At the beginning, Jiangsu North could also numb one's consciousness by working constantly and stop listening to the sounds in his ears.

At midnight on the next day, both the wind and the sound suddenly became louder.

Even if northern Jiangsu has 40% extra speed and 30% extra endurance, the speed of moving books from the mountain is reduced to twenty-five minutes.

Northern Jiangsu found a black cloth and covered all his mouth and nose, so he could barely breathe normally in the strong wind.

As for the sound of calling his name, it has become a tragic scream that can only be made by the life-seeking soul in the story.

It seemed as if you turned around and you could see a pale face pressing against your face.

In addition, Su Bei, who worked continuously, became increasingly tired and his mental state was declining rapidly.

There is even a problem that keeps popping up in my mind.

"Do you just need to work if you respond to this voice?"

Fill the deep pit with a book and cover it with a thick layer of soil. Su Bei looked at the dark steps and his head became more and more chaotic.

"Subei, let go of all this and leave tomorrow's affairs to tomorrow. Today has worked hard enough, so let's take a break."

The voice even made a gentle sound, and then persuaded Subei.

Su Bei forced his shaking body to stand up straight, and reread three internal skills in his head, making his brain much clearer.

However, the sound in my ears became even gentler.

"Today's work is completed, what about tomorrow's work? What about the day after tomorrow? There is work every day, why not be lazy?"

But Su Bei spoke at this time.

"Yes, tomorrow's work will be handed over to tomorrow, and today is already working hard enough."

"It should be a rest today, the night is still long."

As the sound in my ears sounded, a luxurious room appeared in front of Su Bei, with a screen, a bathtub, and even a big red gauze curtain could be seen at the eyes of the eyes.

“Yes, it’s time to rest.”

Subei also responded.

However, he did not turn around, but rushed up the steps in one breath.

Looking at Su Bei's sudden action, his voice was obviously stunned, and then he changed from gentleness to anxiety.

"Why do you have to leave? The soft bed is right behind, and the weak wife is also by your side. The beautiful scenery is just like this."

Su Bei didn't speak, and the shoulder pole on his shoulder couldn't keep up with the speed under his feet.

"Why do you have to walk? It's not the same as going up and down the mountain? You can only sleep in the library on the mountain. You can take a shower first and then have a good night's sleep down the mountain."

As the speed in northern Jiangsu increases, the speed of voice is also accelerating.

"Subei, you have to think about it. If you leave tonight, you will not have this opportunity in the future!"

"Subei! I will warn you one last time! Come back!"

After stepping on the last step, Subei stepped on his legs and rushed straight to the library.

"North Su! Come back!"

For a moment, the strong wind and roar hit Su Bei's face together.

The moment he rushed into the library, he immediately pushed the door with both hands and locked it with the door bolt. He lay in the pile of books without hesitation outside and fell asleep.

In this way, northern Jiangsu slept until dawn.

"It's dawn?"

Seeing the light outside the door, Su Bei slowly opened the door bolt and gently pushed it open.

At this time, there was no wind on Mount Emei, and there was no other sound in your ears.

"I guessed that's right, this is the impact of the revival of the spirit."

Although I don’t know what the sound of yesterday was, it is certain that as long as Su Bei agrees and looks back, he will definitely not be able to see today’s sun.

"The recycler will be back today, and it seems that the action will be accelerated."

Although moving books overnight did not bring greater benefits to endurance or movement speed, Su Bei had a deeper understanding of the three internal powers and understood why the three major sects of Emei, Wudang and Kunlun all explained the "qi" that was only proposed at the theoretical level.

After calming down, Su Bei could feel a faint air flow in his body, which followed the flow of blood to his limbs, and finally returned to his heart, repeating itself and never stopped.

This change is something that northern Jiangsu has never seen before.

"If I were just a beginner, I could feel this kind of qi, like a martial artist who started a sect, wouldn't I have a deeper feeling about qi?"

Thinking of this, another idea emerged from northern Jiangsu.

"The sects of the entire world have abandoned thousands of years of inheritance and pursued spiritual energy. Is the nature of spiritual energy similar to the qi brought by this martial art? It's just that the latter's difficulty in feeling qi is far more difficult than the former?"

Because everyone in martial arts can feel and use qi, it is better than others.

Also, because people who are exposed to spiritual energy can use qi more easily, it is better than martial arts masters.

Because various sects realize this, they will decisively abandon martial arts that have been long and slow to take effect, and instead pursue spiritual energy and gain stronger strength.

"Although in theory, this logic is correct, but you still need to have the opportunity to find the successors of the sect to ask about it."

When facing such unknown things, Subei still chooses a safer way.

That is, go.

"As long as I have the opportunity to read a thousand books, no, a hundred martial arts secrets can't be said to be a martial arts master. It's more than enough to become a hall master or deputy sect master."

Thinking of this, Jiangsu North ran much faster.

Just after Su Bei put the last load of the book in the fourth deep pit, he found a stone and sat down.

"Twenty-eight, three hundred and forty-seven books are worthy of being the Emei School with 700 years of inheritance, and the family is rich.

If you count at the price of ten ordinary books, one tael of silver, one tael of rare books, and one tael of lonely books, one tael of ten taels of silver, you can earn at least three thousand taels of silver this time.

Don’t worry too much about eating and drinking for the time being, you can survive in this world.”

Just when he was about to find a book to read, he heard the sound of a carriage coming from a distance, so he climbed up the tree beside him, held the trunk with his hands, and looked into the distance.

At the limit of the gaze, a black dot is slowly walking towards this side.

If it is just an ordinary carriage, it will take at least two hours to reach the location where northern Jiangsu is located.

However, just when Su Bei blinked, he found that the black spot seemed to be bigger.

Su Bei wondered if he had been moving books all day long and went up the mountain, and then he got a rest. His eyes were blurred, so he turned his head and wanted to see clearly, but he found that he had seen the rough outline of a carriage.

"In the blink of an eye, how many kilometers can you walk out?"

Inadvertently, Su Bei blinked again.

In the field of view, four men in black were seen protecting a carriage covered with black paint in the form of two left and right.

The sturdy dark horse was walking towards this side with a black breath.

“Recycler!”

Su Bei quickly climbed down the mountain, but the moment he raised his head, his neck was harder than a stone and could not be lifted at all.

"Are you an endorsementist of Mount Emei, Subei?"
Chapter completed!