Cultivation of Life Winner

Huang Mao casually put the blank book in his hand aside, thought about it, and grabbed another book strangely in his heart.He also wondered whether Xiaoyu had moved his hands or feet just now, but Xiaoyu is now at the critical moment of waking up, so he probably won't help him at this time.

It wasn't Xiaoyu, Huang Mao also doubted if it was Gu Ye and Jiu Gong, but the two were staying in the sea of ​​consciousness at the moment, and Huang Mao didn't notice the slightest breath fluctuation of the two.

Although it was strange in my heart, it was obviously not the time to get to the bottom of it.When grabbing the book, no one was surprised, Huang Mao really noticed a thin film floating on the book.However, the resistance was still not great, Huang Mao only spent a little more effort than the last book, and then easily got the book into his hands.

The book was still blank, Huang Mao casually flipped through it and put it aside.At this moment, Huang Mao's reaction also attracted the attention of some examiners.Although there are people who can get the books at the same speed as Huang Mao at this moment, the calmness shown by Huang Mao is something that others don't have.A person with this expression either doesn't care about this assessment, or he has full confidence in himself.

Huang Mao didn't pay much attention to other people's research. The bookshelves here seemed endless, and Huang Mao had some guesses in his mind.He tried to take a few steps forward, and then reached for the books on the bookshelf again.Sure enough, although he could still get the ancient book, the resistance increased a lot.

Huang Mao understood a little bit, the closer to the bookshelf inside, the stronger the protection ability on the ancient books.Maybe some people can get forty ancient books, but if you want to get good grades, you have to go further.

While Huang Mao was groping for clues, one of the men in yellow clothes walked up to Huang Mao's side, with a bit of heroism and arrogance in his brows.When Huang Mao looked at him, the man cast a provocative look, then raised his hand and grabbed one of the ancient books.

On the ancient book, after a burst of bright white light flashed, the person grabbed an ancient book without any effort.But this person didn't even read the book, he threw it casually, and walked past Huang Mao sideways, heading for the bookshelf and the inner layer.

Huang Mao laughed and shook his head. He was very scholarly, and he was probably an arrogant person.Huang Mao never paid attention to this kind of person.Because if the other party gets offended, he can kill the other party with just one finger!Just like a god, he won't care about an ant that clamors to go against the sky all day long, unless the ant bites him.

But at this moment, in the main hall of the inner courtyard of the same academy, five old men were looking at the scene in front of them with a lack of interest.Of the five old men, three of them were all dressed in the same way, wearing loose white robes, the only decoration being an ancient book embroidered on the neckline of the robes.

Two of them, one is a middle-aged woman, this person's face is solemn, it seems that it is not easy to get along with her generation.The other person was dressed in a sloppy gray robe, with his feet squatting on the chair, playing with a round jade pendant in his hand.

"It's such a waste of time. In the past few days, I haven't produced any amazing talents. It's still the senior brother in charge of the school, who accepted that Liu Kuang without making a sound. Pity us, even a better disciple It’s not my turn.” The man in the gray robe stared at his legs, and complained while sitting on the chair.

"Drunkard, what nonsense are you talking about! It's rare to have a shocking talent in the world. It's a lot of luck to have Liu Kuang in the academy. Look at the Chess Academy and the Qin Academy, they are still crying right now."

One of them, the white-robed god, raised his beard and said with a bit of pride.This time the academy really came out, and there was a little girl from the painting academy.Although I heard that the old boy Lie Yang at the Chess Academy has accepted a good student, but he has never seen a real person, and he has to wait until he is pulled out to let them slap his eyes before he can tell clearly.

The alcoholic saw that he was a person who did whatever he wanted. At this moment, he put the jade pendant he was playing in his arms, and then got up and said: "Well, now you are the only ones who are still here honestly. I don't want to accompany you." You play, go drink!"

Seeing his lazy appearance, the others knew his character long ago, so they didn't force it and let him go.But before he could walk out of the door, the solemn middle-aged woman suddenly slapped the table and said, "That man... is special."

As soon as she opened her mouth, the drunkard immediately turned back and put his head back in front of the image in an instant.In the battle of images, I saw a boy about twelve or thirteen years old holding a book in his hand.

The place where this person is standing at the moment is about 30 shelves of ancient books. This distance is not too far, but the problem is the effortless performance of the other party when he just picked up the ancient books.

"Pay attention to his hands, his bookish look seems very special." the woman said.

