Looking at the magnificent castle-like library in front of him, Zhong Wen felt that his vocabulary was a bit poor and he couldn't find the right words to describe it.
According to visual inspection, the entire library has about five floors, and the height of each floor is almost equivalent to two floors of an ordinary building.
Follow Ran Sujuan into the main entrance of the library. At a glance, the ground floor is about the size of half a football field. Teak-colored bookshelves are neatly arranged. The four walls are also made into book walls, starting from the ground to the top of the floor.
All the space is fully utilized to place books, and not even a gap is wasted, which is quite the style of an island country designer.
White figures shuttled back and forth in the library. Judging from the aura on their bodies, most of them were Heavenly Wheel or even Spirit Master cultivators. There were only one or two Earth Wheel cultivators. They all looked very young. Most of them had just started.
The new disciples.
"Sister Ran, are these five floors full of classical books?" Zhong Wen was so shocked that he felt his mouth was dry and asked with difficulty.
"It's all on the four floors below." Ran Sujuan took the trouble to introduce. "The fifth floor is a resting place for everyone to exchange their experiences in divine literature. Tea and snacks are provided."
It is indeed a holy place, and it is so service-minded!
Zhong Wen casually browsed the categories on each bookshelf. After a while, he stood in front of a shelf marked "Spiritual Skills", reached out and took out a classic, and started flipping through it.
"I found the 'Spiritual Skills' book "Military Body Fist". Do you want to include it? Yes/No."
In the blink of an eye, a book called "Military Body Fist" was placed in the "Bronze Grade" row of the bookshelf in his mind.
What rubbish is this!
Zhong Wen couldn't help being disappointed and complained bitterly in his heart.
He did not believe in evil, so he put the book of spiritual skills back on the bookshelf and took out the one next to it.
"I found the 'Spiritual Skills' book "Gravel Palm". Do you want to include it? Yes/No."
Looking at "Gravel Palm" placed in the "Silver Grade" row, he felt that his whole body was not good.
With Ran Sujuan following him, and surrounded by disciples of the Holy Land, Zhong Wen naturally couldn't perform the "Book Touching Technique" like he did in Yaowang Valley and Leiyin Valley, so he had to hold each book in his hand and turn it over twice, pretending
read.
After collecting several more books of bronze and silver spiritual skills, Zhong Wen turned around with a confused look on his face and asked: "Sister Ran, the spiritual skills collected by the Academy seem to be of a low grade..."
"The gold-level exercises and spiritual skills are all on the fourth floor." Ran Sujuan nodded in approval, "The level of spiritual skills here is indeed not high. They are mainly used for literary research. The disciples of the Holy Land will not practice it themselves."
"Gold level?" Zhong Wen asked in confusion, "Shouldn't the martial arts and spiritual skills practiced by people in the Holy Land surpass the gold level?"
"I knew you would ask this." Ran Sujuan smiled sweetly and said, "Of course there are martial arts and spiritual skills that surpass the gold level. There are also some fully translated versions, but they are all stored in the Saint's Palace.
, even those in the academy, not everyone is qualified to practice. Only those who have achieved achievements in divine literature and obtained credits will be rewarded by saints."
"So stingy." Zhong Wen muttered quietly.
Ran Sujuan also has the Heavenly Wheel cultivation level, and her perception is so keen. Naturally, she heard his complaints and couldn't help but feel angry and funny: "In this academy, there are many guests from the outside like you. If you bring high-grade
The spiritual skills and techniques are randomly placed here, and there is no guarantee that they will not be lost to the outside world. Even if secular people cannot interpret them, they cannot prevent other major holy places from coveting them. It should be noted that there is still a competitive relationship among the seven holy places."
"Sister is right." Zhong Wen scratched his head and said a little embarrassed, "I'm a little thirsty after walking around. Let's go to the fifth floor to have tea."
Since it was inconvenient to use the "Book Touching Technique" and there were no high-level skills and spiritual skills to steal in the lower floors, Zhong Wen suddenly lost interest and felt that instead of reading some useless books here, it would be better to do this with him.
Two beautiful sisters drank tea together and talked about the joy of life.
The two of them climbed up one floor at a time. With each floor, there were fewer Holy Land disciples reading inside.
When we arrived at the fourth floor, there were only a dozen or so people on the floor of the same area. Most of them had cultivation levels beyond Zhong Wen's perception, and had obviously reached the realm of spiritual masters.
I thought that my current strength was quite impressive, but after visiting the Holy Land, I realized that I was still a weakling.
Zhong Wen's self-confidence was greatly affected, and he followed Ran Sujuan to the fifth floor with a sad face.
The style of the entire floor has changed. There are no more densely arranged wooden bookshelves. There are rectangular wooden tables placed on the wide floor. There are benches on both sides of each table, and some people are sitting on them here and there.
The disciples of the Holy Land in white clothes.
In the open space in the center of the floor, there is a circle of people in white clothes. They are observing something attentively and discussing with each other from time to time. The atmosphere is quite lively.
