Chapter 234 Build a Library, the Young Man Wang Pingan

Ye Feng was also a little overwhelmed by this question.

I thought the underground was a treasure, but as a result, I accidentally dug up the skull suspected of being an ancient giant god.

This is a bit of a big deal...

Remembering that today's wish was useless, Ye Feng clapped both hands and said, "I have it! I make a wish and give me the first-class paper treasure candle incense, as well as a shrine and a pig's head and other items for sacrifice."

On the ground, a table suddenly appeared.

There was a fragrant pig's head stewed in water in the middle, as well as the incense of paper treasure candles. Ye Feng quickly lit the incense and candles, and took the disciples to stand in front of the altar, and said to the land:

"Respected senior, I accidentally met you today, and I hope you don't care about our juniors."

After the incense was applied, Ye Feng looked relieved.

He beckoned his disciples to start logging.

The hardwood plain is dozens of miles in diameter, and the hardwood grown here is suitable for both waistline and height, and is the best choice for building a pavilion.

Clang!

Huo Yunjie drew his sword in one stroke and cut off thousands of trees in an instant. The other disciples were responsible for tidying up the branches, turning them into usable wood, and moving them back to Misty Peak.

The top of Misty Peak.

Master Li, the carpenter of the Jia family, was invited again.

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open space.

Shi Lei and Master Li are facing the drawings, writing and drawing, discussing things from time to time, both of them are very attentive, and their faces are also full of smiles.

"Haha, that's fine, that's it."

Half an hour later, Shi Lei looked at the blueprint on the table and smiled naively.

Master Li put down the black charcoal pen in his hand, hammered his old waist, looked at the blueprint on the table with satisfaction, and smiled happily.

"Next, start work."

Shi Lei packed his things,

Huo Yunjie, Long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi, and Ouyang Feng were called, and together they took the spirit sword and cut the hardwood into the desired shape.

Master Li called over a dozen carpenters to build the foundation together on the open space 50 meters away from the main hall.

Hardwood has its own anti-corrosion properties, which can be used for thousands of years. Even the surface carbonization step is omitted, and the speed is very fast.

In less than a day, the main structure is ready, but many details have to continue to be improved.

Flooring, tiling, painting...

Just three days.

A seven-story wooden tower with a total height of 35 meters was built, standing on the top of Misty Peak, becoming the tallest building of Misty Sect.

As Ye Feng lifted the red cloth on the plaque on the gate on the first floor, the words "Book Collection" came into view.

clap clap clap!

The disciples applauded.

"From today onwards, our Misty Sect's library is officially open!" Ye Feng took the lead in entering with his hands on his back.

The section of the Library Pavilion is a regular hexagon, which is regarded as a hexagonal building.

The diameter of the first floor is about fifteen meters, which is spacious enough.

At this time, there was only the spiral staircase in the center on the first floor, and the surroundings were empty and a little shabby.

"Ahem, on the first floor of our Misty Sect, we will place all kinds of unimportant books in the future, such as first-grade spells and books on anecdotes. Starting from the second floor, place books with higher value, or two books. Artifacts."

"On the third floor, of course, it is a third-grade spell, or an ancient book of equal value, and so on."

"Of course, there are no bookshelves or books in the library now, but we can buy them back and put them in."

"Yunjie, Tianxing, you all took fifty middle-grade spirit stones and bought back those interesting books and spells."

"The other disciples cooperated with Master Li to make the remaining hardwood into bookshelves and put them on the first to seventh floors of the library."

Ye Feng began to instruct the disciples to do things.

"Disciple obeys the order of the sect master!" Everyone received the task and began to act.

Huo Yunjie and Long Tianxing set off.

"Second Senior Brother, I think we can go to Baifu City and Sanyuan City first, and make a trip to Beacon Fire City and Wucai City. We can buy at least one hundred first-grade spells, and the remaining money can be used to buy other miscellaneous books."

"I think it's fine."

While chatting, the two flew into the distance.

The remaining disciples also began to work.

"Senior Sister Mo, I'll leave this to you." Xia He and Qiu Ju lined up ten hardwoods and stood on the ground.

Clang!

Mo Yingren didn't say much cruelty, the windward flying sword unsheathed, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of swords split ten pieces of hardwood into planks with a thickness of one centimeter.

Then, she continued to cut these wooden boards into the required size, and then handed them over to Master Li to install them, becoming an indestructible bookshelf.

Ye Feng sat on the top of the tower of the library, looking at the busy people below, in a happy mood, with a leisurely expression on his face.

In the blink of an eye, another few days.

Huo Yunjie and Long Tianxing are back.

They spent fifty middle-grade spirit stones, bought one hundred and three first-grade spells, and thousands of ordinary books.

At this time, the bookshelves of the library have been completed. Each floor is equipped with desks and wooden chairs. Sitting by the window, tired of reading books, you can still overlook the beautiful surrounding scenery.

The bookshelves on the first three floors are filled with ancient books.

Even precious books such as the third-grade spell "The Strike of the Moon", the auxiliary exercises "Second Sea of ​​Qi", and "Nine Revolutions of the Gods" were written by Ye Feng, bound into volumes, and placed in the third place in the library. Floor.

"There is also a lack of formation protection."

Ye Feng stood in front of a bookshelf, looked at the ancient book that recorded the second-grade spell "Falling in the Fallen", and prepared to arrange a formation to protect it.

For example, these books can only be read inside.

Once taken out, it will be blocked by the formation.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng quickly communicated with the forge to see if he could create a similar formation.

"Hey, who are you?"

Outside the library, Li Jiaojiao's surprised voice suddenly came.

Ye Feng walked to the window on the second floor and looked down, and found a thin young man wearing a large red Taoist robe standing on the top of the peak, carrying a big black pot on his back.

"I am the king... Wang Ping'an."

The boy bowed his hands to Li Jiaojiao who was in front of him, seeing how dignified and beautiful she was born, her face blushed immediately, her head bowed, and she stammered.

"Your name is Wang Wang Ping'an?" Li Jiaojiao was suspicious.

"Wang... Ping'an, a king!" The red-robed boy quickly corrected, "I... I'm timid and stammering, I'm sorry."

After saying every word, the young Wang Ping'an buried his head even lower.

"What are you doing here...Hey, that's not right, you are only at the third level of qi refining, and you can pass the foggy area. Could it be that you passed the assessment left by the head master and met the entry requirements of our sect." Li Jiaojiao was surprised. Looking at Wang Ping'an, he remembered something and was very surprised.

"Yes... Yes, I want to see the head of the Misty Sect, and I hope to join Biao... The Misty Sect." Wang Ping'an was so nervous that he couldn't speak, and quickly corrected.

"Hey, there is a new junior brother?"

When the other disciples heard the sound, they all gathered around, with those fiery gazes, Wang Ping'an buried his head even lower.

"You want to join the Misty Sect?"

A gentle voice came from the library, attracting everyone's attention.