Everyone in the library surrounded the reader and asked, wanting to know where to start.
But the reader was stunned and did not answer them.
The reader is looking at Ye Sheng.
The eyes are strange, full of surprises, doubts, and sudden realizations...
Liu Liangfeng and others also looked back and were stunned.
Ye Sheng was sitting cross-legged on the grass, his face was peaceful, as if he was asleep, only the center of his eyebrows was glowing slightly.
This light shot out nine hundred and ninety-nine leaves.
Spread across the entire grassland, in front of the nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers, there is a Ye Sheng stationed there, reading calmly.
The strange scene shocked Liu Liangfeng and others, leaving them speechless and not knowing what to say.
"Interesting, interesting, I haven't met such an interesting person for a long time." The reader smiled, stared at Ye Sheng carefully, wrote down Ye Sheng's appearance, turned around and left, ignoring Liu Liangfeng and others.
"Soul Clone Technique." Liu Liangfeng gritted his teeth and said. He recognized the Taoist technique used by Ye Sheng. It was a rare Taoist technique with no offensive power from Longhu Mountain.
Although it has no offensive power, this Taoist method is also one of the forbidden Taoist methods in Longhu Mountain, and it cannot be learned by non-core disciples.
How did Ye Sheng learn?
"Ye Sheng's master is Taoist Master Qingxu." Li Yan, the son of Marquis Zhenhai, said, he was the fifth.
"But can't the Soul Clone Technique only be divided into dozens?" Monk Wuwen asked doubtfully.
"A person with a strong soul can be divided many times." Mo Yu said with a solemn expression. This was the first time he officially recognized Ye Sheng.
"With these nine hundred and ninety-nine clones, how powerful is his soul?" Liu Liangfeng was shocked. He had already seriously regarded Ye Sheng as his opponent, but now, he found that he still underestimated Ye Sheng.
"This is a genius." Mo Yu said, and the inheritor from the Ascension Holy Land finally recognized Ye Sheng's talent.
Li Yan looked solemn. He wanted to go back and warn his nephew not to conflict with Ye Sheng.
Ye Sheng, who was being discussed, was not listening to what was going on outside the window at the moment, and he only read the books of sages.
Wandering in the sea of books, Ye Sheng couldn't help but wonder.
While reading nine hundred and ninety-nine books at the same time, Ye Sheng entered an inexplicable state.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine different books, including martial arts secrets, Taoist secrets, spiritual insights written by predecessors, secret elixirs, etc...
At this moment, Ye Sheng is like a relay processor, connecting Dantian and the earth.
Boom!
In an instant, on the desert of the earth, countless stone tablets fell from the sky and smashed down hard. The ground shook and the mountains were filled with yellow sand. The momentum was astonishing.
Such a scene instantly shocked people all over the earth.
The monks on Wudang Mountain, the martial arts practitioners in Siberia, the spiritual practitioners on the unknown island, the inheritors of ancient combat skills...
The practitioners on the earth were alarmed and all turned their attention to the desert.
"God, are martial arts spreading again?" Many people are thinking in their hearts.
Every time Ye Sheng read a book, he handed down a stone tablet with clear records and smashed it in the desert.
People on earth rush to the desert to get a closer look.
Ye Sheng has fallen into a sea of knowledge. He reads martial arts, Taoism, practice records, mirror breaking methods, alchemy manuals, and biographies...
While other people have read one book, Ye Sheng has already read 999, or even more than 1,900, because he has a photographic memory and is twice as fast as others.
Ye Sheng's footprints are all over the grassland, and the clones of his soul that he scattered are uncertain and insubstantial. They are just a shadow of the soul. But at this moment, everyone's eyes are red with envy.
If they knew how to do this, who knows how much they would gain?
Ye Sheng was lying on the grass reading a book, shaking his head and feeling deeply.
Ye Sheng sat upright and read a book seriously.
Ye Sheng was reading a book with a broken mirror with a sad face.
Ye Sheng's face was full of joy, as he read the book as if he had found a treasure.
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And looking at it, Ye Sheng's realm actually broke through.
From the fifth heaven of nourishing the soul to the sixth heaven of nourishing the soul, it is like a gurgling stream, which is suddenly supplemented by a big river, and suddenly releases the flood, breaking the barrier.
Ye Sheng's nine hundred and ninety-nine clones were reading more enthusiastically.
On this day, Ye Sheng gained the most from the entire library.
Others have read more than a hundred books and have gained a lot. They have accumulated some knowledge and have a much deeper understanding of spiritual practice.
But when they looked at Ye Sheng, the little bit of pride in their hearts suddenly dissipated without a trace.
They read more than a hundred books, and Ye Sheng probably read tens of thousands.
Everyone looked at the nine hundred and ninety-nine clones of Ye Sheng, constantly flipping through books, the speed was simply beyond their imagination.
Everyone just thought Ye Sheng was memorizing it by rote, so they wrote it all down first and then slowly understood it when they went back.
Little did he know that Ye Sheng understood it while reading it. I dare not say that he understood everything, but he understood at least 40%.
He read ninety-nine thousand nine hundred books.
Forty percent understood.
Because the base is so large, a 41% exchange is a huge gain.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that Ye Sheng has all the books now.
Many people read as many books in a lifetime as Ye Sheng did in a day.
However, this also has sequelae. After the day passed, Ye Sheng was confused and accepted the rewards from the commander of the Forbidden Army, including the various swords in the world, the innate elixir, and the title.
As for commanding an army, Ye Sheng is a student at Jixia College and has not yet left the army, so he will reserve it temporarily. After Ye Sheng completes his studies and leaves the army, he can mention this reward to the court.
Ye Sheng didn't even know how he left the palace.
He was carried back to Jixia Academy.
He was carried to the monastery.
Dao Ming looked at Ye Sheng who was in a coma and said worriedly: "Master, will the little junior brother be okay?"
Taoist Master Qingxu checked carefully and said: "It's okay, it's just that the soul has been lost too much and is close to depletion. His soul forces him to rest and fall into a deep sleep. He will replenish his soul and wake up in a few days."
Daoming was relieved and asked: "How many books have you read, junior brother?"
Taoist Master Qingxu smiled and said: "Your junior brother is very greedy and has made himself like this. How many books do you think he has read?"
"That's at least 10,000 books read, right?" Dao Ming guessed in surprise.
"I estimate it is more than that, at least 30,000 copies." Taoist Master Qingxu sent Ye Sheng into the room, and then lit a stick of incense for Ye Sheng, which would repair Ye Sheng's soul.
After this sleep, Ye Sheng slept for ten full days.
After not eating or drinking for ten days, Ye Sheng lost weight, resembling a haggard old man. His energy was greatly consumed, and he slowly recovered, naturally extracting energy from his body.
Therefore, his originally refined body became as skinny as a stick in ten days, and his whole body exuded an aura of old age, looking like a dying person.
Dao Ming came to watch every day and was extremely anxious.
Taoist Priest Qingxu said like an old god: "When the body is worn out, just wake up and replenish it. As long as his soul is fine, maybe this replenishment will be a blessing in disguise."