Kunlun Mountain went to contact other holy places for cultivation. Xianshan Sect went to prepare for a brazen attack on evil demons and vowed to calm the turmoil at its beginning. However, with the communication and transportation level of this world, I don’t know how many months it will be after the notification. After all, under this situation, another conflict broke out, and the evil demon must be staring at Kunlun Mountain. Paper cranes sending messages, flying pigeons sending messages are bound to be unavailable.

Because of Anyang, the four of them were arranged in a bamboo house behind Yunmeng Fairy Top. The surrounding environment was quiet and quiet. Under the arrangement of the head of Kunlun, no one disturbed them. Only the occasional cry of fairy birds and strange beasts and the sound of mountain waterfalls falling from a hundred meters high, which seemed to wash away the dust in the soul. It was indeed a good place.

The decoration of the bamboo house is also very elegant. The calligraphy and paintings of famous people are mostly plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums, ink, landscape, etc., as well as the original works left by the Kunlun predecessors when they were reciting here. Each word contains a wonderful Taoist connotation. When they are watching quietly and condensed, it seems that they can suck people in. Before they know it, they forget the flow of time and only feel the vague meaning, which makes people sigh at the wonders and is undoubtedly of great help to their practice.

Even if you abandon the environment, Kunlun Mountain is a famous holy place for practicing Taoism. It is located on the spiritual veins of heaven and earth. It can be said to gather the essence of the world. Especially the spiritual energy of Yunmeng Immortal Top is the most abundant. Practice here is what countless people who practice Taoism dream of, and no one can find a reason to refuse.

But the bamboo house is not big, and the four people live in a little crowded place.

In the Sutra Pavilion.

Anyang was looking at a secret book of Taoism, but the speed was really terrifying. Ten lines were no longer enough to describe it. He could read a page at a glance. The whole process seemed to be constantly turning the article, and his hand speed was also extremely fast. Ordinary people were afraid that they had not seen clearly whether there were any words on this page, but he had already turned over quickly.

The old bookshelf that exudes a faint decay smell has been no longer concerned about it for a long time. The rapid sound of flipping through books makes the place seem no longer peaceful.

The guardian of the Sutra Pavilion was an old master over the age of 70, with a low status. I don’t know if he was a hidden master with great power as in the novel. I only knew that his turbid eyes were full of horror. Looking at the Supreme Elder, he seemed to be doing a meaningless joke.

But everyone understands that this is naturally impossible to be a joke. First, the Sutra Library in Kunlun Mountain is not a stall selling comic strips on the roadside in the real world. I wonder how many people dream of coming here to read the classics of Taoism. No one will be bored to come here to do meaningless things. Second, Anyang has an extraordinary identity, and this old Taoist knows it, and it is not so boring. Third, Anyang's actions have lasted for four days, and it takes at least ten hours a day in the Sutra Library. What they do is the same, and they are constantly flipping books and constantly flipping books, and they don't even know whether he sees the contents clearly.

The old Taoist once doubted whether this "senior" was looking for something or something, but at such a fast speed, no matter how powerful he is, he can only see a few words clearly?

As for whether Anyang is reading, he dared not think about it. If someone really has such a fast reading speed, wouldn’t it be the same as a god? If someone really has such a strong memory, what would he do? Do you want to burn all the secret scriptures of Kunlun for thousands of years into his mind?

It's terrible to think about it!

The old Taoist also tried to report this to the head of Kunlun and the Supreme Elder, but the group hid behind the door and watched for a long time, but still didn't know what Anyang wanted to do. No, it wasn't that I didn't know, but that the idea was so terrifying that everyone dared not think about it or believe it. In the end, it could only be regarded as something he was looking up. At least this reason is easier to accept.

Anyang ignored them and continued to do his own great cause of copying books.

Did he see clearly? Of course not. With such a fast speed, only the god Daluo can see clearly. Even if his reaction ability and physique are far superior to ordinary people, he can only see a few words clearly.

But he has a cheater - a personal bioassist chip.

He just needs to pass this picture in front of him and concentrate. The bioassist chip cuts off the picture he sees like a high-speed focus camera, and saves it to the database. When the central processor is idle, then converts the picture and text, process the cut pictures and scans them step by step into text.

The fastest continuous shooting speed among ordinary SLR cameras in the real world can reach about eight pictures per second, and perhaps even higher. The speed of professional high-speed continuous shooting cameras is even higher, which is terrifying. Large instruments can even capture or continuously shoot images in one billionth of a second. Due to hardware conditions, bioassisted chips are not that exaggerated, but there is no problem in dealing with this fast-plying picture capture.

So now he is not looking at it with his naked eyes, but is equivalent to scanning with a picture scanner. The speed is naturally not comparable to that of a human reading speed.

Just like no matter how fast a person writes, it is impossible to be faster than laser printing.

In fact, after reading so much, Anyang didn't know what he had read.

