("readerFs").className = "rfs_" + rSetDef()[3]

Standing in the courtyard and watching Chen Baowan's carriage walk away, he slowly walked out and walked to several old bookstores in the south of the city.

He was not without sensing Linghuang, and all the signs that had been there had already made him suspicious.

Before getting Chen Baowan's confirmed answer, he had actually started to think about what he wanted to do.

He has read many ancient books. In the spiritual waste eras that appeared in history, the number of new practitioners has dropped sharply, less than one-tenth of that of normal periods. People who are already practitioners have not lived for the same level as before. In addition, the war and power changes caused by this mutation have been caused. The number of practitioners has been reduced by more than two-thirds of the population of the entire world of practitioners after twenty or thirty years of the spiritual waste.

In the spiritual waste era, the polarization of cultivators' strength became even more serious.

Some practitioners who are already very strong can also compete for certain resources in the spiritual waste era, and they become stronger.

For new practitioners like Lin Yi, the speed of their practice is slower than that of normal times, and the gap in strength appears to be even greater.

The middle-aged female coachman who drove the car for Chen Baowan felt a pity. She felt that Lin Yi was able to become a practitioner at the beginning of this spiritual wasteland and condense yellow buds. It was indeed great, but next time, a practitioner like Lin Yi who was difficult to obtain resources would be difficult to climb up.

Lin Yi himself knew these things, but if he accepted his fate and complained about himself, he would never have received such a high evaluation from Chen Baowan.

In his opinion, no matter how barren wasteland is, there are people who survive. When practicing in the era of spiritual wasteland with thin spiritual energy, the ancients may have left some experience, and may have left some useful records in some ancient books.

"Lin Yi, you are here."

He often went to several markets in the south of the city that specializes in collecting and selling old books, and also worked some short-term labor to help repair some old books, so the people in the old bookstores greeted him enthusiastically when they saw him.

"Lin Yi, you're here just right. Yesterday I happened to receive a large number of ancient books here, some of which came from the Beiman side." The boss of one of the bookshops was also very clear about his preferences. While greeting him in the door enthusiastically, he looked at Lin Yi's steaming all over. He knew that he had walked a lot and brought a pot of tea.

"Thank you, Bo Xue." Lin Yi was grateful.

The owner of the bookstore is Xue. He is a middle-aged man with gray hair. He was a scholar who fled to Jiankang in the early years. He saved an old bookstore by selling calligraphy and paintings and teaching for a long time. This kind of bookstore can only make a living and is not a big profit. However, the owner of the bookstore is kind-hearted and a true book lover. He also admires Lin Yi, who loves reading. No matter how long Lin Yi has been reading, he will not accept Lin Yi's money. Lin Yi often helps him with some miscellaneous work, which is considered a reward.

This time he received a lot of old books, and half of the cottage was piled up.

After drinking a pot of hot tea, Lin Yi wiped his sweat, and sat directly on the ground, sitting among the piles of old books, and soon became fascinated.

The bookstore owner did not bother me, nor did he even let him enter the small warehouse, so he let Lin Yi read books quietly alone.

People on Jiankang's side used to call the Northern Wei people the "Northern Barbarians". The more scholars they were, the more contempt they were of the Northern Wei. First, the Northern Wei people were rough and arrogant and did not pay much attention to etiquette. Second, the Northern Wei people were martial and neglected in their early years, and did not pay much attention to scholars.

I don’t pay attention to scholars, and of course I don’t care about books.

There are many ancient books in front of you from the Northern Wei Dynasty, and you can see the clues.

Many ancient books are not complete, and most of them are covered with oil and dirt. The feeling is that these ancient books are not kept by scholars who need to study knowledge, but are used to other uses, such as ignition, such as making some cushions, etc., before they are retained.

However, the content of these ancient books is very different from the common ancient books in Jiankang, and many of them are unique records in the north.

Lin Yi focused on reading and soon discovered some records that he was interested in.

He discovered that two ancient books recorded a practitioner called "Dajuluo". According to the ancient saying of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Dajuluo had the dual meaning of a divine power and a saint. That practitioner was the best in the spiritual desolate that was closest to the present, and was invincible in the north.

