After two minutes of tinkering again, Ding Yi terminated the action in vain. 'Tiger Skin', lying lazily on the ground, looking at Ding Yi, "meow", as if mocking. Ding Yi was furious for a while, and was about to drive away this pesky old cat, when an idea came to him in a flash of inspiration.

It turns out that this mushroom-shaped building, in addition to the gate, also has a circle of portholes of different sizes on the head of the mushroom. Normal windows are naturally closed, but there are a few small ventilation windows. There is dust on the ventilation window, and the spirit array of insect repellent can stop dust, flying, and can also prevent birds and moths from flying in. The one-foot-square window is impossible for adults to get into, and it is still four or five meters above the ground.

However, there is a rope seven or eight meters long around the cat, and if you throw the cat into it, as long as the rope is carried by the cat and wrapped around something, then it is a wonderful idea to enter through the ventilation window.

"Tiger skin, come here. With a harmless smile on his face, Ding Yi quietly walked towards the 'tiger skin'. But this meow is very awake, the body that was still lazy and lying down, stood up with a branch, and looked at Ding Yi who gradually came over suspiciously.

Squatted down slowly, made feeding movements, and called softly in a voice that he felt tired: "Mimi, come here." ”

The cats raised in the school are actually very wary of people. In this educational garden, cats have too much contact with students. Sometimes, during class, the 'tiger skin' will swagger in and jump on the podium, or the student's desk. Basically, the teachers and students here don't abuse it. Instead, they will take out their own snacks to feed it.

However, today, 'Tiger Skin' was not so cooperative, and just approached it, before it could make a move, it jumped and ran away. If you want to run horizontally and vertically, it's just a matter of making people desperate. But it only looks at you from four or five meters away, which makes people hate it.

Approaching again, running away again, several times, Ding Yi was about to collapse.

"Don't be impatient, calm and calm," Ding Yi secretly admonished himself. Facing the old cat who had become a sperm, Ding Yi's brain was running at high speed.

Another idea came to mind, "I don't believe I can't deal with a brute," Ding Yi slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and pretended to take out something from behind him, curled up his fist and put it to his mouth, pretending to eat with relish.

Sure enough, the 'tiger skin' was attracted to it, and when it first came to Ding Yi's legs, it was looking at Ding Yi curiously, thinking about what this shovel officer was eating. Ding Yi slowly stretched out his fist towards it, and the attention of the 'tiger skin' was all focused on the food in his hand, but he didn't expect the curled fist to suddenly open up and grab it.

A string was tied around the back of the 'tiger skin' and with all my strength I threw it towards the ventilation window. "Meow," Tiger Skin let out a terrible scream, startling Ding Yi. Unfortunately, there was still a little distance from the airtight window, and the 'tiger skin' fell down, threw it again, and fell again.

The two screams made Ding Yi's heart rise to his throat, but fortunately he didn't wake up the porter. The rope tied to the cat's body was about to fall off, so he readjusted his mood, tied the rope again, aimed at the ventilation window, and didn't care whether the old cat who was struggling and writhing would scratch his little hands with his teeth and claws. In the desolate screams of despair, Tiger Skin accurately threw it on the ventilation window, and Tiger Skin lived up to expectations and grabbed the window sill and did not fall again.

Ding Yi was overjoyed, and when he was waiting for the 'tiger skin' to enter the library, the 'tiger skin' jumped lightly from the windowsill.

It was like a basin of cold water pouring from head to toe, and the joy that had just sprung up suddenly disappeared.

"Damn," Ding Yi angrily pulled the 'tiger skin' that Wu wanted to escape, silently recited all the gods he knew in his heart, burned the small universe, and once again threw the frightened old cat to the ventilation window.

This time, with the help of the gods, the old cat once again succeeded in climbing the ledge, and did not immediately jump down.

Presumably, the old cat's heart is also messy. Ding Yi was doing all kinds of intimidating and threatening actions below, driving the cat inside. The poor cat, apparently frightened, was overwhelmed with fright, but kept screaming 'meow, meow'.

Ding Yi has already escaped his anger, and after several twists and turns in the middle of the night, Ding Yi doesn't know what to do next.

Fortunately, after the 'tiger skin' ghost screamed a few times, he finally got into the ventilation window, Ding Yi hurriedly let go of the rope in his hand, and pulled it back when it was almost out of reach, several times, after several times, the rope couldn't be pulled anymore, it should be the 'tiger skin' that wrapped the rope around something.

