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Everyone has their own secrets, and every sect has a collection of books.

The important place of the book collection is naturally also the secret of the sect. People who can protect the secrets will naturally respect their status in the sect.

The Fuxue Gate has been established for thousands of years. The Wanshu Pavilion has collected countless classics, including treasures and lonely books. Not to mention them for now. Those who have not entered the inner door want to come here to see the yellowed paper at a glance.

But for Sun Degan, the Supreme Elder who has protected Wanshu Pavilion for 30 years, the books in the library are the most inconspicuous decorations. He is too lazy to clean and read. He only likes to do one thing all day long - dozing off.

Recently, the dust in Wanshu Pavilion has been a bit heavy. He will be choked every time he dozes off, so he needs someone to do the cleaning work.

But Wanshu Pavilion is a major sect after all, so people cannot enter it at will.

Therefore, Lin Fan became the first choice, and the reason was very simple, because he was blind and could not read books.

At noon, Lin Fan came to Wanshu Pavilion with a broom and a rag. Sun Degan did not greet Lin Fan, but just gave a brief explanation and started to fall asleep again.

Lin Fan also quickly started cleaning work, but he had to be familiar with Wanshu Pavilion first.

The sandalwood in Wanshu Pavilion was light and seemed to have a refreshing effect. Lin Fan put down his broom and rag, and started the first step of work with a broken sword.

The pavilion is extremely large, with densely carved mahogany bookcases arranged in a staggered manner, and they are clamped out one by one, and walk into it. The sandalwood and a faint ink smell linger around the tip of the nose, with a unique taste.

Lin Fan started from the entrance of Wanshu Pavilion, and it took him an hour to master the layout of the first floor of the book Pavilion, and also knew where the edges and corners he should focus on cleaning were.

When Sun Degan woke up, Lin Fan had already started cleaning, but he just took a few more glances and couldn't help but look surprised.

Lin Fan's movements were not fast, but his movement speed was extremely stable.

He did not use the extremely broken blind stick to test it, as if he was already very familiar with it, and even began to climb up and down like a normal person, cleaning the corners.

Sun Degan even had the illusion that Lin Fan was not blind at all, which made him look interested and lost all sleepiness.

Lin Fan seemed not to notice Sun Degan's gaze, but was fighting against the dust in the Wanshu Pavilion. After another hour, his efforts achieved results. The Wanshu Pavilion was clean and fresh, and the dust was spotless, as if it was rejuvenated.

Sun Degan was very satisfied with this and always said neatly: "You are not bad, you can increase your monthly salary to twenty yuan stones, do it well."

Lin Fan immediately smiled silly when he heard this, and it doubled. The immortal master was generous and hurriedly said, "Thank you, the immortal master."

Sun Degan looked up at Wanshu's loft and said, "Sweep up tomorrow."

Lin Fan raised his eyes covering the black cloth, and naturally he could not see anything.

Sun Degan understood the meaning of Lin Fan's action, and he said, "There are eight floors upstairs."

Lin Fan's mouth felt bitter. The Wanshu Pavilion was indeed worthy of the word "Wan", but thinking about the twenty yuan stones per month, just be more tired.

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At the beginning of the next morning, the wind and snow gradually stopped.

There is a small cottage in a simple courtyard. Lin Fan pushed open the door of the cottage and rubbed his palms into the courtyard, opened the cellar, took out the pickled pickles from the autumn, and began to prepare breakfast.

Obviously, after a year of adaptation, Lin Fan was already familiar with this kind of work. From time to time, he prepared to walk into the door of the big house and serve breakfast.

Ye Ningshuang, who had only one piece of gauze, had already been waiting by the table. After dinner, she started eating as usual.

In the past year, Ye Ningshuang has been very busy, but no matter how busy she is, she has not forgotten to keep doing homework and practicing for Lin Fan.

After Ye Ningshuang's careful teaching over the past year, Lin Fan has obviously left the primary category in theoretical knowledge.

Ye Ningshuang, who took a sip of millet porridge, asked, "What is magical power?"

"Inserting the essence of heaven and earth into the body for preparation, it can activate exercises, activate divine weapons, and activate moves. These are collectively called means, and the most advanced means are magical powers."

Ye Ningshuang was very satisfied with Lin Fan's answer. Although his answer was not as standardized as the classics recorded, the truth was that it understood the meaning. She continued to ask: "Fuxue Seventy-Two Swords, the last move?"

Lin Fan was about to speak suddenly, and after scratching his head, he found that the profound sword moves that he could not understand were indeed difficult to remember, so he honestly stretched out his head.

Ye Ningshuang raised his right hand, grabbed his middle finger with his thumb, aimed it at Lin Fan's head, and gave him a "brain crash". This was obviously a punishment that did not answer.

With a crisp sound of "Boom!", Lin Fan felt his head look like a raw melon. He quickly grinned and rubbed it, saying, "The hand strength has gradually increased recently."

Ye Ningshuang raised her eyebrows: "Tempering technique?"

"Clean your heart and calm your energy, hold your heart and guard it..."

"The Wind Craft."

"The body turns into the wind, and the feet want to ride on the dragon..."

"There are the four qi in the world?"

"Purity, spiritual energy, mysterious energy, and ultimate energy."

"What is Tao?"

"Dao..." Lin Fan got stuck.

Ye Ningshuang said without hesitation: "Come."

Lin Fan stretched out his head.

"Dong!" A crisp sound was accompanied by Lin Fan's pain, and then Ye Ningshuang continued to ask: "The twelve meridians of the human body?"

