"This is the key to the old library, carefully sort it out!"

Manager Wang took out a key and handed it to Ye Chen.

"yes!"

Ye Chen took the Huang Chengcheng key.

The book pavilion has five floors, and the second floor is ordinary miscellaneous books, and students of the academy can borrow them at will. The three floors are martial arts books, and they can only borrow them according to the martial arts grade. There are even peerless martial arts classics on the top floor, which are only allowed to be viewed by very few top disciples.

In the old astronomy, it is obvious that few people come here to clean up.

Ye Chen lit the oil lamp on the wall in the library.

Then I saw several old book scrolls piled up in a mess on the ground, scattered at a height. There were also rows of empty wooden bookshelves in the library. The organized books could be placed on the wooden bookshelf next to them.

"So many books!"

Ye Chen was surprised and came to the pile of books and began to patiently organize old books. He didn't read many books on weekdays, and most of his time spent practicing and doing odd jobs to make money. However, after all, he had been in the academy for ten years and still knew his words.

He picked up a worn yellow book and took the dust off.

"Travels of the All Nations!"

Ye Chen frowned and flipped through it casually. When he saw it, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Which idle man wrote that he actually ran to dozens of countries around Wu Kingdom, recording the interesting stories of sesame seeds that he saw along the way... A king of a certain country lost a chicken. It is said that the chicken was spiritual. I heard that the leader sent someone to steal it, so the two countries started a war... A sweet spring spring emerged from the well water in a certain place, attracting several large villages around him. The book records purely a group of people who had nothing to do after eating, otherwise why would he fight for a well water because of a chicken that was lost, it would be ridiculous."

Ye Chen opened his eyes and couldn't help but shake his head.

The materials of these books also amaze Ye Chen.

The paper books that have been recorded in bamboo slips for hundreds of years, as well as the older bone pieces and tortoise shells. The rare ancient texts on them are profound and obscure, making Ye Chen dizzy and unable to understand them at all.

These are probably very ancient families. Because the family was in a downturn, they had to sell the old books. In addition, some obviously incomplete and damaged books can be found. Such books are of no use and cannot be read, so they must be found.

Ye Chen carefully sorted out books in the library one by one.

This skill must be very meticulous and cannot be careless at all.

There is no one else in the old library.

He is the only one who works quietly.

Ye Chen practices every morning and organizes books every afternoon. This lasts for more than ten days.

On this day, Ye Chen took out a dusty greystone scroll from the depths of the pile of old books.

"Hey, what is this!"

Ye Chen curiously used his sleeves to brush away the dust from the scroll.

The shaft handle of the scroll is a gray stone shaft. The workmanship is quite rough, the pits are bumpy and not smooth. Two ancient words "Xianfu" are written on the shaft handle.

The fabric of the ancient painting scroll is very strange, like paper but not paper, like cloth but not cloth. It is also very hard, and it can't be pulled after a while.

Ye Chen opened the scroll curiously.

It is actually an ancient painting, about one foot wide and two feet long.

In the painting, there is an island floating in the sky, like a dream and a fantasy, like a fairy island.

There is also a wooden house, an acre of medicinal garden, a simple alchemy pavilion, a weapon pavilion, a beast railing and other buildings on the island, which are scattered on it.

On the right corner, a little fox was also drawn, with its teeth and claws, which was indescribable.

"This painting is called "Immortal Palace". Could it be the fairy island where immortals live?"

Ye Chen talked to himself, and couldn't help but feel happy.

From the imperial court to the civilians in the city, everyone knows many legends about immortals.

Even the first dean of Beilu Academy is said to be an immortal cultivator who practices flying swords, a disciple of a major sect of immortal cultivation, and was once the national teacher of the Wu Kingdom. Of course, that happened hundreds of years ago, and no one has seen this dean.

"How do immortals live in a wooden house?"

"Why is this medicine garden so bare that I don't plant any fairy herbs and medicines to go up! There are also alchemy rooms and weapon refining workshops, and there is no smoke! There are no one or two spirit beasts in the beast railing. The immortals living on this island are so lazy!"