He just relied on his super high-tech cheating device to copy the information from the Kunlun Mountain Sutra Library. Naturally, in the eyes of outsiders, this process was to read books randomly.

Indeed, if you have several pages a second, an average of one ancient book is an average of 60 books per hour, and sometimes it will be faster. After all, the ancient books in this world are limited to paper materials and are often not too thick. In a day, there is only more than a thousand books. This speed seems to be nothing to explain in this world except for flipping books.

After a long time, Anyang stopped and stretched his waist, rubbed his eyes, feeling very sore, his brain was a little swollen, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems that my physical fitness is still too low, and I can't keep up with the complex processing capabilities like today. Just like a computer, if you play games for several hours, the console will always get hot. If you have time, you have to improve your physical fitness and brain power."

"Well, it's already noon."

Anyang happened to feel a little hungry, so he took out a can of food out of thin air, pried it open with his fingers, stuffed it into his mouth randomly, and prepared to fight after eating.

The old Taoist who had originally talked about the principles of heaven and fortune-telling stood outside the window, and it took a long time to silently withdraw his gaze, and his eyes were no longer as shocked as before.

In the past few days, several senior elders will take time to see what Anyang, a "powerful senior" is looking for, gradually become numb, whether it is his seemingly nonsense speed of reading, or his unknown method of taking out things out of thin air, or the strangeness of Anyang taking out things out of thin air.

Seeing that the canned food in Anyang's hand was already bottomed out, but he seemed to have not eaten enough, he soon took out another bag of roast chicken and put it in his mouth. The food became more and more delicious. The old Taoist couldn't help but think about what was in his Kunlun Sutra Pavilion worth looking for so hard?

But he must have been unable to understand. Not to mention that Anyang didn’t look for anything at all, there were tens of thousands of books in the Sutra Library, and even he hadn’t read many of them.

The old Taoist sniffed his nose and felt that the fasting technique he had practiced for many years could hardly resist it, so he had to turn around and leave quietly.

It smells so good!

Anyang did not summon the armor and did not open the infrared detection system. Naturally, he could not detect the approach of such a hundred-year-old monster. He thought he would not care if he noticed it. There are so many precious ancient books here, many of which can cause bloody things outside. Many people can't finish reading it in their entire lives. If he doesn't hurry up, how can he take it into his pocket!

It was not until night that the sun was already out of sight, and he put down the book in his hand.

"Today is the fourth day, about three days, and I can copy all the nearly 10,000 books here in the database in the form of pictures."

In seven days, he screened out some useless or useless books, and abandoned some of those who had no intuitive help in practicing Taoism. The rest were classics. After copying the precious collection of Kunlun Mountain for thousands of years in seven days, no one would believe it when he said it. It was precisely because no one would believe it and the old Taoists did not believe it, so he allowed him to come here.

After all, they have only seen how much they have lived for hundreds of years. How long can Anyang Energy stay here? Even if they can still remember it at a glance, how many can they remember?

call!

Anyang breathed a long sigh, massaged the acupoints in his eyes, rested for a while, then looked up and looked outside.

The old Taoist guarding the Sutra Pavilion had already lit the art of light and looked at him from time to time, as if he was seeing when he would leave. If a disciple had been ordered to be rewarded for reading books in the Sutra Pavilion, he would have issued an order to expel guests so late, but he did not dare to be arrogant in the mysterious Anyang and could only wait silently.

The bioassist chip has obtained the permission to retrieve the body's five senses a long time ago, and this time it was called directly. His eyes were almost blinking and high attention, and his natural load was extremely high, even higher than the requirements of his brain. Not to mention anything else, ordinary people just focus on an object, and they will be tired in a short time. While he can ensure height and high-quality screening, he does not have much rest time all day. You can imagine how difficult and intensity this is.

So this rest took a long time.

It was late at night when I went out.

Fortunately, I am now in a strong constitution, soreness in the waist and back pain are impossible, otherwise the pain will be taken to a higher level.

At dusk, the magnificent sunset at a height of ten thousand meters missed him, but he happened to meet the galaxy in the sky. Kunlun was an excellent place to watch the moon. The dazzling and profound and strange above the dark curtain of the sky was enough to fascinate the sentimental people. Not only the Milky Way, the constellations, and the nebula millions of light years away can be clearly seen, and I feel that I am small.

The starry sky has always been the deepest and most charming, often symbolizing dreams and memories, illusory, but also attracts people to pursue. For thousands of years, countless people have clearly known that they cannot touch and are out of reach, and even though they know that even if they spend their entire lives, they can't pick any of them, but they still flock to them and do whatever they want.

Maybe in my dream, I can reach the other side of the Milky Way!

In this way, this Kunlun Mountain is not only an excellent place to watch the stars and the moon, but also to divine the celestial phenomena, but also to cultivate one's nature and explore one's own life. No wonder most of Kunlun disciples are humble and indifferent. They face the vast galaxy and the boundless sea of ​​clouds all day long. They will recognize their insignificance, right?
Chapter completed!