There was silence in the library, the lights flickering, except for the slight "crackling" sound of the occasional firelight exploding.

The one-storey rusty nine-story tower stands quietly not far from the "bed" of Luojiang, and the blood stains the half-rusty tower body, which looks a little weird.

The three fonts under the tower body that could not be distinguished were actually much brighter under the staining of blood, and the fonts could be recognized. That's ,—— Town Demon Tower!

Zizi!

The blood on the tower's body was slowly becoming lighter, as if it had melted into the tower's body, and after a while, a layer of bewitching red light suddenly gushed out. But when the red light first appeared, a layer of golden light poured out of the tower again, and the two consumed each other, stalemate, and started a tug-of-war.

Gradually, the red light and golden light dimmed, but the red light was obviously superior, and finally suppressed the golden light, leaving only some bleak reddish light, which was collected into the tower.

A moment later, the nine-story tower suddenly became light like a feather, floated, shrunk into a small cyan point of light in the air, and then rushed towards Luo Jiang's head in his sleep, and submerged into it.

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The nine-story tower shrunk into a green point of light, burrowed into Luo Jiang's head, and then made a home in a foggy place.

The tower body fell steadily, and there was a burst of light laughter in it, "Wow, the demon master is finally free!" After laughing, he said in a very small voice: "However, the demon master is now completely lost, so he must keep a low profile, low profile." ”

After another moment, his voice said with disdain: "This is really a small poor Zhihai, how did I choose such a weak body?"

"Hey, I don't know how many years I've been sealed in this broken tower, Demon Master, what has become of the world outside the world?"

"Although this kid is a waste of firewood, but the reason why I can break the last seal of the broken tower is because of this kid's pure blood, I can't imagine that there is still some Confucian breath in his blood, although it is weak, but it is quite pure, and the demon master does not like to owe favors to everyone......"

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Lonely night, no words all night.

Luo Jiang had a dream, he dreamed that he was named on the gold list, made the champion, rode on a high-headed horse, hugged each other, opened the road, and Bangyan and Tanhua rode a horse through the street, and the people on the side of the road were thunderous, congratulating and offering flowers...... Then the picture turned, and he dreamed that he took off his official uniform and put on his armor, and when he arrived at the border battlefield in the northwest, the arrows rained down like locusts on his head, and there was a sound of fighting around him, and he lifted the weapon in his hand, which was actually a wide-backed ring knife used by monks.

He wanted to cut people, but the knife was so heavy...... Ahh

Poof!

Luo Jiang rolled down from the "bed", fell to the ground and rubbed his head to see that the sky was already bright.

"This dream was made, and even the sword was brought in. He glanced at the knife at the head of the bed and smiled bitterly.

Maybe it was because of the blood loss, Luo Jiang felt that his head was still a little dizzy, thinking of blood loss, he naturally thought of the small tower, he turned his head to look, but he didn't find it.

"Well, why is the tower gone? Oh my God, could it be that I had a dream, such a realistic dream!"

Luo Jiang couldn't believe that a small tower he saw last night was gone, his first reaction was to dream, but when he opened his palm, the wound was still there, and it had already scabbed, he shook his dizzy head, "No, this is definitely not a dream, is it...... Thieves came last night and stole the tower??"

Luo Jiang was suddenly startled, and after a while, he was afraid, and he could only attribute the guilt to the fact that he lost too much blood last night, which caused him to sleep too deeply, and he didn't even notice that the thieves were coming. Fortunately, he is still alive.

After admonishing himself for a while, Luo Jiang turned off the light, then took out some dry food to eat, and devoted himself to sorting out the classics.

"It's too unsafe here, leave early when you finish early!"

Luo Jiang lifted the books, which were thicker than bricks, from the bookshelf, neatly stacked them in an open place, and worked for an hour, but only emptied one bookshelf.

Although the task was very heavy, he opened every moisture-proof box and looked at it, and no one was left behind, but he didn't find that these classics had no martial arts cheats at all except for Buddhist scriptures and notes.

"If I really have martial arts secrets, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it at all, just with those wine and meat monks outside, I can't keep it at all. ”

Although he thought so, Luo Jiang still did not let go of a moisture-proof box, he deeply understood that there are not many opportunities in a person's life, and whatever is sent to his eyes, he can't let go of one. The library pavilion is easy to get in once.

Just like that, one bookshelf after another, by noon, only three bookshelves were emptied. The books that were brought over were all placed in different categories, and the Buddhist scriptures were in one piece, and the memorization was in one piece.

Another afternoon passed, seeing that the sun was in the west, Luo Jiang cleaned out the three bookshelves again, even if it was cool in the library, he was tired and panting, and he was so hot that he was sweating, and he didn't know how much water was poured into the middle of the road.

"This waste wood is quite hard. The voice in the nine-story tower in the sea of knowledge gave such an evaluation.

The hard work paid off, and Luo Jiang's hard work and carefulness finally paid off.

When he picked up a moisture-proof box, he found that the lid of the moisture-proof box was not so tight, because the contents of the box were a little higher, and the lid could not be closed completely. This situation is extremely rare, and then the heart moves.

When the moisture-proof box was opened, what was presented in front of him was still an essay, and Luo Jiang casually opened it and glanced at it a few times. The writer of this essay is a monk named Minghui, who is also the thirteenth generation elder of the Fawang Temple, but this Minghui began to have a low status, but he was just an ordinary warrior monk in the temple, and later his talent was excavated and he was promoted to elder.

