final catastrophe

Chapter 466 35. Acting like no one else
Jizhou Society.

In front of the library.

Xia Ji said, "Why?"

The girl said: "I thought I was the main character, and I dared to challenge after comprehending one and a half moves, to stand out, and even go to the Shura field late at night. I won't tell you, I have to explain it to many newcomers every month, it's so annoying. "

Xia Ji nodded and said politely, "Thank you."

He said thank you, but his face was a little pale, which was a sign of recent alcoholism, and he was not excited or excused during the period.

entered.

When the light came on, it was surrounded by bookcases. On the fifth floor, a simple partition was made one or two meters away. It circled like this, and at a glance, it was densely packed, but every storage partition was very empty.

The girl yawned and fell asleep on the table at the entrance.

And the young man with black hair and a pale face slowly walked around the bookshelf, taking out a copy to read carefully from time to time.

In every compartment on the bookshelf, there are scattered pages of paper, some are newly written, some are ancient characters, and some are completely incomprehensible ghostly symbols.

After a little thought, one can understand that this should rely on guesswork and judgment to store together self-righteous exercises, or even exercises with the same meaning, for students to refer to and learn from.

As for how much can be realized, it is a fantasy.

Xia Ji thought: It seems that there was a big fault in the kung fu in a certain era, or the appearance of the puppet god pattern, which made the kung fu decline and eventually die out?

In this way, Shaolin Wudang does not know how much real strength it still has.

But he is just a young man, maybe he had brute force before, and even after getting the blessing of the "F" divine pattern, his strange power is amazing, but he knows nothing about sword skills.
Therefore, he has been watching, whether he can understand it or not, he has been watching.

The eyes are also tired, and the bottom of my heart may still be a mess.

This is the thought of all students who have dreams, come here to read.

Maybe the first day and the second day can be persisted, but after finding that it has no effect, why come to the third day?

No wonder the girl on duty in the library said that.

Time passed bit by bit, the hourglass on the wooden platform had been going back and forth more than ten times, and some people came in one after another in the library, but no one stopped on the first floor.

It's just that after the visitor noticed that there was someone on the first floor, he couldn't help but take a curious look, and then either scorned or ridiculed, and then went to the top of the building.

Obviously, the exercises on the high-authority floors will still have some effect.

And in the afternoon, a boy with brown curly hair walked into the library.

"Master Diyan!!" The library guard girl couldn't help but said.

Emperor Chu said wearily, "Is the fourth floor empty?"

The guard girl hurriedly said: "It's empty, it's empty, those few didn't come today."

Chu Diyan nodded and said no more, but when he glanced away, he saw the young man with broken hair and pale face wandering on the first floor.

He was the only one reading a book on the first floor.

Somehow, Emperor Chu asked, "When did he come?"

The guard girl said: "I came early in the morning. It seems that a freshman doesn't know these miscellaneous things. How can he still read it? I remember other freshmen, even if they insisted on watching, they are also dozing off at this time."

At the end, she muttered again: "Pretending to be a gesture, who are you pretending to show?"

Chu Diyan remembered the young man's figure at the banquet in the Lion Hall last night, and couldn't help but take a deep look at him, and then he didn't care about it.

After all, his saber technique is imitated by flames in nature, and he has recently encountered a bottleneck, and the fourth floor seems to have this kind of skills, which can be used for reference.

Come here while you still have inspiration, don't waste time and opportunities.

Time passed slowly.

Those who entered the museum left one by one.

And the twilight is coming soon, the carnival in the Lion Hall will start again, Chu Diyan also went downstairs, he seems to be still immersed in his own martial arts, it is obvious that he has gained something just now.

It's a pity that there are not many, so the pupils of this brown curly-haired boy still have this thought and doubt in his pupils.

When he walked downstairs, he turned his head suddenly and found that the freshman was still reading, it seemed that his name was Xia Ji
At this time, the guard girl said loudly: "The door is closed, don't look!"

Chu Diyan raised his hand suddenly and said, "Wait for a while."

The guard girl was taken aback for a moment, and said hello, after all, it doesn't matter if the door is delayed for a while for the sake of Lord Chu Diyan.

The slightly curly brown-haired boy walked slowly, seeing the pupil of the freshman named Xia Ji focus on a piece of ghost-like paper in front of him, and soon became confused.

This kind of confusion is not distraction, but some kind of deduction.

He was so focused that he didn't even notice anyone approaching.

In the whole world, it seemed that only he and the page he was holding were left.

Chu Diyan followed his gaze, he had seen that page before, and it seemed that it had been stored in the fence of a certain sword technique for a long time.

According to investigation, it seems to be a rubbing of the knife marks carved on the wall in a certain ancient site.

So just some messy forks and all.

Can you still be so invested in watching this thing?

Chu Diyan frowned
After a long time, he asked aloud, "What did you see?"

The confusion in Xia Ji's expression disappeared in an instant, and he turned his head as if he noticed someone, so he politely replied: "Hello."

The two walked out of the library together, and the door lock was closed again hastily behind them.

The girl has other things to do, and she will be replaced tomorrow.

Xia Ji walked with the curly brown-haired boy.

"Are you interested in challenging me?" Chu Diyan asked suddenly.

Then he added, "It is well known in the academy that I seldom make shots, but even if I do, it will never hurt anyone during the sparring."

Xia Ji shook his head.

Emperor Chu said: "Afraid?"

Xia Ji shook his head again.

Emperor Chu said again: "Then why?"

For some reason, this man of the Jizhou Academy was full of curiosity about this freshman.

Xia Ji said: "Nothing."

When the two reached a fork in the road, Xia Ji stood still, "I'm going west, you're going east."

Chu Diyan was not angry, but directly parted ways.

To him, this incident was just a small episode. Today is the third day of the seven-day carnival in the Lion Hall, and when the last day is over, it will be time to meet him.

Before that day, his sword skills must be improved to the next level.

Day two.

Dawn, still misty.

The pale young man was still the first to enter the library, and once he entered, he was like an old monk in meditation, and sometimes he was crazy, like a madman.

He is holding a book, or holding a withered paper between his fingers.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be no one other than him.

Even though he was standing on the bottom floor of the five-story building, a floor without authority, his expression was almost devoted to piety and faith.

It seems that what he is looking at is not a stroke, but
The garden is full of spring scenery.

Yes, in winter, the knife light that warmed his cheeks like a raging fire.

(End of this chapter)