Just when the two peak masters were facing off in the Cold Palace, Feng Mu, who had suddenly disappeared, actually appeared in the Hanlin Academy.

But Feng Mu didn't know that the place he was in was the Hanlin Academy, which the world's scholars longed for, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the vast sea of books in front of him.

Didn't he fight the old devil?

When he thought he was going to die, he was pulled by a strong force, and then he was brought here involuntarily.

Feng Mu didn't expect that there were people in this world who still had such magical powers, he pinched his hand, thinking that he was dreaming, but the pain told him that everything had really happened.

Feng Mu looked around, but he didn't see half a figure, he shouted softly twice, and there was no answer.

Feng Mu felt that this was a academy, and he immediately thought of the world-famous Scripture Pavilion, but he immediately rejected this idea, and he was in the palace, thinking that this was the royal library.

When Feng Mu thought of this, he was relieved. The books here are full of sweat, and under the illumination of the sky lantern, Feng Mu is dazzled.

With so many books, if there were a fire, it would be a great disaster. Feng Mu couldn't help but think like this, and looked at the sky lantern above his head, which was covered with a layer of non-flammable cover, which was considered to have a fireproof effect, but it also reduced a lot of light.

His stomach screamed softly, Feng Mu covered his stomach, and then remembered that he hadn't eaten for a day, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and looked around, trying to find some snacks, but he found nothing except the dust on those tables.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps outside, Feng Mu was overjoyed and wanted to open the door. But after thinking about it, I don't know anything about this place, what if the other party thinks of himself as a thief?

Thinking of this, Feng Mu couldn't help but hide behind the bookshelf, carefully observing the situation outside, and the footsteps stopped outside the door. It seems that there is no intention of entering the door.

Feng Mu couldn't help but feel curious, only to hear the sound of the tableware box being put down, and then the footsteps faded away.

Feng Mu was even more puzzled, he could still hear the sound of chopsticks on the porcelain bowl, but why was this, could it be that there was someone else here, that person came to bring him food?

But Feng Mu searched every corner just now, but he didn't find anything. So he naturally thought: Could it be that the person who saved me knew that I was hungry, so he specially ordered someone to bring me food?

Thinking of this, Feng Mu was relieved, and walked out from behind the bookshelf, he just wanted to open the door to get the food box, but found that the door had been opened.

The light of the lantern outside shone in, and Feng Mu didn't see anyone, but who opened the door?

It can't be the wind, right?

Feng Mu didn't want to think about it. At this time, what he wanted most was to fill his stomach. So he looked down at the food box that had just been delivered, but the ground was empty, and there was nothing.

Feng Mu thought like this, he really couldn't figure out how the food sent by that person could disappear out of thin air without any sound. It's not a ghost, so what's going on?

Feng Mu remembered that he had disappeared out of thin air, and as soon as the two were combined, he had a feeling of taking the path of yin and yang, could it be that he had been killed by that old monster. Is it already in hell now?

But there is still a feeling of pain, is it true that after death, it is also another existence, but after his death, the body is an invisible state of consciousness that exists in the void, and it is not so substantial.

At this time, Feng Mu suddenly heard the sound of someone eating, and when he heard this sound, Feng Mu was terrified.

It turned out that the food box that was sent just now really existed, but it was just taken away first. Feng Mu followed the sound, and walked slowly towards the sound of eating.

This time, he was not disappointed, and between the two bookshelves, he saw an old man with white hair, whose hair grew like dead grass. His beard never seemed to be groomed, and he looked like a mess.

Although his clothes were very shabby, the holes were patched up, and although they were washed white, they did not look dirty.

This person's appearance is like a member of the beggar gang, but in the palace, Feng Mu will not regard this person as a member of the beggar gang, he bent down respectfully, and said respectfully: "The junior has seen the senior, may I ask the senior surname?"

The man just chewed slowly, and didn't pay attention to Feng Mu, Feng Mu saw him eating with relish, he couldn't help but feel envious in his heart, salivating, and his stomach actually rumbled again at this time.

The old man raised his head, looked at Feng Mu with an embarrassed face, and handed over his dishes, Feng Mu gave a respectful salute, carefully took the food handed over by the old man, and ate it.

The old man looked at Feng Mu, who was originally sitting on the ground, slowly stood up, ignored Feng Mu anymore, took a book from the shelf, sat on the chair next to him and read it.

Feng Mu gulped down, and after a while, he ate the food cleanly, he wiped his mouth, respectfully thanked the old man, and then asked the old man where to wash the dishes?

The old man was still reading and didn't pay attention to Feng Mu, Feng Mu thought he was old, so he couldn't help but increase his tone and asked where to wash the dishes again.

The old man frowned slightly, finally raised his head, and said lightly: "Put it at the door, and someone will naturally come to pick it up later, and then you can follow along, and you will go back wherever you come." ”

Feng Mu didn't expect that this old-timer would be so cold, but the other party had already issued an eviction order, so it was inconvenient for him to continue to stay.

Following the words of the old-timer, Feng Mu put the dishes and chopsticks into the food box, and then mentioned the door and put them away. He was a little bored, and although he didn't want to disturb the cold old man, he had a lot of doubts in his heart.

"Dare to ask seniors, did you save my life?"

Feng Mu still asked respectfully, the old man's gaze still did not leave the book, but shook his head slightly, Feng Mu had not yet gotten the answer he wanted, and couldn't help but continue to ask: "Dare to ask the seniors, who saved my life?"

The old man continued to read, this time he didn't even bother to move his head, Feng Mu was bored with himself, and said to himself: "Seniors like to read so much, but I think there is a book you have never read." ”

Hearing Feng Mu's words, the old man finally raised his head and asked lightly, "What book?"

Feng Mu just wanted the old man to talk to him, so he said this, he didn't expect that the old man with a calm heart would be so interested when he mentioned a book he hadn't read.

Being asked by the old man like this, Feng Mu couldn't help but feel hot on his face, he was a little embarrassed, he definitely couldn't just say an ancient book, because this erudite old man was likely to have read it. Moreover, his understanding of ancient books is difficult to reach the hall of elegance.

Because of these two reasons, Feng Mu decided to go off the rails and said to the old man: "I wonder if my predecessors have ever read a strange book called "Journey to the West"?"

In fact, Feng Mu didn't know if "Journey to the West" had come out at this time, but he had vaguely heard of Wu Chengen's talent, and he paid special attention to it, knowing that Wu Chengen was still in his youth.

So he expected that "Journey to the West" would still be written, so he said so. When he said this, the old man's eyes really lit up, shook his head, and said, "I haven't seen it, what is it?"

Feng Mu wanted to laugh in his heart, since the old man was interested, he was also bored, so it didn't matter if he chatted with the old man. (To be continued.) )