi, don't forget to take these fifty volumes of scriptures!"

The corners of Han Lingfei's mouth twitched fiercely.

He had no way to use the storage ring now, so he had to slowly leave with the scroll in his arms.

Not only that, but he could not damage the scrolls.

Because the scriptures are the inheritance of the sect, even if it is a rubbing, it must be recovered.

Then it will be handed over to the sect to check the completeness, and finally destroyed in a unified manner.

This is to eliminate hidden dangers and completely cut off the risk of leakage of the sect's inheritance.

Everyone looked at Han Lingfei's cautious clumsy appearance and laughed out loud from the bottom of their hearts.

Xie An sped all the way, and in order to avoid being attacked suddenly, he took a sip of the spirits.

Just now, many disciples were spreading strange stories about the back mountain.

He didn't know where Mo Qingyu went, but he could vaguely feel in his heart that Mo Qingyu might have gone to the back mountain.

In the stone house, Xie An discovered Mo Qingyu's message.

"I'll go to the back mountain to find out the trick, if you come back early, go to the back mountain to find me."

The payment is Mo Qingyu.

In order to prevent accidents, Xie An quickly filled the wine bottle.

After a few jumps, he disappeared into the forest.