Chapter 318 (1/2)
Kunlun Mountain has gone to contact with other holy places of cultivation and Xianshan school to prepare for a fierce attack on evil spirits, vowing to quell the turmoil at the beginning, but with the world's communication and traffic level, I don't know how many months later I will go. After all, in such cases, there has just been a conflict, and evil spirits must also be staring at Kunlun mountain. The paper crane sends messages and flies Pigeons and other means of delivering books must not be available. [
because of Anyang's relationship, the four people were arranged in a bamboo house behind the fairy roof of Yunmeng. The surrounding environment was quiet and quiet, and no one bothered under the arrangement of Kunlun headmaster. Only the occasional singing of immortals, birds and beasts and the sound of high mountain waterfalls falling from a hundred meters high, Hula seemed to clean the dust in the heart, but it was really a good place.
The decoration of the bamboo house is also very elegant. Most of the famous calligraphy and paintings are plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, water, ink and landscape. There are also the authentic works left by the predecessors of Kunlun in this retreat. Each word contains a wonderful Tao Yun. When they gaze at it, they seem to be able to suck people in. They forget the flow of time unconsciously. They only feel the subtle meaning, which makes people sigh wonderful It is also of great help to practice.
and even if the environment is abandoned, Kunlun mountain is a famous monastic place in the world. It is located on the spiritual world. It can be seen as the essence of the world. Especially the best aura of Yunmeng's Fairy top is the practice of spiritual cultivation.
It's just that the bamboo house is not big and the four people live in a bit crowded.
In the Sutra Pavilion.
Anyang is looking at a secret Sutra. It's not too shocking. It's not enough to describe ten lines at a glance. It's just one page at a time. The whole process seems to be in continuous turning, and his hands are also very fast. Ordinary people are afraid that they haven't seen the words on this page yet, and he's flipped over quickly.
For a long time, no one has paid attention to the old bookshelves with a faint sense of decay. The rapid sound of turning over books makes this place no longer quiet.
The keeper of the Sutra Pavilion is an old Taoist who has passed the ancient times. He is not in a high position. He doesn't know whether he is a hermit like Zhong. He only knows that his turbid eyes are full of astonishment. Looking at the venerable person of the supreme elder, he seems to be making a meaningless joke.
But everyone knows that it can't be a joke. For one thing, the Sutra Pavilion in Kunlun Mountain is not a stall selling comic books on the road in the real world. I don't know how many people dream of coming here to read the Sutra. No one will be bored to do meaningless things here. Secondly, Anyang has an extraordinary identity. The old Taoist knows it and is not bored to this extent. Three, Anyang and other actions have lasted for four days. They spend at least ten hours every day in the Sutra Pavilion. They are all the same. They are constantly turning books. They are constantly turning books. They don't even know if they can see the contents clearly.
Lao Dao once doubted whether this ”elder” was looking up something or looking for something, but if he wanted to come so fast, he could only see a few words with a great power
as for whether Anyang was reading, he would not dare to think. If someone had such a fast reading, he would not be different from the immortal. If someone had such a strong memory, he would think What do you want to burn all the secret scriptures of Kunlun for thousands of years into his mind? It's terrible to think about it. The old Taoist priest tried to report it to the head of Kunlun and the elder Taishang. But after a long time of hiding behind the door, they still didn't know what Anyang wanted to do. No, they didn't know, but the idea was so terrible that no one dared to think about it It's just a letter. In the end, it can only be used as what he is looking up. At least this reason is more acceptable.
Anyang ignored them and continued to do his own great work of copying books.
Did he see clearly? Naturally, he didn't. with such a fast speed, all he could see was the immortal Da Luo. Even though his reaction and constitution were far from ordinary people, he could only see a few words.
But he's got a cheat chip, a personal biochip.
He only needs to pass the picture in front of his eyes and focus on it. Like a high focus camera, the biochip will cut off the pictures he sees, and then save them in the database. When the CPU is free, it will convert the pictures into pictures and text, and process the cut pictures, and scan them one by one into words.
In the real world, the fastest continuous shooting rate of ordinary SLR cameras can reach about eight per second, maybe even higher, and the professional high continuous shooting camera can even capture pictures or take continuous shooting in a millionth of a second. Limited by the hardware conditions, the biochip is not so exaggerated, but there is no problem to deal with this book like picture capture.
So he's not looking at it with the naked eye, but he's scanning it with a picture scanner. Naturally, it's not comparable to people's reading.
Just like a person can't write faster than a laser printer.
In fact, after reading so much, Anyang didn't know what he had read.
He just rubs the materials of Kunlun Mountain Sutra Pavilion one after another with the help of high-tech cheating device. Naturally, in the eyes of outsiders, this process is a random rummage.
Indeed, a few pages a second, an average of one minute is an ancient book, 60 books an hour, sometimes faster. After all, the ancient books in this world are limited to paper materials, often not too thick. There are more than a thousand books in a day. Apart from reading books, there seems to be no explanation in this world.For a long time, Anyang stopped to stretch and rubbed his eyes. He felt very sore and his brain was a little swollen. He could not help sighing.