Xyrin Empire

Chapter 736: The library of the hooligan's house

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A very protruding figure appeared there, with long flowing black hair, an ordinary face, a pale yellow robe on his body, and a 'Tao' on his chest exuding a faint light.

Wen Wen has always been unwilling to believe that the homeland he is familiar with is full of aliens living there. There is a prehistoric aura here, although it is very weak, the aura cannot be concealed from asking. Besides, there is a special emotion in this breath, which is the spirit of the elder brother Pangu, which will not let him make mistakes in his judgment.

In the first chapter, I felt that leaving three jade slips with some simple cultivation methods printed on them was regarded as Wendao's repayment for the kindness of those three people at the beginning, and Wendao once again embarked on the road to the holy place in my heart. That direction is the direction to go to the holy place in my heart - Mount Buzhou.

The person on the right also nodded in agreement, sighed, followed the person on the left to support Wen Wen on the back of the tallest person, and walked in the direction they came from.

Hearing these questions, he just smiled disdainfully, and didn't take them seriously at all. The bitter fruit and sweet fruit of the road he chose had to be swallowed by himself. No one can rely on you, only yourself. This is the principle that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.

From a distance Wen Wen saw a few figures walking towards this side, Wen Wen walked quickly to the front of them like a drowning man who had been drifting on the sea for a long time discovering a new continent. : "Where do you come from? Where is this place? Do you know where Buzhou Mountain is?" He asked eagerly, without seeing the faces of several people clearly, and said in ancient Chinese language.

Asked, ignoring what those people said, and asked in his heart why? what is going on? Could it be that Honghuang was captured by those so-called gods? It is impossible to veto this idea by asking in an instant. Leaving aside the six saints, even the existence of Hongjun is doomed to have no such possibility. But what is going on

God Realm, an unknown place. Looking from a distance, there are high mountains all around, grasslands and trees all around, and the whole thing seems to have spirituality, which is more vivid.

The person who asked, seeing Wen Wen's blank expression, knew that nothing he said now would work. Shrugging helplessly at each other, the tallest person said: "Two brothers, I don't think he will be surprised by what you say now. When we first came here, we were all the same. Hey, we are both miserable people now. Let's take him back to the village first."

Wendao came to this village and lived here for a month. Every day, he sleeps against the trees, eats on the grass, and drinks natural water from the stream. Wen Wen also asked the oldest elder in the village about everything he wanted to know. But the only thing they got from asking was that everyone here was a believer in the gods, but after coming here, the so-called gods drained the power of faith from their bodies, and then left them alone and let them fend for themselves. There have been outsiders who have seen this place before, either because of people who suffered the same as them, or because the gods came here and asked them to do this and that. To put it bluntly, the people living here are the kind of people who are no longer capable. Apart from survival with their own hands, the only value left is to help the gods of the past to thank the rough work, otherwise what awaits them is death. As for those people who wear Taoist robes and fly with swords like Wen Wen said, don't say you have seen them, you have never even heard of them.

As early as when the first figure came, Wendao knew it through the surrounding vegetation, but he didn't want to wake up, even if he was kicked, he didn't want to wake up, because that feeling was too memorable for him , It's too much for him to reminisce... After reminiscing, he must urgently find the same.

Hearing a different language, and looking more carefully, he found that his appearance was completely different from that of the Chinese people, so he was completely stupid when he asked. I was stunned by the great surprise and excitement in my heart, just like a person who is extremely cold clearly sees that it is clothes, but finds that the clothes on his body are still ice and snow. This kind of contradictory sense of astonishment made Wen Wen not able to react for a while.

They speak the so-called language of God, and they eat with knives and forks... Everything around them is not unique to China. Except for the mountain and the water, those trees and grass have a familiar atmosphere.

The three of you looked at me, I think you didn't react for a long time, and finally the extremely tall and strong man said: "What are you talking about, brother? We don't understand? Can you understand the language of God?" It is the lingua franca on the continent of the gods, which is also called the language of gods by believers.

