Ask Sword

The holidays are over, a new semester, a new class schedule.

Li Ang walked through the tree-lined path outside the supervisory building, and a talisman in his palm fluttered like a loach.

Since Mosi got out of control on the Qixi Festival, he deliberately controlled himself from abusing Mosi, and instead devoted his energy to studying talisman and reading.

Significant progress has been made. Now he can write the talisman without a pen, but directly imprints the cinnabar powder on the surface of the talisman through the force of his mind to form the lines of the handwriting.

This is one of the advanced techniques of synology.

In a battle between great practitioners, even the blink of an eye can determine the outcome. The moment it becomes a talisman, there will be more vitality.

The road is long and long, and I will search up and down.

The sound of Lang Lang swearing the oath came from the square. It was the entrance ceremony of the five-year freshmen.

Li Ang walked from the edge of the square, his eyes swept over the youthful young girls, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

Before I knew it, it was already my third year in Chang'an. The world is changing, and the country of Yu is changing, but the entrance ceremony of the academy every summer seems to never change.

Brother Li Ang.

Senior Risheng.

Walking on the road, juniors and juniors kept saying hello, and Li Ang responded politely. After passing the Chuiyun Bridge, he turned right and came to the Library Pavilion.

Unlike the Dongjun Building, which is always cold and cold all year round, in order to protect the books, the Zangshu Pavilion has placed restrictions on the walls that are warm in winter and cool in summer. As soon as you walk into it, you will feel the coolness blowing over your face.

Excuse me, I want to go to the third floor.

Li Ang stepped across the white stone floor, came to the front desk, and put the jade seal with the logo of the Supervisory Department and his name on the stage.

The female instructor behind the desk was concentrating on reading a book while knocking on a basket of melons.

Hearing Li Ang's request,

She picked up the seal with her mind, dipped some ink pad, and printed it on the registration book of Zangshuge, then opened the drawer, took out an antique copper key from it and put it on the table, and continued to read the book intently.

Thank you for teaching.

Li Ang picked up the copper key and glanced curiously at the words on the page.

[The king of the county! The princess has been hanging on the gate of the city for three days in the sun, do you want to continue? 】

[Is she finally willing to admit her mistake? 】

[Wangfei. Wangfei died on the first night. 】

Well?

Li Ang smacked his lips, this style of writing has an inexplicably strong sense of sight.

Chang'an Lanling News has always been leading the trend of women's literature in Yu State, but the story styles of Lanling News in the past were basically boudoir daughters and frustrated scholars, happy women and frustrated scholars, fox fairies and ghosts and frustrated scholars. .

This phenomenon is largely due to the fact that the author of the story is an unsuccessful scholar.

However, the anonymous author named Jin Jiang was born a few years ago and created more than a dozen types of stories by himself.

What a male master who doesn't eat fireworks in the world and a black-bellied and arrogant female apprentice;

The Cruel Prince and the Ordinary Peasant Girl;

The son of the family and the female assassin who assassinated him;

Crematorium, palace fighting, sweet pet, abuser, ambiguity, campus, criminal investigation, practice.

These elements are integrated by her,

Even a person like Li Ang who has no interest in Lanling News will occasionally hear Li Leling, Chai Chai and the surrounding students' enthusiastic discussions about the plot of the story, and take a look at it.

I have to say it was really well written.

Driven by Jin Jiang, old authors followed suit, new authors emerged, the overall style of Lanling Daily took on a new look, and sales hit record highs repeatedly.

Yu Shitai was very disturbed by this, and impeached him many times, but nothing happened——

From what Li Leling said, it seems that the empress, the concubines of the harem, and the noble ladies of the clan all liked to watch it, and even held a reading club in the palace, talking about when they must meet that Jin Jiang.

But unfortunately, Jin Jiang never showed up, and even sending manuscripts to Lanling News and getting paid was done by the servants.

The ladies of Chang'an guessed,

Judging from the delicacy of the writing and the degree of understanding of the emotions of men and women, Jinjiang is undoubtedly a woman, and she should be a married woman in a big family with five surnames and Qiwang.

And he has never been to a school—the description of the school in his article is full of mistakes.

This matter just passed through Li Ang's mind. Holding the copper key, he climbed up to the third floor of the Library Pavilion, and instantly felt that the air became a little drier, and the movement of the sea of ​​​​qi became sluggish.

This is the restriction of Zangshu Pavilion,

Dry air can keep out book-eating insects.

Suppressing the flow of spiritual energy can not only prevent students from abusing spells and damaging books,

It can also seal the collection of books here.

Li Ang walked through the tall bookcases, came to the corner with ease, and pushed the ladder with pulleys, like a siege tower, to the front of the bookshelves.

The library prohibits the use of spell power, so this method can only be used to get books from high places.

Li Ang locked the pulley, climbed up the high ladder, and picked the books to read this time on the bookshelf.

The first and second floors of Zangshu Pavilion are open to all students (including freshmen).

But starting from the third floor, there are some forbidden books locked by chains. Ordinary students cannot borrow them. They can only read them after applying to the teacher and getting approval.

That's all.

Li Ang took out a few thick forbidden books, climbed down the ladder, came to the long table, and skillfully used the copper key to unlock the chain on it.

After the Qixi Festival disaster, the head of the mountain only asked Li Ang to hand over Zhaoming's communication iron plate and write a report, and there were no other instructions.

He even gave the seal of the supervisory department to freely borrow the banned books on the third and fourth floors of Zangshu Pavilion without the permission of the teacher.

It was very different from Li Ang's original expectation that the people from the supervisory department would investigate and analyze the origin of Mosi.

While Li Ang was perplexed, he was also a little surprised.

Could it be that he was given up by the head of the mountain? It shouldn't be, not to mention his own contribution to the Academy and the State of Yu, the abnormality shown by Mosi alone is enough to attract the attention of the Supervisory Department.

He wanted to ask what was going on,

But the head of the mountain left Chang'an again and disappeared, probably to find the trace of Zhaoming.

I can only try to inquire when the head of the mountain comes back.

Li Ang shook his head, and gently opened the pages of the forbidden book.

The pages are scrawled and frantic,

The opening sentence is: Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Want to be real. alive?