A beautiful girl in white clothes is walking among the square tables with a teapot in her hand, refilling tea and water for the guests from time to time. She has a graceful figure and graceful figure, and she looks very eye-catching.
"Sister Juan, why are you free to come here today?" Seeing Ran Sujuan, the girl's eyes lit up and she approached with a smile and greeted her.
"Come and sit with this distinguished guest." Ran Sujuan pursed her lips toward Zhong Wen, "Xiaolan, bring me two cups of tea and a bowl of pastries."
The girl responded with a smile, and quickly delivered tea and cakes to Ran Sujuan's table.
"Have those two guests left yet?" Ran Sujuan stretched out her slender hand and pointed at the crowd in the center of the floor.
"Isn't that right?" Xiaolan pursed her lips and said with a smile, "These two compete three times a day, vowing to win the heart of Senior Sister Ning. I'm afraid they won't leave the academy in a short time."
"How is the battle going today?" Ran Sujuan shook her head helplessly and asked casually.
"Scholar Chu has already lost two battles." Xiaolan seemed to be a bit regretful in her tone, "In the past few days, he has never defeated Scholar Zhu once."
"Sister Ran, what's going on?" Hearing the words "Senior Sister Ning", Zhong Wen suddenly became interested and couldn't help but ask.
"Since you and Xiaojie are old acquaintances, it's okay to tell you." Ran Sujuan said truthfully, "The first two guests there are Zhu Congzhu, a scholar from the 'Qixing Pavilion', and Chu Qiuyang from the 'Lingxiao Holy Land'
Academician Chu, both of them are admirers of Xiaojie. They have always stayed in the academy, probably because they wanted to 'win the beauty back'."
"Oh?" When Zhong Wen heard this, Ning Jie's peerless face like a fairy appeared in his mind. He became curious and couldn't help but stand up and walk towards the crowd, "I'm going to watch the excitement."
Ran Sujuan thought that he had a young mind and liked liveliness, so she did not persuade him and instead followed him into the crowd.
I saw two middle-aged men fighting in the central open space. The man on the left was dressed in white clothes. He was handsome and handsome.
Majestic atmosphere.
The man on the right is wearing a yellow shirt. Although he looks handsome, he has a hint of cunning. His moves are agile and light, and his turns are smooth. In terms of style, he seems to be somewhat restrained compared to the man in white.
The two seemed to have agreed to only compete in moves, and both controlled their spiritual power to the level of the Earth Chakra.
"Sister Ran, aren't these two scholars of theology?" Zhong Wen asked puzzledly, "Why don't they compete on knowledge, but on fists and feet?"
"Zhong Wen, you can pass the stone tablet test, but you don't know that the divine writing test is divided into literary and martial arts?" Ran Sujuan was once again surprised by Zhong Wen's lack of common sense.
Zhong Wen did not answer, but looked directly at her with a pair of innocent eyes.
Ran Sujuan's face became slightly hot when he stared at her, and she sighed and said: "The so-called martial arts fight means that two divine literature scholars each choose a book of ancient spiritual skills of the same level, read and practice it within the specified time, and then just
Competing with these two spiritual skills, this kind of competition tests the scholar's ability to read and understand ancient classics quickly."
"So that's it." Zhong Wen suddenly realized, "My little brother used to just work behind closed doors at home. He never communicated with others and didn't know much about the rules in this area."
"You are able to reach this level by studying alone. Your talent is amazing." Ran Sujuan glanced at him and gained another understanding of the strangeness of this young man.
While they were talking, the man in the yellow shirt took an opportunity and got close to his opponent. He opened the man in white's right arm with his left hand in a strange gesture, and at the same time, he reached for the opponent's throat with his right hand.
The man in white had already used his moves and was unable to dodge. The man in yellow grabbed his throat with his right hand and shook his head helplessly: "I lost."
"Brother Chu, I accept." The man in yellow took two steps back and said with a smile, "In this way, we have competed in a total of fifty-seven games, and you only won nine. The outcome is clear at a glance, and we will continue tomorrow.
What?"
"Brother Zhu is right, Chu has been completely defeated." This man in white is none other than Chu Qiuyang, a young scholar from the "Lingxiao Holy Land". "But it is too early to give up. The matter between men and women
, it’s not just the spiritual power cultivation and the attainments in divine literature that are looked at. Before Miss Ning expressed her position, Chu still had some illusions in his heart."
"Brother Chu's good nature is really admirable." The man in yellow shirt is naturally Zhu Cong, the "little Zhuge" from "Qixing Pavilion", "If you are willing to humiliate yourself, Zhu will accompany you."
There was no concealment of contempt in his words.
"My discussions with Brother Zhu these days have given Chu a lot of insights." Chu Qiuyang shook his head and said with a sincere expression, "Even without Miss Ning's incident, Chu has already benefited a lot, so why should he take it from himself?
It’s an insult.”
Zhu Cong sneered and said: "Brother Chu, if you are so open-minded, it would be great. When my brother and I get married, I will definitely invite you to have a wedding drink with me."
Before Chu Qiuyang could answer, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Isn't this the martial arts competition held by Sister Ning Jiening to recruit a bride?"