Zhong Wenwen thought that Kunwu Sword Palace's collection of books was the largest in the world, but the moment he followed Mu Liuying to the farm library, his three views were severely overturned.
Where the hell is this library?
It’s just a sea of books, okay?
The farmer hollowed out almost an entire hill to create such an exaggerated library.
There are a few sparse rows of bookshelves inside, with some books symbolically placed on them, but they are far from full.
On the contrary, on the ground all around, countless books were piled up in mountains, rolling up and down, and at a glance, it was impossible to see where to rest.
It can be seen that at the beginning of building the library, the farmers really wanted to classify the books and sort them out. However, with the influx of a large number of books in a short period of time, the managers quickly lost patience and stopped struggling.
Lie flat and dump it directly like garbage, without considering the issues of inspection and maintenance.
Looking at the many damaged or even torn books inside, Zhong Wen couldn't help but frown, secretly feeling distressed.
"Most of these are classics collected by farmers from spiritual slaves."
As if aware of his mood, Mu Liuying explained softly, "Farmers have little use for themselves, so they don't manage them very carefully." .??.
"What a waste of natural resources."
Zhong Wen complained unhappily, and then slowly walked towards the sea of books, "Sister, wait a moment, I'll be back as soon as I go."
dead mouse!
Time speeds up!
After taking two steps, he suddenly closed his eyes and muttered something silently in his heart.
Damn it!
Are you finished yet?
There aren’t even any enemies. Speeding up is a waste!
What is the power of time? Do you have any idea?
The giant rat Xiaobao's indignant scolding sounded in his mind.
Can't bear to part with it?
Then you can give back the hundred thousand years you used on yourself!
Facing the giant rat's protest, Zhong Wen sneered repeatedly and remained unmoved.
Xiaobao's voice suddenly stopped.
A mysterious and mysterious aura suddenly escaped from Zhong Wen's body and quickly spread to the entire sea of books.
The corners of Zhong Wen's mouth raised slightly, and he took one step forward.
Mu Liuying, who was behind him, felt a white shadow flicker in front of his eyes, as if Zhong Wen was about to make a move, but when he looked carefully, he still stood firmly in place, as if he had never moved.
This, of course, is just her sense.
From Zhong Wen's perspective, he has already spread out his body skills and shuttles through the sea of books at an incredible speed. His steps are light and as fast as the wind. His body has transformed into a soul body, and he will not be hindered by any obstacles at all.
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, one book after another was instantly entered into the "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion"
"I found the 'Kung Fu' book "Nine Heavens Dragon Canon". Do you want to include it? Yes/No."
"I found the 'Gongshu' book "Visualization of Gods and Demons". Do you want to include it? Yes/No."
"I found the 'Gongshu' book "Meiyue Collection". Do you want to include it? Yes/No."
…
"I found the 'Spiritual Skills' book "The Art of Climbing Clouds and Riding Dragons". Do you want to include it? Yes/No."
"I found the 'Spiritual Skills' book "Sword of Swordsman", do you want to include it? Yes/No."
"I discovered the 'Spiritual Skills' book "Five Colors of Mysterious Light". Do you want to include it? Yes/No.
…
With every breath, dozens or hundreds of books on exercises or spiritual skills will appear on the bookshelf. Under the acceleration of time from the Tai Sui Pearl, the meteors are catching up with the moon, and they are flying like lightning.
Until the entire library of books was collected, in Mu Liuying's eyes, Zhong Wen didn't even move.
What kind of speed is this?
Tai Sui Pearl is so terrifying!
However, the number of books required for drawing lots nowadays is huge. Even if the entire library is included, it only gives one chance to draw lots.
"If the number of 'spiritual skills' books reached 100,000, please draw lots to get the rewards: 1. Surprise or surprise; 2. Innate Bagua ear; 3. Sorrow of Chaos."
After observing the words on the bookshelf panel for a long time, Zhong Wen didn't find anything attractive, especially the second option "Innate Bagua Ear", which exuded a strong aura of deception, making people think of it.
Not interested at all.
Draw lots!
He didn't hesitate, but just said something silently in his heart.
"Congratulations on receiving the reward: Chaos of Sorrow!"
Along with this line of text, a thick book suddenly appeared in the "Miscellaneous Studies" column on the bookshelf.
The word "thick" cannot describe the width of this book.
It is like a square stone, standing there quietly, as steady as an old dog, with the air of remaining unmoved despite the heavy rain and wind.
WTF?
So thick?
Zhong Wen looked at the book "The Sorrow of Chaos" curiously, and instinctively urged his thoughts to open it.