The other two also sighed together, and the one on the left said: "That's right, I didn't expect the God Realm in my heart to be such a ghostly place. If I knew it, I shouldn't believe in some shit gods. Let's take him away." Go back and talk about it."

A month of decadent life has made Wendao's determination to find the truth extremely firm, and he will never stop until the matter is clarified. Who dares to stop him and only has one word 'kill'.

After a long time, Wendao's whole body was completely lying on the ground, and his head was completely sunk into the grass. The body is also integrated with the surroundings, as if the whole earth is him, he is the whole earth, the surrounding grass, surrounding trees, stones, and bugs are all him, and he is everything around him.

Wendao's thoughts are very confused now, racking his brains to think about the key point, but after much deliberation, the problem has returned to the original point. It seems that all the questions have to be found by myself, and it is useless to ask these people. From the one-sided words he heard from Wenwen, Bu Na learned that these people are all great figures in the lower realm. Either a fanatic of God, or a senior believer in God. It's just that what I didn't expect was that after coming to this ideal world of bliss, I found that what I faced was completely different from what I imagined. The power of faith in the body was ruthlessly drawn by the so-called gods, making these people useless. Then throw these people here regardless of life or death, arrest people when they need to be used, let them fend for themselves when not in use, and kill them if they don't obey. It can be said that these abandoned people are simply inferior to pigs and dogs in the eyes of those gods.

The brawny man saw Wen Wen finished asking, why did he suddenly become stupid again, his eyes were dull, and he looked at himself and others without focus. The strong man asked a few words with concern, but found that there was no response to the question, as if his soul had been taken out suddenly.

Packing up his feelings, Wendao decided to embark on a new journey, to find out why all the people living in this familiar homeland are foreigners. No matter what the reason is, people who are not of my race will have a different heart. Only my own clansmen can live in my homeland, and all other clansmen have to get out of here. Don't leave, right? That's good. Let's see whose fist is bigger. The flame of extreme [democracy] brought from the previous life completely broke through the shackles of Tao at this moment and began to burn blazingly...

Right after that figure left, several more figures came in succession, all of them stayed in front of Wendao for a while, then shook their heads, muttered something to themselves, and left in a hurry.

You don't need to guess and you know who else this figure could be besides asking? Wen Wen was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his hands, and raised his head to the sky. The expression was very intoxicated, only to hear the whispering voice: "En? Acquired aura? This smell? This feeling? Why is it so familiar? It's been a long time since I had this feeling, how long has it been? Where did I have this feeling Woolen cloth?"

Suddenly Wen asked to turn over and sit up, looking blankly at everything around him. Suddenly he shouted loudly: "Homeland, this is the taste of homeland, this is the feeling of homeland. There is also ~~ and ~~~ and the feeling of Brother Pangu. Could it be that I have returned to the Great Desolate Continent? How is it possible? How is it possible? ?" shouted at the end and asked in tears, tears streaming down his fingertips... .

Wendao looked blankly at everything around him, unconsciously stroking the soil with both hands, tears streaming down the tear trails. It's like a person who has lived in a strange land all his life and suddenly returns to his hometown, completely at a loss.

Wendao was surrounded by that nostalgic feeling when he first arrived in the God Realm. To experience that feeling, to find that nostalgia.

Wen Wen just looked blankly at the scenery receding, his heart was occupied by deep doubts, and followed the three people who didn't know the situation to an unknown place.

After asking for a while, he finally came to his senses, but he was filled with countless questions in an instant. What exactly is going on? My own feeling is definitely not wrong, there is definitely a taste of a big brother in it, as a Chinese, no matter how long the practice is, I will never mistake the feeling of my hometown.

