Kunlun Mountain went to contact other cultivator holy places and Xianshan Sect to prepare a blatant attack on the evil demons, vowing to quell this turmoil at the beginning, but with the level of communication and transportation in this world, I don't know how many months later, after all, in this case, another conflict has just broken out, and the evil demons must be staring at Kunlun Mountain, and the means such as paper cranes and flying pigeons must be unavailable. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of the relationship between Anyang, the four of them were arranged in a bamboo house behind the top of Yunmeng Xianding, the surrounding environment was quiet and elegant, and no one disturbed under the arrangement of the head of Kunlun, only the occasional cry of fairy birds and beasts and the sound of mountain waterfalls falling from a height of 100 meters, as if washing the dust in the heart, it was indeed a good place.

The decoration of the bamboo house is also very elegant, the calligraphy and painting of celebrities, probably Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, ink landscape and the like, as well as the Kunlun predecessors left the real traces when they meditate here, each word contains a wonderful Tao Yun, when gazing at it with a contemplative mind, it seems to be able to suck people in, unconsciously forget the flow of time, only feel the slightest ethereal meaning, make people sigh wonderfully, and undoubtedly help a lot to practice.

And even if the environment is abandoned, Kunlun Mountain is a famous holy place of cultivation in the world, located on the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, which can be said to gather the essence of the world, especially the aura of Yunmeng Immortal Peak is the most abundant, and practicing here is the dream of countless cultivators, and no one can find a reason to refuse.

It's just that the bamboo house is not big, and the four-person residence is a bit crowded.

In the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

An Yang is looking at a secret book of cultivation, but the speed is really appalling, ten lines at a glance is no longer enough to describe, it is completely a page at a glance, the whole process seems to be constantly turning the page, and his hand speed is also extremely fast, ordinary people are afraid that they have not seen whether there are words on this page, and he has quickly turned over.

The old bookshelves that exude a faint smell of decay have been unattended for a long time, and the sound of rapid flipping makes the place no longer seem quiet.

The guard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an old man who is not of high status, and he doesn't know if he is a hermit master with the ability to cover the world like in the novel, but he only knows that his cloudy eyes are full of horror, looking at this person who is respectful to the Supreme Elder, but it seems that he is doing a meaningless joke.

But everyone understands that this can't be a joke, first, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in Kunlun Mountain is not a stall selling comic books on the roadside in the real world, I don't know how many people dream of coming here to read the monastic scriptures, and no one will be bored to come here to do meaningless things. Second, Anyang's identity is extraordinary, this old Taoist knows it, and it will not be boring to this extent. Three, that is, Anyang's actions have lasted for four whole days, and he spends at least ten hours in the Scripture Pavilion every day, and everything he does is the same, he is constantly turning books, constantly turning books, and he doesn't even know if he can see the content on it.

Lao Dao once wondered if this "senior" was looking for something, but if he wanted to come at such a fast speed, no matter how big the magic power was, he could only see a few words, right?

As for whether An Yang is reading, he can't even think about it, if someone really has such a fast reading speed, wouldn't it be no different from an immortal, if someone really has such a strong memory, what does he want to do? Do you want to burn a copy of Kunlun's thousands of years of secret scriptures into his mind?

It's scary to think about!

Lao Dao also tried to report this matter to the head of Kunlun and Elder Taishang, but the group hid behind the door and watched for a long time, still not knowing what Anyang wanted to do, no, it's not that I don't know, but the idea is too terrifying, so terrifying that everyone doesn't dare to think about it, can't believe it, and in the end it can only be regarded as what he is looking for, at least this reason is more acceptable.

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

Did he see it clearly? Naturally not, at such a fast speed, only Da Luo Immortal can see clearly, even if his reflexes and physique are far beyond ordinary people, he can only see a few words clearly.

But he has a cheat - a personal bio-assist chip.

He only needs to go through the image in front of his eyes, concentrate, and the bio-assisted chip will cut the picture he sees like a high-speed focusing camera, and then save it to the database, and then convert the image to text when the central processing unit is idle, and then process the intercepted picture and scan it line by line into text.

The fastest continuous shooting speed of ordinary DSLR cameras in the real world can reach about eight frames per second, perhaps even higher, and the speed of professional high-speed continuous shooting cameras is even higher, to the point of horror, and large instruments can even capture images in billionths of a second, or continuous shooting. Limited by hardware conditions, the bio-assisted chip is not so exaggerated, but it has no problem at all to cope with this quick flip-book-like picture capture.

So now he is not looking with the naked eye, but equivalent to scanning with a picture scanner, and the speed is naturally not comparable to the reading speed of a human being.

Just like no matter how fast you can write, you can't be faster than laser printing.

In fact, after watching so much, Anyang doesn't know what he has watched.

He just relied on the ultra-high-tech cheat to rub the information of the Kunlun Mountain Scripture Pavilion one after another, naturally, in the eyes of outsiders, this process is to flip through the book indiscriminately.

