Lonely Immortal

After Zhang Zhiwen finished reading the manual, he quietly put it away.

Fortunately, he could read, otherwise he would not even understand the gang rules. Although this Lin Lianyaojiang was his master, it seemed that he would ignore him and let him live or die.

Looking at the masters of other people, Li Lianyaojiang and Chen Lianyaojiang were very different. They led their disciples to the library and personally selected various books for their disciples. There was a big difference between having someone to lead the way and not having someone to lead the way. Even if Zhang Zhiwen could read, he did not understand martial arts or pharmacy at all. He was almost in the dark and had no idea where to start.

But now, he could only bite the bullet and walk over.

The library was guarded by guards. When these gray-clothed guards saw Zhang Zhiwen coming, they immediately stopped him.

"It takes ten silvers to enter the pavilion. If you don't have money, leave quickly."

The gray-clothed guard in the lead said impatiently.

Zhang Zhiwen was stunned. He was now a disciple of the Chamber of Commerce. Could it be that the Chamber of Commerce did not even provide the most basic martial arts and pharmacy books?

At this time, another gray-clothed guard saw Zhang Zhiwen in such a predicament and said, "If you are new here, you can go over there to have a look. There is nothing good there, but it is better than nothing."

The gray-clothed guard pointed to a side yard next to the library. Zhang Zhiwen saluted and said, "Thank you!"

After that, he turned and left.

At this moment, the rich children in the library had already gone to the second floor. Under the leadership of Li Lianyaojiang, they carefully selected various advanced martial arts techniques and precious pharmacy classics.

Although the gentry children could only choose on the first floor, they were still some good martial arts techniques and pharmacy classics. The difference between the two was the price. The price of dozens of gold leaves on the second floor was simply not affordable for them.

Simply put, here, as long as you have money, you can choose the best martial arts and pharmacy classics. If you don't have money, you can't even enter the gate like Zhang Zhiwen.

However, the Chamber of Commerce is also aware that some new disciples have no money, so they can't know nothing, right?

So they opened another warehouse next to the library, where some martial arts and pharmacy books that almost no one cares about are piled up.

After all, the Chamber of Commerce has been in business for many years, and there are countless books of all kinds.

Good books are easy to sell at a good price, and bad books are ignored all year round. Even this warehouse is almost unattended and unattended. Various books are piled up everywhere. Most of these books are still tattered and covered with spider silk. It can be seen that this is a place where almost no one visits.

So when Zhang Zhiwen pushed the door open and came in, he was almost choked by the dust.

But seeing the books all over the floor, Zhang Zhiwen was still very happy. There are so many books, there must be something he needs, right?

He walked in quickly and picked up a book at random.

The book was covered with dust. If you blew on it, the dust would fly far away. Zhang Zhiwen didn't mind it. He wiped it with his sleeve and saw the handwriting clearly.

This book is called Yanchenji. I don't know what kind of book it is. After Zhang Zhiwen opened it and read it, he felt a little bit amused. Yanchenji turned out to be a notebook for a scholar to go to a brothel. How boring it must be to spend time to record such things.

He had no interest in such things, so he threw the book aside and picked up another one.

"Twenty-eight methods of making Yiqi Pills?"

Zhang Zhiwen's eyes lit up. This book was obviously a book on pharmacy. This was a good thing. He quickly opened it and read it.

But after reading it for a few times, he was a little speechless. This book turned out to be written by a scholar. The twenty-eight methods were all random guesses without any practice, and they were all whimsical methods. Even someone like Zhang Zhiwen who didn't understand pharmacy at all could see it.

For example, the book said that it was best to rub the Yiqi Pills with a virgin's hand. Isn't this nonsense?

This kind of book is naturally useless, Zhang Zhiwen can only throw it aside, and then continue to search in this warehouse.

Time passed by bit by bit, Zhang Zhiwen searched for a long time, but still didn't find any serious books. Most of them were messy and strange books, and the few useful books were also broken and tattered, and there was no way to read them.

He was a little tired of searching, so he could only find a corner to sit down.

There was not even a slightly decent book in this large warehouse, which made Zhang Zhiwen quite helpless.

In addition, Zhang Zhiwen was a little puzzled, because if these books were useless, then they could just be thrown away, why leave them here to take up space? Such a large chamber of commerce should not be stingy with these things, right?

On the other hand, there are more or less things in it?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwen cheered up again. He must find one or two useful books from here today.

Although the books here are definitely not comparable to those in the library, it is much better than having nothing.

So, he stood up and continued to search.

