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"Where is that student?"

An old professor stumbled and ran into the seventh floor. Just as he uttered a sound, his mouth was covered by an old man who was traveling with him.

"Old man, keep your voice down, if you disturb that child's study, I won't spare you!"

The old professor also blushed, overly excited, a little carried away.

Mistake, Mistake.

A group of people walked into the seventh floor cautiously, and then watched silently with the others, not daring to disturb Fang Mu's reading status.

All the old men looked at Fang Mu very eagerly, and they were so pleasing to the eye. They even wanted to find out all the contact information of the granddaughters in the family, let Fang Mu choose at will, and try to recruit this kid as his grandson-in-law.

As long as he likes it, it doesn't matter which one he likes, even if he likes them all, pack them all up and marry him!

This is an S-rank genius!
And it is also their career as a scholar.

And he is still an S-level genius who passed the battle hall assessment by himself. With such an existence, wouldn't it be easy to break through to the fourth rank in the future?
Now they are eager to know what kind of profession Fang Mu advanced to have such terrifying combat power.

However, the old professors were also very polite, and no one disturbed Fang Mu's reading status.

In case this kid comprehended some skills during this period and was disturbed by himself, wouldn't it be a loss?

Even if Fang Mu doesn't trouble him at that time, these old guys will not let him go.

Fang Mu was still immersed in these books, and as the number of books accumulated, a doubt gradually emerged in his mind.

That is, I didn't comprehend any skills from it!
"It stands to reason that as the level increases, it should be easier for me to comprehend skills, but the actual situation is just the opposite..."

Fang Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.

When he first read books, he could comprehend two skills even after reading two Little Emperor's Books, but as time went by.

It is becoming more and more difficult for him to comprehend skills.

"Is it because my current route is qualitative, so I must have skills that are highly related to me to be able to comprehend, or is it that the Shuxian system is holding back some big moves?"

In fact, Fang Mu is not so eager for the number of skills, because now he is enough to upgrade a few skills.

And now he hasn't even fully developed a few skills in his hands to a perfect state.

For example, that mysterious skill - [Yi]

He has only unlocked the first change [Tai Chi] so far, and the remaining [Liangyi] [Sixiang] [Bagua] have not started yet.

Fang Mu even felt that the comprehension of this skill consumed some authority of the Shuxian system.

Although this system doesn't have a high sense of existence, it doesn't look like some kind of dead thing, but something with aura.

When Fang Mu came into contact with the annals of civilization for the first time, he felt that the Shuxian system seemed to have a different connection with the annals of civilization.

"By the way, when the Shuxian system saw the history of civilization for the first time, it obviously had the urge to put it on the bookshelf, but why didn't the book of civilization that I got from the island world cause the Shuxian system to respond? "

Fang Mu suddenly remembered this matter.

He vaguely guessed that this might be because the history book of civilization was plundered by alien races, and now it is estimated that it is only superficial and has lost a lot of functions.

"Is there any way to restore it?"

Fang Mu's heart moved, and his thoughts surfaced in the civilization history book in the professional space.

In addition to containing the history of civilization, there is also Fang Mu's Qinglian Sword, and another spiritual book that is suspected to be the history of alien civilization.

"Eh? This history of civilization seems to have changed?"

Fang Mu narrowed his eyes.

On the civilization history book, a fire of civilization shook slightly, and the pages of the book that seemed to be welded to death slowly opened half a page.

From the half-open page, Fang Mu seems to have caught a glimpse of the flow of countless words, and a root-like thing is connected to the fire of civilization in the center of the cover, as if it is nourishing it.

"This thing didn't change when I was in the island world. Is it because I read books these days?"

Fang Mu was thoughtful.

He was going to leave it alone for the time being, maybe when the number of books he read increased, the annals of civilization would undergo even greater changes.

Fang Mu guessed that this might be of some great benefit to him.

It was just this look at the professional space, he caught a glimpse of the surrounding situation, and immediately trembled with fright.

Good guy, what's going on with this group of gray-haired grandpas and granny?
No matter what, they stared at me with weird eyes.

Fang Mu shuddered and forced out a smile.

"Seniors, what's the matter?"

Seeing Fang Mu's voice, those old scholars and professors who had been holding back for a long time exploded immediately.

An old man's face was flushed, he stared at Fang Mu for three days!

Three days!
This kid actually kept his eyes on, reading books one after another, without turning his head to look at them at all!

Although we often say that there is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book, but this is just talk!
Where can someone see that they don’t eat or drink for a few days and nights? Do you not eat, drink, shit, or pee?

If Fang Mu knew what they were thinking, he would definitely say yes.

In order to save time, he could only drink spirit wine.

Moreover, the taste of the spirit wine is very good, and some of the tastes brewed by different monster essences are different. Fang Mu can drink it alone or mix it up. Anyway, it has never been the same.

An old professor did not ask Fang Mu about his career immediately, but instead looked at the gourd on Fang Mu's waist.

In the past few days of observation, he has already smelled the aroma of wine.

As an old glutton, the old professor was the first to ask.

"Little friend, what kind of wine is in your gourd? It looks delicious."

Nonsense, it doesn't taste good. Fang Mu can drink it for so many days without getting tired of it.

Fang Mu smiled when he saw the old man's appearance.

"Palace jade liquid wine, one hundred and eighty cups."

"How good is this wine, let me brag to you."

……

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, and he almost pulled out his gray beard.

This kid, make fun of me!

I ask you what kind of wine this is. Are you going to play a sketch for me?

He has studied this ancient skit from the old era, so he doesn't know this line.

After all, this is one of the questions used to identify whether they are Chinese, and those who cannot answer are basically foreign traitors.

The old man didn't chat with Fang Mu, and started to get straight to the point.

"Little friend, can you tell me what your advanced career is?"

Fang Mu smiled slightly.

Seeing this smile, the old man was a little nervous, he was afraid that Fang Mu would say some weird jokes.