Jingyun Martial Arts Academy Library.

Although it is a tower structure, the space inside the library is still very large. When you enter the gate at the bottom, you will see a rockery that is nearly two meters high.

Strange rocks are rugged and lush, and a clear spring overflows from the cracks of the rocks, splashing like a rolling plate of jade pillars into the small pool surrounding it. Ripples and duckweed floats with the waves, and a few koi play in it.

Further inside are rows of huge bookshelves, neatly arranged in dozens of rows. All the wooden shelves were piled with thick books, and a faint smell of paper and ink came towards us.

On the left is the staircase leading to the upper floor, and on the right is a long row of counters. Hundreds of bamboo plaques hung on the wall behind the counter, but they are all painted in vermilion.

When Wei Changfeng came, two disciples from the Martial Arts Academy were busy behind the counter, copying books and sorting them out.

Since the opening hours of the library are limited, there will be no students or disciples coming to exchange for the secrets of martial arts when they are not open days, so the huge library seems very quiet.

"Ahem!"

Wei Changfeng walked to the front of the counter and coughed gently.

The disciple who was writing hard immediately raised his head and immediately startled Wei Changfeng!

Because half of the other person's face was red and swollen, there were still blue-purple fingerprints on it, and his mouth and nose were all crooked. It was obvious that he was slapped heavily on the face. The more miserable the appearance was, the more miserable it was!

Wei Changfeng estimated that if his mother stood here, she might not be able to recognize her son.

"You... are here to do something, hiss~"

The copying disciples were seriously leaking their words. After careful observation, they found that they had several missing teeth!

"Today...hiss...is not the open day of the library, and cannot be exchanged for exercises."

Wei Changfeng shook his head secretly, put the Qingyun Hall mission sign in front of him, and said, "I was ordered to come to the Library Pavilion to serve. Please ask my senior brother for convenience."

Tag!

The pen in the copying disciple fell down. He stared blankly at the task sign on the counter, his eyes dumbfounded.

When Wei Changfeng thought he had some hidden disease, the copying disciple turned around and roared at another disciple who was cleaning: "Senior Brother, someone has taken over our mission!"

He was so excited that he trembled all over, and his voice was so loud that he could overturn the roof!

The cleaner immediately dropped the broom in his hand, ran over in two steps, grabbed the task sign on the counter, and couldn't help laughing: "That's great, great, great!"

This disciple looked like he had no damage to his face, but his mental state was obviously a bit abnormal. He was crazy and didn't look like an ordinary person, especially the light emitted from his eyes, which was simply terrifying.

"You two are so sad? Get out of here. If you don't want to leave, stay!"

A sinister voice suddenly came from the upstairs.

Hearing this voice, whether it was a copying disciple or a cleaner, he immediately closed his mouth tightly, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

They rolled and crawled out from under the counter, put them down at the door and ran.

The copying disciple ran two steps, turned back, and came to Wei Changfeng's ear and said in a very low voice: "Thank you for your hard work, junior brother... Hiss... Remember, you must not disobey the orders of that master!"

He reached out and patted Wei Changfeng on the shoulder with a strong look, and a look of sympathy appeared on his pig's face, and then followed his companions out of the library without looking back.

Wei Changfeng felt ridiculous, but this also proved that the horror of the library was not fake.

Speaking of which, his predecessor was in the Martial Arts Academy for two years and had never been to the Library.

Because my predecessor had no spare money to buy secrets of martial arts, and even if I could afford it, I could not afford the expenses of asking the master of the martial arts lecture hall to guide me, I have been practicing free true qi breathing techniques and basic boxing techniques for two years.

Under such circumstances, it was entirely due to his talent that he could cultivate to the third level of body refining!

"New boy, get out of here!"

The voice from the upstairs came again, interrupting Wei Changfeng's thoughts.

Wei Changfeng calmed down and followed the stairs on the left to the second floor of the library.

The layout of the second floor of the library is similar to the bottom floor, but there is no rockery view. There are a few futons scattered in the vacant position and a wooden table is also placed.

The table table was filled with wine pots, dining plates, and large pieces of greasy pork ribs and braised pork were stacked randomly, emitting a strong atmosphere, which made people feel disgusted when they saw it.

The next one was filled with gnawing bones. Fortunately, the weather was cold and there were no flies, otherwise I would have been so dirty that it would be like a garbage dump!

An old man was sitting in the middle of the garbage dump and chewing on the case. He held a wine pot in his right hand and grabbed a piece of fat meat in his mouth with his left hand. He chewed it all over his mouth and splashed it on his clothes.

However, his clothes are extremely dirty and I don’t know how many years have they been changing. If you look at them, you can make people spit out the overnight meal.

The old man is tall, but very thin, completely skinny, with his cheekbones bulging like a thin skull, and his hair is messy like a bird's nest.