Indeed, several pages per second, an average minute is an ancient book, sixty books per hour, and sometimes even faster, after all, the ancient books in this world are limited to paper materials, and they are often not too thick. It's more than 1,000 books a day, and at such a speed, there seems to be nothing in this world that can explain it except for turning books.

After a long time, An Yang stopped and stretched, rubbed his eyes, felt very sore, his brain was also a little swollen, and he couldn't help sighing.

"It seems that my physical fitness is still too low, a little bit unable to keep up with such complex processing power as today, just like a computer, playing games for hours with full performance, the host will always be hot, tsk, I really have to improve my physique and brain power when I have time."

"Well, it's noon."

An Yang happened to feel a little hungry, so he took out a can out of thin air, pried it open with his fingers, and stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately, ready to fight again after eating.

The old Taoist who had told the numerology of the Heavenly Dao stood outside the window, and it took a long time to silently withdraw his gaze, and his eyes were no longer as frightened as they were at the beginning.

In the past few days, several Supreme Elders would always take the time to see what Anyang, the "powerful senior", was looking for, and gradually became numb, whether it was for his seemingly foolish speed of flipping books, or for his method of taking things out of thin air that he didn't know if it was in his sleeves or summoning the technique of trace clouds, or the strangeness of things that An Yang took out out of thin air.

Seeing that the canned food in An Yang's hand had bottomed out, but he didn't seem to be full yet, he quickly took out another bag of roast chicken and put it in his mouth, eating more and more fragrantly, Lao Dao couldn't help but fall into thinking, what was there in his Kunlun Scripture Pavilion that was worth looking for so hard?

But he definitely couldn't figure it out, not to mention that Anyang didn't look for anything at all, even if there were tens of thousands of books in this scripture pavilion, he hadn't read many of them.

Lao Dao sniffed his nose, feeling that he was almost unable to resist the technique of Bigu that he had been cultivating for many years, so he had to quietly turn around and leave.

It smells so good!

Anyang didn't summon the armor, nor did he turn on the infrared detection system, so naturally he couldn't detect the approach of such a hundred-year-old monster, and he wouldn't care if he thought about it, there are so many precious ancient books here, many of which can cause a bloody storm outside, and many people can't finish reading them in their lives, if he doesn't hurry up, how can he put them in his pocket!

It wasn't until night, when the sun was already out of sight, that he put down the book in his hand.

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

For seven days, some useless or useless books are screened out, some books that are not directly helpful to the monastic path are discarded, and the rest are classics. He copied the precious collection of books in Kunlun Mountain for thousands of years in seven days, and absolutely no one would believe it, and it was precisely because no one would believe it, and that group of old Taoists would not believe it, that he would be allowed to come here.

After all, they have only seen how much they have lived for hundreds of years, how long can Anyang stay here, even if they can see ten lines at a glance and never forget, how much can they remember?

Call!

An Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, massaged the acupuncture points in his eyes, and rested again before looking up.

The old Taoist who guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion had already lit up the art of generating light, and glanced at him from time to time, as if he was looking to see when he would leave, if there were usually disciples who were ordered and rewarded to come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read books, he would have already issued an order to expel the guest at such a late hour, but for the mysterious Anyang, he did not dare to be presumptuous easily, so he could only wait silently.

The bio-assisted chip has long obtained the access to the five senses of the body, and this time it is directly called, his eyes are almost unblinking with high intensity, high attention operation, the natural load is extremely large, even higher than the requirements of mental power, not to mention anything else, ordinary people just keep staring at a certain object, it won't take long to get tired, and he can ensure the height, high quality of the picture at the same time, there is not much time to rest throughout the day, you can imagine how difficult and intense this is.

So this break passed for a long time.

It was late at night when I left the house.

Fortunately, now that the body is strong, it is impossible to have back pain and the like, otherwise the pain will go to the next level.

At dusk, the magnificent sunset at a height of 10,000 meters missed him, but just caught up with the starry sky, Kunlun is an excellent place to watch the stars and the moon, the sky is dazzling, deep and strange, enough to make the sensual people deeply fascinated. Not only the Milky Way and constellations, but also nebulae millions of light-years away can be seen clearly, and they feel small.

The starry sky has always been the deepest, the most fascinating, often symbolizing dreams and memories, illusory, but also leading people to pursue, for thousands of years, countless people know that they can't touch, out of reach, even if they spend their lives can not pick any of them, but still rush to it, do whatever it takes.

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

From this point of view, this Kunlun Mountain is not only an excellent place for stargazing and moon gazing and divination of celestial phenomena, but also has the role of cultivating one's self and life. It's no wonder that most of the Kunlun disciples are humble and indifferent, facing the vast galaxy and the boundless sea of clouds all day long, everyone will realize their insignificance, right?

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