The villain is my brother

As soon as you enter the library, you will see neatly arranged wooden bookshelves. There is also a wooden sign on the bookshelf, on which the classification of books is written in white characters, such as "swordsmanship", "physical skills", "array", etc., next to the bookshelf Candlesticks were placed, and the soft candlelight imbued the entire Zangshu Pavilion with a bit of Zen tranquility. There are stairs on both sides to go to the upper floor, and special futons are set up in different places for people to rest.

Maybe it was the wrong time to come. There were only a few scattered people on the first floor of Zangshu Pavilion. They either took books and sat on the futons to read, or simply stood in front of the bookshelves to read.

Zangshu Pavilion is completely different from what Qin Moyu imagined. The orderly standardization is not like a product of the cultivation world, but more like a modern library.

Qin Moyu tiptoed in with surprise. It was so quiet here that people had the illusion that the sound of walking was a kind of noise.

The further you go inside, the stronger Qin Moyu's sense of sight is, because there are neat tables and chairs inside that you can't see from the door, and the tables are also inlaid with lighting beads, just like the little night when Qin Moyu lit the lamp and read at night when he was in school. lamp.

Qin Moyu picked out a book at random—a wooden slip to be precise. When he took the wooden slip out of the shelf, two red words "borrow" slowly appeared on the book. Qin Moyu felt that it was novel, so he put the wooden slip back, and clearly saw that the two red words were missing. up.

Now Qin Moyu understands why there is no one guarding the library. The relationship has its own anti-theft system. It is hard to say whether there will be an alarm when you go out of this door.

Once is a coincidence, twice or three times is inevitable, the person who built the Zangshu Pavilion must have traveled through time.

Qin Moyu was inexplicably excited.

Although the memories of his previous life were blurred a lot, Qin Moyu still had great expectations for the "old town". He walked around one floor lightly, but found no more clues, nor did he find any wooden slips about the extremely cold place.

So Qin Moyu headed towards the second floor.

The furnishings on the second floor are similar to those on the first floor, except that there are a lot fewer wooden slips on the bookshelves, but less quantity means high quality. Qin Moyu took a few casually and looked at them, and he was secretly astounded that Guanlanzong was rich and powerful.

Qin Moyu looked up and found that there were five floors in Zangshu Pavilion. He walked up to the third floor and was surprised to find that there were more people here than the two floors below, especially the girls. Low laughter came out, and even the wooden bookshelves were far more than the two floors below.

Why is the atmosphere here so weird?

Qin Moyu quietly walked to a place where there were few people - a bookshelf that looked different from other wooden shelves, full of vicissitudes of time, and took a look from a bookshelf with only a few wooden slips on it.

It doesn't matter if you don't read it, but you will be shocked when you see it, it is not a skill at all, but... a novel?

To be precise, this wooden slip with the name "Travel Notes" is written all about how the hero and heroine fell in love and killed each other. After the heroine killed the hero, they broke through the period of crossing the catastrophe, and recalled their lives alone.The twists and turns of the plot, the bizarreness of the story, and the level of dog blood are not inferior to the online novels Qin Moyu has seen in his previous life.

Qin Moyu felt that it might be the wrong way to open it, so he changed it.

Good guy, this time it's not in a romance novel, this time it's Long Aotian's upgrade, the hero named Fen Qi keeps encountering adventures from a servant, sets off countless bloody storms on the way, and finally turns over to become the overlord of a party.

Qin Moyu hesitated for a moment, how come there are upgraded novels in the upgraded novels, what kind of outrageous nesting doll behavior is this.

No wonder there are so many people in this class. Sure enough, there is never a shortage of market for Shuangwen novels. As for how these novels come from?

——It must have been done by that "fellow townsman".

But why are these books placed in the Zangshu Pavilion?

Qin Moyu put the wooden slip back with some doubts, but a soft female voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Can you help me get that wooden slip, please?"

The one who spoke was a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old. She was dressed in plain white, and her jet-black hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. It's hard to refuse.

Qin Moyu seldom chatted with girls, especially such a pretty girl. He scratched his face in embarrassment, and agreed.

"Is this it?" Qin Moyu took down the wooden slip the girl was pointing at, and the girl nodded and thanked her.

"No need, no need, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Qin Moyu waved his hand quickly, and at the same time he was a little puzzled, "This position is not high, why do you need my help?"

As soon as Qin Moyu finished saying this, he regretted it. Why did he feel that he was very reluctant, but with the conscience of heaven and earth, he really just asked subconsciously out of pure curiosity.

"Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean that!"

The girl was also stunned for a second, but she covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "I know you didn't mean that, but thank you very much."

Qin Moyu was a little embarrassed, and before he could open his mouth, he heard the girl say: "My name is Yiliu, and I just passed the acceptance ceremony to enter Guanlan Sect. Only formal disciples of Guanlan Sect can take out the wooden slips on this floor for inspection."