Pulled it twice harder, and after confirming it again, Ding Yi slowly climbed up along the rope.

climbed up to the windowsill in a thrilling way, if it weren't for Ding Yi's child's good body flexibility, almost stuck on the ventilation window, almost spitting out all the air in his body, and when the brain was almost blank due to lack of oxygen, he would have squeezed it out.

The library was dark, quiet in the dim moonlight, and a little scary. Ding Yi hurriedly took out the fluorite for lighting, and the milky white light bloomed from his hand, and the surrounding scene slowly became clear.

The 'tiger skin' was leaning against the leg of a chair near the window, and his body was wrapped in rope and could not move. It was this chair that made Ding Yi survive in a desperate situation, and finally entered the school library without danger. Let go of the poor cat. Almost at lightning speed, Tiger Skin jumped away from Ding Yi and jumped directly onto the windowsill, escaping from the child who had tormented him.

Since the library is only open to middle school students, this is the first time Ding Yi has entered.

The whole library area is about four or five hundred square meters, divided into two semi-circular areas, one semi-circle area is the book area composed of bookcases, and the other side is the reading area composed of long tables and benches. The center is a service area, and the school librarian is responsible for organizing books and related matters.

The books here are neatly stacked in bookcases, and there are stacks of unsorted books stacked on the floor in the deepest part of the book section.

Will there be a forbidden book here that you are looking for?

Rows of searches, the difficulty is quite large. It turned out that books at this time were simply copied or photocopied paper and bound with leather ropes after drilling holes. There is no text on the spine. If you want to find a book, you have to look at the cover one by one.

Ding Yi has little knowledge and does not know the classification method of library management. It took a long time to find nothing in front of the nearby history bookcase.

Go straight to the innermost pile of books that haven't been sorted out.

"Li Zaimin, Li Zaimin" Ding Yi muttered in his mouth, picking up and putting down the books one by one, seeing that time had passed, the sense of urgency in his heart became stronger and more urgent. After putting down the last book, Ding Yi was almost desperate.

"Calm down, calm down, don't be blind, there must be some way. Ding Yi secretly admonished himself.

The scalp was tingling, and the heart was beating like a drum. In the palms of his hands, on his face, he was sweating all over his body.

Ran to the administrator's area in the middle, rummaged through the administrator's desk and drawers, and still had no clue.

In the caretaker's drawer, it was obvious that there were only some tools for repairing books and some personal belongings, and there was nothing Ding Yi wanted. Neither on the table.

Is it true that as Yuan Zhen said, the school has not purchased these books, or has accepted these kinds of donated books? Could it be that the cultivators have already come?

Ding Yi still prefers to believe that the book is here, but he didn't find it. Stopping the movements in his hands, he let himself relax as much as he could, and carefully recalled all the movements he had just made. Those were places that he might have overlooked, and the two rows of low cabinets next to the caretaker's desk attracted Ding Yi's attention.

By the way, isn't this the book index managed by the administrator's book classification?

A random drawer was opened, and it was full of cardboard cards with the name of the category, the title of the book, the author, and the borrowing status. For example, the drawer opened by Ding Yi is literary.

The drawers are classified with hieroglyphs, such as philosophy and religion, social science, law and economy, military culture, language and writing, literature and art, history and geography, natural science, astronomy, biology, medicine and pathology, agricultural industry, comprehensive science, and so on.

Books on the cultivation of truth are also one of them. And it takes up a full nine drawers.

Xiuzhen Sect, Historical Overview, Principles of Xiuzhen, Techniques, Methods, Arrays, Mental Power (Spiritual Power), Biographies of Famous People, etc.

Ding Yi found the drawer of the person's biography and searched carefully in the bibliography. "Lee Jae-min, Lee Jae-min" found the entry of the word Li, and found the third one. According to the index on the cardboard, Ding Yi found this biography of Lee Jae-min.

After a quick reading and search, Ding Yi found that this Lee Jae-min was still an academician of the Hall of Fame and a big man in the Imperial Academy of Scientific Research. His main research interests are pharmacology on the changes and effects of blood vessels.

According to the tips in the book, there are several works about this Lee Jae-min. However, after careful inspection, Ding Yi found that there were no such books in the library. It's a big deal, and if so, this library probably really doesn't have those forbidden books.

Did you take such a big risk and get nothing?

My heart was cold, and I felt like I was about to cry.

He squatted on the ground limply, his heart like ashes.

There was a loud "boom", accompanied by the sound, and a short dazzling flash, and there was a burst of vibration in the library, and Ding Yi was startled. Pushing the table against the window, a chair was placed, and Ding Yi climbed up.

