Walking along a small path in the woods of Xuanwu Academy, soon after, we came to a valley groove, with high cliffs on three sides, just surrounding an open space.

And on the open space, a wooden pavilion that looks very simple and heavy, with moss and weeds growing in some places is standing among them.

His eyes slowly swept across the pavilion and finally stopped at the gate. It was on the very ancient and even somewhat decayed plaque. There were three words on the plaque that were almost destroyed by the years, - Library Pavilion!

The surrounding area of ​​the library was very quiet and comfortable, and you could only faintly hear the chirping of one or two birds and the gurgling stream beside you.

Unlike the noisy places in Xuanwu Academy, it seems particularly quiet, and there is not even a single person around.

This situation is normal. After all, this is a world of cultivation. Rich knowledge may attract attention, but it does not have much effect. After all, this world is based on strength and everything speaks based on cultivation.

Therefore, almost no one cares about the library except when freshmen come to find the skills that suit them.

Ye Moshu followed other people's guidance and arrived at the entrance of the library. The door was wide open. Except for rows of neatly arranged bookshelf, there was only an old man holding a broom in his hand, sweeping the floor.

Unlike others, if it were someone else, after coming to the library, he would definitely go straight to check the books. Who would pay attention to an old man who was in charge of the library?

But Mo Shu is different. Mo Shu has traveled through time. He knows that since ancient times, library administrators have produced talents!

For example, Daozu Li Er was a library administrator in the Zhou Dynasty, Taizu was a library administrator in Peking University, Bill Gates was a library administrator in Jingling School, a sweeping monk was a library administrator in Shaolin Temple, and Optimus Prime was a library administrator in the Planet Cybertron...

So you must not underestimate the library administrator, maybe he is the big guy!

"Hello, grandpa!"

Ye Moshu stepped forward politely and greeted the old man who swept the floor.

The old man swept the floor was wearing a coarse cloth with several patches. The wrinkles on his face were intertwined, his eyes were dim and his eyelids were drooping, and he looked like he was in a twilight year.

I have to say that Ye Moshu is lucky. This old man who looks so thin and doesn’t even breathe, is the number one master of Xuanwu Academy, a powerful person in the seventh-level divination stage, and Feng Yinghan, the old principal of Xuanwu Academy!

"Yeah, hello, little guy!"

Feng Yinghan touched his beard and responded to Ye Moshu very satisfied.

A very polite little guy, he looks quite well-behaved, and he has a high-end Shuimu and Mu double spiritual roots, and has a very good talent. It seems that there are still a few good seedlings among the newcomers this time!

Feng Yinghan muttered to himself, and his eyes looking at Ye Moshu were filled with news: "Did the little guy choose the martial arts? There, where is the second row!"

In Feng Yinghan's eyes, he naturally knew that Ye Moshu had no cultivation and had no cultivation, which proved that he had never practiced. Then this time he came to the library, he must have found a martial art that suits him.

"Grandpa, I'm not here to read martial arts, I'm here to read some basic books!" Ye Moshu shook his head and said.

Hearing Mo Shu say this, Feng Yinghan's favor for Ye Mo Shu becomes even deeper.

"I am not arrogant or impatient, and I can even pursue my cultivation without being exaggerated and have the patience to look at the foundation. What a good kid!"
Chapter completed!