Since the day Xia Xun helped Bai Xiu find the four miscellaneous books...

Inside the building, everyone's eyes on Xia Xun seemed to have changed. From a dispensable weirdo, to a monster that makes people speechless.

It was not his memory that surprised everyone, but the speed at which he read books and the way he turned them.

Before that, most of the readers in the Jinglou had seen that this strange man was flipping through page after page without stopping. After that, it was even more terrifying, the strange man didn't read the book at all, just pulled it out and slapped it back into place.

At first, there were many Confucian scholars and mentors who rushed to Tiange to hear the news and were reluctant to believe this bizarre thing. There were many skeptics, who went to the bookshelf that Xia Xun had read, found a few books at random, wrote down a few paragraphs of them and went to test Xia Xun. Xia Xun reported the title and location of the book one by one without bias, making these people who came to question it all stand dumbfounded in shock.

In the next few days, more and more people came to Xia Xun every day to help find books.

At the beginning, Xia Xun would patiently say the title and location of the book. It's just that a few days later, in the face of the increasing number of book seekers, Xia Xun only said that the location would no longer mention the title of the book. Until the end, in the face of endless waves of people who came to ask questions, Xia Xun, who was annoyed by the questioning, didn't say a word and ignored it. Only then did the Jinglou, which had been lively for a few days, return to its former calm.

The autumn wind rests, and the winter wind rises. The winter in Yueyang is not too cold.

The frost and snow of early winter covered the bamboo green in the Wentian Mountains, and even in the morning light of winter, it was still warm.

Silence can describe the world in winter, but today it seems that it can't describe the huge scripture building.

The building that has been silent for two months is very noisy today. Because it is very likely that something more shocking will happen in the Jinglou today than it was two months ago.

"He's not really, he's read all the books, he's only been here for less than three months. ”

"Mr. Xu from our pavilion told us about this person in the big class before. Mr. Xu said that this person was probably really reading, and his divine sense was very strong, so strong that he could catch everything in front of him at a glance. ”

"Didn't you look at him, didn't he even look at it? His eyes never fell on the book, how could he take it all in one look. It can't be a ghost, right?"

"Someone was able to read the first floor of the building before?"

"It is said that the old lady who told the old man and returned to his hometown had read it before he became a master. But it took three years for Taifu at that time."

"That uncle on the top of the mountain should be able to ...... too"

"The old gentlemen in the pavilion have all come by, look, those great Confucians and gentlemen have also passed."

"Let's go, he should be done"

“......”

The focus of these Confucian scholars today is, of course, Xia Xun. And now Xia Xun is standing at the end of the scripture building, in front of the penultimate bookshelf, more than ten zhang away from him, almost everyone in the scripture building today has gathered, densely packed.

Xia Xun, as usual, still only has the three cyclic actions of drawing books, fanning books, and putting them back, but the speed of the actions is incomparable to two months ago. It's skill, but it's also something else.

Consciousness is shadowless and formless, more ethereal than light.

So except for Xia Xun, no one knows that at this moment, Xia Xun's right hand of the fan book did not touch the stacked pages of the book, and the book had turned itself without wind, and it was turned extremely fast, so fast that people thought that there were only two actions of drawing the book and putting the book.

"He's really going to finish reading?"

"Shh

“......”

The noisy building gradually quieted down, and only the sound of heavy breathing remained.

Xia Xun had already walked to the last bookshelf at the end of the scripture building and put back the last book.

As the book was put back in place, the sound of breathing seemed to be gone, leaving the sound of a heavy heartbeat......

After Xia Xun put the book back, he lowered his head and was silent for a while, before he looked up at the silent crowd around him. Being looked at with heavy eyes by so many people, he was embarrassed to scratch his nose bone.

He's gone...

It was the same as everyone in the building expected at this moment. He went, but instead of going out of the gate, he walked up the staircase that was directly opposite the gate, blocked by four sword-wielding keepers.

"He's really going up to the second floor!!"

"Did he really read all the books on the first floor?"

"No way! How old is he? How long has it been since he's been used? His eyes haven't read a book at all!?

"Could it be that apart from Master Taifu, there are still people in the world today who can go up to the second floor on their own?

There are very few people who talk about it, and only a few Confucian scholars who can't suppress their minds will speak out. More people are following Xia Xun with their eyes or footsteps.

The staircase that Xia Xun walked to was indeed leading to the second floor of the warp building.

But the second floor is too difficult to get up, and in the past hundred years, except for the legendary and knowledgeable Taifu of the Three Dynasties, no latter can ascend to the second floor as a disciple.

The reason why the second floor is difficult to get up is because there are three questions to climb the stairs!

Ask about the books in the 13,000 shelves in the scripture building...

Ask the deity mind about the understanding of the creation of the world...

And the last question is for those who go upstairs to ask heaven and earth, and the merits of the questions are judged by Confucianism.

For hundreds of years, it has created countless Confucians. But before the age of 30, there are very few people who can rely on the three questions to cuddle.

"Hello"

Xia Xun stood at the top of the wide staircase and bowed to the scripture keeper.

"Going upstairs?" the keeper was not surprised.

"Yes"

The scripture keeper led by "Wait a minute" turned and went upstairs.

Not more than a moment...

Three old men in gray linen robes staggered down the stairs.

The three old Confucians, all with waist-length black hair scattered at random, holding cyan bamboo slips, and thin and thin bodies make Mai look a little cumbersome. It's not hard to tell from the wrinkles on their faces that they're really old...

