Dao Fruit

The Pan family, where poetry and books are passed down from generation to generation, of course, has its own place for book collection.

Library.

Qiu Yan's soul, while floating, entered the library. The first thing that caught his eye was the rows of bookshelves, which were filled with various books, including ancient books. In terms of quantity alone, there are many more books than the study room in the Ma family yard.

This is no wonder. When Ma Yang came to Qingchang County, it was impossible to move the entire study room in his hometown in Dongdu, so he only selected a part of it. The Pan family has settled in Qingchang for generations, and the efforts of several generations before and after have left behind a large number of books.

After two years of familiarity, Qiu Yan had long known clearly that the printing technology in this world was still at the level of engraving and printing. Although it had made considerable improvements in the Da Rui Dynasty, it still had limitations. The cost of printing once was not small, so the price of books was not low, and most ordinary families mainly copied by hand.

As his soul turned, his perception expanded, and the information of the books on the bookshelf appeared in Qiu Yan's mind. They were all printed on woodblocks.

"Many of the books here are ones I have never read. If I can calm down and record them here and condense them into books, I can quickly enrich my soul! Unfortunately, this will take too much time. I may not be able to condense ten books in one night. There are too many variables."

Thinking about it, following the call, Qiu Yan's soul slowly moved forward and gradually went deeper.

As time went by, the information captured and fed back by the perception changed. The books on the bookshelf deep in this library were no longer printed on woodblocks, but handwritten copies. The paper was yellow and withered, which showed that they were very old.

Gradually, the call became stronger and stronger, and the sub-department bookshelf in the soul also vibrated more and more violently. There was a feeling that it was about to be unrestrained and fly out of the soul.

Finally!

The living soul reached the innermost of the library——

This is a seemingly ordinary wall with a mural painted on it. The mural depicts a school. A man in a tall hat and a wide belt sits at the top, and below him are figures concentrating on their studies.

"Is this... a sage teaching and imparting knowledge?"

Looking at the mural and thinking of the origin of the Pan family, Qiu Yan quickly made a guess. Then, without stopping, the living soul rushed forward and went straight through the wall.

Behind the wall, there was a secret compartment with a roll of bamboo slips inside.

"Hmm? When the ancient countries coexisted and papermaking was not invented, they used bamboo slips to carve words and record articles. Could it be..."

As soon as Qiu Yan's living soul entered the secret compartment, before his thoughts could be resolved, a surge of momentum pressed over and tried to suppress the living soul!

Fortunately, Qiu Yan had just been baptized by the literary atmosphere of the prefectural school during the day, so he was prepared. With a twist of his soul, he barely withstood the pressure. Then, with a tremor, the sub-department bookshelf flew out of his soul, and the bookshelf burst out with suction power, covering the bamboo slips.

Boom!

A roar!

A brilliant light burst out from the bamboo slips, accompanied by a larger and continuous huge pressure. The light and shadow were distorted, and it actually created a feeling of Mount Tai pressing down on the top of the head!

"Hmm..."

Qiu Yan's soul was suddenly compressed and tightened, and even the sub-department bookshelf that flew out was also covered by the heavy pressure, creaking like a real object!

"This bamboo slip must be unusual. My soul is based on articles and literary thoughts, and is constructed according to the structure of classics, history, and collections. The sub-section is supposed to collect the words of sages. Now that this bamboo slip has caused changes, it undoubtedly shows that bamboo slips are related to sages!"

Just as Qiu Yan's thoughts were churning, the bamboo slip suddenly "popped" and a corner was scattered, and then a row of words were seen, floating out, and along the suction force, rushing towards the bookshelf of the sub-section!

"A gentleman said: learning can never stop. Blue is taken from indigo, but it is bluer than indigo; ice is made of water, but it is colder than water. A straight wood is in the middle of a rope, and it is bent into a wheel..."

The words emerged clearly one by one, showing a strange shape, which is very different from the current style and structure. The sentence contains the artistic conception of seeking up and down and never stopping.

