"Brother, why don't you go back and rest? It's already late, and your body won't be able to take it."
The young disciple of Yuxu Sect tried to persuade him earnestly.
The monk's teeth were chattering with cold, but he still insisted: "Yes, I can do it. I only have a few pages left to finish. You go and rush others. I'm very fast, really."
A warm current suddenly enveloped his whole body. The monk stopped trembling and looked away from the book in confusion.
Then he saw Yan Huailiu standing in front of him.
The impact at close range was obviously huge. Under the dim light, Yan Huailiu stood there lazily, like a god walking out of a painting.
The young monk swallowed.
The disciple next to him saluted respectfully: "Master."
The eyes of the people around him suddenly turned over, but they withdrew in a moment and started to dodge.
No one dared to take the initiative to say hello, for fear of being driven back by Sect Master Yan.
Yan Huailiu breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to walk to the monk: "Where did you see it?"
The monk pointed to a line of words in the book and stammered, "This part is a little hard to understand. I'll take a little time. I'll finish it very quickly. It'll only take half a moment. Oh no, even faster..."
Yan Huailiu leaned over to take a look, thought for a moment, and explained it to him in simpler words: "Spiritual power is divided into two places, Baihui and Dantian, and each travels along the tendons and veins. After two small cycles, they converge here and continue to circulate a full cycle. Do you understand?"
The young monk's lips trembled with excitement: "I understand, I understand. Thank you, Sect Master Yan, for your guidance. Thank you, Sect Master Yan!"
Yan Huailiu sighed, and used his fingers to set up a temperature barrier here to keep the cold wind out.
Everyone who felt the warmth looked at him in surprise.
Yan Huailiu cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. "From now on, the Thousand Scriptures Pavilion will be open to the entire cultivation world. From the first to the seventh day of each month, cultivators may enter with their sect's credentials. At other times, you must not disturb the Yuxu Sect's normal cultivation. We will also provide food and accommodation for cultivators who come to borrow scriptures. There's only one thing: troublemakers will be permanently expelled. Do you understand?"
A group of people were stunned by the good news. After a moment, a voice came from the crowd: "Really? Sect Master Yan is not kidding, right?"
"It's true, but there may be more rules in the future, such as the need to register for borrowing, not being allowed to take anything out of the Thousand Scriptures Pavilion, not being allowed to eat in the Thousand Scriptures Pavilion, etc..."
Yan Huailiu said whatever he thought of.
He managed Qianjing Pavilion as the public library of his time.
Perhaps because everyone had been silent for too long, Yan Huailiu panicked: "Well, if you think it's troublesome..."
"No trouble, no trouble! Not a trouble at all! Thank you, Sect Master Yan!"
"Thank you! Thank you so much, Sect Master Yan!"
"I will never forget Sect Master Yan's great kindness. If you need me in the future, please let me know!"
…
The scene instantly became lively, and a group of monks were so excited that they burst into tears.
They were previously scolding Yan Huailiu for hoarding so many valuable resources, but who knew that he would share them all without blinking an eye.
Even Qingguang Temple is not so selfless.
What rules or no rules? As long as I can borrow money, those little rules don’t matter!
Food and lodging are also provided!
I’m afraid the sun will never come out?
Gu Xingyun's face was filled with shock that he couldn't hide at all. He never expected Yan Huailiu to react like this.
Is this really his master?
Why?
Why are you so generous to outsiders?
Are you so cruel to him?
Gu Xingyun looked at Yan Huailiu's back and felt that he was becoming less and less able to understand this person.
Yan Huailiu couldn't stand being the focus of the crowd, and his ears turned red.
He gestured for silence and quickly said a few final words: "You've bitten off more than you can chew. Everyone should go back and rest. If you haven't finished reading, please register. You can come back tomorrow if you have time."
This group of difficult monks lined up obediently to register, then thanked Yan Huailiu one by one and left.
Yan Huailiu couldn't stand this scene, so he said a few words to the disciples guarding here and left quickly.
Gu Xingyun followed quietly throughout the whole process and didn't say a word until he reached Canghai Pavilion.
It was just a coincidence that the fighting was going on fiercely when they went there.
Baili Changhuan leaned against the pillar with his arms folded, watching the show without any intention of stopping it.
Yan Huailiu glared at him and casually separated the two who were fighting. "Did I misread the time? Or am I too late? Has the sect competition already started?"
Chang Sui nimbly walked around a group of people and ran to Yan Huailiu, quietly starting to complain.
"Master, Sect Leader Chen and City Lord Yu have their eyes on the same secret manual, and neither of them wants to give in. Sect Leader Chen says City Lord Yu is a gigolo, while City Lord Yu says Sect Leader Chen is a villain, worse than a dog. As they argued, they started fighting, and there was no stopping them."
After he finished speaking, he handed over the secret manual that the two men were fighting over, and said as if to take credit, "I was afraid that they would destroy it during the argument, so I put it away in advance."
Yan Huailiu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
What’s the difference between your voice and shouting with a loudspeaker?
Since he was already here, the two of them didn't feel comfortable continuing.
City Lord Yu's face flushed with shame. "Yan, Sect Master Yan, I didn't mean to cause trouble. It's just that this guy's words were too harsh..."
"You're talking so sweetly! Old man, stop playing the victim here. What's the matter? When you see the master coming, you plan to let him vent his anger on you?"
Master Chen was filled with rage.
Yan Huailiu frowned, the targeting was quite obvious.
Did he, oh, his original body offend this Master Chen?
"Don't be so presumptuous! Chen Er, what's your attitude? Even if your elder brother came, he would still be respectful to Sect Master Yan. How can you be so rude!"
City Lord Yu pointed at him and scolded him, his hands shaking with anger.
"What's my attitude? What do you think my attitude is? Only your attitude is good! Do you need me to kneel down and lick Yan Huailiu's toes like you do..."
Master Chen's voice suddenly became louder.
Yan Huailiu started to panic instantly.
He simply couldn't stand anyone arguing loudly.
A group of people were still waiting to see Yan Huailiu's reaction, when they saw him raise his hands to cover his ears in front of everyone.
Although his expression couldn't be seen due to the mask, this action clearly irritated Master Chen greatly.
He had never seen a young man as ignorant as Yan Huailiu!
I remember that Jade Purity Immortal used to speak to them politely!
After looking at the pile of rare books on the third floor of Canghai Pavilion, the already dissatisfied Sect Leader Chen was completely furious. He walked directly to Yan Huailiu and yelled, "Yan Huailiu! What do you mean?"
Yan Huailiu's hands began to tremble, and the spiritual energy around him quickly surged, directly knocking the approaching Master Chen away.
Baili Changhuan, who was originally watching the show, suddenly had his pupils shrink and flew closer.
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