Chapter 3638

Zhuang Minghao turned around, and saw Qin Wuyan tilting his head slightly, staring intently at the magnificent words "Library" on the plaque, and snorted: "Follow me, I really have never seen the world, the township The bumpkin that came down."

Qin Wuyan came back to his senses, and quickly followed Zhuang Minghao's footsteps up the steps, walking inside step by step.

Pushing open the first door, the sun shines in from the wide open window, the mottled dust in the air dances in the halo, and there are low coughing sounds from inside.

Zhuang Minghao raised his foot and walked in, quickly turned to the stairs, looked down at the person sitting on the ground, raised his foot and kicked: "Old man, I sent someone over here, and asked him to help me find some pills here. The refining formula of the medicine, you watch him order it."

The old man raised his head, exchanged eyes with Zhuang Minghao, and then fell on Qin Wuyan who was behind him. Qin Wuyan lowered his head slightly, with a respectful and humble attitude.

After listening to Zhuang Qingyun's words, no matter where he appeared, Qin Wuyan would try his best to weaken his sense of existence.

He knows better than anyone the truth that a big tree attracts the wind, and a gun shoots a bird that stands out.

The clothes on the old man's body were fairly clean, but they were messy, and the beard on his face was also messy, as if it hadn't been shaved for a long time, and the gray and white color fell down to his chest.

A head of gray and white messy hair, greasy as if it hasn't been washed for a long time.

Leaning against the wall, holding a book in his hand, he squinted at Qin Wuyan, then nodded, lowered his head again, and continued reading.

Zhuang Minghao didn't want to stay in this kind of place for a moment, so after explaining, he turned around and left.

Qin Wuyan looked at the old man in front of him, and when Zhuang Minghao left, he knelt on the ground and picked up the books that the old man had thrown aside, placed them neatly, and asked respectfully, "Old man, where are the books on refining pills placed?" On which floor?"

The wizard raised his eyes, fiddled with the copper coins in his hand, and stared at Qin Wuyan: "What's your name?"

"Qin Wuyan."

The wizard looked him up and down, his brows furrowed slightly and then relaxed, "So it's you."

Qin Wuyan pretended to be ignorant.

The wizard propped up his arms, trying to get up, but his legs couldn't use the strength, so he could only move on the ground.

Qin Wuyan directly bent over and picked him up, and put him on the wheelchair beside him.

Sitting in a wheelchair, the wizard instructed Qin Wuyan: "Put these books back to their original place."

Qin Wuyan had no choice but to put the stack of books on the ground back to the original place one by one.

Seeing that the wizard didn't seem to like him very much, Qin Wuyan cupped his hands and said, "Old man, if you have anything else to do, just tell me, I'll go upstairs first to find the books I want to read."

The wizard snorted, but ignored him. Qin Wuyan saw that he refused to tell him about the books on pills, so he could only search for books on medicine one by one...

In the evening, Qin Wuyan was about to go downstairs when he suddenly heard the melodious sound of a flute from below. He closed the book and listened to it quietly. Qi, sometimes majestic, sometimes melodious, the melody is not closely connected, and even the occasional turning point is blunt.

Qin Wuyan looked at the increasingly dim light from the window, put the book on the shelf, and went downstairs lightly.

When he got downstairs, he was about to bid farewell to the wizard and leave, but Qin Wuyan accidentally stepped on the ground and almost slipped down the stairs. Fortunately, he grabbed the handrail in time and managed to stand still, but it also interrupted the wizard's conversation. Qin Wuyan was about to say sorry when the flute was played, but saw the wizard turned his head, looked in his direction, and spit out a mouthful of blood...