"This is the Qi text of Qi among the ancient countries! It's actually "Encouraging Learning", which is the article of Sun Sheng! I didn't expect that this Pan Mansion, who claims to be a disciple of a saint, actually collected the articles of saints! If I can record the breath and artistic conception of the saints in this bamboo slip and store it in the bookshelf of the sub-department, the benefit will be too great! It is equivalent to studying it myself for ten years!"

In a flash, a row of words were pulled and fell into the bookshelf of the sub-department, condensed into several bamboo sticks on the first layer of the bookshelf, and the words were engraved on them.

And Qiu Yan's soul, while resisting the heavy pressure, concentrated on controlling the bookshelf of the sub-department.

The bookshelf absorbed more and more words, and the bamboo sticks in that layer were also formed one by one, connected in series, and gradually became a piece of broken bamboo slips.

However, as time went on, Qiu Yan's soul began to sway like a lamp, like a candle in a strong wind, which could be blown out by the strong wind at any time.

His mind quickly tensed up, like a bowstring stretched to the extreme!

"Unfortunately, my soul realm is too low. When I encounter such a holy object, I am not strong enough to rely on the condensation of the earth soul. I am afraid that I will not be able to last long. If I have a physical body beside me..."

Suddenly!

With a crisp sound, the whole dark compartment shook. Outside the dark compartment, the murals shook, as if they had spirituality. The characters listening to the lecture in the paintings slowly moved.

"Not good! There is a ban here, which has been triggered!"

At this moment, Qiu Yan's soul was oppressed by the surging power and shrunk further and further. It was about to condense into a ball, and even the people in the soul felt suffocated. And the bookshelf of the sub-department even showed cracks, and it seemed that it was about to fall apart.

"If I continue, my soul will be oppressed and solidified by the aura of the saints on the bamboo slips, and thus be sealed! I just need to collect at least the first two paragraphs completely, otherwise the sentences will be difficult to connect, which means that I will fail. I don't know when I will come back next time. I have to improve my cultivation after returning, otherwise, even if I have another chance, it will be difficult to condense the entire article into my soul..."

Qiu Yan struggled to hold on. After a breath or two, his soul had a tendency to condense into a bead. Once it came true, he would be imprisoned and difficult to move.

Finally!

Crack! Crack!

The bookshelf in the sub-department made a shattering sound and was about to fall. The bamboo slips in the secret compartment had been spread out for a little while. The words in the second paragraph of the article appeared and flowed out, turning into bamboo sticks on the bookshelf in the sub-department, with words engraved on them.

"Alright!"

As the limit approached, Qiu Yan's mind changed, and the bookshelf of the sub-department stopped absorbing and flew back to the soul. Then, a green light flashed in the soul, and the divine power burst out, forcing the surrounding pressure away, and then wrapped the soul and rushed out, flying out before the figures on the murals moved, like a ray of light, and after a few turns, it left the library.

Just as he flew out of the library, two figures soared into the sky in a separate courtyard not far away!

These two people looked strange, one with messy hair, one with a protruding forehead, and one fell on the roof. He first glanced at the library, with doubts in his eyes, then retracted his gaze and looked up.

At the same time, Qiu Yan's soul, which was flying fast, was also violently shaken, and a feeling of extreme danger rose in his heart. He changed his mind, had a slight understanding, and dispersed the divine power that enveloped the soul, condensed his perception, and extended it to the night sky.

In the night sky, under the bright moon

A ball of orchid light slowly fell, and the light intertwined cause and effect and luck, releasing a majestic atmosphere.

Divine power!

In the underworld hall of Yuanning City God, the gods who had been waiting for many days changed their colors.

The sitting Yuanning City God flashed and appeared in the center of the hall, clasping his fists and bowing his head.

"Yuanning Capital Huang Yin Xiao'e, greets Jiannan Daodao City God."

The other gods stood up and saluted.

Flashing!

Above the hall, blue light exploded and condensed into a face.

PS: Thanks to the book friend "yuqin Yu Qin" for the reward!