The three of them came to a stop in front of Xia Xun and stood side by side.

"No one has climbed the building for several years, and today is a rare north wind blowing..."The old man standing on the right side looked at Xia Xun with a smile. After a pause, he said: "It's good to be young, we old men can't envy it..."

Lao Ru's words are a little incomprehensible, which makes people listen to them very inexplicably.

"Can the mountains and rivers of the valley support people?" the old man in the center interjected and asked with a smile.

Xia Xun seemed to dislike it, and said lightly: "The sky is high and the earth is wide, and the fertile fields are thousands of miles. ”

"Hehe..."

The old man in the center laughed dryly: "That's good, that's good." Looks like you're prepared..."

The meaning of the old Confucian words is far-reaching and obscure, and the incompetent people in the field understand one or two. Only Xia Xun, as the person concerned, would know that there was something else in his words, and he replied coldly: "The old gentleman is serious..."

"Hehe" The old man in the center laughed twice, and then stopped talking.

The old man on the right slowly took half a step, "Then I won't say more..."

Xia Xun clasped his fists with both hands "please"

"With a Vajra body, a six-law-level body," Lao Ru asked quickly

"Juxi leads the abyss, hungry for mountain beasts. Xia Xun replied quickly

"Three moments of blooming," the old Confucian asked

"Core collection to powder, soaking in water for three rounds. Xia Xun replied

"Gather your mind and watch the enemy's movements,"

"The enemy is moving..."

Before the old Confucian finished speaking, Xia Xun had already answered

"At the moment, three birds flew together on the tree...... "Lao Ru still didn't finish speaking

"Travels in the Mountain City"

“......”

“......”

The Q&A between the two sides was very fast, sixty-four questions, and the Q&A was completed in just half a pillar of incense.

The old man didn't speak anymore, just nodded slightly, and turned to go upstairs.

"He really read all the books and wrote them down"

"It's unbelievable that someone can read the entire book on the first floor of the scripture building!"

"He's done the math of asking questions, and it should be more difficult to ask questions next. If you can read all the books for your own use, then this man's knowledge is terrible."

After the old man went upstairs, the noisy discussion sounded again.

"Ahem..."

The old man standing on the right side coughed, and the discussion stopped.

"Please" Xia Xun clasped his fists in front of the old man

"What is nature?" asked the old man, speaking slowly

"All the time" Xia Xun replied, and his words were equally unpleasant

"What is a healer?" asked the old man

"Compassion" Xia Xun replied

"What is the evil one?" asked the old man

"No evil" Xia Xun replied

"What about goodness?" asked the old man

"No Goodness"

The old man standing on the right side asked a few questions very casually, and then did not continue to ask.

He looked at Xia Xun with some solemnity, and looked at it for a long, long time...

"The Tao is different... Ask more fearlessly"

The old man left half a sentence lukewarmly, then turned around and walked upstairs slowly...

This time there was not much noise in the crowd, perhaps too simple, or perhaps too profound, most of the Confucian scholars were silently thinking about the question and answer between the two just now. Only a few older Confucian scholars and a few Confucian scholars with bamboo slips whispered.

"I can't imagine that at such a young age, I have such wisdom, it's rare..."

There are two Confucian scholars sitting next to the cafeteria, making tea and drinking leisurely. The words were careless, and he didn't seem surprised by the young man.

"Lao Cao, what do you think of him compared to your little junior sister?"

"Hehe, it's hard to say..."

"Haven't you tried it before?"

"Hehe... We'll find out later..."

“......”

While the two were chatting,

At the top of the stairs, only the old man in the middle of the station was left.

This old man was very different from the previous two, although he was also black-haired, his skin was wrinkled and shriveled, and not a single tooth could be seen from his black mouth, and he was much older than the other two.

He looked at Xia Xun with a smile: "It's rare, it's rare, how old is Xiaoyou this year?"

"Fourteen" Xia Xun replied.

"The mountains and rivers of the north really raise people,..."

The old man smiled, with some disdain: "Have you thought about asking the heavens?"

Xia Xun replied lightly: "Yes"

Lao Ru waved his hand and made a "please" hand.

Xia Xun scratched his nose, a little embarrassed:

"Excuse me, what is the practice?"

This is a knot left by the old man in Xia Village. Regarding this question, Xia Xun has never answered. This is also one of the questions he always wants to know the answer to the most, so he casually asks it...

"En?..."

“......”

This question is actually not difficult, it is the foundation of all the cultivation in this heaven and earth. But sometimes it's hard...

The old Confucian's eyes widened slightly, but he was stunned. I was about to speak, but for some reason I closed it again, pondering for a while.

"Of course it's for yourself, it's hard?"

"How can it be yourself, it should be a Taoist immortal!"

"It's time..."

"Is it the qualifications and talents of cultivation?"

"I think it's luck."

“......”“...”

The onlookers saw that the old Confucian did not answer, and gradually began to discuss again.

The words are very chaotic, there are many answers, there are all kinds of everything, but none of them can be mutually recognized.

Most of the people who spoke out this time were young Confucian scholars. And the Confucians who held bamboo slips were very similar to the old Confucians at this time, and they didn't speak for a long time.

It's just that after discussing it for a short time, the Confucian scholars who spoke gradually found that this question didn't seem to be quite right.

Because they all have their own answers to this question...

Gradually, there were fewer people arguing ...