Elder Minghui said very little about the experience of being an elder, but it was a close-up of the experience of being a warrior monk, which was all about going out to do tasks, and Luo Jiang didn't look at it much.

"Huh?"

Luo Jiang's movements suddenly stopped, and he landed on a paragraph, "Although the poor monk can fly to the sky now, he is especially fond of boxing." When I was a warrior monk, I practiced the basic long boxing in the temple, and I never had the opportunity to practice the top boxing of the temple. ”

"This monk is interesting, since he has the ability to fly away from the sky as he said, but he likes ordinary boxing books, it's really strange! I'm afraid that my ability is high later, and it's useless to get those top boxing books to practice, so I collected a book to comfort my regrets. ”

Luo Jiang commented on this Minghui Elder in his heart, and was suddenly stunned, "Fist, fist book?!

With a thump in his heart, Luo Jiang took out the notes from the moisture-proof box, looked at the bottom of the box, and suddenly stopped breathing.

Really, really, there really ......

Pressed under the note is a booklet, the paper is not as good as the note, it has been yellowed, the booklet is thin, a few words on the cover are presented in front of Luo Jiang's eyes, and the left side of this vertical line of words is also painted with a warrior monk with his hands to the sky, punching the action.

What a boxing book!

Luo Jiang felt his heart fluttering and beating, this is a great thing to have a pillow when he is sleepy! At this time, he is the only one in the library cabinet, and he doesn't have to think about "seeing treasures."

I carefully took the booklet out of the moisture-proof box and flipped it over, and there were only twelve pages with the cover. The first few pages are all written in words, and the next few pages are full of punching movements, and there are small words appended to them. It is indeed a boxing book, and there is no doubt about it.

"It's just the name of the boxing book, and it doesn't look like it's as good as Elder Minghui said. ”

Luo Jiang's gaze returned to the cover, and his eyebrows raised, "Qingniu Boxing, does this seem like the name of the top boxing book?"

But no matter what, Luo Jiang finally got the coveted boxing book, even if it was the most ordinary, he didn't have it, didn't he?

Breathe, breathe.

After taking a few deep breaths, Luo Jiang returned to his state of mind like stopping water, and thought: "The other classics are not busy sorting out, so let's take the boxing book back first, so as not to have too many dreams at night." ”

After confirming that there were no words on the front and back covers, Luo Jiang tore them off, then took out the flint and flint and lit them and burned them.

Then he tore ten pages in half, took off the shoes on his feet, and stuffed them in like insoles.

Stomping his feet, feeling foolproof, Luo Jiang picked up the ring knife on the "bed" and walked out of the library pavilion.

When he walked out of the library pavilion, he was not stopped by a monk when he came, but when he left, a monk searched his body. Although the monk is idle, he is not a fool, and expects Luo Jiang to make some discoveries.

In a long corridor facing the entrance of the library, a monk and a woman waited indecently.

"Luo boy, don't you classify the Buddhist scriptures well, what are you going to do when you go out?"

The monk didn't know where to pull out a wet finger from the woman, shook it and pointed at Luo Jiang, and shouted.

Seeing a drop of sticky water dripping from the monk's finger pointing at him and pulling it into a thread, Luo Jiang's anger suddenly rose, but he forced himself to endure it and said: "I came here yesterday, but I didn't expect that there are so many classics in the library pavilion, and the dry food brought is not enough, and the weather is so hot, the vegetables will die of drought if they are not watered." I need to go back to the mountains. ”

The monk waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, okay, let's go back." Come here and let me search my body. ”

"Body search?" Luo Jiang had already thought of it, but pretended to be angry, "I'm a dignified scholar, do you think I'm going to do something like stealing chickens and dogs? This is insulting me." Do you understand that a scholar would rather starve to death than eat the food that comes his way? If he doesn't eat anything he sends with a bad attitude, will he steal it?"

The feet were soft, and Luo Jiang himself was panicked when he said this.

"Don't talk to me about those useless things, the officials are all scholars, and there are fewer things to do as male thieves and prostitutes. ”

The monk walked up unceremoniously, stretched out his hand and touched Luo Jiang's body, and said to himself: "If you don't let me search, you will continue to go back to the library pavilion." ”

Luo Jiang took a step back, dodged the monk's hand, and unbuttoned his shirt himself before the monk was about to change his face.

Taking off the green shirt outside, Luo Jiang took it in his hand and shook it a few times, and said, "You don't hide anything, do you?"

"Skinny ribs!"

The monk swept Luo Jiang disdainfully, "Let's go, let's go, count you as a kid." ”

Luo Jiang endured his anger and picked up the ring knife thrown on the ground, "There are often wild boars rushing in my vegetable garden, this rusty knife, I will bring it back, there will be no problem." ”

Seeing that the monk ignored it, Luo Jiang carried the ring knife and walked his own way.

The monk's contemptuous voice came from behind him, "That small body, even if he carries a demon-slaying pestle, is similar to a scarecrow in the wheat field. Come, my little beauty, or the Buddha I am strong, let's continue to ......"

Carrying the ring knife down the mountain, Luo Jiang muttered viciously: "If you let me take off my shoes, see if I don't kill you bastard with a knife." ”

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