"So that's how it is." Qin Moyu suddenly realized, he touched his pocket - fortunately the jade token given to him by Master Xuanjing was not put in the storage bag - it should be because of this thing that he could take out these wooden slips.

"My name is Qin Moyu." Qin Moyu introduced himself politely.

Yiliu chuckled: "I know."

"Huh? Am I famous?"

"Before you entered the sect, you almost killed someone because you were jealous, and you rejected Master Xuanjing's apprenticeship twice. It's a little hard to know." Yiliu winked at Qin Moyu.

"..."

Qin Moyu coughed lightly, trying to change the subject: "By the way, do you have any other wooden briefs? Let me get them for you."

"Is it really possible?" Yiliu's eyes lit up.

"Of course, but what are you looking for? Aren't they all gossip?" Qin Moyu was a little puzzled. Yiliu had a calmness beyond ordinary people, and it could even be said that he was lonely like deathly silence. People who are keen on gossip.

"Of course not." Yiliu shook his head, "All the wooden slips here, the things recorded on them are traceable and real."

Qin Moyu was stunned.

"Do you know why there are no guards in Zangshu Pavilion? Because the entire Zangshu Pavilion is the best guard."

Yiliu narrated what he knew: "A long time ago, Guanlan Sect was still a little-known sect, but unexpectedly, a great master of formations appeared, who set up countless large and small arrays for the entire sect. The formation method allowed Guanlanzong to tenaciously survive the strong wind and waves after he disappeared."

"Actually, the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion didn't have so many wooden slips at the beginning, there were only five. It's not that no one questioned the third floor wooden slips, but they kept them to respect the ancestors, but put a lot of other wooden slips to help the sect. My son understands external forces. But soon, everyone discovered that many people and things written in those five wooden slips will always correspond one by one in later generations, just like the piece you just saw... Although I don’t know whose story it is, Should be worthy."

"Because of this incident, several great experts came to Guanlan School to get back the wooden slips, but in the end they didn't know why, but instead made Guanlan School famous. In addition, after the war ended, Master Xuanjing broke through, and Guanlanzong might be in danger."

Qin Moyu suddenly thought that in the original book, the male protagonist Nanxun originally wanted to borrow the name "Fen Yan" in the Tengwang Pavilion, and the reason why Fen Yan was so arrogant was because the Fen family had a powerful ancestor who had crossed the catastrophe period, and the wooden slips he had just read Isn't the hero's name Fen Qi?

Qin Moyu found that he had underestimated the world from the beginning to the end.

If other people's stories can be written in advance, then the story of "Nan Xun" he saw was also written in advance by someone?

And in his previous life, he saw the novel with "Nan Xun" as the main character. Could the author across the screen be the same person as the missing "fellow townsman"?

To put it another way, is the world in the book he thought really only the people and things in the plot in the book?There is no place to see the plot, what else does he not know?

All kinds of cognitive guesses sent chills down Qin Moyu's spine.

Qin Moyu took a deep breath, suppressed those messy thoughts for the time being, and managed to gather up all the wooden slips she wanted for Yiliu, only to find that they were all about a building called Yunqilou.

"Yunqi Building..." Qin Moyu pondered for a moment, thinking of this organization.

If Tengwang Pavilion is the largest chamber of commerce in Dongzhou, then Yunqi Tower is a gray force that spans the two continents in the southwest, and has always been known for its mystery and strength.

Qin Moyu keenly noticed that when Yiliu was looking at one of the wooden slips, hatred penetrated into his eyes, and the hand holding the wooden slip turned slightly white because of too much force.

"Yiliu? Are you okay?" Qin Moyu asked cautiously.

"...I'm fine." Yiliu breathed a sigh of relief, carefully put away the wooden slips, and thanked Qin Moyu with his bow.

Qin Moyu was taken aback, and quickly hid aside: "There is no need for such a big gift, it's just a matter of little effort."

Yiliu shook his head and said solemnly: "It may be just a small effort for you, but it means a lot to me. You can afford this gift."

Yiliu's attitude is resolute, much like Qin Moyu's stubbornness of always worshiping her if he doesn't accept her.

Qin Moyu had no choice but to accept it.

Yiliu got his wish. After saying goodbye to Qin Moyu, he left Zangshu Pavilion, leaving only Qin Moyu to continue searching for materials in the extremely cold place.

After searching, he really found something.

Qin Moyu found the paper book in a pile of wooden slips, took it down and found that it was a manuscript, which scribbled down anecdotes about the person who made it, and one thing was mentioned in it:

Before the outbreak of the Four Continents War, there was a man from the north who wore different styles of the Four Continents—according to careful research, it was found that they were dressed in a style long ago—and released a red lotus fire.

But at the moment when the red lotus fire bloomed, this person disappeared before everyone's eyes.

—Yes, disappear.

That figure was like a grain of sand blown away by the wind, abruptly erased from this world, and before dying, he looked at the north unwillingly, with infinite longing and nostalgia in his eyes.

There was no howling, no crying, just silent silence.

——But it was more shocking than any cry.