Unexpectedly, when the thought fell on the book, it disappeared into the sea and disappeared in an instant, without having the slightest effect.
I go!
so
sink!
Zhong Wen was taken aback, his face suddenly darkened, his eyes focused, and his violent thoughts were like roaring waves, rolling towards the location of "The Sorrow of Chaos".
But no matter how hard he tried, this huge book remained as stable as a mountain, motionless.
Are there any books in the world that I can’t read?
Damn it, I don’t believe in this evil!
After a long stalemate, Zhong Wen was sweating profusely, but still had no results. He couldn't help but feel angry. He suddenly stepped forward quickly, raised both palms together, hugged the thick "The Sorrow of Chaos", and said "Ha"
He shouted loudly and kicked his right foot hard on the bookshelf, even using the strength to feed himself.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, he finally pulled out "The Sorrow of Chaos" from the bookshelf. When it fell to the ground, there was a loud noise that could shatter the eardrums, and actually smashed a two-foot-long ball in the palace.
Come to a deep pit.
So heavy!
Zhong Wen's eyes widened and he swallowed hard, feeling that his legs were a little weak.
This was the first time he saw damage to the Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Before that, even if he slashed hard with the Tian Que Sword, he had never caused even the slightest damage to anything here, so that he once thought that this room could not be destroyed.
The invincible "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" was actually smashed by a book!
Zhong Wen rubbed his eyes and shook his head, trying to shake away the distracting thoughts. Then he quickly stepped forward, grabbed the cover of "The Sorrow of Chaos" and pulled hard, trying to open it.
What followed was another protracted struggle.
"ah!!!"
I don't know how long the stalemate lasted. Zhong Wen's old face turned red. His anger finally reached its peak. He suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a roar. The muscles in his arms bulged. An incompatible momentum spewed out from his body and swept through the room, blowing Lin's breath away.
Bei, Ye Tiange and others were staggering around, shocked.
And the books that had always been stubborn were finally opened violently.
Chaos! is! dead!
Out of the corner of his eye, Zhong Wen saw four large characters on the first page of the book.
There are only these four words on the whole page. They are not large, but they look very crowded for some reason.
The moment he saw this sentence, Zhong Wen felt a "buzz" in his head, and his eyes gradually became clear, as if countless information traveled through time and space, crazily pouring into his mind, and he seemed to have lost the ability to think, and was confused and unaware of where he was.
Where.
He just stood there blankly, staring at the four words on the book, motionless and silent, as if an old monk was in trance.
One breath...
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Ten breaths…
An hour...
Ten hours...
one day……
Ten days...
One year...
ten years……
a thousand years……
In the senses, time is passing rapidly, and it has spanned hundreds of millions of years in the blink of an eye. Something brand new is gradually growing in Zhong Wen's mind.
A kind of enlightenment!
It seems to be there, but it doesn't seem to exist.
It seems to be all-encompassing and yet it seems to be nothing.
It seems to be a shocking secret, but if you ask what it is, you can't see clearly clearly.
"Snapped!"
Just when Zhong Wen was obsessed with the words "Chaos is Dead" and couldn't extricate himself, the cover of "Chaos of Sorrow" suddenly closed automatically.
What a risk!
Zhong Wen suddenly woke up, he was in shock, sweating profusely, and kept beating his chest with his right hand, trying to regain his composure.
Just reading one page of "The Sorrow of Chaos" almost made him collapse.
Recalling the experience just now, Zhong Wen seemed to have gained nothing, but a voice inside told him that he was no longer the same as before.
After resting for a moment, he slowly got up, holding the huge book in his arms, staggered to the bookshelf, and stuffed it back again.
He knew that even if he was stronger than himself, reading these four words was already the limit, and he could not expect more.
"Sister Mu."
Zhong Wen closed his eyes and his mind instantly returned to the real world. He turned around and smiled at Mu Liuying, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."
"Wait long?"
Mu Liuying's pretty face was full of doubts, "How many breaths have passed now? You haven't done anything yet, so why wait?"
"Let's go."
Zhong Wen did not answer, but nodded gently at her, then opened his legs and walked quickly towards the exit of the library.
You have been thinking about a book for so long and you just left without reading it?
Could it be that he doesn't love reading, but just likes to be arty?
Looking at his leaving figure, Mu Liuying couldn't help but have such a guess in her mind.
…
Not long after leaving the library, Zhong Wen saw an extremely shocking scene.
"Give it to you!"
I saw Qiaoqiao blushing with embarrassment and nervously handing a box to Demon Mandrill.