In the distance, there was still a constant roar of lightning. It's a big incident again. Shadowy people are flying around in the air.

'Not good, the porter Lao Zhang will definitely be awakened. 'Entering Baoshan and returning empty-handed is not the practice of heroes in the rivers and lakes. More than a dozen books of cultivation techniques, whether it is cultivation techniques, formations, or alchemy casting books, trapped a large bag with a leather cord in a drawer.

I tried to get out of the original ventilation window, but I found that I couldn't get out at all. Ding Yi was shocked out of his body. I want to give up those books, but I really can't bear to give them up. Ding Yi patted his head, the ventilation window couldn't get out, wasn't there still those windows for lighting, pushed the table to the window, put a chair and opened the latch of the window, leaned out to see, there was no movement around. He threw the book out of the way, then hung a rope from the window, one end of which was tied to the leg of the table and slid down the rope.

After landing on the ground, he didn't care about the hanging rope and ran towards the books.

"Meow," the tabby old cat appeared on the left side at some point, and an eerie voice came from the right side, "What a thief," this time it was really an undead.

The old face of the porter Zhang with orange peel looked so eerie in the cold moonlight.

Any explanation is futile, the crime of theft in the empire is punishable by amputation, and Ding Yi can fully think of his tragic ending. Being driven from the city and begging in the countryside with a disabled body may be the only fate he accepts.

Farewell, Daddy and Mom, Farewell Ding Yun, Farewell Ding Li, Yuan Zhen......

All thoughts are discouraged, and his heart is like a knife, which should be a portrayal of Ding Yi at this time.

"Meow," the tiger skin hunched his back and looked at Ding Yi obliquely, as if to tell his master, 'This is this person, bullying me.' It seems to be laughing at Ding Yi again, "You also have today, aren't you very good at bullying me." ’

Run, run away, leave Jiyun City, and flee to a place where cultivators can't find it. As soon as the idea came to mind, it was rejected. Don't say that he doesn't have the ability to escape, even if he can escape from the pursuit of Lao Zhang, he will never be able to escape the arrest and tracking of the cultivators. And because of his escape, his family will be sat together. Dad, Mom, and Ding Yun will not only lose their jobs, but Ding Li will also lose the opportunity to study.

In an instant, the terrible truth lay out in front of us.

"I'm a beggar from Liufeng City, and I'm hungry when I go to Jiyun City, and I want to steal a few books for bread to eat. "The important thing now is to put aside the relationship with your family and take responsibility for what you do, and if it affects your family, you will die.

"When will the students of Jiyun School become beggars in Liufeng City, why don't I know?" The porter's eerie voice was so annoying.

"Don't bother, come with me," the porter turned around, "Take the stolen goods, don't try to escape, you can't run." Like a victorious general, Tiger Skin cocked his tail and ran to the front merrily. Ding Yi's mouth was full of bitterness, and he had no choice but to pick up the bundle of books that weighed as heavy as a thousand pounds and follow behind.

Ding Yi thought about his fate and shuddered. The walking corpse followed the porter Lao Zhang, and in just a few minutes, it seemed that he had walked nearly a thousand miles. People often say that life is like a year, and Ding Yi feels that he has walked a lifetime in just a few minutes.

Lost soul into the gatehouse Lao Zhang's gatehouse, it was a tired hut, there was a bronze bell hanging on the dragon's blood tree in front of the house, the bronze bell had a big gap, this was originally the temple bell of the Tianwang Temple in Jiyun City, more than two hundred years ago, the 'God Destroying Movement' was destroyed by those fanatical cultivators, and this bronze bell fell here.

Lao Zhang opened the door, and the tiger skin creaked in, "You come in," and coldly glanced at Ding Yi, who was still looking at the bronze bell in a daze.

Hard-headed, Ding Yi walked into the gatehouse.

I have passed in front of this gatehouse countless times, and this is the first time I have entered it. A bed, a table, two chairs, and a large iron cabinet that reached to the roof, which was all the belongings in this gatehouse, Lao Zhang sat straight on the bed. He has gray hair, a gray beard, a blue and black face, white and black eyes, and yellow shadows on his eyes.

Lao Zhang's white and black eyes stared at Ding Yi, Ding Yi sweated like a pulp, and his body stiffened.

"Your surname is Ding, right?"

"Hmm", Ding Yi lowered his head.

"Ding Li is your brother, right?"

"Hmm," Ding Yi couldn't imagine that this porter actually knew himself and his brother. Did he want me to involve my brother? Or was there some other intention? His brain was spinning so fast, and every thought was so terrible.