If you try to establish a connection with Xiaoxilou directly, you will only see darkness, like black words on white paper gathered together, like an ink ball. But now the world in Xia Xiao and Wang Ling's eyes is much clearer than before, and they can see the poems and verses clearly. They appear around them, floating constantly, swimming like fish in the water, very refreshing.

Because of the throbbing of Xia Xiao and Wang Ling's vitality, the dust jumped on the cushion, but it was unable to break free of the restraints. It jumped up and then fell down, as if there was a strange gravity pulling the dust. Xia Xiao and the others' minds were also pulled, trying to break out of their bodies, which was a bit strange and dangerous.

Xia Xiao had experienced the feeling of a fool, everything was unknown, nothing could be sought, nothing was clear, it was as vague as being in the womb. Xia Xiao resisted at first because of that memory, and didn't want his mind to be touched by others, but he couldn't resist the power in the cushion. Instead of resisting rudely, Xia Xiao still felt that it was better to relax, so that at least he could protect his mind.

Xia Xiao let go and prepared to let him do whatever he wanted. But even with his eyes closed, he could clearly see the eyes of the people behind him. Shu Shuang stepped forward and stretched out her hand to help him. Xia Xiao saw himself lying on the ground with a few lines of poetry on his face.

Is this the mind leaving the body?

It seems to be true. Only the academy can do such a profound thing. When you reach the realm of the Supreme, it will be easy to do these things, but they don't have that kind of vitality yet. At present, they can only rely on external forces. For example, the big-eyed owl at this time!

Behind him, the owl's eyes emitted a bright light. Xia Xiao couldn't tell the color, but it was like a soul. It was like a guide, like a stimulation of potential, and it was hard to understand.

Turning his head, Xia Xiao looked directly at him. The people around him disappeared in an instant, and he himself, lying on Shu Shuang's legs, also faded away. The world was left with only poems and verses, and the punctuation marks seemed three-dimensional, which was a bit fun. I guess this is what it means to be truly immersed in the sea of ​​books, but those densely packed words are frightening to look at. How many books are there in this small west building? There are more than ten thousand!

Outside the bookstore, Shu Shuang sat quietly on the floor beside the futon, so that Xia Xiao, who was distracted, didn't have to lie on the cold floor. But the white leg pillow attracted many people's attention. Who could resist this? Xia Xiao was so lucky to have Shu Shuang.

On the other hand, in Wang Ling's side, a person was lying on the ground with some dust on his face. There were only three steps between here and the crowd, but no one in the Nan Shang team knew whether to go forward. Finally, a woman from Nan Shang stepped forward. Xia Xiao had Shu Shuang, and her prince also had a woman to accompany him.

Before she could even reach the top of the stairs, the woman's wrist was grabbed tightly.

The people of the Southern Merchants' royal family had serious expressions and said solemnly:

"Don't go!"

"But His Highness..."

"Don't disturb your highness's thoughts."

The woman frowned, but could only nod in the end. She knew that this was just the intention of the Nanshang royal family. If she went up now, her status would be the same as Shu Shuang. The latter was Xia Xiao's partner, and she would become the prince's consort. The royal family took this matter very seriously, and would not let a woman of low status become a phoenix just by offering her thigh!

This special competition was bound to be long. After an hour, many people left.

Two hours later, there were even fewer people here, and most of them were sitting on the ground or reading a book. Shu Shuang sat next to Xia Xiao, closing her eyes and resting, not moving at all.

The time in the sea of ​​books seemed different from that in the outside world. It might also be that Xia Xiao was too focused. He felt that only a dozen minutes had passed because the problem in front of him had not been solved.

Although the current state was somewhat different from usual, there was still no sound in the sea of ​​books, and the guidance of the big-eyed owl became blurred, making Xia Xiao lose the previous feeling of being able to talk. Everything around him was silent again, without any rhythm.

The words in the sea of ​​books were like a difficult puzzle, floating and shifting, but Xia Xiao could not find any bright spots. He stood still, like a row of bookshelves, and carefully scanned the poems and verses. The poems here praised the gods and love, and the chapters were travel notes in the wilderness, with a lot of content.

Invisibly, Xia Xiao did not establish any connection with Xiao Xilou, nor was he able to have a conversation with him, but he became interested in the contents of these books.

I heard that few people have finished reading all the books here, because the real sea of ​​books is the consciousness of Xiaoxilou, and the content recorded in the books is only a small part. Xia Xiao didn't understand before. Xiaoxilou is just a library. Even if it has consciousness, is it different from what is recorded in the books? Now, Xia Xiao seems to understand the reason!

No matter how many words a book has, its central idea can be expressed in just a few words, or even the entire book can be represented by a few sentences.

When reading, I was so absorbed in the principles and stories that I forgot the real meaning of the book. The consciousness of Xiaoxilou is the collection of these meanings. Just like these chapters at this moment, when I look at them roughly, they are missing the beginning and the end, which seems a bit abrupt. But the principles in them are connected.

Xia Xiao seemed to have discovered a clue. The connection between these sentences became neater from the previous disorganization, so that reading was not hindered, which made him deeply immersed in it.

The condensed golden sentences were not as empty as the words of saints, but more humane and rich. They also expressed the content more directly and simply, which made Xia Xiao's eyes light up.

Xia Xiao has traveled many thousands of miles, whether from the imperial capital to Longgang, or from Longgang back to the imperial capital, or even from the imperial capital to the academy, he has gained insights, seen many joys and sorrows, seen the faces of many treacherous villains, and fortunately met a few upright gentlemen. But all these roads are not as good as these ten thousand volumes of books.

