Huang Yueli knew that everyone was looking at her, but she didn't take it seriously.
Her eyes scanned the rows of secret books on the bookshelf, and thoughts kept spinning in her mind.
She has a wide range of knowledge and does not need to read one book after another like ordinary students. She can get an idea by just looking at the title of the book, so she can save a lot of time.
Soon, she scanned all the secret books on the first row of bookshelves. If she didn't find any that she was satisfied with, she moved forward to the second row of bookshelves.
Unfortunately, there were too few martial arts and mystical skills that caught Huang Yueli's attention. In a short time, she walked past more than a dozen rows of bookshelves, but she still didn't see a book that made her eyes light up.
Behind her, the core students who were looking at her with wide eyes were already looking at each other.
"What happened? Why did the first freshman walk away so fast? She didn't even stop to take a good look! What on earth is she looking for?"
"Yeah, it's really strange! Can she find out the secrets she needs when she's like this? Choosing exercises and techniques is a very detailed matter, and there's no rush! What can she tell from just looking at things like this? ah?"
"Well, I heard that she comes from a small border country. I'm afraid she hasn't had the opportunity to select secret books in such a large Buddhist scripture pavilion before, right? Do you think you can find the one that suits you by just looking at it? It seems that this time she I can only pick two books at random, so it’s all for nothing!”
For a moment, everyone concluded that Huang Yueli had no idea what she was doing, and they were all a little disappointed in her.
I originally wanted to see what exercises this once-in-a-hundred-year-old genius would choose, and what lessons it could be of use to me!
Now it seems that I really thought too much...
Huang Yueli didn't care what others were thinking and continued to walk around. She had already browsed all the rooms in the Mao No. 1 room, but didn't see anything suitable.
She was about to go to the next room, when suddenly she caught something from the corner of her eye and her eyes lit up.
There are also some books stacked in the corner of the room.
However, the secret books neatly arranged on the bookshelf, although they are old and new, are at least clean and tidy. Some particularly old scrolls have special protective book cases on the outside.
But the ones piled in the corner are different. They look wrinkled, tattered, and have some yellow marks. If it hadn't been placed in a place like the Sutra Pavilion, I'm afraid others would have thought it was a stack of old papyrus!
Huang Yueli walked over and took out a book from the pile of broken books.
This secret book is quite old. There is a large tear mark at the front of the secret book. It is obvious that at least dozens of pages in the first half have been torn out, and even the cover is missing.
What's even worse is that the remaining pages are not ordinary text at all, but various tadpole-shaped symbols that are simply incomprehensible.
But just such an incomplete skill made Huang Yueli smile.
"It seems that Xingyao Academy still has some inventory, and unexpectedly... there is also this "Tianwu Immortal Book"!"
"Tianwu Xianpu" is a musical score handed down from the divine world that she found when she was practicing in an ancient secret realm in her previous life.
For ordinary luthers, this kind of qin music can only be used to play music, but for a warrior like her who is extremely mentally strong and uses the guqin as a weapon, the ancient qin music... is equivalent to a profound mysticism. Skill!
(End of chapter)