Although the three of them didn't have much strength, but they were all strong and strong, they took turns to exchange their burdens and asked, and they walked for three days before they saw a few houses smoking from a distance. During this period, the three of them also asked Wen Wenhua and fed him food, but everything was in vain. Wen Wen still didn't eat or drink, and he couldn't speak anymore. Still looking blankly at everything around him with the same expression, as if there was something around him that he was looking for.

Just as Wen Wen was searching for this feeling, a figure in the sky came to Wen Wen with a 'whoosh' instantly. After the figure stood in front of Wen Wen for a while, he shook his head and said to himself: "Hey, it's a step too late. It's really bad luck that the power of faith has been taken away by others." Asked a foot, and then went away through the air.

I flipped through the book in my hand with no words in surprise. It was obviously not even heavy, but when I flipped it, it made a crisp and pleasant sound of paper folding. I didn't see any words.

Bingtis looked at me with a mysterious smile, and suddenly asked: "When Gangdogon was sixteen years old, he was bitten by a huā-tailed fox..."

"It's very itchy." I curled my lips involuntarily, stretched out my hand and scratched my waist, "It was very windy that day... oh! What's going on?"

It wasn't until I answered Bingtis' question involuntarily that I suddenly felt that something was wrong. Who is Gangdogon? Is a huā-tailed fox a magical thing? More importantly, "Why do I feel an itchy waist suddenly!

"The name of this book is Gangdogon" Bingtis took the big book in my hand, patted its cover lightly, and then put it back on the shelf where it was originally, "This is the book in the library One of the breeds, all the memories. Gangdogon is a very ordinary mortal boy, born in a farmer's family who devoutly believed in my father, his life was ordinary, ordinary birth, ordinary growth, with the only Father Dark Ji learned to write his own name and keep accounts. At the age of fourteen, his dream was to take over his father’s land and build a new mill by himself. On his sixteenth birthday, he was bitten by a huā tail fox. A small price for the dark priest to prove his bravery... At the age of eighteen, Gondorgon died of a serious illness, and a plague broke out in that world"

And the power that the only dark priest in the village got from my father wasn't enough to save everyone. "

I swear this is the first time I have seen Bingtis speak with such a peaceful and even a little compassionate expression, and even more exaggeratedly, I saw motherhood on the face of this female hooligan, or the love of God, anyway at least When she spoke of the mortal named Gondorgon, all kinds of words that needed coding were filtered out of her mouth.

"Then the book just now was..."

sister asked softly.

"Gondogon was a mortal child with ideas, that's all I can say. He suffered from the shortness of his life and his obscurity. After all, he was only a child of eighteen years old-not even enough to be called in that world. He is a teenager, and he is one of countless ordinary peasant children, so he knows that he will leave nothing behind in his short and ordinary life, and soon he will be forgotten by everyone, and at most he will become a permanent scar in the hearts of his parents .So he told the priest his last wish before he died:,"

"Let me be remembered" At least remember that I have been. "

"The wish of a peasant boy who can only write his own name and keep accounts before he dies is not to survive, but to be like this... To be honest, everyone finds it a bit incredible, but the priest still fulfilled his duty, perhaps Out of sympathy, the priest piously added this wish to his funeral prayer." My father just heard this prayer, so he lowered his voice and told the priest and Gandogon's parents: good "I will remember this kid."

"Gondogon became one of my mother's books in this way, and his soul has returned to peace"

But his short, ordinary life is fully documented here, down to every detail, including every breath he took.

