The contents of books are quickly input into the brain and processed and distinguished. Almost in a moment, hundreds of books here are instantly read, understood and memorized by Lin Yi.
This is the human immortal, with the brain of a super remote computer.
This is the unique ability of an immortal cultivator. If he is a true immortal, he can divide into countless incarnations and deal with countless things. I don't know how many times more powerful he is than a computer.
A volume of estimated content unfolds slowly in Lin Yi's mind, such as the origin of lingxu, such as the establishment of the seven sects, such as all kinds of anecdotes happened in lingxu in the past two thousand years.
But these things are not what Lin Yi wants to look for. He can't help frowning slightly.
Lin Yi remembers that there is a thousand year tradition here, which must have recorded the way to leave the earth.
Although ascending into the celestial being can also leave the earth in physical form, the distance between the universe is measured in light years. At his speed, I don't know how many years it will take to fly to find a planet full of aura.
Therefore, it is the most convenient way to find the celestial way left by the ancient immortals.
Originally, Lin Yi thought Shi Xuanqing would know one or two, but she was more confused than herself. When she asked three questions, she wanted to ask Lin Yi about Tianlu.
Lin Yi is not in the mood to say this to her and continues to concentrate on reading the books in front of her.
However, when Lin Yi's mind swept through many books, and saw that all the books were about to be read by Lin Yi, he was ready. It seems that there should be no similar news in xuecang palace.
I want to go to lingxu palace. It's the royal palace. I can't say I have more books. I have what I want.
However, when Lin Yi plans to scan the last book at will, which is full of dust and has no one to read for many years, he is suddenly stunned.
"Tianlu notes."
"What is this?" Lin Yi personally held the book and found that it was written by a man named LAN Xiaosheng.
Shi Xuanqing saw the strange look on LAN's face and turned away.
"What's the matter?" Lin Yi asked casually.
"Lan Xiaosheng's writer is very famous in the world of lingxu. He specializes in such vulgar books. He went crazy ten years ago and then died. I didn't expect that master Lin Xian was looking for this kind of book. " Shi Xuanqing is ironic.
Originally, when she saw Lin Yi's earnest energy, she thought she was looking for some peerless secret books. Unexpectedly, she was disappointed to read such obscene books.
Lin Yi shook his head slightly and didn't want to talk much.
The book attracted him because of a sentence on the title page of the book: "the old man of nine swords leaves the Scriptures and ascends to heaven, leaving his descendants to guard the lingxu palace and taking the lingxu town as an example..."
Lin Yi looked at the book carefully and found that the writing was in a mess, and the whole book was more like a mess of code. Apart from a sentence on the title page of the book, he could read it smoothly and even a complete sentence None of them have any seeds.
"What's the matter with this book? Look, Xuanqing. "
"I don't look!" Shi Xuanqing's pretty face was slightly drunk, and he was charming.
Lin Yi can't laugh or cry: "it's not that kind of dirty book."
Shi Xuanqing turned his head suspiciously and found that it was not, but she couldn't understand what was going on. She said faintly: "he has been crazy for a long time. This book was found in his home after his death, so it was rubbinged down. It's a dying work of LAN Xiaosheng. Although it's written in a mess, many people still value it as a collection and are willing to buy it." m.shenPINwu