When you step into the library, you will see a cyan shadow wall about several feet long, and on the right front side of the shadow wall is a staircase leading to the second floor. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There is a curved ruler-shaped counter in front of the staircase, and behind the counter at this moment, a ruddy white-haired old man is holding a light blue jade slip in his hand, sitting on a rattan chair and shaking it gently, his eyes are half-closed, and he is humming something in his mouth.

Fang Nan was slightly stunned, and his divine sense subconsciously swept over this person, only to feel that the other party's aura was extremely thick, and he couldn't see through the reality at all, obviously a monk in the foundation building period.

At the same time, the foundation building monk also seemed to notice the movement at the door, casually put down the jade slip in his hand, glanced at Fang Nan, and said casually: "It's really rare to come to the library so late in the sky, why, come here to find the classics?"

"Back to Uncle Hui, the disciple did come to the library to check things. Fang Nan bowed and said respectfully.

"Well, that's good. The white-haired old man looked Fang Nan up and down, pointed to the staircase, and said lightly: "Go to the second floor yourself, you can find the basic exercise books there, if you don't find it, come and find me to hand over the spirit stone, and go to the third floor to find it." ”

"Spirit Stone?"

Fang Nan was stunned, although he had never been to the Yuqing Sect's library before, after all, he had been getting started for four or five years, but he had never heard of such a rule.

"Nonsense, there are a lot of rare jade slips in the collection of books above the third floor, where can you foreign affairs disciples read at will, naturally you have to collect spirit stones. ”

The white-haired old man rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "Two spirit stones in one hour, if you want to copy the content of the jade slip inside, you need to deliver another ten spirit stones." ”

When Fang Nan heard this, he sighed secretly, as a foreign affairs disciple, he often encountered this kind of unfair thing in the sect, but he was used to it, but he never expected that in this library pavilion, just to consult the classics, the fee would be so high, if it was an ordinary foreign affairs disciple, I am afraid that nine out of ten would not be willing to do so.

He came to the library pavilion this time to check some records about Buddhism and relics, according to what the other party said, Fang Nan estimated that there was not much possibility on the second floor, so he nodded directly, took out two spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them over.

The white-haired old man squinted his eyes, and after taking the spirit stone, his face suddenly became much softer, and after saying lightly, "After an hour, I will add more spirit stones", he sat down without asking, and continued to ponder the jade slip.

Fang Nan shook his head a little depressedly and walked up the staircase.

In a blink of an eye, on the second floor, because it was already dusk, this floor was empty, Fang Nan raised his eyes and looked, but saw that the collection of books on this floor was not much, although the five or six wooden cabinets were densely stuffed with old books, it was estimated that there would not be more than a thousand, and on the bookcase in the middle, there were two rows of jade slips of different colors, which were about less than a hundred.

Seeing this scene, Fang Nan groaned slightly in his heart, and decided to rummage through this layer for a while before speaking, anyway, there were few books in the collection, even if he searched them all, it wouldn't take much time.

Standing in front of the bookshelf, Fang Nan found that the spine of these books was different from that of the mortal world, and most of them were printed with the titles of the books, making it easy to distinguish the general content. Looking quickly along the spine of the book, countless titles flashed through his mind one by one like a marquee.

"The Chronicles of the Waves, Song Wenzheng's Public Collection, Selected Poems of Jiazhou, Travels to the Four Seas......"

The more he looked down, the more Fang Nan's brows furrowed, most of these old books were actually anthologies of the mortal world, and it was not surprising that he appeared in the bookstore in the mortal city, but how could he appear here?

Could it be that there are monks who are bored and like to read these mortal books?

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Nan felt that this possibility was really not small, at least a few years ago, when he hadn't gone to Linchuanfang City, he often saw the senior brother Hao who was in the same courtyard as him, and he often read the biographies of his predecessors and was obsessed with it.

And if anyone likes to read the works written by these mortals, it seems to be in the past.

"If it's profitable, I don't mind moving some things from my previous life, but after all, monks are not equal to mortals, and I don't know if those works that can cause a frenzy of reading in my previous life can be exchanged for some benefits in the world of cultivating immortals......"

Fang Nan pondered for a moment, then shook his head and put the matter aside for the time being, now that the sky is dark and the time is limited, it is better not to delay too much.

His eyes fell on the bookshelf in front of him, and he searched it again, and after seeing that nothing could match the records of Buddhism, he sighed softly and turned around and walked to the bookcase.

After roughly counting, there were sixty or seventy jade slips of various colors on the bookcase, this one could not be swept by by him, and after picking up a jade slip casually, Fang Nan put it on his forehead, and his divine sense soaked in it.

After a moment, he opened his eyes with some disappointment and put the jade slip back in its place.

This is actually a fire system practice formula, the quality is only slightly inferior to his flame technique, and it can definitely attract a group of low-level scattered cultivators to rob it outside, but it is inconspicuous here, and Fang Nan naturally has no interest.

Immediately, he did not hesitate to take the next jade slip and put it on his forehead to check it. And what made him even more speechless was that what was recorded in this jade slip turned out to be a body refining technique, according to the description in it, cultivating it to the top level can tear the tiger and leopard with one hand, and collapse the stone with one punch, which is of course extremely superior for mortals, but the monks who have a little cultivation are afraid that they will not be able to look down on it.

Fang Nan's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he remembered that when he was in the southeast, he had seen the person surnamed Sun in the Moyu Building, and the shock that the other party had left for him was not small, so that he almost wanted to practice a body refining technique.

However, since he knew the limitations of his qualifications, he had spent most of the past few years in retreat and penance in pursuit of realm ascension, and finally even put down the art of talisman making for the time being, and where did he have time to try to become a physical cultivator.

"It's a pity that this technique is too rough, if you can advance to build a foundation in the future, you can find a more advanced body refining technique to try to cultivate......

After muttering to himself for a moment, Fang Nan shook his head and put it back on the bookcase, continuing to consult the rest of the jade slips.

In less than a cup of tea, most of the jade slips were turned over by him, but what disappointed him was that they were basically some low-level basic exercises, and there was no content they wanted.