There are roads in the mountain of books, and hard work is the path; there is no limit to the sea of learning, and hard work is the boat!
After spending several months hanging out in the library in Yongle Fairy City, Wang Chen felt that his current job was a perfect fit for him, as if it was tailor-made for him.
The manager's position is neither high nor low. He does not have to bear major responsibilities and does not need to do tedious and hard work.
Wang Chen only needs to patrol the floors he is responsible for regularly every day to check on the work of the clerks, and then he can spend the rest of the time in his room reading, drinking tea, nourishing his energy, and practicing.
Although the Collection Pavilion has a large collection of books and jade slips, it does not involve high-value secrets of martial arts. Even the most ordinary city residents can borrow books and classics here.
Therefore, no one will try to come here when they are full. It is very safe and stable.
The more books Wang Chengou borrows and reads here, the deeper his understanding of Haotian Realm becomes and the richer the various information he masters.
Quantitative changes will bring about qualitative changes. In fact, a lot of interesting and useful knowledge and information is hidden between the lines of these books. It is easy to overlook it at a glance, but you can dig it out by reading carefully.
For example, the records about Lingzhu and Scrophulariaceae come from the travel notes of an unknown person.
This notebook was stored in the corner of the third floor of the library. Since Wang Chen was responsible for the management of the third floor, he had made a detailed inventory of the books in the library and found it accidentally.
Unexpectedly, I found content that was very useful to me.
In comparison, Zangshuge's meager salary and benefits are nothing at all!
Wang Chen hoped that he could continue like this until the golden elixir condensed.
"Xiao Wang."
In the tea room on the second floor of the library, an old monk with white hair and beard said to Wang Chen with a smile: "We are all old guys waiting to die. You are young, so don't end your own path.
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"Ahem!"
Wang Chen coughed twice and said with a wry smile: "Senior, you also know that I injured Daoji. Unless I get the Heaven-Returning Pill, it will be great to keep my cultivation. I really don't dare to think about anything else!"
Huitian Dan is a third-level elixir, and the seventeen main and auxiliary materials required for its refining are all valuable heavenly and earthly treasures.
Moreover, the refining of this kind of elixir is extremely difficult, and non-masters would not dare to open the furnace. It is very good to be able to produce two or three completed elixirs in one furnace.
Therefore, even if Master Jin Dan wants to obtain a few Huitian Dan, it is not an easy task.
How could Wang Chen dare to hope for a small Zifu with no power?
Of course the other stewards present knew this very well, and they all offered words of relief.
One said that auspicious people have their own destiny, and the other said that those who survive a catastrophe will have good fortune in the future.
It sounded heartwarming, but Wang Chen could detect a hint of gloating about his misfortune.
This is not because he is too sensitive.
There are five stewards in the library, and they are divided into senior stewards, second stewards, and third stewards according to their seniority...
Wang Chen is the bottom five stewards.
Unlike the other four stewards who were just waiting to die, he was very young. Even if Daoji was damaged and his future was bleak, his vitality was unmatched by others.
Even if Wang Chen's cultivation has stagnated, he can still live for another two hundred years if he takes good care of his health.
And the four stewards don't have much life left. How can they feel comfortable seeing such a young Wang Chen?
These guys who were thrown into dawdling in the library have already lost their ambitions and cannot be broad-minded!
Therefore, they usually like to stimulate Wang Chen intentionally or unintentionally, expose Wang Chen's "scars" openly or covertly, and also rely on their old people to act caring and caring, so that people can't get angry.
Enjoy it!
Wang Chen had long seen through their dirty thoughts and usually stayed away from them when nothing happened.
I virtually isolated myself.
But this is actually a good thing for him!
After chatting with some of the stewards in a non-smiling manner, Wang Chen stood up to say goodbye and left the tea room to go back to his room.
Today was the monthly management meeting, and he had to attend.
Now that the meeting is over, Wang Chen is so full that he continues to make excuses with these rotten old guys!
"Tsk tsk!"
The old monk just shook his head and showed a regretful expression: "What a pity."
Several other stewards nodded seriously: "What a pity!"
Then they looked at each other and smiled.
They felt that they were senior and more senior than Wang Chen, but in fact Wang Chen only regarded these guys as dead bones in the grave and didn't bother to care about them as long as they didn't interfere with his life.
After returning to the room and closing the door, Wang Chen picked up a Taoist scripture that he had not finished reading and continued.
While he was concentrating on reading, a gleaming golden elixir continued to absorb spiritual power in his dantian, and it kept spinning.
The powerful magic power surges like a long river, circulating in Wang Chen's meridians, and finally returns to Dantian.
His cultivation realm is slowly but surely improving bit by bit!
When the library closed, when Wang Chen walked out of the room, his face had "returned" to its original paleness, his eyes dimmed, and his whole aura became depressed and gray.
Although Guan Shengping and Guan Zhenren, who sent Wang Chen here, have already forgotten that he is such a small person.
But Wang Chen has been conscientiously playing the role of "the wounded".
Because as long as he maintains the image of a "salted fish", he can survive peacefully.
No more attention and calculations from Guan Shengping, Yu Fei and others!
In this way, winter turns to spring, and another year passes.
During the Grain Rain season, Wang Chen's life as a monk in the Cangshuge Pavilion experienced some changes.
He upgraded.
It's not that Wang Chen's cultivation realm has broken through from the eighth floor to the ninth floor of the Zi Mansion, but that he has been upgraded from the fifth manager at the end of the crane to the fourth manager, responsible for managing the fourth floor of the library.
As for the reason, it is actually very simple. The steward who was originally ranked second has died.
The second manager is the oldest and very narrow-minded. He usually likes to show off his old skills to Wang Chen.
It's probably because bitches have their own destiny. God probably couldn't stand this old guy. It is said that he went crazy while taking Danyun Qi and died on the spot.
Wang Chen was promoted to fourth manager.
And the vacancy he left was quickly filled.
There are countless monks in Yongle Immortal City, and there are many unlucky guys everywhere. Being sent to the library to sit on the bench is not bad at all.
In the blink of an eye, it's midsummer again.
Wang Chen applied for annual leave to Cao Ke, the director of the library.
Cangshuge is an unpopular place within the Yongle Immortal City system. There is no gain or future in working there, so the rules are very loose.
Managers like Wang Chen can apply for ten days and a half of annual leave if necessary.