As soon as he stood up, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange book in the corner. This book was a little different from the other books. The other books were basically a little tattered and even had a strong musty smell, but this book looked quite clean.

He walked over curiously and took the book out.

"The Book of Immortality?"

Zhang Zhiwen frowned slightly and looked at the words written on the book in confusion.

There is such a book in such a place?

The title of the book looks very powerful, Immortality, and the tone is not small.

Subconsciously, he opened it and looked at it.

There are annotations on the first page. Of course, Zhang Zhiwen doesn’t know who made the annotations. What is written on it is also very simple. It says that this book is a health-preserving technique for strengthening the body. It contains some health-preserving methods, and There is some content about herbal medicines, but those herbal medicines are also used for health care. You can take a look at them when you have nothing to do. Don’t waste your time studying them.

Looking at this comment, Zhang Zhiwen vaguely felt that the person who made the comment should have a high status in the chamber of commerce. After all, the tone of this superior person was very obvious.

Since the other party said that this book was of no use and was just something to pass the time, Zhang Zhiwen couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Now that he has joined a gang, he always hopes to learn some martial arts. In the past, he saw those people in the world flying over the walls, which was amazing. Now that he has the opportunity, he naturally wants to learn some martial arts. happy?

But aren’t this kind of health-preserving things only learned by old men? I'm afraid you won't be able to compete with martial arts in eight lifetimes, right?

Zhang Zhiwen couldn't help but feel helpless. It seems that this kind of book is of no use. It's just that this book was soaked in something, so it didn't become moldy. Maybe just like the person who wrote this book, this book can make people healthy. Naturally I will also take good care of the book cover.

However, it seems that there are no books left for the time being. This book is somewhat useful. After all, it contains some records about health-preserving herbs. Zhang Zhiwen plans to put it away first.

At this time, the door of the warehouse suddenly opened with a creak. Zhang Zhiwen looked up and saw an old man wearing linen clothes covered with patches coming in carrying a broom.

"Come on, come on, let's clean it. If we don't sweep it, I'm afraid this place will become moldy and smelly."

The old man picked up the broom and started sweeping. He acted as if Zhang Zhiwen didn't exist. He just swept and talked to himself, "I don't know when this shabby warehouse will be moved out. That's weird." It’s a pity that the old man will have no place to kill his time in the future.”

As he swept the floor, he muttered, as if he had been staying here for a long time.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwen's heart moved and he quickly took out the Book of Immortality: "Grandpa, do you know this book?"

The old man stopped, glanced at the Sutra of Immortality in Zhang Zhiwen's hand, and then waved his hand with a drowsy look on his face: "How can I remember? There are so many books here, old man, I would have forgotten them even if I had read them."

"Oh..." Zhang Zhiwen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. The old man was so confused that he probably couldn't remember many things, so asking was in vain.

Seeing that the old man started cleaning again, it was obvious that he couldn't stay here any longer. Zhang Zhiwen planned to come over again tomorrow.

So, he turned around and was about to leave, but the old man suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."

Zhang Zhiwen stopped and looked back at the other party in confusion.

"You little kid, come on, let me read your book again." The old man waved to Zhang Zhiwen.

Zhang Zhiwen could only walk over, take out the Book of Immortality and hand it to him.

The old man took the book and looked closer. It seemed that it was almost sealed. He even smelled it, and then seemed to remember something and said: "Oh, I do know this book, although I can't see it clearly now because of my old eyesight. But I do remember the smell of this book. It’s the smell of tung oil. This is the only book here that can be soaked in tung oil.”

Zhang Zhiwen couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this. This old man actually remembered this book?

Is there anything special about this book?

He couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and asked quickly: "Grandpa, is this a good book?"

He looked at the old man expectantly, but the old man grinned and said: "Haha, what kind of bad book is this? It's much worse, much worse..."

The old man waved his hand and walked away to sweep the floor again, but he still muttered: "There are no good books here, baby, I think you come here to pick up rags because you have no money, right?"

Zhang Zhiwen didn't know how to answer. It was true that he had no money, but when he heard the old man's words, he felt more and more disappointed. But thinking about it, where are there any good things that are cheap and free in this world?

As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. Good things are hidden in the library. If he wants them, he has to spend money.

"Haha, it doesn't matter if you don't have money. This is how our chamber of commerce is. If you have money, you are the uncle, if you don't have money, you are the grandson. However, this book is not without its fame. It even had a great background back then..."

The old man continued to sweep and chatter.

When Zhang Zhiwen heard this, he couldn't help being surprised and said: "Oh? How do you say that?"