The Supreme One

This is how he uses his current control over his body, and it is also extremely fast when used on the road.

It took Xia Xian a little longer than usual to get to school, and he finally arrived at the library.

Two strong men like iron towers stood on both sides of the gate. The tall and ancient library looked like a huge ancient tree.

There is a huge portal and many windows on the tree trunk.

Xia Xian didn't know what it looked like exactly.

But looking at the windows outside, it is difficult to tell the exact number of floors of this library.

These windows are distributed irregularly on the tree trunk, scattered up and down in disorder.

Xia Xian looked up and saw that there seemed to be windows on the thick branches. He wondered who was in them.

But in a window high up that he couldn't see, there was a figure staring at him.

"It's been a whole day, and it's the same rubbish. Now it's finally here!"

Xia Xian didn't know that there would be someone watching over him in the library, but he knew that today was finally the time for him to enter the library!

No longer having to be as cautious as he had been in the previous times, with the principal's verbal consent, he could finally hold his head high and walk through the gate with a swagger!

'No, take it!'

Xia Xian's foot, which was about to be raised, suddenly stopped, and his heart, which had just been floating, was immediately compressed.

Be low-key, be low-key!

Be steady, be steady!

I was still thinking about being cautious before going out, but now that I am suddenly about to fulfill my wish that I have been waiting for half a year, I can't help but feel a little excited.

Fortunately, he came to his senses in time, and immediately lowered his head and chest, and walked cautiously to a security guard nearby.

"Brother, I'm here again. Can I get in this time?"

Xia Xian looked up at the familiar big brother. Although he was not short, he was not even as tall as the security guard's thigh.

The security guard had already seen Xia Xian coming, and his image was still appearing in his mind.

A very interesting little guy. About half a year ago, this little guy always wanted to go in the gate to take a look.

He even tried various methods to do this, which is quite funny to think about now. But for Xia Xian, it can be seen that he really wants to join the library to read books.

But because of the library's rules, they naturally had no choice but to turn him away.

But now, this kid has received a word from an adult that can break the library's rules.

But it happened to be that adult again.

It would be difficult to enter the library in this way.

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but there was no extra expression on his rough face. He just nodded, then turned around and pushed open the door.

"go in."

"Okay, thank you, uncle."

Xia Xian looked at the door opening towards him and couldn't help but smile. After politely saying thank you in a low voice, he finally took a step and walked into the museum.

"Be careful."

A faint voice seemed to appear in his ears.

When Xia Xian heard the voice, his pupils shrank slightly, but he did not stop and continued to move forward.

I originally thought that once I entered, I would see a lot of books.

But before he arrived, he saw a passage with walls glowing dimly. After going up one more flight of stairs, an extremely bright hall appeared in front of Xia Xian.

Looking around, a vast space came into his sight.

In a hollow that seems to run through the entire ancient tree from bottom to top, platforms are hung on the inner wall of the ancient tree, connected by countless wooden stairs. There are also some platforms in the middle that are completely supported by the stairs.

Among them, there are a large number of books on each platform, but these books are arranged in different ways.

Some are like the school library that Xia Xian had organized before, with bookshelves arranged neatly and orderly.

Some platforms have a huge pile of books, some divide them into several piles, and some simply pile all the books in one place, which is extremely chaotic.

Of course, there are some that seem to attach great importance to books. On a platform, there are a large number of wooden booths, and there is a book on each booth.

There were also a few platforms that surprised Xia Xian, as the books on them were not of the usual sizes.

Even from such a distance, Xia Xian could see how huge these books were.

It was at least bigger than his bed and seemed thicker than him.

Such a scene shocked Xia Xian for a moment.

Just looking at it, it is as if an ocean of knowledge appears before you, and a small wave can completely submerge you.

Fragrant, so fragrant!

Xia Xian couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He wanted to laugh excitedly, but he was shouting wildly in his heart.

"Be careful, be careful!"

"Huh, huh."

After taking several long, deep breaths, Xia Xian finally calmed down.

Although this was a lot of knowledge, it was too much for him to read through in a short period of time.

Now, I should still follow the previous plan and read the books I need first.

But with so many books, which ones are useful to me?

Xia Xian calmed down and looked around carefully.

There were no signboards or anything like that when watching a play, and there was no guide to the museum at the entrance.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to turn around and follow the steps inside the ancient tree to a platform.

Xia Xian picked up a book that had fallen on the ground and could feel an obvious difference as soon as he started.

This book doesn't show any signs of age!

Open the wooden cover without even a title, and flip through the pages. Every page looks like it has just been peeled off the wood.

I looked around carefully, but there was no one in sight.

In that case, Xia Xian turned the page carefully without leaving a trace, but the corner of the page was slightly bent.

After turning a few pages, look back.

Sure enough, these books were protected by a force and would not leave any traces at all.

Finally, Xia Xian got the book in his hands.

In fact, it is similar to the library in the school. I don’t know where this Heliu Library got it from, but it records the experience of a monk in the form of personal notes.

Xia Xian flipped through it casually. It had been forty or fifty years since he finished writing this book, and he had only just reached the Spirit Body Realm after the Blood Fusion Realm.

Obviously, he was a cultivator who was not very ambitious. He spent very little time practicing on weekdays. He spent half of his time in the wild outside the city, catching some prey, and the rest of his time playing around.

Xia Xian put the book down, walked a few steps, picked up a book and flipped through it, then walked a few more steps and flipped through another one.

It turned out that the books in my hands were of no use. It seemed that all the books and notes on this platform were from the monks outside.

Xia Xian couldn't help but shook his head, turned around and left the platform.

I started walking around along this interconnected platform.

