The Earth Is My Dantian

Ye Sheng spent three days in the monastery. During these three days, he concentrated on alchemy and learned another kind of elixir.

Daoist Qingxu was full of praise for Ye Sheng's talent in alchemy.

"Your strongest point is drawing inferences from one instance. You didn't rigidly follow what I said. You can always develop your own ideas on it. Although most of your ideas are undesirable and naive, I appreciate you Seed." Daoist Qing Xu said to Ye Sheng.

"Thank you, Master, for your praise." Ye Sheng smiled and accepted it shamelessly.

"Three days have passed, you are going to visit the royal library tomorrow, how many books do you estimate you can read in one day?" Daoist Qingxu asked.

Ye Sheng thought for a while, and said, "I have a photographic memory, about a few hundred copies."

"The Royal Bookstore has millions of books, all of which are the most cherished books in the world, many of which are orphans. There are some in other places, the Royal Bookstore has them, and there are no other places, and the Royal Bookstore also has them. You only read a hundred books in a day. Did you waste this opportunity?" Daoist Qingxu asked.

Ye Sheng said helplessly: "But this disciple only has one pair of eyes and one body, and reading hundreds of books is already the limit."

"I'll teach you a method that can make you transform into thousands of illusions and read tens of thousands of books." Daoist Qingxu smiled.

Ye Sheng immediately knelt down and said pleasantly, "Thank you, Master."

"Soul Clone Technique." Taoist Master Qingxu said slowly: "This Taoist technique has no offensive power. When you sit in meditation, your soul escapes and splits into hundreds of selves. Read books to see if it is more effective than you alone too much?"

"Master, if you do this, will you have a nervous breakdown?" Ye Sheng asked suspiciously.

A person's brain capacity is limited, and if he has not broken through the state of leaving his body, once the brain capacity is exceeded, he will definitely have a nervous breakdown. To put it bluntly, it is a neuropathy.

"Don't you know how to measure yourself?" Daoist Qingxu said angrily.

"Master, please teach me." Ye Sheng kowtowed.

"Get up, you are my apprentice, I won't help anyone, your senior brother has left Xianyang, and he doesn't know where he is going, I don't need to worry about his strength, he has already walked out of his own way. Your second senior brother is a genius, You will also find a way out by yourself, but you are the only one who learned alchemy, I have never taught you Taoism, this is the first Taoism taught to you, you have to study hard." Taoist Master Qingxu said with emotion.

Ye Sheng nodded seriously, he must study hard.

For the royal library, Ye Sheng has been coveting it for a long time. The huge library in it is simply an invisible treasure, which is far beyond the comparison of the library of Ye Mansion and Jixia College.

Daoist Qingxu carefully passed the soul clone technique to Ye Sheng. This technique is very simple, because it has no attack power, Ye Sheng can learn it effortlessly.

In one night, he has already started and mastered it proficiently.

On the second day, a royal carriage came to Jixia Academy, Ye Sheng got out early, boarded the carriage, and walked towards the palace.

The driver was the imperial bodyguard, he was serious and didn't talk to Ye Sheng, just driving the carriage on his own.

Ye Sheng sat in the car, closed his eyes, and continued to comprehend the Soul Clone Technique, which was related to his harvest for the next day.

The Great Qin Imperial Palace is majestic and majestic. This is the second time Ye Sheng came here. The last time he entered the harem through the side door, but this time he entered through the main entrance.

Ye Sheng lifted the curtains and watched silently. The huge city wall, black and white, as beautiful as an ink painting, came into view, which made Ye Sheng feel very comfortable.

The entire imperial palace is a small city. In this city, major events in the world are decided every day, and there is an inexplicable majesty.

This kind of majesty is difficult to explain, it does not emanate from people, but emanates from ancient brick walls, ancient city gates, and ancient steps.

The royal library is located directly behind the palace, and there is a huge palace overlooking it from the sky.

It's just a huge open book.

After walking for an hour, they came here. When Ye Sheng got out of the car, he saw Liu Liangfeng.

He was number two and came today too.

When Liu Liangfeng saw Ye Sheng, a fighting spirit appeared in his eyes, the kind of fighting spirit that regarded Ye Sheng as an opponent.

He didn't despise Ye Sheng because he only had the sixth level. The person who can overwhelm him and take the first place must be capable.

Liu Liangfeng wanted to compete head-on with Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng just looked at him, nodded, and didn't speak.

The rest of the people also came. Among the top ten, most of them are from the Xianyang family, but they are all from the bottom.

The third place is a disciple of Yuhua Holy Land, named Mo Yu, a taciturn person.

The fourth place is Monk Wuwen, the brother of Monk Wuxin, from Dalin Temple, and the fifth to tenth are the disciples of the major families in Xianyang.

"You can enter the library for a day. I will wake you up at this time tomorrow. Do not damage any books in the library. Once we find out, we will not show mercy." The commander of the imperial army said.

Ye Sheng and the others nodded, indicating that they understood.

Squeak!

The door of the royal library slowly opened, and an old man came out slowly, with white hair and serious age spots on his face, his eyes narrowed, and he asked, "Are these ten people the ones who hunted in the West Mountain this time?"

The commander of the imperial army nodded and said: "Mr., these ten people, you can supervise them inside, and don't let them damage the books."

"Okay, let's go, I'll be here at this time tomorrow." The old man waved his hand, looked at Ye Sheng and the other ten people, and said, "Come in with me."

Ye Sheng took the first step, and ten people entered the library one after another.

when!

The library door was immediately closed.

The first time he entered the library, Ye Sheng was shocked.

Big!

This library is far bigger on the inside than on the outside.

grassland!

The second feeling is that this grassland is too big, right?

Yes, the inside of the library is not the various bookshelves and books in Ye Sheng's imagination, but a lush grassland, where beautiful flowers bloom one after another.

"This is the royal library. These are a small world outlined by formations. There is a book inside each flower. There are millions of flowers blooming here. You can watch it yourself." The old man explained.

"Old man, we want to know how to distinguish these books?" Liu Liangfeng asked modestly.

The old man said: "It's very simple, the color, the yellow flower is the martial arts secret book, whether it is the soul attack or the martial arts attack, it is yellow. The red is all kinds of biographies, celebrity letters, etc., and the rest of the colors represent different types of books."

"Old man, don't know how to address him?" Mo Yu asked.

"I, the person who guards the library, you can just call me the reader." The reader said flatly.

"Old man, I want to ask if there are any books about the Holy Land of Ascension?" Mo Yu was asking.

The rest of the people also chased after the old man to ask questions, except Ye Sheng, who walked slowly on the grass, squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched it, it was true.

"It's really unbelievable." Ye Sheng said with emotion, and immediately began to meditate and exercise his soul.

Soul avatar technique.