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Chapter 212 Practice Notes

Wang Qiang silently looked at the old man in front of him. He had gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and a very conspicuous red rosacea. Standing next to him, he could clearly smell a strong smell of alcohol.

Being able to guard the library hall in Tiandaoyuan is obviously not an ordinary person. Based on experience, Wang Qiang immediately calmed down that the old man in front of him was probably a sweeping monk.

Naturally, he would not be offended by this kind of person, and he would also like to make friends with him. Who knows if the other person would be happy to teach him a legendary skill?

Although the possibility of this is very low, it is still a good idea to understand the situation inside the Library Hall in advance so that you can feel dizzy after entering it.

"Old man, you seem to like drinking very much. I happen to have a jar of spiritual wine from far away overseas. How about giving it to you for tasting?" As he spoke, Wang Qiang took out a jar of wine from Donghuang from his storage bag.

Good spiritual wine.

There is a boundary sea between Donghuang and Zhongzhou, so it is not unreasonable to say that it comes from overseas.

As soon as he saw the spiritual wine that Wang Qiang took out, the old man's eyes immediately flashed, he lifted up the wine jar, tore open the mud seal, and started to devour the wine.

After a long time, the old man smiled boldly: "Good wine!"

After saying that, the old man looked at Wang Qiang again and asked, "Little baby, do you like drinking too?"

"That's natural, and the stronger the wine, the more I like it!" Wang Qiang replied with a red face and a heartbeat. However, in fact, his drinking capacity is not high. The reason why this jar of wine is stored in the storage bag for so long

It lasted for a long time simply because it was too intense.

Seeing how the old man was having fun just now, he obviously liked it, so Wang Qiang followed his words.

As expected, the old man nodded with great satisfaction when he heard this, and said loudly as if he had met a confidant: "A real man should drink strong liquor. Now those young people are holding a glass of horse urine and drinking it with gusto. It's disgusting to watch."

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"What's your boy's name? He's very good-natured to me. I'd like to see you for a drink when I have time."

As soon as he saw that he had finally caught up with the sweeping monk, Wang Qiang immediately introduced himself. At the same time, he also learned that the old man's name was Weng Xinyang, and he was one of the more senior people in Tiandao Academy.

As for how old he had become and what his identity was in the past, Weng Xinyang did not say much, and Wang Qiang was too sensible to ask.

"Mr. Weng, I just came to Tiandaoyuan this time. Because I have been admiring the library hall for a long time, I want to come and pay my respects. I wonder if Mr. Weng can introduce to me the specific situation of the library hall?"

As the saying goes, using other people's tricks and shortcomings, Weng Xinyang had just drank Wang Qiang's wine, so he didn't have the nerve to kill the donkey. After hearing this, he also briefly introduced the situation of the library hall.

The library hall of Tiandaoyuan is divided into six floors. The first five floors are D, C, B, A, and areas that can only be entered by core students.

As for the sixth floor, Weng Xinyang did not say anything, but also warned Wang Qiang not to enter at will, otherwise he would have violated the rules of Tiandaoyuan and would definitely die!

There are almost countless books of all kinds in the library hall, but most of them are books that record what has been seen in the upper world. In addition, there are some martial arts, gods, monsters, etc.

Weng Xinyang specially introduced to Wang Qiang which area he should go to if he wanted to find the exercises, and at the same time warned him that he could only copy the books in the library hall, and he was absolutely not allowed to take the classics out, otherwise it would also violate the rules.

Wang Qiang was actually a little disappointed when he heard that Weng Xinyang only introduced some exercises and other things to him.

After all, he has no shortage of skills. There are countless skills that can be redeemed in the system mall, and each level is quite high. For example, the legendary level skill he is currently interested in requires 30,000 luck points to redeem.

I would like to ask how this small Tiandaoyuan can possess such a level of skills?

Furthermore, Wang Qiang is currently only in a D-level college and can only enter the first floor of the Library Hall. Thinking about it this way, the benefits are really too low, which makes him feel a little unmotivated.

Weng Xinyang saw through Wang Qiang's thoughts immediately and couldn't help but ask: "How come you still don't like the skills in the library hall?"

"Old Mr. Weng misunderstood. It's just that the junior's qualifications are too poor. It's probably not feasible to switch to other techniques rashly." Wang Qiang randomly found an excuse to explain it away. Naturally, Wang Qiang couldn't just say that he just didn't like those who looked down on him from the Tiandao Academy.

A treasured technique.

I don’t know if the reason given by Wang Qiang persuaded Weng Xinyang, but he said again: "Since ordinary exercises are not attractive to you, you can then look for the practice notes of the monks in the upper world. This thing is very useful for you."

It will definitely be of great use to you."

"Practice Notes!" When Wang Qiang heard this word, his eyes lit up!

Many monks have the habit of recording their practice experiences and problems encountered during practice. This can be used as a inheritance, and can also constantly promote the progress of their practice.

No matter where they are, practice notes are extremely precious things, because if nothing unexpected happens, they will be enshrined as family heirlooms.

Even within the family, men who are not directly related to him may not be able to see him.

Because every practice notebook records all the experiences and insights of a monk throughout his life.

When Wang Qiang heard that there was such a thing in the library hall, his mind immediately became excited.

Although Fu Qingfeng has always helped to control his practice, after all, it is only Fu Qingfeng's experience, and how can one person's experience compare to the experience of thousands of people?

If Wang Qiang could obtain a large number of practice notes, study them thoroughly, and then refer to Fu Qingfeng's instructions, wouldn't it be equivalent to having countless senior masters at the same time to help him guide the way forward?

This is a great blessing for Wang Qiang’s future cultivation path.

When he thought of this, Wang Qiang even became a little excited.

"Old man, drink slowly, this junior will go in now."

After casually greeting Weng Xinyang, Wang Qiang put down his student badge, turned around and walked into the library hall. At this moment, he was already salivating over the legendary practice notes.

"Rumble..."

Pushing open a simple, heavy and huge stone door, rows of bookshelves several feet high were neatly placed in a huge palace.

The bookshelves are filled with all kinds of classics and bamboo slips, just as Weng Xinyang said, everything is there.

After entering the library hall, Wang Qiang went straight to the place where the practice notes were stored. Weng Xinyang had briefly mentioned the location where the practice notes were stored before, so Wang Qiang found it quickly.

But what surprised him was that there was only one notebook on the huge bookshelf in front of him.

Because of the age, the books were almost falling apart, the signatures on the cover had long been blurred, and even the contents were intermittent, which made Wang Qiang unable to help but feel a little disappointed.

But even so, he still chose to read on patiently, just in case there was a surprise.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding this unknown practice notebook in both hands, Wang Qiang quickly fell into it, his eyes showing expressions of shock and surprise from time to time, while he kept mumbling to himself.

"I found a treasure, I really found a treasure now!!"


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