The Dangerous Cultivator

Soon after, Emperor Zong Zong hit his idea to the Royal Library and continued to develop his ancestors' skill in playing with words.

Instead of raising the price of one thousand words and one gold to the sky-high price of one word and one gold, the Royal Depository Library also returned a book card to the relatives and relatives, claiming that they did not recognize anyone.

To make it clear, to encourage outsiders to visit their relatives, foreign relatives to borrow cards to read books, and open up financial resources.

Clan relatives, foreign relatives can also make money by renting a book card, which can be described as a few benefits.

This decree was executed perfectly.

Hundreds of years passed to this day, the book cards of the Royal Library are almost clearly marked, and the rental price of one hundred gold a day, I do n’t know how many unhappy relatives and relatives have been supported.

He said, however, Xu Yi stayed outside the door for a while, read the text on the jade, and headed for the hall.

There is a row of windows in the middle of the entrance hall, which are the same as the windows used to buy food in Lianwutang. A sign on the side marked the entry for novices: enter with the card, deposit money, and start with thousands of dollars.

Xu Yi shook his head endlessly. This is almost the same as the traffic package launched by a later company. It can be seen that wisdom can be copied across time and space.

The Royal Depository's business is not good. It only has three windows, and a hundred people line up.

This amount is not bad in a small restaurant, but for the Royal Depository, which covers tens of hectares and has nearly 100 million books, it is undoubtedly a river that flows into the sea.

"How much!"

The old man in Tsing Yi inside the door asked weakly.

"One thousand gold!"

Xu Yi sends the card and banknotes into the window.

"View old books?"

The old man in Tsing Yi wondered.

"First time."

Xu Yi actually told him that he was curious.

"No wonder!"

The old man in Tsing Yi poked at the sign on the left side of the transparent window, with a line of small letters on it: Notes for newcomers, the more the better.

"Is it still a thousand dollars?"

The old man in Tsing Yi questioned, and reached for the money.

"I changed my mind, ten thousand gold!"

Xu Yi handed ten more gold tickets.

The old man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly. For the first time, he hit his eyes on Xu Yi. "Why would you add money?" There was both surprise and loss in his tone.

"The newcomer is still well behaved!"

Xu Yi smiled.

"Your kid is a human being."

Speaking, the old man in Tsing Yi took the gold ticket, but his hands slowed down, and he said, "One thousand gold, sell you a message."

"Thank you!"

Xu Yi's voice, Mali handed the gold ticket, and said loudly, "Add another two thousand gold!"

In Guang'an, Xu Yi and the Xie steward of the Alchemist Church didn't deal with it too much, and they understood the power of the boat shop. The success of this generation may not be enough, and the defeat is more than enough.

The old man in front of him clearly knew that he was eating the bowl of dark rules. Xu Yi was too clear about the doorway. Since he wanted to give favor, he simply gave enough.

Sure enough, the old man in Tsing Yi froze, and then smiled. He was still in a hurry and went through the formalities. "You are not a man like you who is unsuccessful. It ’s nothing to do. Good guys, to the end, Room No. Jiachen on the north side. There is a flower carving wine, ready, and sent to the clean room to the old man with a broken eyebrow. "

Chuanying stopped, Yuxi handed it out, still shouting weakly, "Next."

Out of the entrance hall, Xu Yi moved forward, but it was a wide courtyard, paved with bluestone, with huge trees lined on both sides, looking north, and soon saw the signboard of the bungalow, walked quickly, and found Jiachen Room No.1, gently pushed, the thick old yellow pear wood door creaked, slowly tearing a gap.

Xu Yi quickly found the two unopened flower carving wines, collected the Xumi ring, stepped out of the door, carefully covered the door, and moved on.

After traveling another 100 meters, I finally entered a huge monotonous space, looking around, things were not seen, and the north and south were not at the end. The rows of bookshelves were standing neatly like pine trees.

On the wall of the door, a public notice was recorded, and at a glance, Xu Yi secretly marveled at the royal family's ability to collect money.

It turns out that the bookshelves here are all sealed, and you can only open them with a book card.

To check what kind of books, you should swipe your card first.

For example, he wants someone to know the origin of a monster, and then he will find the column of the book of monsters, and choose among the books such as "Many Monsters", "A Wonderful Monster", "The Origin of the Monster Family" and so on. .

If you don't have a certain number in your mind, you need to try a copy of it. Every time you take out a book, you have to consume it first, even if it doesn't have a single word.

In other words, this is a gamble, betting one's luck.

If the luck is good, one or two books will end; if the luck is not good, you will have to check the circled books one by one, and the consumption is gone.

What's more, if you want to recharge again, you can only do it in the hall. The recharge here is 50% more expensive than outside.

When I saw this rule, where did Xu Yi still not understand the previous recharge window, why did he put a small sign saying "Notice for newcomers, the better the better".

This clearly means that it is convenient to keep the library, and it is deliberately done, and the person doing it is by no means to remind the new readers, but to want to attract people in this vague manner.

If he hadn't paid attention to this before, like a new book reader, he was on the lookout and deliberately acted against the reminder of the old man in Tsing Yi, this time most of the time he had spent all his money.

Scanning the notice carefully, Xu Yi did not act rashly, carefully inspected the schematic diagram of the route next to the notice, and searched for nearly half an hour before finally finding the clean room.

A yellow ear room, erected in the southeast corner, a straw mat in the corner, an old man in sackcloth curled up, sleepy.

Xu Yi turned to the side and checked the old man's face. A pale man with white hair and a ditch full of faces plowed out the dry land like years. Two skimmed long white eyebrows, pierced his eyes, and left eyebrows. He lost a spot at two thirds.

The cheeks were bright red, the eyes were puffy, and the nose was lightly smelled. A faint smell of wine struck, which was clearly a sign of the Jiujin alcoholic.

At present, Xu Yi summoned two altars, carved the cover, and gently incited.

For a moment, the old man sat up, and before his eyes were still open, he stretched out his hand and held it towards the jar of wine.

Xu Yi did not dodge, let him hold it, the old man clinging to the wine jar, it was a smooth drink, it was an amazing amount of wine, and in a flash, there was no wine left, and no drop was spilled.

"Well, finally quenched my thirst, my mother, for three days, I haven't come to smart people for three days, but I want to die of the old man ..."

The old man with a long, thirsty and comfortable drinking face, without saying a word, hugged another wine jar, grunted, and drank it.

After more than ten breaths, the old man finally put down the wine jar, covered his face with drunkenness, carefully sealed the wine skin, and sighed, "Dog ~ Lao Xie, earn money from the old man, and still pay the old man's neck. Altar, into his mother's ... "

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