"By the way, isn't the little fox white? Why is it just red hair?! What does it do when it flaps its teeth and claws? It seems like it looks very scared and unhappy."

Ye Chen felt funny.

This picture of the Immortal Palace is quite interesting, but this brush is really not a good match. The writing is sloppy, a bit like a child's essay and ink.

"Strange, this is clearly a painting. How can I put it together with these old books and send it to the Beilu Academy."

In fact, Ye Chen didn’t know that calligraphy and painting are usually placed together.

Those down-and-out families want to sell their books, most of them sell them together.

Ye Chen took the ancient painting scroll and looked at it repeatedly for a while.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt liked it.

Although the paintings are bad, they are still a picture of immortals living in the fairy island.

He has been practicing in Beilu Academy for ten years, and his biggest wish is to break through the sixth level of body refining and successfully graduate from Beilu Academy. If one day he can go to the ninth level of the Martial Arts Body Refining Period and become a national-level magic swordsman in Wuguo Town, it must be that the ancestral tomb will be filled with smoke.

The legend of immortals is a very distant story for him.

This ancient painting scroll made him feel friendly.

Ye Chen was a little worried. The book pavilion of Beilu Academy only collected books and not scrolls. This painting was mostly piled up in the old library without seeing the light of day, or was discarded in another place.

It would be a pity that this ancient painting was discarded.

"But, to take it away, you must pass the nod of Manager Wang, which may cost you a lot of money. In this way, the silver you buy from the herbs will naturally be less."

Ye Chen hesitated.

......

In the evening, Ye Chen completed his work today, left the old bookstore, and locked the door.

"Manager Wang, today my disciples have cleaned up more than 400 books! The complete books are classified and placed on each bookshelves. There are dozens of waste books and fragments that are completely useless, and need to be discarded!"

Ye Chen reported to Manager Wang about the sorting of the old book library.

"Um."

Manager Wang was quite satisfied with Ye Chen. In the past ten days, Ye Chen had left early in the morning and worked hard, and he had never been lazy.

"Manager Wang, I want to buy three old books and read them. These old books are all included in the abandoned category, one hundred copper coins per book. What do you think?"

Ye Chen took out two old books and an ancient painting scroll.

He was a little nervous. The two broken old books were just covering the ancient painting scroll. He was worried that it would be too abrupt to leave the ancient painting scroll alone, and it would be troublesome if Manager Wang took it alone.

"Well......."

Manager Wang was about to shake his head and say no, but when he heard Ye Chen paying for it, he immediately swallowed the word "Bu" in his hand.

"One hundred coppers are too little. These two books are good books, one or two silver coins! This painting is for you."

Manager Wang took a look at several broken books and flipped his eyelids.

The ancient painting scroll was a rough and ugly grey stone handle, not a delicate and gentle jade handle, and it was not worth more than a dozen copper coins. He was not interested in reading more. Since these books are discarded books, they will be disposed of sooner or later. This money can be put into his private account without counting it into the academy's accounts.

"So expensive?"

Ye Chen was shocked. If he had known, he would not have wanted these two old books and would have directly asked for scrolls of ancient paintings. But if he regretted it now, he would be afraid that Manager Wang would annoy him.

He gritted his teeth and made a secret decision, "I have earned ten taels of silver in the past ten days, which is far beyond my expectations. I have never bought what I like in ten years, so today I will spend two taels of silver to buy it back."

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When I woke up in the morning, I was surprised to see "The Fate of the Immortal Palace" appear on the weekly recommendation list on the homepage. The new book was promoted last week the next day, which was much better than the best I had expected. I couldn't thank you, so I could only try my best to write and keep updating.

The plot of this book will be held quickly, and these chapters of the Immortal Palace will come out. During the warrior, Ye Chen will only use a very small part of the Immortal Palace's functions. More functions will be revealed after Ye Chen embarks on the path of immortal cultivation, and will be very large.

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