Because there were too many books, Xia Xian couldn't waste too much time on one platform, so he simply randomly picked three books from each platform and left if they seemed useless.

However, he didn't know that all his actions were seen by a pair of eyes above his head.

"Haha, you are trash, you are all trash, and you actually have the nerve to come to my library!"

Although he was cursing and staring, his breathing was extremely long, as if he was trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

But before long, he couldn't hold himself back anymore and took a step forward.

The next second, Xia Xian put down the book he was casually flipping through and was about to turn around, but was suddenly startled.

A man in white appeared in front of Xia Xian.

Not only was his robe white, but even his hair and skin were snow-white.

Only those blood-red eyes that seemed to be ready to devour someone made Xia Xian feel uncontrollably terrified.

"Hello."

Without saying much, after a respectful bow and greeting, Xia Xian simply bent over, lowered his head, and tried to leave.

However, the man in front of him who was glaring at him viciously was obviously unwilling to let him go. He opened his pale lips and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Boy, what on earth are you doing here?"

Although it was a question, Xia Xian clearly heard the accusatory tone in his voice.

Xia Xian did not dare to hesitate and replied directly: "Read books, like learning some knowledge."

"Haha, read books? Learn knowledge? How dare a loser like you say such things?

Get out! People like you who don't respect books are not welcome here!"

When Xia Xian heard this, he was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell, I finally got the chance to enter the museum, and you just kick me out like that, is that possible?!

Xia Xian opened his mouth to refute immediately, but the cautiousness that had just built up in his heart immediately took effect.

After thinking calmly for two seconds, Xia Xian replied cautiously with a frightened look on his face: "But, but I got the permission of the principal to come in."

"Principal, haha, that old guy still has the nerve to teach someone how to be a principal?

I don’t care what he says, I have the final say in this library!

You are such a loser, you are here to insult my book! That old guy wants you to disgust me!"

He dared to speak out without hesitation in front of the principal. Xia Xian immediately knew who this person was.

He was not mistaken. Even he had never considered the possibility of being targeted by this person!

He was just a child in the period of strengthening his body, no different from an ant to them.

But now as the owner of the museum, you specifically target a kid like him. How free do you have?

But Xia Xian could only roar a few words in his heart, and could only refute in the weakest tone.

"I, I just came here to read books, but the books here are a bit messy, and I don't know where the book I want to read is, so I can only look for it randomly like this."

Upon hearing Xia Xian's weak explanation and rebuttal, Pavilion Master Baimulin laughed angrily and said immediately: "Oh, you, a loser, have the nerve to complain about my book being messy?

Okay, okay, you want to use that old guy to pressure me, right?

I can't stop you from coming in, but can't I control what you do in the library?

Boy, since you said so, if you want to read books, sort out these messy books for me!

Sort out the books on one platform before reading the next one! "

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Xia Xian. Perhaps he knew that a little guy like Xia Xian was really not of much use.

After casually filling in the gaps in Xia Xian's speech, he walked away cursing.

"Boy, if you don't believe me, just wait and see if I can take care of the things in the library!"

Even after everyone left, they still left behind such threatening words, which made Xia Xian complain wildly in his heart.

But in the end he could only hold it in and lower his head obediently.

Turning back, looking at the countless books among the mountain-like trees, I can only sigh deeply.

I never expected that after overcoming the difficulties and obstacles ahead, I would encounter such a big obstacle here.

I want to cross over, but I wonder if this life is enough?

But since he's here, he can't leave. He can only follow his rules first, and he can only figure out what to do next as he goes along.

Now Xia Xian could only take a deep breath and look at this platform which had more books than the school library. He dived directly into this lake of knowledge.

He flipped through a book quickly in his hands, and it didn't take him long to memorize all the contents of the book with his photographic memory.

Close your eyes again, recall and summarize a little, and you will roughly know and understand the contents of this book.

After finishing a book, put it aside and take out a new one to continue reading.

One by one, the books piled up beside him grew larger and larger.

And the owner of the Baimulin Pavilion, who was standing high up, looked at Xia Xian who was reading seriously below. The anger in his mind that he could not suppress at all slowly calmed down over time after venting it a little.

But seeing Xia Xian flipping through the books so casually, he immediately shook his head in anger.

He also knew that some smart people had photographic memories during the physical training period, just like he did before.

But having a strong memory is one thing, and being able to read and understand the book is another.

Xia Xian's hasty reading style also made him feel dissatisfied.

But he had already set the rules, and he was no longer in the mood to continue paying attention to such a child.

If you can't bear such difficulties, then just go back. His territory does not welcome anyone who has direct contact with that old guy!

If that old fellow wasn't the principal and all the talented people in the city were his students, he probably wouldn't even be willing to accept people who were indirectly related to him!

If he gave up keeping an eye on Xia Xian, someone would naturally do it for him.

As long as Xia Xian dared to try his tricks, it would be no wonder that he threw him out.

But now that Xia Xian knows the tricks of hiding, let alone this difficulty, he will continue reading even if someone punches him in the face while reading a book!

Knowledge is the golden finger for him to change his future!

Time flies when I am reading so seriously.

As night fell, Xia Xian also trotted back home, dragging his exhausted body.

A large amount of book content filled his brain. Although he had already digested it once, he still felt as if his brain was about to burst.

But he did gain something from reading so many books today.

By combining the contents of these books, he had a general idea of ​​where the books on this platform came from.

These books are actually not books of this era.

It doesn't seem right to say this, because there is no such thing as changing dynasties in this world.

It should be that these books are not for their generation, or even for previous generations.

These are books collected about a hundred years ago.

The owners of these books should all be the same, they have passed away, and their book notes are collected by the library.

And the owners of these books are all monks!