"Could it be a bookish spirit?" one of the old men said in surprise.At the beginning, Liu Kuang was born with a bookish spirit, so it was easy to take ancient books.By the time it was over, Liu Kuang had reached the 370 six shelves of ancient books, and even got a total of 170 three ancient books.

If it wasn't for Liu Kuang's lack of training and exhaustion of energy, his grades would have been even more terrifying.

"No, no, it's not the weather bookishness. If it's innate bookishness, then the ancient books should be responsive." The drunkard shook his head.

While these academy people were confused, Huang Mao had roughly figured out his bottom line at this moment.The milky white air that suddenly emerged from his fingers should be the bookish air in his body. As for how this bookish air came from, Huang Mao thinks it should be brought from the busy world.

Coming to this vast and boundless world of comprehension, to put it bluntly, Huang Mao really hasn't studied much, and if he wants to develop a bookish spirit, it may be impossible.

This bookish spirit should always exist, and the entry was only induced by something in the academy.Huang Mao looked inside, and at this moment, in his dantian, a small group of milky white light the size of a fingernail was gathered in it.

This small group of things Huang Mao didn't feel any energy or danger, it seemed to be something normal.And as long as Huang Mao doesn't touch the ancient books on the bookshelves, after a quarter of an hour, the news will be completely in the dantian, no matter how hard Huang Mao looks for it, he won't be able to sense the slightest bit.

Well, Huang Mao is a little sad. In another world, he had six years of elementary school, three years of junior high school and three years of high school, but his bookish spirit was only as small as a fingernail!Moreover, he still had an extremely indifferent appearance, as if he was about to disperse, as expected, he was really not material for studying.

Although Huang Mao made some complaints, he didn't really care too much about it. After all, his purpose of entering Yuluo Academy was not pure, and it was not to really join the other party.

This so-called bookishness has little effect on Huang Mao.But even though it's just a little bookish, it seems to be quite useful.

After thoroughly confirming the source of the milky white aura, Huang Mao was not polite anymore.He hurried up in a few steps, ignoring the first more than 100 bookshelves.

When Huang Mao passed by the yellow-clothed scholar, the other party was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.Immediately, he started more quickly, grabbing an ancient book on the bookshelf.

But this time, the scholar frowned slightly, apparently having difficulties, unable to take the books as freely as before.At this moment, he knew in his heart that his limit, about fifty or so rows of bookshelves, should be the end.And after the yellow-clothed scholar, there are about three or four other scholars who can comfortably follow him.

Now what the elders in the academy said is that there is a Liu Kuang, and the luck of the academy is considered good.Going down, the aptitude of the rest of them is average at best.It's good luck to have someone who is as reluctantly linked to a genius as that yellow shirt.

Huang Mao walked to more than 150 rows of bookshelves in one breath. Along the way, he has already picked up more than a dozen books without much difficulty.

This place, Huang Mao thinks it should be about the same.He doesn't want to perform too well, but he also doesn't want to be eliminated, so the golden mean should be the most suitable.

After choosing the place, Huang Mao unceremoniously took out the ancient books from the bookshelf again and again, although he was also a little puzzled as to why his weak book spirit had such a powerful effect.However, Huang Mao has done some research on the so-called bookishness and spirit thinking, and this is the first time he has come into contact with it, so how can he know where the reason is.

And the assessors in front were dumbfounded by Huang Mao's action of randomly taking ancient books, and at the same time they all secretly said: This person's strength, I don't know how it compares with Liu Kuang, who was so famous a few days ago.

The scholar in the yellow shirt also gave up at this moment, except for a little bit of unwillingness in his eyes, he could no longer have any desire to compete for the throne.But what makes him strange is that according to Huang Mao's current strength, he is fully capable of going forward. Why did he stop here?

Could it be hiding clumsiness?But is it necessary? To participate in the assessment, the better the performance, the better. Only in this way can you get the vigorous training of Yuluo Academy.

At this time, in the inner courtyard of the academy, the five people were shocked, staring at Huang Mao in the image without blinking.I'm afraid this young man is not simple.

But when these people were engrossed, there was a knock on the door outside the academy.The alcoholic frowned slightly, and said in displeasure, "What's the matter?"

"Elder, it's Nan Shanzi from the Chess Academy who came and said he wanted to ask us for someone." Outside the door, the disciple replied.

Almost subconsciously, several people in the academy looked at Huang Mao at the same time.The alcoholic was the most direct, and blurted out a curse: "Tell him, if you enter my academy, you are a member of my academy, and there is nothing about his chess academy, let him go!"