Early the next morning.
Mo Xiaobai rang the doorbell of Meng Cheng's house.
Ding ding ding!
The doorbell rang, and not long after, the black metal door opened. Wearing a loose white shirt, Meng Cheng, with a gentle temperament, stood inside the door, smiled and said, "Come in."
Mo Xiaobai nodded and walked into Meng Cheng's house.
Meng Cheng's house is obviously much larger than the one rented to Mo Xiaobai, and the decoration is more luxurious.
There is a black unknown wooden sofa in the living room, and there are also unknown murals and other things on the wall.
Mo Xiaobai glanced over and stopped on a mural.
On the mural there is a giant who is more than five meters tall, surrounded by several rabbitmen who only reach his waist, and I don't know what they are doing.
Djinn and Bunnyman.
Following Mo Xiaobai's gaze, Meng Chengke saw the mural.
He smiled and said, "The mural rubbed from an ancient ruins should be a scene of communication between the two races, the giant spirit and the rabbitman."
Mo Xiaobai asked curiously: "Teacher Meng, what kind of race are giant spirits?"
His talent is the power of giant spirits, and Mo Xiaobai is very curious about what kind of race giant spirits are.
Hearing this, Meng Cheng stretched out his hand to push the gold-rimmed glasses, his dark gray eyes were extremely deep: "Giant spirits, I am afraid they were a very glorious race in ancient times. Judging from the ancient relics and documents we have unearthed, the giant spirits were It should have a fairly developed civilization, and its individual strength is also very strong, perhaps not even weaker than our current Azure Empire."
As he spoke, he sighed: "Unfortunately, no one knows why such a powerful giant spirit suddenly disappeared in the long river of history."
Mo Xiaobai was also very curious looking at the murals.
Obviously the rabbitmen of the same era are still alive and well, but the giant spirit is gone
The giant spirit is too miserable, right
Meng Cheng smiled and said, "Follow me to the study."
Mo Xiaobai nodded quickly and followed Meng Cheng.
Meng Cheng's study room is very large, almost fifty square meters. There is a large wooden desk on the innermost side of the study room. There are thick and ancient books stacked on the desk, which seem to be research materials.
In the study room, there are rows of bookshelves, all of which are full of books.
Some books look new, while others have very old covers.
Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes wide, full of surprise, and exclaimed, "So many books?"
There must be thousands of books here, right
Meng Cheng smiled slightly, and said softly: "You can see for yourself."
With that said, he came to the desk and took out a strange book.
The book seemed to only have the first half, and the second half seemed to be torn off.
The brown-red cover looks a little yellowed, and I don't know how many years have passed.
It seems to have a long history.
Meng Cheng opened the strange book and began to read it deeply.
Mo Xiaobai glanced at it, then cast his gaze on the bookshelf.
He strolled in front of the bookshelf and took out a book at random.
"Azure Era, Reign of the Six Clans"
Mo Xiaobai opened it and looked, and found that this book was about the history of the six races of humans, rabbitmen, night spirits, barbarians, elves, and mermaids who fought and killed each other before the establishment of the Azure Empire.
Mo Xiaobai turned over curiously.
He discovered that before the establishment of the Azure Empire, the Void God Sect had been active in the politics and battlefields of the six races.
According to Mo Xiaobai's understanding, the Void God Sect was born in the golden age before the blue age or even earlier.
The end of the golden age seems to have been opened by the Void God Cult.
Mo Xiaobai didn't understand the specific reason.
but…
Mo Xiaobai recalled that night, that strange and evil demon stone statue.
I'm afraid it has something to do with that Destroyer
Later, it was precisely because of the rebellion of various sects that worshiped demons and evil gods of the astral world, coupled with the tremendous pressure brought by the demons in the void domain, that the six clans established a group of six elders and the Imperial Council, which opened the era of the Azure Empire.
From then on, the Void God Religion and various sects were gradually suppressed into darkness.
The reading time passed quickly, and when Mo Xiaobai came back to his senses, his stomach was about to be flattened.
He looked up at Meng Cheng's direction, and found that he was still buried in the pages of the book, picking up the pen from time to time and not knowing what he was recording.
Mo Xiaobai put the book "Reign of the Six Clans" back to its original place, and walked over curiously.
Later, he found that half of the strange ancient book that Meng Cheng put on the table was being spread out, and there were symbols recorded on the yellowed paper of unknown material, and these symbols were characters that Mo Xiaobai did not understand at all.
Meng admitted that he really looked at the symbols, and from time to time he turned over some information, seemed to compare the meaning of the symbols, and frowned from time to time to think, wrote a few imperial characters on the paper, and sometimes shook his head slightly to erase the words.
I don't know how long it took, Meng Cheng seemed to notice Mo Xiaobai next to him, he smiled gently, and lightly lifted his gold-rimmed glasses.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Xiaobai was looking down at the ghostly symbols, and was brought back to his senses by Meng Cheng's voice.
He suddenly smiled embarrassedly: "I'm just a little curious about what Teacher Meng is doing and is so devoted, so I came to take a look unknowingly."
When Meng Cheng heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a smile appeared in his dark gray eyes.
"It's not a big deal, it's just a document from the ancient times."