What impressed Wei Changfeng the most was his eyes. The light flashed in his eyes, sometimes quiet and sometimes violent, and uncertain!

Ouyang Feng, the head of the Jingyun Martial Arts Library Pavilion!

Wei Changfeng took a deep breath, stepped forward and bowed and said, "Disciple Wei Changfeng, was ordered to serve in the library for fifteen days, and pay homage to the master and elder!"

Ouyang Feng swallowed the fat meat in his mouth, glanced at Wei Changfeng and muttered: "I don't know what the bastards in Qingyuntang are doing, but the little boys sent are worse than the other ones!"

He asked contemptuously: "Boy, you only have the cultivation level of the second level of body refining, right?"

Wei Changfeng was surprised. You should know that unless you are conducting a test or fighting, it is difficult to see other people's realm cultivation. The "crazy elder"'s eyes were fierce.

He replied quietly: "Yes, my disciple has just entered the Martial Arts Academy and it only takes four days."

Ouyang Feng laughed and said, "Then you must have offended people. I will send you here to let me start. They are becoming more and more skilled in playing this trick, and they will not even let go of the new disciples!"

Wei Changfeng was shocked and silent.

Ouyang Feng continued, "I might as well tell you that there are dozens of martial arts disciples who died at my hands. It is too late for you to regret it now. It is easy for you to come in from the library door, but it is difficult to go out!"

He looked at Wei Changfeng with the joking look of a cat playing with a mouse, wanting to see the latter's panic look.

But what disappointed Ouyang Feng was that Wei Changfeng did not lose his composure, as if he had expected this.

He walked directly to Ouyang Feng and sat down, ignoring the filth on the ground.

Under Ouyang Feng's gaze, Wei Changfeng reached out and picked up a piece of fat meat placed on the table, took it to his mouth and chewed it a few more times.

This rude action made Ouyang Feng furious. His face twitched a few times, his eyes were as red as fire, as fierce as if it was an angered monster, which would burst out anytime and anywhere!

The great reputation of the Crazy Elder in the Library is definitely not a rumor!

Wei Changfeng seemed to have no idea that his situation was extremely dangerous. He calmly swallowed the pieces of meat and said, "This is the water python meat, a demon python that has been for hundreds of years. He stewed it in the purple clay pot for at least ten hours with thirty years of Scrophularia, Rehmannia, Pig Treasure, and Red Blood Grass, Wisteria roots and tiger meat in the purple clay pot for at least ten hours, which is very good!"

Hearing Wei Changfeng's words, Ouyang Feng's fierce flames were slightly curled and he said in surprise: "I can't tell that you little bastard knows a lot. Even my husband's 'Dragon and Tiger Fight Xuanhuang' can be clearly stated, which is a bit famous!"

"But, do you think I'll let you go like this? Naive!"

He stared at Wei Changfeng and squeezed a terrifying voice from his throat: "When I am unhappy, I will never let others be happy too! But don't worry, I won't kill you, it's interesting to make a slow move."

Ouyang Feng's eyes were extremely terrifying, and he clearly told Wei Changfeng that he was definitely not joking!

Wei Changfeng smiled slightly and said, "Senior Ouyang, I know much more than you think. I also know that this dragon and tiger fighting Xuanhuang is of infinite use, and it can only temporarily relieve your yang evil and burn your body, and it is tantamount to drinking poison to quench your thirst!"

"What!"

Ouyang Feng's face suddenly changed. He suddenly took action and grabbed Wei Changfeng's shoulder and shouted sternly: "Who are you? Who sent you here? Let me explain it to me!"

Click!

In extreme shock, he used some real power on his hand and actually cracked Wei Changfeng's shoulder bone!

Wei Changfeng endured the severe pain and faced his tyrannical eyes without showing any weakness, and said in a deep voice: "I came here because someone wanted to harm me. I can see that your illness is my ability."

"I'll just ask you one thing, do you want to heal your internal injuries?"

"Can you cure my internal injuries?"

Ouyang Feng was shocked, and the violent aura in his eyes disappeared, replaced by surprise and doubt.

He slowly let go of his hand, stared at Wei Changfeng and said, "I'll give you a chance to say that if you have a little nonsense, I'll kill you in my palm immediately!"

Wei Changfeng did not speak anymore, but untied his clothes and exposed his shoulders.

His left shoulder had become bruised and clear fingerprints left on it, and his injuries were not light.

Wei Changfeng took out three silver needles from his arms and pierced them on the three acupoints on his shoulders. He gently twisted them a few times and injected a trace of elixir power to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis and speed up recovery.

If he is not treated in time, his left arm will be unable to move for a long time.

Seeing this scene, the crazy elder Ouyang Feng, who was terrified in Jingyun Martial Arts Academy, turned red and a little embarrassed!

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