Sendo Library.

The huge and magnificent silver light building, located at the foot of the sacred tree covered with banyan, is the core of the fairy gate, and there is no one.

Even if you are facing the situation of extinction of the country and species, you must first consider the transfer of the Xiandu Library, and then consider the safety of personnel.

As long as the Xiandu Library is still there, at most the lifespan of one generation of Yuanying Monks, the Xianmen can be rebuilt again.

At noon, people come and go.

Gray-haired, elderly people with difficulty walking, steady middle-aged people, high-spirited young people, and elementary school students wearing the uniforms of nearby schools, walked through the library, picking up a book from time to time, walking softly, and speaking in a low voice.

If it is an internal qi realm martial artist and an immortal cultivator, they will often choose to communicate in the way of sound transmission and divine consciousness.

At the entrance of the library,

A kind old man, dressed in a simple green robe, has no coercion, and looks stunned from time to time, like a puppet, walking a few steps, stopping a few steps, as if he is thinking about something all the time.

If someone you know sees it, you will open your mouth wide and be surprised.

Far!

This old man in the green robe is the ruling of the Xianmen, far away, and it is the ontology that appears.

It is unusual for him to come out of his retreat at some point, as he has not been seen for at least two thousand years.

Even the clones at Qingfeng University and Beidou University sat firmly in his own classroom, and he didn't move at all except for class.

The last time he went out, the president of Qingfeng University, Dinghai Zhenjun, estimated that it was not even an embryo.

Take a few steps away, stop a few steps, and at the same time think about something, but also pay some attention to the divine consciousness of the monks around you.

"Wages have dropped by ...... again"

"Alas, how can we do it, our teachers are already poor, and the salary is not high, and now it has been reduced by ......"

A middle-aged female cultivator in the Foundation Building Realm with glasses complained to her friends, and she was quite dissatisfied: "It's because this year's financial income has decreased, the basic salary has not changed, and the previous bonuses and performance rewards have become less, so if this continues, what will happen to my son's cultivation?" ”

"The same goes for our bank."

"My daughter works in an official enterprise in Xianmen, and I heard that it has also dropped ......"

A large group of people are gossiping, all in the same situation.

"It's not going to be a war, is it?"

Someone panicked.

"No, no, it's been peaceful for 3,000 years, and nothing will happen to our generation......"

The people around him comforted.

"My girl works in the army, and I heard her say that her salary has not been reduced or increased, probably not, and there are low-income groups, and their wages have not been reduced."

"There are no wage cuts in private companies."

Someone added.

"They're definitely going to be fast."

Others disagreed: "The official enterprise of Xianmen is too large, and every move will affect all walks of life, and at most in January and February, they will be the same as us." ”

"What the hell is going on here?"

"It seems to be related to the extraordinary citizens' meeting held a year ago, saying that it is to invest in the revitalization of the Sendo scientific research industry......

Everyone was gossiping, talking about all kinds of gossip that they had heard and guessed.

……

After looking at it for a while, he made his way through the crowd and continued to walk deeper into the library.

The deeper you go, the sparser the crowd becomes.

In the end, there was not even one, which made people wonder if it was time to close.

However, the Xiandu Library is open 24 hours a day.

This involves the clause of the first law of Xianmen, 'on the premise of having the ability to read'.

A lot of immortal Dao knowledge itself is extremely dangerous, not to mention even higher, even if a Qi cultivator rashly reads the Jindan Gongfa, there will be a risk of breaking the sea and going mad.

In addition, there is an unspeakable confidentiality related to raising the bar for reading.

Avoid the occurrence of loopholes in the Great Curse of Xianmen that one day protects the souls of Xianmen citizens and prevents knowledge leakage, so as not to cause more losses.

Far paced slowly.

The patience of the immortals was terrifying, the distance of a library was only a few thousand meters, and after walking for a full month, he didn't feel that there was any problem.

No matter how long the road is, walk slowly, don't give up, don't get discouraged, there will be an end after all.

Look up far away.

Not much has changed from when he came here 2,000 years ago.

Many of the buildings were refined by his own hands, engraved with formations, and the books were also put in by his own hands, so he was very familiar.

Only in the center, a new palace with silver and white, gold and yellow complementing each other, on which three characters are written.

Golden Palace.

The second sequence of the collection of the Xiandu Library, the Golden Palace.

"Those old things should be there, right?"

"It's been many years since I've seen each other in person, and I miss it a little."

Talking to myself.

Step into the palace, and the situation inside comes into view.

The face is sluggish in the distance.

"Alas, alas, don't step on me!"

"Let's go, let's go, you've got me!"

"You're blind......"

A large group of people in Wuyang, at least tens of thousands of people, all of them were Yuanying monks or above, crowded and crowded, surrounding the already small Golden Palace.

Because of the forbidden law here, a group of Yuanying monks who have always been unaccustomed to getting too close to others are huddled together, you are next to me, I am next to you, stepping on someone's foot from time to time, pulling someone's hair, and immediately broke out into a fierce quarrel, spitting and chicken feathers all over the ground.

They are all Yuanying monks of the same generation, no one is afraid of anyone, no one puts up a fight, and they just roll up their sleeves and want to fight.

But even so, none of the Yuan Infant Monks wanted to go out, they all gathered around the Avatar Monks, staring at each other, and each of them used their own means.

"Old commander!"

The Killing Spirit True Monarch blocked in front of the wide-hearted and fat Canghai Tianjun, holding his thigh, his eyes flickering, and sobbing: "I didn't have my parents a thousand years ago, you watched me grow up, and now I only have one request, please let me take a look at the immortal arts......"

"You watch your snot."

Canghai Tianjun kicked it several meters away with a disgusting kick, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Old commander!"

Before the Soul Killing True Monarch could crawl over again, a few more Yuanying Monks pounced on him, each hugging the corners of Canghai Tianjun's clothes, trouser legs, and arms, and surrounded them in a circle.

"Old commander, do you remember when you were in the small world of barren copper, you still praised me for my courage in battle and spirituality in command......

"Old commander, the fiercest commander in a thousand years is me, look at ......"

"Old Commander......

A group of people showed their muscles one moment, one moment pleaded and wept, and the other said all kinds of reasons, turning the Golden Palace into a chirping vegetable market, without the slightest solemnity of a library.

It's not just Canghai Tianjun here, the old monster of the Xianmen Academy of Sciences, the Divine Machine Heavenly Monarch who has been in retreat for thousands of years has also come out, and the number of spirit true monarchs and other Yuanying monks are tightly pestering him, begging and begging, making him annoying.

In other places, many Heavenly Monarchs also arrived, and they were entangled like a large group of Yuanying monks who were close to each other.

There are even more ruthless direct rolls on the ground, whoa, whoa, crying, and don't want their faces.

"Teacher Yuan!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

Many eyes looked at it in unison.

The next moment, in an instant, a large group of Yuanying monks surrounded the door and blocked the door.

(End of chapter)

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