"Documents from ancient times?"
Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes wide in surprise, and looked at the half of the document.
Although this ancient book seemed to be a bit old, Mo Xiaobai never expected that it would be an ancient book from the ancient times that was even older than the golden age.
The ancient books of that era have not yet been broken
Seeing Mo Xiaobai's surprised expression, Meng Cheng laughed lightly: "This is indeed a very rare and precious document. After the turmoil at the end of the two eras of the ancient era and the golden age, the relics and documents of the ancient era have become extremely rare. Rare."
Mo Xiaobai looked at the documents spread out on the table, as well as the faded black ink on the yellowed paper, and the strange writing, and then looked at Meng Cheng. road:
"Why does Teacher Na Meng have this document?"
How precious are the documents of ancient times!
Meng Cheng chuckled: "Didn't I say it yesterday? I study history from the Meng family, and I'm especially interested in the history of the ancient times."
Mo Xiaobai nodded lightly, then glanced at the half ancient book, and asked curiously, "Could it be related to this half book?"
Meng Cheng nodded lightly, he stood up, walked to the window, the sunlight shone through the window on his face, the face that was originally somewhat angular was set off somewhat softly, and the dark gray eyes were also soft. Shine brightly.
"Yes, it's related to this half of the ancient book."
"Do you know what this ancient book is called?"
A little curiosity flashed in Mo Xiaobai's heart: "What is it called?"
"History of the Mongolian King"
"Huh? This..."
Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes wide, looked at the ancient books, and then at Meng Cheng, with a little shock in his eyes.
King Meng... the king with the surname Meng
An epic about the king surnamed Meng
Teacher Meng Cheng's surname is Meng...
Mo Xiaobai suddenly felt a little understanding.
Meng Cheng turned his head, looked at Mo Xiaobai's surprised look, and said with a soft smile, "It's the diary of a king named Meng in ancient times. from."
As he spoke, he sighed, with a look of regret on his face: "Unfortunately, there is still half of the book that I don't know where it went."
Mo Xiaobai was a little dazed: "Teacher Meng, you mean, in ancient times, your Meng family had a king?"
Meng Cheng chuckled and waved his hands: "Of course, this is just what our Meng family ancestors said. The ancient times are so far away. Who knows if our current Meng family has anything to do with the Meng king at that time? Maybe it's just In which ruins our ancestors fished it out, and seeing the name Meng, it is regarded as a family heirloom. It is not even clear whether this King Meng is real or fabricated by the author. Of course, our Meng family is still Some people are proud of the descendants of King Mong."
Speaking of this, Meng Cheng said humorously: "On the contrary, I think that this "History of the King of Mongolia" is more likely to put gold on the face of my ancestors."
Mo Xiaobai: "..."
Seeing Meng Cheng's smile, the corners of Mo Xiaobai's mouth twitched.
If Teacher Meng's ancestors heard this, would the coffin be able to hold it
He wisely decided not to answer, and just smiled awkwardly but politely.
Seeing that Mo Xiaobai didn't answer, Meng Cheng seemed a little bored, his eyes lit up when he thought of something.
"correct."
He walked back to the desk in a few steps, took out a thick notebook with a brown and black cover from a drawer on one side of the desk, and handed it to Mo Xiaobai.
"Read and read."
Mo Xiaobai took the thick notebook, a little curious: "Mr. Meng, what is this?"
"The translation of "History of the King of Mongolia"."
Mo Xiaobai shook his hand, and the notebook almost fell to the ground.
He looked at Meng Cheng with wide eyes: "Teacher Meng, is it okay for me to read such a valuable thing?"
Meng Cheng looked at Mo Xiaobai with his dark gray eyes, and smiled gently: "Xiaobai, what do you think is the significance of excavating history?"
Mo Xiaobai was taken aback for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
Meng Cheng patted Mo Xiaobai's shoulder lightly: "Of course it is to let the world understand the rise and fall of the times and our vast world, so that we will not repeat the same mistakes."
Mo Xiaobai glanced at Meng Cheng, then nodded slightly.
"I see."
He opened the cover, and the first thing he saw was a hand-painted rabbitman wearing a robe, wearing a crown of thorns, and holding a gem-studded scepter.
Seeing this hand-painted, Meng Cheng's eyes flashed a bit of nostalgia: "This notebook was given to me by my brother before, and he copied it according to "History of King Meng."
Mo Xiaobai nodded.
Yesterday, Meng Cheng also told his elder brother, it is said that he went to find the ancient ruins.
Originally this house belonged to his brother.
Mo Xiaobai turned the first page, and powerful handwriting came out through the paper, telling the beginning of a king.
"My name is Meng Shi, and I am writing this first stroke. This diary will record my life as the Rabbitman King."
"Yes, I was elected by my compatriots to be the rabbit king. It's just... can I be a good king? Can I lead my compatriots to live a good life in this vast grassland, so that they will no longer be troubled by diseases? Worried about food and no longer being attacked by wild animals? I don’t know...but I am willing to work hard for this goal.”
"I swear to Shi, as the rabbit king, I am willing to use my whole life to fight for my compatriots, to save them from disaster, hunger and pain, so that they can live happily on the grassland."
(end of this chapter)