Moreover, this man, known as "Daguluo", was also from a poor family. According to the records in the two ancient books, he was also from a horse dealer in the border market.

What made Lin Yi feel most strange is that this man did not receive any special encounters and did not have the help of the royal generals at that time. It seemed that he had just practiced by himself and became the strongest practitioner in the northern territory at that time.

"Have you discovered some new method of practice?"

Lin Yi frowned and carefully read the two ancient books. He realized that the authors of these two ancient books seemed to have such speculations, but they were not sure that there was no obvious indication in some of the descriptions.

Next, he focused on reading ancient books from the North, and he found an older ancient book, which also contains records of "Dajuluo", but there are a few simple descriptions on it, saying that "Dajuluo" has gone through many wars and suffered a lot that ordinary people cannot bear, and there is no more detailed record.

"I can only go to the library of Qitian Academy to get lucky."

Lin Yi picked out all the slightly related to Linghuang in this batch of ancient books, but found no more clues. Instead, the sunlight that kept getting stronger in the window reminded him that it was almost noon and that classmates might be late.

"Brother Xue, thank you."

Lin Yi was not worried, thanked the bookstore owner and went out, and then ran towards the Sanyan Bridge.

After running hundreds of steps, a carriage suddenly came from behind and stopped beside him with a "whistle".

"Lin Yi." Someone called him.

Lin Yi stopped.

There were three people sitting in the carriage, two men and one woman, both of whom were his former classmates.

The petite woman who called him was Xiao Suxin. The surname Xiao was the imperial surname, but the Xiao Suxin clan was from the old royal family and was even considered an enemy line with the current royal family of Emperor Wu of Liang. Even if Emperor Wu of Liang did not actually prosper the killing of the company, her situation during the past six years can be imagined.

Xiao Suxin used to be almost the same family background as him. The two of them had many relationships with their fathers and were often seen outside the college. Among the classmates that year, they were quite familiar with each other.

At that time, Xiao Suxin was innocent and romantic, and acted arrogantly, and was completely a little girl's temperament. However, now Lin Yi came forward and accidentally saw her looking mature, with some fine wrinkles on the corners of her eyes, which was far more haggard than the same person. There was no trace of the spoiled girl back then.

Lin Yi greeted the three of them with a smile.

He also remembered the names of the other two men. The tall and thin man sitting next to Xiao Suxin was named Liu Jieshi. He was originally just the son of a wealthy businessman, but after Emperor Wu of Liang ascended the throne, he heard that he became an official in charge of salt transportation, and his status was naturally greatly improved.

Another man, with an ordinary figure and a particularly dark eyebrows, was named Ye Chengyu, and was the son of the Minister of the Shangshu, and there was no big change from before.

"Lin Yi, I was sweating profusely. Why? I didn't forget to practice physical fitness at this class meeting?" Liu Jieshi just smiled faintly and replied, but Ye Chengyu started to tease him mockingly.

Many classmates at that time wanted to curry favor with each other, but now they have completely different attitudes.

Lin Yi didn't care and joked with a smile, "I just don't have a carriage, I can only walk. But your carriage is too small, and it's already a little crowded after three of you. Otherwise, I could take me a ride."

Lin Yi's words were also a gun and a stick, implying that Ye Chengyu's carriage was not high-end. This is his personality. He is usually gentle and will not look down on others, but if the other party provokes him, he will not bow down on him, even if the other party is very big.

Xiao Suxin obviously took into account the friendship between classmates and couldn't help but speak to smooth things over, but Liu Jieshi and Ye Chengyu had a little chilling expression.

"My carriage is indeed a little squeezed, so let's take a step first." Ye Chengyu said lightly, and then asked the coachman to drive away.

"It's already so good, why are you pretending to be noble and unruly? Sooner or later, there will be no good results..." From afar, Lin Yi vaguely heard Liu Jieshi's voice.

Lin Yi was not angry about the attitudes of these two people. After all, he has seen many such people in the past few years, and the other party has nothing to care about.

Being angry with such a person will affect his daily mood.
Chapter completed!