The bamboo plaque, three inches wide and long with two fingers, was painted with black lacquer, and the eight boys were written in regular script, "Fifteen days of service in the library", and the bottom was a mark of auspicious clouds and fire lacquer, which was the mission sign for Qingyun Hall.

When disciples of the Martial Arts Academy take on tasks in Qingyun Hall, they will get the same bamboo card. After completing the task, they will return it to Qingyun Hall for rewards on merit. This is a very important certificate.

Qingyun Hall will also take the initiative to send tasks to the disciples, and some deacon disciples will come to deliver them.

However, such tasks are often very important and are rarely assigned to new students. At least Wei Changfeng's predecessor has never heard of them in the Martial Arts Academy for two years.

He had just entered the Martial Arts Academy for three or four days, and Qingyun Hall actually assigned a mission, which was absolutely abnormal!

Wei Changfeng frowned and asked, "Senior brother, I am a disciple of Xinyue, why did Qingyun Hall send me the mission of the service?"

The deacon disciple said coldly: "This is a task sent by the above. How do I know the reason? If you have any questions, go to Qingyun Hall to ask the master yourself!"

The classes within the Martial Arts Academy are clearly divided, with the chief of the Party Academy, the elders and the deacons, the martial arts masters, and the disciples. There are huge differences between the disciples of the upper courtyard and the disciples of the lower courtyard.

A deacon disciple must be far higher than a new student like Wei Changfeng, so he is naturally not polite to speak.

But Wei Changfeng knew very well that someone was stumbling on himself and taking eye drops!

Fifteen days of service in the library mean that he should not think about practicing martial arts well in the past half month to improve his strength, because as long as the disciples who have been in Jingyun Martial Arts Academy for one or two years know how troublesome the work in the library is!

The master in charge of the library is named Ouyang Feng. It is said that he has been in charge of guarding the library for decades. He is a crazy and irritable old guy. No disciple in the library has ever suffered from him.

So in the martial arts academy, the disciples secretly called him "crazy elder". They were absolutely unwilling to get close to the three-foot-foot-place of the library!

Not only does the task of the library work not have much oil and water reward, but you have to be careful to be injured by the moody crazy elder at any time. Even if the Martial Arts Academy will provide compensation, it will definitely not be worth the loss.

"Why are you doing this while standing there? Will you accept this task?"

Wei Changfeng was still hesitating, and the deacon disciple was extremely impatient and shouted: "I'm still rushing back to report my life!"

At this time, many disciples were surrounded near the entrance of the martial arts hall. They whispered to each other and pointed at Wei Changfeng, most of whom were gloating.

"This is Wei Changfeng!"

"Ah? I heard that he and Senior Brother Hao Xiong and Hao are going to fight for a life-and-death battle?"

"Haha, he is a newcomer who is overestimating his own abilities. Just wait and see the show!"

"Then it seems that the deacon of Qingyuntang's senior brother!"

"I just heard that Qingyun Hall wanted this Wei Changfeng to go to the library to serve for fifteen days."

"Hahaha, then he is really going to be miserable!"

Wei Changfeng turned a deaf ear to these cold words. He thought of it and resolutely reached out to take over the task sign.

"Disciple obeys the order!"

Seeing Wei Changfeng knowing each other, the deacon nodded with satisfaction: "That's right. You can go to the library now. The master there is urging you to ask for someone, which will delay the matter and make you look good!"

After saying that, he turned around and left arrogantly with his head held high.

Too much bullying!

Wei Changfeng felt anger in his heart, and he held the task sign and remained silent.

Since he was reborn from the body, he has always wanted to stay low-key and do not want to cause trouble easily.

But he didn't cause trouble, but he came to him one by one. Now it is time to live and die, and some people are thinking of secretly attacking him.

What is really intolerable?

The more angry he felt in his heart, the calmer Wei Changfeng's surface became, like a rock sealed with magma.

He didn't want to be laughed at here, so he put away his mission sign and walked towards the library.

The disciples who were blocking the road avoided each other, looking at Wei Changfeng with all kinds of eyes, mocking, disdain, sympathy, etc.

When walking on the road, Wei Changfeng had already thought it clearly.

He could actually refuse this task arrangement, but he would definitely be recorded by Qingyuntang for this reason and then arrange other tasks. In short, he would never let him live a safe life.

The reason is that most of them are inseparable from the life-and-death battle between him and Hao Xiong.

Previously, Senior Brother Li told Wei Changfeng that someone in the Martial Arts Academy opened a bet handicap for this showdown.

The other party also reminded that if you have any trouble, you can find Dongfang Lingtian.

Trouble is indeed here!

After knowing the cause of the incident, Wei Changfeng took on this task. If he kept refusing to the task assigned by Qingyun Hall, he would definitely be sued by the other party to the execution hall and finally kicked out of the Martial Arts Academy.

So what ability will he have to fight with Hao Xiong that life and death battle that cannot be repentant?

The most important thing is that the library may not be a dragon's nest!