"Have you taught me this?" Lin Fan wondered.

"I whispered beside you when you pickled pickles in autumn last year."

"Is that counting?"

"Of course."

"Dong!" Another crisp sound.

Next, Ye Ningshuang's problem became more and more tricky. In the big house and in front of the dining table, a series of "dongdongdongdongdongdongdong" sounded, as if he was playing drums, and as if he was knocking on the door.

Lin Fan rubbed the big bag on his head, but he couldn't see the porcelain bowl containing millet porridge in front of him, as if the rice grains were overflowing because of the crisp sound.

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After the tragic breakfast, Lin Fan came to Wanshu Pavilion.

Sun Deqian seemed to have always been sitting on the large carved table at the entrance of Wanshu Pavilion, dozing off. Lin Fan did not disturb him, and climbed to the second floor and started cleaning work.

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, and Sun Deqian and Lin Fan had very little communication during this period. Lin Fan never stayed in Wanshu Pavilion and left after finishing his work. He seemed to be unhappy with this holy land where countless disciples of the Fluxue Sect wanted to stay for a while.

On the sixth day, Lin Fan's cleaning work had reached the top floor.

The most precious classics are naturally collected on the top floor of Wanshu Pavilion. Lin Fan knows this well and naturally becomes more careful when plastering.

The cleaning work was done until noon. Lin Fan had wiped countless books with a dry rag, but the latest book he bought made him stop.

This book is a bit special, and the first thing you feel when you buy it is very heavy. Lin Fan has never taken such a heavy book in Wanshu Pavilion. What's even more strange is that the tentacles feel a bit uncomfortable. There seems to be no words on the cover, but the tough inlay lines.

Lin Fan couldn't see what book this was, but he still turned on the cover and continued to touch it. He found that there were some irregular and tough lines on every page in the book.

So, he began to wonder what was recorded in this book and what were these lines?

This emotion changed into a simple "want to see" in an instant, and Lin Fan wanted to see!

Suddenly, colors appeared before his dark eyes, and a dynamic picture passed by in a rapid form.

Lin Fan was shocked by what he saw, subconsciously retreated backwards and hit the bookcase. Dozens of books fell from the sky and hit Lin Fan's head without any suspense.

In the past few days, Lin Fan had already been flipped up by Ye Ningshuang, who had known last year, and his head was covered with salt. The blow was like a wound, and he suddenly burst into tears.

However, there was no one in Wanshu Pavilion. The old man Sun Deqian was sleeping soundly at noon, so naturally no one paid attention to him.

After screaming, Lin Fan stood up embarrassedly, returned all the fallen books, and then wondered if the colors in front of him were hallucinations, and picked up the extremely heavy book again.

He focused again, wanted to see again, and then nothing happened.

Lin Fan frowned. His eyes were pitch black for a year. The sudden color could not be an illusion, but what else was it?

Lin Fan could not find any reason, he could only think that this was an illusion, an illusion, to convince himself that restless heart that wanted to see the light again.

As usual, Lin Fan cleaned the ninth floor of Wanshu Pavilion, then returned to the yard to prepare supper.

There was nothing to say all night, Lin Fan came to Wanshu Pavilion again the next day. Today he should have been cleaning the first floor, but he couldn't help but want to go to the ninth floor to read that book.

So he went to the ninth floor of Wanshu Pavilion again and easily found the book.

The purchase was still as heavy as yesterday. Lin Fan turned the first page and suddenly the colors gathered in front of him again, like scenes of slides passing by quickly.

This time Lin Fan was not scared, but his face was still pale and his lips trembled - this was his habitual manifestation when he was excited.

In the picture in front of me is a mahogany bookcase that seems to be embedded in the wall. Lin Fan saw a book located in the center at a glance, called "Theory of Spiritual Roots".

This book was first read and put back. Occasionally there was a blank period, and the books on the bookshelf were covered with dust. Then someone came to clean it, someone passed by, and no one flipped it up.

Lin Fan didn't know why this picture appeared in front of him, but he had the ability to read a process carefully, so he wanted to read the contents of the book when someone opened it.

The picture turned back and a man in white appeared in front of the bookshelf. He opened the book, looked carefully at the tough lines on the pages, and fell into deep thought.

At the same time, Lin Fan also fell into deep thought, and he already understood what he saw.

What he saw was the ten years of this book! And he had the ability to view a quarter of an hour of pictures in any time period in the past ten years!

However, although Lin Fan was clear, the picture in front of him did not stop.

In front of the bookshelf, beside the sandalwood, a man dressed in a snow-like manner was focused on reading the "Spiritual Roots" and a fooling voice came from behind.

"The "Spiritual Roots" is just an arrogant book written by arrogant people. Why do you have to be obsessed with it?"

The man turned his head and Lin Fan saw his face clearly. It was a face full of doubts but angular, but Lin Fan still couldn't see who was making the sound.

When he saw it, his cheeks were pale at the same time as the man in white in his eyes.

A hand covered with black hair was the first to poke out. The fingers of this hand were only three, which were particularly thick, with very long nails, and some reflections, and were as sharp as a knife.

Immediately afterwards, something Lin Fan could never have imagined happened.

This hand that was not like a human was easily penetrated through the chest of the man in white. The red blood flowed out along the wound, dyeing the white clothes. The blood just gathered into a pool at the man's feet in the blink of an eye. His body began to tilt, but he raised his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief. It was not a human in front of him, but a demon!
Chapter completed!