"Yes, you're right. There's no need to go to the dojo.”
Su Mo felt that it made sense and nodded.
All things are inferior, only reading is superior!
The civil officials of the imperial court might not have much ability.
However, he had a natural sense of superiority towards martial artists.
There was a clear distinction between martial artists and scholars.
If he went to the martial arts dojo to practice martial arts, he would most likely become an anomaly.
So much so that his reputation shook the capital.
Yes, he was famous!
However, he would definitely be remembered by the examiners next spring.
Don't talk about Jinshi.
It was already good enough that he didn't fall behind…
After all, there was a price to pay for being a mutant.
As for the Song Dynasty's system, the civil and military were opposing each other.
This was a problem left over from history.
Su Mo did not have any special thoughts.
Even if he wanted to change these views, he would have to stand in the highest position and the world would obey his words.
Now, he was just an exam-taking student. He should still correct his mentality.
"Oh right, Young Master, I heard that the bookstore on North Street will occasionally stock some martial arts manuals.”
Old Huang frowned and thought for a while. Suddenly, his eyes lit up."Why don't we try our luck there first?”
"That's fine. We'll go out for a walk anyway. There's no harm in going to North Street to take a look.”
Su Mo thought about it and agreed.
In the bookstore, there were indeed some martial arts atlases.
However, they were all superficial skills.
It wasn't much better than radio gymnastics.
It was completely different from the so-called secret manuals of divine techniques.
The people in the martial world did not care about this.
Huang Shang had previously only read the Sage Book and was even more disdainful of this kind of thing. She was too lazy to read it.
However, Su Mo could try his luck and take a look.
In any case, he would just waste a few hours.
It was not a loss.
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The bookstore on North Street was called the Old Study.
As the name suggested, it was a study that stored many old books.
The main structure was a three-story wooden building, decorated with an ancient feel.
It was spacious and bright, with plenty of light. The air was filled with the fragrance of ink.
Half of it was new books, and the other half was second-hand books that the shopkeeper had collected.
"Brother Shengzhong, long time no see!"
"Brother Huang, I've heard a lot about you!"
A few unfamiliar scholars cupped their hands at Su Mo and softly said.
Students who had yet to achieve any achievements often liked to come here in groups of three or five to look for books.
After all, this bookstore mainly sold the study materials and notes of the imperial examination candidates over the years.
There was a dazzling array of colors.
There was a whole floor.
The value of this thing was also closely related to the Host's imperial examination results.
If he passed the imperial examination, the booksellers would be willing to buy his previous study materials at a high price.
If it was the top three scholars, or even the notes of the top scholar…
That could be sold for a sky-high price!
After all, in the eyes of many scholars, the top scholar was a literary star that had descended to the mortal world.
The study materials that he had used were naturally tainted with a lot of culture.
The original manuscript could be considered a family heirloom.
Even if it was copied and printed by others, it could be sold at a good price.
"Old Huang, help me ask."
Su Mo greeted the students and scanned the bookshelves, but he did not see the book he wanted.
"Shopkeeper, do you have…do you have that kind of…martial arts books?”
Old Huang nodded and walked to the counter.
"That kind of kung fu?"
The shopkeeper was a fat merchant in his forties. He was stunned for a moment, put down the book in his hand, and looked at Old Yellow suspiciously."Customer, do you want it?"
"My young master wants it."
Old Yellow pointed at Su Mo, who was not far behind him.
"Oh, yes, yes!"
"Customer, take a look at this book. It just came in the day before yesterday and is selling very well.”
The shopkeeper had a big smile on his face as he quickly pulled out a thin booklet and ran over to Su Mo.
"Dongxuan Zi's Thirty-Six Free Hands?”
Su Mo looked at this strange name and was slightly stunned. He subconsciously flipped through a few pages.
Phoenix Dance, Butterfly Somersault, Wild Horse Leap…
One by one, unimaginable postures entered his eyes.
Half of the text, half of the illustrations.
The drawing was quite lifelike.
"Old shopkeeper, you might have misunderstood.”
Su Mo sighed, closed the book, and handed it back to the shopkeeper.""What I want is the kung fu to practice martial arts! It's not this kind of martial arts."
He really came here to practice martial arts…
Even if he couldn't buy a martial arts book, he wouldn't go so far as to get a book on the Art of the Room.
Moreover, in his previous life, he had a few portable hard drives.
He was knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and knowledgeable.
He wasn't interested in this kind of popular science book.
"Martial arts?"
The old shopkeeper was dumbfounded." You're also a student who came to the capital to study, right? Why are you practicing martial arts in our bookstore?"”
"Is it strange?"
"…It's not strange, it's not strange!"
The old shopkeeper looked at Su Mo suspiciously and thought for a moment before bringing him to a dusty corner.
Then, he opened the cabinet door and pulled out a book box.
There were more than ten books in the bookcase, all of which were atlases of martial arts cultivation.
"This one, this one, um, this one too.”
Su Mo casually flipped through them and chose three books before handing them over to the shopkeeper.
In the Han and Tang Dynasties, there was paper making but no printing. Books were all handwritten and expensive.
A book cost about one tael of silver.
At that time, copying books was actually a very profitable profession.
By this time, engraving and movable type printing had been invented, greatly reducing the cost of books.
A book was probably only worth one-tenth of the price of the Han and Tang Dynasties.
Of course, no matter how good movable type printing was, it was impossible to print some secret manuals of divine techniques.
Silver could only buy some ordinary martial arts.
The three books that Su Mo had chosen were slightly pleasing to the eye.
The rest were all hammer hands, broom legs, and the Great Stone Crushing Technique…
Just by looking at the name, there was no future.
Flipping through the content, he was even more stupid.
Originally, he had wanted to take a gamble and discover a few divine techniques that would cast pearls into the dark.
In the end, he had thought too much.
Most of the books were so bad that no one bought them.
"Alright! Please wait a moment!"
The old shopkeeper took the silver and immediately became spirited. He smiled and walked behind the counter with the book in his arms.
"Eh, Mian Zhong? You're at the bookstore? I was just about to go look for you!”
At this moment, a loud voice sounded.
The door of the bookstore was pushed open, and a young man in embroidered clothes strode in with two servants. His face was full of smiles.
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