"First of all, the old library is the most complete library in the world. In addition to a group of a hundred people scouring the globe for books, your previous alumni spent a lot of money on books. They work very hard and spend a lot of money. This means that you have to make sure that your hands are clean before you take the book, and please don't let your saliva fall on the book. You don't have to travel thousands of miles to take care of them, but don't treat them like toilet paper.

"Secondly, we couldn't find any other books that weren't here. So, when you can't find something here, think. Is the book you want to read worth reading? If it's, is it the most exciting? If it's a garbage book, is it a major work? If not, don't ask us, because we've already decided that the books are useless.

"Finally, and most importantly, you are not allowed to take any books from the old library. You are also not allowed to copy these books. Don't look at me like that, don't tell me about the spirit of sharing and freedom. These are the rules of the Academy. Professor Cao Zhifeng in the third class this afternoon must have taught you with his fists. You stop guessing the rules. You may be curious about them, but don't expect any explanations.

The instructor stood under the sign of the old library and smiled sinisterly at the students with different expressions. He looks like a shrewd businessman giving out loans, or a rich man hoarding his gold while showing off to the poor. "Don't try to test the rules," he said enthusiastically. Even if you're the world's greatest book thief, if you've tried anything in The Old Library, you'll only have one ending, and that's death. It would be a terrible death.

There was an uproar in the crowd of students. Ning Que stood between them and shook his head. It doesn't matter if the building houses every book in the world. How can people remember anything if they are not allowed to copy or borrow these books? He had other problems with the books kept in the building, and he was sure there were others with similar problems. Therefore, he decided to calm his anxiety and wait.

When a student raised his hand and asked, it was no surprise. "Sir, you said the old library had all kinds of books?"

The instructor's gaze shifted to the bold student who dared to ask questions. He frowned and said in disgust, "Do you doubt my words?

"I don't dare." The student shrank in the instructor's gaze and said, "I...... I'm just curious. Do you have... Books about cultivating in the building?

The instructor's expression softened, and he smiled. "Books about mysteries are rare to the public, but what about the Academy? If you want to read the legendary Arcane Seven or the Ranke scriptures, we really don't. In addition to that, we have everything you can read about cultivation.

Hearing this, Ning Que clenched his fists. Although his expression did not change, his heart began to beat faster. He subconsciously raised his head and stared at the ordinary-looking three-story building. His burning gaze seemed to set the wooden building on fire.

Cultivation has been his dream since he was a child. Although he has been disappointed again and again, the best part about the dream is that it is hard to achieve but will keep you stuck and keep you trying. Sometimes, it reveals something that seduces you, tempts you, and says, "If you can, come and catch me!"

Although he had long given up hope of cultivating, finding a building full of books was like finding gold for a young man who had given his all in the frontier and bought "The Response of the Dao" after visiting several markets.

"Just a reminder to all the students here, please keep your eyes under control, or the old library may actually catch fire. The headmaster might chop us all up and eat us.

The instructor smiled faintly at Ning Que, and then straightened his face. He looked at the students solemnly and said, "I must warn you that you are all interested in books about mysteries, you cannot memorize them, you can only experience them." As for the theory behind it, I certainly won't explain it. As human beings, we all have limitations. If you don't have the potential to cultivate, and instead try to force through books, that will only lead to negative results. When the time comes, don't complain that I didn't warn you so.

The wooden door of the old library slowly opened. There was silence inside. Walking into the library feels like stepping into an unknown world. There is no dust, no cobwebs, but it gives the feeling of having experienced the vicissitudes of life. Students outside the building fell silent. They adjusted their robes to calm themselves down, and then walked through the door.

The interior of the building is bigger than it seems. The open space is filled with countless shelves arranged by six themes, years, and genres. They have every book you can think of. High and low, old and new, all gathered in one place, like years of scholars standing side by side looking at you.

Students spread out as they entered the building looking for books that interested them. Ning Que walked up and down the rows of bookshelves alone, occasionally taking out the strange book and flipping through it. He suddenly noticed a writing desk under the window. Paper, brushes and ink sit on the table. This piqued his curiosity, because if you are not allowed to copy books, why would there be such a thing in the library?

He found a book on calligraphy in the Southern Jin Kingdom. Ning Que walked around while reading a book. His surroundings gradually fell silent. He looked up and saw a clean flight of stairs in front of him.

The staircase is used to access the upper floors. He was on the ground floor. This means that at the top of the stairs, is the second floor.

Ning Que rubbed his head at the bottom of the stairs, recalling the rules that the old library instructor had told him before, it seemed that students were not forbidden to go up to the second floor. Just as he hesitated, someone passed by him and went straight upstairs, and the sound of clattering footsteps made him relax. So, he put Wang Xinglong's "Manuscript of the Text" into the basket next to the pillar and went upstairs with the first half of his robe.

The second floor of the old library was quieter than the first floor, but with fewer shelves and books, it looked relatively spacious. He didn't expect that there were already a lot of students upstairs. Among them, some of them were picking books to read by the shelves, some were giggling, and some were muttering, all of them were obviously excited.

Confucian classics and history books are mostly stored on the first floor, and books describing martial arts and cultivation are mainly stored on the second floor. Before entering the library, the instructor warned that it was not advisable to read the books on the second floor. However, Ning Que still felt that all this was quite surreal, and suddenly a large number of books appeared, without any signs and signs. He stood blankly between the bookshelves, and after a long silence he managed to dispel the shock.

Li Zhitang's commentary on Buddhism, the mutual verification of spiritual power and symbolic gestures, an introduction to the five cultivation states, the memory of the Western Mountain, the Eastern Xuanjing, the Nanhua Anthology, the commentary on the swordsmanship schools of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and the dictionary of multi-method appreciation......

He walked along the bookshelf, his eyes resting on the dense spine of the book, and then his previous shock and enthusiasm went blank. His hand hidden in his sleeve couldn't help but tremble. He could guess the contents of the books just from their titles.

That year, he took the silver he had saved for a period of time and followed the grain transportation team of Wei City to the Kaiping County Market. While looking for a doctor to treat Sangsang, he searched through all the bookstalls in the bazaar, and finally found a book called "The Answer of the Dao", which he read for many years until it burned to ashes in a copper basin.

That year, he killed seventeen caravans by Lake Shubi and saved an army that had come to destroy the thieves. The general asked him, "What do you want?" All of us in Wei City can pool the money to give you a popular geisha girl as a gift. Holding the article "The Response of the Dao", which he had read several times from front to back and back to front, Ning Que replied, "I want to learn to cultivate. The general was dumbfounded by his answer.

The cultivator he met next to Min Mountain denied him, the commander in charge of the military department's assessment shook his head at him, Elder Lu Qingchen let out a long sigh, and the instructor who taught the academy's magic skills course yesterday patted him on the shoulder, all indicating that he could not enter the world that had just been revealed in front of his eyes. He tells Sang-sang that it doesn't matter, because he can also win a world with a sword and arrow. However, it does matter. He wouldn't allow the world to just appear to him in a dim light, not even knowing what was hidden inside.

When he walked into the old library of the academy, went upstairs, and saw those thick books, he realized that it was difficult to change his physical condition through these books, but he could at least get a glimpse of the world. For sixteen years, he struggled with "The Answer of the Dao", like a poor child holding the last potato, and today, he finally sees a sea of rice fields. Although the rice fields were still uncontrollable, he still felt moved, and his eyes were warm and moist.