Ye Sheng spent three days in the monastery. During these three days, he concentrated on refining elixirs and learned another elixir.
Taoist Master Qingxu was full of praise for Ye Sheng's talent in alchemy.
"Your strongest point is that you draw inferences from one example. You don't rigidly follow what I say. You can always develop your own ideas. Although most of your ideas are undesirable and naive, I admire your approach.
Plant." Taoist Master Qingxu said to Ye Sheng.
"Thank you for the compliment, Master." Ye Sheng smiled slightly and accepted it shamelessly.
"Three days have passed. You are going to visit the Royal Library tomorrow. How many books can you read in one day?" Taoist Priest Qingxu asked.
Ye Sheng thought for a moment and said, "I have a photographic memory, probably for hundreds of books."
"There are millions of books in the Royal Library, which are the most cherished books in the world. Many of them are unique. There are some in the Royal Library in other places, and there are also some in the Royal Library that are not available in other places. You can only read a hundred books in one day.
Did you waste this opportunity?" Taoist Priest Qingxu asked.
Ye Sheng said helplessly: "But a disciple only has one pair of eyes and one body. Reading hundreds of books is already the limit."
"I will teach you a method that will allow you to transform into thousands of things and read tens of thousands of books." Taoist Master Qingxu said with a smile.
Ye Sheng immediately knelt down and said in surprise: "Thank you, Master."
"Soul Clone Technique." Taoist Master Qingxu said slowly: "This Taoist Technique has no offensive power. You sit in meditation and the soul escapes, dividing into hundreds of selves. Read the books to see if it is more effective than just you.
Too much?"
"Master, if you do this, will you have a mental breakdown?" Ye Sheng asked doubtfully.
A person's brain capacity is limited. Without breaking through the out-of-body realm, once the brain capacity is exceeded, he will definitely have a mental breakdown. To put it bluntly, it is called neurosis.
"Don't you know how to control yourself?" Taoist Master Qingxu said angrily.
"Master, please teach me." Ye Sheng kowtowed.
"Get up, you are my apprentice. If I don't help you, who can I help? Your senior brother has left Xianyang and I don't know where he is going. He is so strong that I don't need to worry about him. He has already walked his own way. Your second senior brother is a genius.
You will also find your own way out, but you are the only one who studies alchemy, and I have never taught you Taoism. I will teach you this first Taoism, and you must learn it hard." Taoist Master Qingxu said with emotion.
Ye Sheng nodded seriously, he must study hard.
Ye Sheng has been coveting the royal library for a long time. The massive library in it is simply an invisible treasure, far beyond the library of Ye Mansion and Jixia College.
Taoist priest Qingxu carefully taught Ye Sheng the Soul Clone Technique. This Taoist technique is very simple. Because it has no attack power, Ye Sheng can learn it easily.
In one night, he had already mastered it and mastered it skillfully.
On the second day, a royal carriage arrived at Jixia College. Ye Sheng walked out early, boarded the carriage, and walked towards the palace.
The person driving the carriage was an imperial guard. He was unsmiling and did not talk to Ye Sheng. He drove the carriage alone.
Ye Sheng sat in the car, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate on the Soul Clone Technique. This technique was related to his harvest for the next day.
The Great Qin Imperial Palace was majestic and majestic. Ye Sheng came here for the second time. Last time he took a side door to enter the harem, but this time he entered through the main entrance.
Ye Sheng opened the curtains and looked at it silently. The huge city wall, black and beautiful, as beautiful as an ink painting, came into view, which made Ye Sheng feel very comfortable.
The entire palace is like a small city. In this city, world affairs are decided every day, and there is an inexplicable majesty to it.
This kind of majesty is difficult to describe. It does not emanate from people, but from the ancient brick walls, ancient city gates, and ancient steps.
The Royal Library is a huge palace directly behind the palace. When viewed from the sky, this palace looks like a huge open book.
After walking for a full hour, I arrived here. Ye Sheng got off the car and saw Liu Liangfeng.
He is the second one and is here today.
After Liu Liangfeng saw Ye Sheng, fighting spirit appeared in his eyes, the kind of fighting spirit that regarded Ye Sheng as his opponent.
He didn't look down on Ye Sheng because he only had the sixth level. Anyone who could overpower him to win the first place must be capable.
Liu Liangfeng wanted to have a head-on discussion with Ye Sheng.
Ye Sheng just looked at him, nodded, and said nothing.
Several others also came. Among the top ten, most were from Xianyang aristocratic families, but they were all at the bottom.
The third place is a disciple of the Ascension Holy Land, named Mo Yu, a man of few words.
The fourth place is Monk Wuwen, the senior brother of Monk Wuxin, who comes from Dalin Temple, and the fifth to tenth place are the disciples of the major families in Xianyang.
"You can enter the library for one day. I will wake you up at this time tomorrow. Don't do any damage to books in the library. Once discovered, we will not show mercy." The commander of the Imperial Army said.
Ye Sheng and others nodded, indicating that they understood.
Zhila!
The door of the royal library slowly opened, and an old man walked out slowly. He had white hair and serious age spots on his face. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Are these ten people going to hunt in Xishan this time?"
The commander of the imperial army nodded and said: "Old sir, these are the ten people. You can supervise them inside and don't let them damage the books."
"Okay, you go. I'll come over at this time tomorrow." The old man waved his hand, looked at Ye Sheng and the other ten people, and said, "Come in with me."
Ye Sheng was the first to take the step, and ten people entered the library one after another.
when!
The library door was immediately closed.
Ye Sheng was shocked the first time he entered the library.
big!
This library is much larger inside than outside.
grassland!
The second feeling is that this grassland is too big, right?
Yes, the inside of the library is not the various bookshelves and books that Ye Sheng imagined, but a lush grassland on which beautiful flowers bloom one after another.
"This is the royal library. These are a small world outlined by the formation. There is a book in each flower. There are millions of flowers in bloom here. You can watch it by yourself." The old man explained.
"Old man, we want to know how to distinguish these books?" Liu Liangfeng asked humbly.
The old man said: "It's very simple, the color, the yellow flowers are martial arts secret books, whether they are soul attacks or martial arts attacks, they are all yellow. The red ones are various biographies, celebrity handbooks, etc., and the other colors represent different types of books."
"Old man, don't know what to call me?" Mo Yu asked.
"I am the person who guards the library. You can just call me the Reader." The Reader said calmly.
"Old man, I would like to ask if there are any books about the Holy Land of Ascension?" Mo Yu asked.
The rest of the people also asked after the old man, but Ye Sheng walked slowly on the grass, squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched it, it was true.
"It's really incredible." Ye Sheng sighed with emotion, and immediately began to meditate and circulate his soul.