Last time they were in the Fiery Fire Sect, they saw it with their own eyes.
There are even bigger movements than this, but the master can't just pick them up and not be affected at all.
In fact, she knew in her heart that the master did this deliberately because he couldn't stand Elder Ye.
For a moment, I felt very sweet in my heart. I haven't had this feeling for a long time.
"Master, almost all the books here have been read before, and you won't gain much from reading them any more."
Lin Lan just sat down on the ground and threw the book on the ground.
"How about we go to Zongli and take a look around?"
"That's a good idea!"
After Ling Kuan, who was still sorting out books, heard his junior sister's suggestion, his body suddenly appeared behind the two of them and he laughed.
"Master, there is nothing else in our sect, but the scenery is really nice."
Glancing at the two of them, Zhang Shengli shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Okay, I'll give you a day off today. You can go wherever you want."
"Ah?" Ling Kuan was stunned for a moment: "Master, where are you?"
"Me?" Zhang Shengli shook his head: "I'll forget it, I still like it here, there are many books!"
Mo Chu, who had never spoken, raised his head and glanced at Zhang Shengli, with a smile on his lips.
"Is there anything interesting to read here? If master likes books, I will discuss it with my father later and give you some."
Zhang Shengli's eyes lit up: "Okay, if possible, I can stay one more day, no problem."
You know, in this world, books are a very precious thing.
Like when he was in the small world and the wilderness, ordinary people couldn't even afford paper, let alone books?
The thing he lacks most is not money, but books in these small worlds.
Not only is he lacking here, but even the Great Wilderness is lacking.
There is no way, they have stayed in the wilderness for too short a time, and they will not have as deep a foundation as the Fengxing Sect.
Like last time, in the Fierce Fire Sect, if Yan Yang had replaced the martial arts secrets with dozens or even hundreds of books, then he might be happier.
When Ling Kuan heard this, he immediately became happy and suddenly asked: "By the way, master, do you like to read these ancient books, if they are bamboo slips..."
Zhang Shengli didn't wait for the other party to finish, and smiled again: "As long as it's a book, whether it's paper or bamboo slips, it's fine."
This time Ling Kuan did not ask any more questions. He had already begun to think about how to tell his father these things.
But Mo Chu on the side laughed.
"Mr. Sheng, do you like reading very much?"
Hearing Mo Chu's question, Zhang Shengli was stunned for a moment: "It's not that I like it, but it's books. The more the merrier. If I can't use them now, doesn't it mean I won't use them in the future?"
What he said was general, but among the three of them, Lin Lan was probably the only one who understood Zhang Shengli.
Because she is a book lover.
Things recorded in the book can be preserved forever.
Let’s start with the matter of swordsmanship that the master cares about.
Who in the world still remembers it? I guess if I ask everyone in this world, I won’t be able to get the information he wants.
But words can record past events, and as long as they are not deliberately damaged, some clues can always be found in these books.
"Actually, if Mr. Sheng likes books, it's best to choose those declining aristocratic families." Mo Chu smiled and put away the books on the ground one by one.
"Aristocratic family?"
"Yes, although there are many sects now, but a long time ago, it was the era of aristocratic families. Although they have declined, they have a rich heritage. Maybe there is something that sir wants to investigate?"
Zhang Shengli finally began to look squarely at the woman in front of him.
"Does the aristocratic family still exist now?"
"How could it not be?" Mo Chu explained with a smile: "Although they have declined, there are always some people who want to restore their previous glory. In any corner, there are such aristocratic families developing silently."
Zhang Shengli stood up and walked towards a row of bookshelves lined with bamboo slips.
"Master, you really don't want to go?"
Ling Kuan didn't care what kind of aristocratic family he was, he just wanted to please his master and let him stay in Fengxing Sect for a while longer.
"I'm not going, you go ahead." Zhang Shengli waved his hand.
"Where's the junior sister?" Ling Kuan turned his attention to Lin Lan.
"I'll stay here with Master."
Lin Lan has lived here for so many years. Where in the entire Fengxing Sect has she not been?
"Okay, I won't go either!" Ling Kuan sighed slightly.
This is the place where he grew up, and it was just an excuse to go out for a walk. He just wanted to communicate more with his junior sister.
Now that his junior sister isn't going, what's the point of being alone?
"Mr. Sheng, when I came here just now, I saw someone setting up the ring. It was very lively. How about we go and see it together?"
Hearing this, Zhang Shengli turned around and turned his gaze to Mo Chu.
"I have nothing to do, so I can let Mr. Ling test what I have learned recently. Wouldn't it be great?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Shengli finally became interested.
"Okay, let's go and see it together."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and walked out towards the library.
When Mo Chu saw this, he chuckled and winked at Ling Kuan.
This time, Lin Lan felt very uncomfortable.
However, Ling Kuan didn't feel it at all, and excitedly said to Lin Lan: "Junior sister, hurry up, I just want to test my recent strength.
I guess it must be that guy Tieniu who is setting up the ring, and I’m going to teach him a lesson this time.”
Looking at the excited Ling Kuan, Lin Lan wanted to say no, but she didn't want to upset her senior brother, so she had no choice but to nod and follow Zhang Shengli out.
She was also afraid that her senior brother would really play tricks with Tieniu.
The so-called arena is actually just a group of brothers competing against each other.
As Ling Kuan expected, the initiator of this stage was none other than Tieniu.
The second-ranked disciple of Fengxing Sect, his strength is not inferior to Ling Kuan.
If it weren't for Ling Kuan being the son of the leader of the Fengxing Sect, or if it wasn't because this guy had a problem with his mind.
Maybe his title of senior brother had been taken away by the other party a long time ago.
Tieniu is very big. When he stands in the crowd, he looks like a wall, much taller than everyone else.
Zhang Shengli saw this figure from far away.
I have to say that this is a good material for practicing martial arts, but it is a bit silly.
When Zhang Shengli and others arrived, they happened to see a disciple, who raised his hands and threw him fiercely into the crowd.
His methods were very ruthless and he completely ignored his brotherhood.
"Who else?"
That loud voice resounded throughout the venue, like a thunderclap, making people's ears hurt.
"What's this guy's name?"
As soon as he approached the crowd, Zhang Shengli asked Ling Kuan beside him.
"Tieniu, the foolish son of the great elder."
Ling Kuan didn't feel cold about this guy at all, but was a little disgusted with him.
Not for anything else, just because the other party also likes his junior sister, and it is the kind of love that is unabashed.
"Tieniu?" Zhang Shengli said happily: "This name suits him quite well."
"There is something wrong with my brain. Rumor has it that I was kicked in the head by a monster when I was a child."
Zhang Shengli did not believe such empty rumors, but said to Ling Kuan: "You can go up later, and you are not allowed to use spiritual power to defeat him."
"No need for spiritual power?" Ling Kuan was stunned for a moment.