The library of Jingyun Martial Arts Court is located between the lower courtyard and the upper courtyard, near the foot of the mountain. It is an independent seven-story tower that can be seen from a long distance.

The library contains a large number of martial arts secret martial arts accumulated by Jingyun Martial Arts Academy over hundreds of years. It is a place with strict guardings. Martial Arts Academy disciples can only enter after obtaining permission to exchange or purchase martial arts books.

The disciples of the lower courtyard can only go to the second floor of the library, and the disciples of the upper courtyard can go to the third and fourth floors. The higher the number of layers, the higher the level of the martial arts, the higher the level, the exchange will naturally be.

In addition to ordinary traitors, there are also a group of copywriters in the library who are specialized in copying books. The manuscripts that ordinary disciples can basically be exchanged for.

Due to heavy work and the staff of the library are often insufficient, the Martial Arts Academy often sends disciples from the lower court to serve in the library for a period of time and maintain normal operation.

The reason is inseparable from the notorious "crazy elder" Ouyang Feng!

After showing the mission sign to the warrior who was in charge of guarding the library, Wei Changfeng walked into the first floor of the library under the latter's sympathy!

………

At the same time, Jingyun City Xinghua Lane.

A haggard and black-faced man, with the support of his two companions, staggered into the gate of the clinic with the plaque "Huichuntang" hanging outside.

Behind them was a beautiful young woman with a sad face.

There were already many people sitting in Huichun Hall, waiting patiently for a tall and thin doctor to take the pulse and see a doctor.

The beautiful young woman accelerated her pace and rushed straight to the doctor's side. She knelt on the ground and begged to the other party with a "thump". "Sir Alchemist, please save my husband, he is almost out of reach!"

"Wow!"

As if it was confirming the beautiful young woman's words, the black-faced man who was supported by his companion opened his mouth and spitted a stream of black blood, splashing on the ground and emitting a fishy smell.

The patients next to them were frightened and all hid aside, fearing that they would be infected.

The two companions quickly helped the black-faced man sit on a wooden bench. The latter had his head and his eyes closed halfway, breathing very lightly, and anyone could tell that he was in danger.

The thin alchemist frowned, got up and walked over quickly.

He first raised the head of the black-faced man, opened the other person's eyelids and looked at it, and then picked up the latter's wrist to take the pulse.

After a while, the tall and thin alchemist let go of his wrist and asked in a deep voice: "Have you taken all the medicines I prescribed yesterday?"

The beautiful young woman said sadly: "I have eaten it all, and I vomited blood this morning. I really have no choice, so I asked someone to send it here quickly and ask Lord Alchemist to save him!"

The tall and thin alchemist didn't say anything. He took out a silver needle from his sleeve and stabbed it heavily into the middle of the black-faced man's eyebrows.

"Uh~"

The latter immediately moaned, opened his eyes and woke up.

"Husband!"

The beautiful young woman was immediately overjoyed and rushed over and hugged her husband, tears kept flowing down her face.

"Thank you, Lord Alchemist, thank you!"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the face of the tall and thin alchemist.

He coughed and said, "Don't thank me for now. Your husband is already poisoned and has no help!"

The last three words were like a bolt from the blue that hit the young woman's head, shocking her entire body.

There is no help!

After a while, she woke up and asked in a trembling voice: "Sir Alchemist, didn't you say yesterday that it would definitely be cured? Why is this happening?"

The tall and thin alchemist frowned and replied a little unhappy: "He was poisoned too deeply, and I couldn't see it. As the saying goes, medicine will not kill you. I suggest you prepare your funeral for him!"

The beautiful young woman's face turned pale, and the last glimmer of hope made her eyes extremely empty and terrible. She stared at the tall and thin alchemist in a daze, unable to speak at all.

The thin and tall alchemist couldn't help but take a step back. He looked at the patients on both sides and gritted his teeth and said, "I have a pill here. If you ask him to take it, you should be able to hold on for another day or two."

He took out the medicine box and chose a pill and handed it to the young woman, but his heart hurt very much.

This life-extending pill is made of good medicinal materials and is quite expensive.

If he hadn't misdiagnosed first and was afraid of affecting his reputation, he would definitely not be willing to give it to the other party for nothing.

A glimmer of hope ignited in the beautiful young woman's eyes, and she took the pill and stuffed it into her husband's mouth.

The black-faced man swallowed the pills with difficulty and became a little more energetic.

He grabbed his wife's hand and said with a hoarse throat: "Take me to Jingyun Martial Arts Academy... and find Wei Changfeng, he can save me!"

The tall and thin alchemist could hear it clearly and couldn't help but sneer: "In Jingyun City, who can't cure patients I, Hu Wanchun, can I still treat? Who is Wei Changfeng? Jingyun Martial Arts Academy... It's ridiculous!"

But the beautiful young woman no longer believed him and asked her companions to help the black-faced man up and immediately left Huichuntang.

The thin alchemist looked at their departure and snorted coldly.

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Chapter completed!