As soon as you enter the library, you will see neatly arranged wooden bookshelves. There is also a wooden sign on the bookshelf with the classification of the books written in white, such as "Sword Technique", "Physical Technique", "Formation Technique", etc. Next to the bookshelf Candlesticks were placed, and the soft candlelight imbued the entire library with a sense of Zen tranquility. There were stairs on both sides to go to the upper floors, and special futons were set up in different places for people to rest.

Maybe I came at the wrong time. There were only a few scattered people on the first floor of the library. They either took books and sat on futons to read, or simply stood in front of the bookshelves and read.

The library is completely different from Qin Moyu's imagination. The orderly and standardized structure does not look like a product of the world of cultivation, but more like a modern library.

Qin Moyu tiptoed in with surprise. It was so quiet here that it gave people the illusion that the sound of walking was just noise.

The further inside, the stronger Qin Moyu's sense of sight becomes, because there are neat tables and chairs placed inside that cannot be seen from the door. The tables are also inlaid with lighting beads, just like the little night Qin Moyu read at night when he was in school. lamp.

Qin Moyu randomly picked a book - a wooden slip to be precise. When he took the wooden slip out of the bookshelf, the two red words "Borrow" slowly appeared on the book. Qin Moyu felt that it was novel and put the wooden slip back. He clearly saw that the two red words were missing. .

Now Qin Moyu understands why no one is guarding the library. His feelings have a built-in anti-theft system. It is hard to say whether there will be an alarm when he leaves this door.

Once is a coincidence, two or three times is inevitable. The person who built the library must also have traveled through time.

Qin Moyu felt inexplicably excited.

Although the memory of his previous life was much blurred, Qin Moyu still had great expectations for his "fellow fellow". He walked around the first floor lightly, but found no more clues, nor did he find any wooden slips about the extremely cold place.

So Qin Moyu headed towards the second floor.

The furnishings on the second floor were similar to those on the first floor, except that there were a lot fewer wooden slips on the bookshelves, but small quantity meant high quality. Qin Moyu was surprised when he took a few of them and looked at them. Guanlan Sect was rich and wealthy.

Qin Moyu looked up and found that there were five floors in the library. He walked up to the third floor and was surprised to find that there were more people here than the two floors below, especially girls. They walked to the corner in twos and threes to discuss in a low voice, and from time to time there was a low voice. Low laughter could be heard, and even the wooden bookshelves were far more numerous than the two floors below.

Why is the atmosphere here so weird?

Qin Moyu quietly walked to a place with few people - a bookshelf that looked different from other wooden shelves, full of vicissitudes of time, with only a few wooden slips on it, and took a look at it.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it. This is not a skill at all, but... a novel?

To be precise, this wooden slip with the title "Travel Notes" is all about how the male protagonist and the female protagonist fell in love and killed each other. After the female protagonist killed the male protagonist, she broke through the tribulation period and recalled the past life alone. The twists and turns of the plot, the bizarreness of the story, and the bloody level are no less than any other online novel Qin Moyu had seen in his previous life.

Qin Moyu thought that he might have opened it the wrong way, so he changed it.

Good guy, this time it's not a romance novel, this time it's a story about Long Aotian's upgrade. The male protagonist named Fen Qi has a series of adventures from a slave, causing countless bloody storms in the process, and finally becomes the overlord of a party.

Qin Moyu was embarrassed, how could there be an upgrading novel in an upgrading novel? What kind of outrageous matryoshka behavior was this?

No wonder there are so many people in this class. Sure enough, there is no shortage of market for Shuangwen novels. As for how did these novels come from?

——It must have been done by that "fellow fellow".

But why are these books placed in the library?

Qin Moyu put the wooden slip back with some confusion, but a soft female voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Can you help me get that wooden slip?"

The speaker was a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old. She was dressed in pure white, with only a wooden hairpin to hold up her black hair. She had a beautiful face and a touch of sadness between her brows. No matter who she was, she looked forward to it with her autumn eyes. The gaze is hard to refuse.

Qin Moyu rarely chatted with girls, especially such good-looking girls. He scratched his face in embarrassment and agreed.

"Is it this?" Qin Moyu took down the wooden slip pointed by the girl. The girl nodded and thanked her.

"No, no, it's just a little effort." Qin Moyu waved his hand quickly, but at the same time he was a little confused, "This position is not high, so why do you need my help?"

Qin Moyu regretted it as soon as he said this. He felt reluctant, but with all conscience, he really just asked subconsciously out of curiosity.

"Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean that!"

The girl was stunned for a second, but then she covered her mouth and chuckled: "I know you didn't mean that, but thank you very much."

Qin Moyu was a little embarrassed. Before he could speak, he heard the girl say again: "My name is Yiliu. I have just entered the Guanlan Sect through the apprenticeship ceremony. Only the official disciples of the Guanlan Sect can take out the wooden slips on this floor and check them."

"So that's it." Qin Moyu suddenly realized, he touched his pocket - fortunately the jade token given to him by Master Xuanjing was not put in the storage bag - he should have this thing before he could take out these wooden slips.