How many miles does it take to write one book? And how many miles does it take to write ten thousand books?

Xia Xiao couldn't guess, but some of the principles in the book were really worth pondering. The more he thought, the brighter his eyes became.

Those who are not dead after death are long-lived!

Among many words, this one attracted Xia Xiao's attention the most.

If death means leaving this world, then immortality means that the influence left behind never fades away. Perhaps this is the true meaning of eternity, and there are always such people, such as... the Lord of the Spiritual Contract!

The person who created the spiritual contract will probably be remembered forever by the Great Wilderness. Anyone who signs the spiritual contract can see his handwriting. Xia Xiao didn't have a chance to see it, but Shu Shuang said that the handwriting was uglier than his, crooked and twisted, as if it was written at the end of life. If the handwriting is really like the person, it's too sad. How ugly must the owner of the spiritual contract be?

As his mind wandered through the words, Xia Xiao almost forgot his real purpose. But sometimes it was like this, when you were obsessed with something, you couldn't see even a thousand flowers blooming around you.

"What do you feel after seeing so much?"

A strange old voice lingered in Xia Xiao's ears, causing him to shift his focus and observe the surroundings. In a flash, the poems and verses around him disappeared, as if they were wiped out. All around him was pitch black. But unlike before, this blackness was like the starting point of everything, like the last dark night before dawn.

"Who is the senior?"

Xia Xiao bowed and bowed deeply, but no one around him spoke. Was he asking me to answer a question? Xia Xiao thought it was very likely, so he answered:

"I am a foolish young man. The principles in the book are profound, but I only understand the superficial ones. I would like to ask for your guidance, senior."

"You don't need any instruction. Although the Great Wilderness is different from your original world, it has similarities. You were born pure, and even if you are stained with blood, you will understand the principles you should understand. It's just a matter of time."

Apart from Xia Xiao himself, no one had ever talked about their original world without knowing it. Xia Xiao suddenly felt some respect, and felt that bowing was not enough, so he could only kneel down.

The darkness was broken by the light, and the surroundings became bright. In front of Xia Xiao, an old woman appeared. She was extremely old and wrinkled, as if she would leave at any time. For some reason, Xia Xiao felt that this senior was somewhat similar to the leader of the foothills, Hu Bugui. But her eyes were not cloudy, but like a girl. In it, the entire Xiaoxi Building was hidden.

Xia Xiao saluted again and was finally able to communicate with Xiao Xiluo's consciousness, which was considered a success. I wonder how Wang Ling is doing?

The bright world was empty, and outside, Wang Ling's eyebrows moved! But the movement was too small and no one noticed. But compared to Xia Xiao who didn't move at all, Wang Ling seemed to succeed faster.

There were not many people in the Xiaoxi Building. Only the royal families of Nan Shang and Da Xia were there at the bottom of the three steps.

It had been a whole day, and the sun was about to rise. But the two men lay there motionless for more than ten hours, more peacefully than sleeping! They were young and wanted to prove themselves in various ways.

Um?

Shu Shuang had been sitting next to Xia Xiao. She yawned slightly, and when she looked at Wang Ling again, he had stood up!

With a start, Wang Ling suddenly found a book in his hand. Apparently, he succeeded!

Su Huan and Si Qingling's faces changed drastically. How come Wang Ling woke up first? Xia Xiao was so confident and agreed to kneel down. They all thought that Xia Xiao would create miracles as always.

"Your Highness, I have been waiting for a long time!"

The faces of the Nan Shang royal family were filled with ecstasy. Wang Ling stood up, brushed off the dust on his body, and snorted coldly when he saw Xia Xiao still resting his head on Shu Shuang's legs.

“Watch this!”

Facing Shu Shuang, Wang Ling raised the "Guangyin Volume" in his hand with an arrogant look. This is the time for him to be arrogant! This book with yellow in black is his greatest asset. Although there are few people here, soon everyone in the academy will know that he is the first person to establish a mental connection with Xiaoxilou. As for Xia Xiao, who took the initiative to challenge him in this, he will be trampled under his feet!

Wang Ling smiled sinisterly, then turned cold and said:

"Wait and kneel down!"

Su Huan and Si Qingling had cold and pretty faces, but Xia Xiao in their eyes still hadn't woken up.

Soon, more people gathered in the Little West Building. All four hundred students of the academy were here. This grand occasion was caused by Xia Xiao and Wang Ling.

"Xia Xiao, Xia Xiao, come on."

Shu Shuang was anxious, and murmured to herself while frowning. How could Xia Xiao surpass Wang Ling and cancel the kneeling bet? With Xia Xiao's stubbornness, he would kneel unless he really thought he had done better than Wang Ling. He could afford to lose, but Shu Shuang didn't want to see that scene!

Wang Ling was surrounded by people and sat on a wooden chair that looked like a throne. The royal family around him talked about it and even insulted him deliberately, but he really wanted to see what Xia Xiao, who was so calm, would look like when he woke up and saw that he was awake and still holding the "Guangyin Scroll" in his hand? He didn't believe that Xia Xiao could just laugh it off this time!

"Daxia people, kneel down and call me daddy!"

This sound caused everyone to laugh, but Wang Ling closed his eyes, unable to resist the sleepiness, and prepared to take a nap. The previous search with great use of his mind had exhausted his physical strength! But when he woke up, Xia Xiao would kneel beside his shoes.