"My name is Qin Moyu." Qin Moyu introduced himself politely.

Yiliu chuckled: "I know."

"Huh? Am I famous?"

"Before I entered the sect, I almost got killed because of your jealousy. I refused Master Xuanjing's apprenticeship twice. It's a bit difficult not to know." Yiliu winked at Qin Moyu.

"..."

Qin Moyu coughed lightly and tried to change the subject: "By the way, do you have any other wooden sticks that you are looking for? Let me get them for you."

"Is it really possible?" Yiliu's eyes lit up.

"Of course, but why are you looking for these? Aren't they all gossip and anecdotes?" Qin Moyu was a little puzzled. Yiliu had an extraordinarily steady body. It could even be said to be deathly lonely. It didn't look like anything at all. A person who loves to gossip.

"Of course not." Yiliu shook his head, "All the wooden slips here, the things recorded on them are traceable and real."

Qin Moyu was stunned.

"Do you know why there are no guards in the Library Pavilion? Because the entire Library Pavilion is the best guard."

Yiliu narrated what he knew: "A long time ago, Guanlan Sect was still a small and unknown sect, but unexpectedly a great master of formations appeared, and he set up countless large and small formations for the entire sect. It was the formation that allowed Guanlan Sect to survive the strong wind and waves after his disappearance."

"Actually, there were not so many wooden slips on the third floor of the library at the beginning, only five. It's not like no one questioned the wooden slips on the third floor, but they kept them out of respect for the ancestors. They just put a lot of other wooden slips to help the sect. The disciples understood the external forces, but soon they discovered that many people and things written in those five wooden slips would always correspond to each other in later generations, just like the one you just saw... Although I don’t know whose story it is, It should match."

"Because of this incident, several great masters came to Guanlan Sect to take back the wooden slips. In the end, they didn't know why but the matter was ignored. Instead, Guanlan Sect became famous. If it hadn't coincided with the Four Continents War and everyone was in danger, In addition, after the war, Master Xuanjing broke through, I am afraid that the Guanlan Sect will be in danger."

Qin Moyu suddenly remembered that in the original work, the male protagonist Nan Xun originally wanted to borrow the name "Fen Xi" in Prince Teng's Pavilion, and the reason why Fen Xi was so arrogant was because the Fen family had a powerful ancestor who had transcended the tribulation period, and the wooden slip he had just read Isn’t the male protagonist’s name Fen Qi?

Qin Moyu realized that he had underestimated the world from beginning to end.

If other people's stories could be written in advance, then could the story of "Nanxun" he saw be written in advance?

In his previous life, he read a novel with "Nan Xun" as the protagonist. Could the author across the screen be the same person as this missing "fellow"?

To put it another way, is the world in the book really only the people and things in the plot of the book? The plot is nowhere to be seen. Is there anything else he doesn't know?

All kinds of cognitive speculations sent shivers down Qin Moyu's spine.

Qin Moyu took a deep breath, suppressed those messy thoughts for the time being, and reluctantly worked up his energy to get all the wooden slips she wanted for Yiliu, and found that they were all related to a man named Yun Qilou.

"Yunqi Tower..." Qin Moyu pondered for a moment, thinking of this organization.

If Tengwang Pavilion is the largest chamber of commerce in the Eastern Continent, then Yunqi Tower is a gray force that spans the two southwestern continents and has always been known for being mysterious and powerful.

Qin Moyu keenly noticed that when Yiliu looked at one of the wooden slips, there was deep-rooted hatred in his eyes, and the hand holding the wooden slip even turned slightly white because of too much force.

"Yi Liu? Are you okay?" Qin Moyu asked cautiously.

"...I'm fine." Yiliu breathed a sigh of relief, carefully put away the wooden slips, and thanked Qin Moyu for his cherished folds.

Qin Moyu was startled and hurriedly hid aside: "No need to be so generous, it's just a little effort."

Yiliu shook his head and said solemnly: "It may be just a little effort for you, but it means a lot to me. You can afford this gift."

Yiliu's attitude was firm, much like Qin Moyu's stubbornness that kept worshiping her even if he didn't accept it.

Qin Moyu had no choice but to accept it.

Yiliu got what he wanted, and left the library after saying goodbye to Qin Moyu, leaving only Qin Moyu to continue searching for information about extremely cold places.

This search actually found something for him.

Qin Moyu found the paper book among a pile of wooden slips. When he took it down, he found that it was a handwritten note, which scrawled interesting anecdotes about the person who wrote it. One of the things mentioned in it was:

Before the Four Continents War broke out, there was a man from the north, wearing clothes of different Four Continent styles - according to research, it was found that they were styles from long ago - and released a red lotus karma fire.

But at the moment when the red lotus karma fire bloomed, this person disappeared before everyone's eyes.

——Yes, disappear.

That person was like a grain of sand blown away by the wind, and was wiped out of the world. Before he died, he looked to the north unwillingly, with infinite longing and nostalgia in his eyes.

There was no wailing, no crying, just silent silence.

——But it was more shocking than any shout.