The memory of mortals is too short, so we remember this child in their stead. Whenever you turn the pages of this book, his life becomes something in your memory, as if you watched him grow up, but you don't know it yourself. " "Well, a... uncomfortable story. Lin Xue stuck out her tongue, lowered her head slightly and looked at the surrounding bookshelves from under her bangs, "Are all these books like this?" "

"Basically, the books in the library are arranged in categories, almost all of this information here." Bingtis led us wandering among countless bookshelves, "Of course not every book has such a story, such as this Ben: Laguna is a cheerful dark elf. She is a comedian. Her wish is to let the happiness she once brought to people be passed on forever. This book records all her joyful emotions. Reading through it can immerse you in the happy, though it has not a single word in it. The book is the Codex of Ulin, a rather amusing alchemist who invented three hundred cheap toys for commoner children, and in the end he hoped his inspiration would survive death This tricky wish caused the local dark priest a headache. In the end, my mother could only turn his alchemy inspiration into this handbook. With this book, even the most cringe alchemist will jump at any time A good idea that is whimsical and practical, of course, can only invent small toys. Little Bubbles, don’t bite, the thing you are holding is inedible, it is the scroll of Sulai, a relic of a temple chef, he recorded himself All the deliciousness of a lifetime" That's right, there are flavors in that scroll...

Hello! Sandra! can not eat! "

We wandered between the bookshelves with surprised expressions, and whispered exclamation from time to time as Bingtis introduced them one by one, except that Sandora was a little familiar with this place, "everyone is fascinated by this magical place. I am amazed. Every book and every scroll here records things that cannot be recorded in books and are easily forgotten in our impressions, a piece of life, a feeling, and a joyful heart throbbing.” A sincere feeling... These things have quietly become "books", just like the wishes of their former owners, and have become records that will never disappear.

"Memories, feelings, everything is there," Bingtis' voice came from behind the bookshelf in front, "My mother likes to collect these, and my father is always running around looking for these things worth collecting for her. Every volume here The size and weight of books are different. Their volume depends on the owner's first impression of the book, while the weight is the weight of 1 message. Much heavier. "

"plop"

There was a loud noise, and Lilina was pressed down on the ground by a big golden book, dancing and dancing for a long time, unable to get up." In the office next to her was a mercury lamp that was giggling and smirking. It was obvious that this book belonged to someone The little puppet pushed it down, and then accurately knocked down her lifelong enemy.

"Memoirs of Tuham" Bingtis said with a little emotion, and a servant of the gods flew over to resist the heavy book on the back of a false priestess, "Tuham is a world, but a new student died early. The world" is one of the worlds created by my own hands. Just after it reproduced civilization and world consciousness, it encountered a devastating abyss eruption. I couldn't save that disaster, but all the lives in Tuham World and the consciousness of the world itself tried hard to survive, so Dad My mother helped me make them into this book. Obviously, it is very heavy. "

I remembered the paper dust machine I made in my first handicraft class when I was a child. Later, it was destroyed in a catastrophic fire: it was set ablaze by Qianqian. Now that paper machine is still in our memory." From various aspects, I think that is the same as Bingtis's memory, but the result of his first manual class is too cruel.

"How many books are there?"

Qianqian couldn't help asking curiously.

Bingtis shrugged: "Who knows, I said that the concept of the God Realm is fuzzy" and many things can be done with fuzzy concepts, such as this library. There is no specific number of its collections, theoretically it has an infinite capacity, and my mother has infinite enthusiasm for collecting books, so its final scale will be infinite, and I even doubt that if this place continues to expand, it will be the same as the glorious Shenting. As grand as the library tower: that place is the library of God the Father. "

Another unbelievable news, but in just half an episode of God Realm, we almost feel normal about everything that is not normal here.

Ice Teece began to lead us to the upper floors of the library, riding on those platforms that floated in mid-air. The collection of books in the library is divided into many areas. In addition to the incredible "1 memory" area just now, there are also collections of materials that record world history, record the reproduction of races, record the process of creation, etc., and describe the use of various artifacts. Reference books, and family encyclopedias of Protoss, such as how to "let there be light" with higher efficiency. The higher you go, the more difficult it is to read the books. From reading with touch to reading through the corresponding laws, we certainly don't know anything about those professional books. What is speechless is that Ding Dong basically fell into a state of confusion at the same time as us... Little things can't be understood from the family encyclopedia.

"To be honest, I really doubt how you got into elementary school, and how did you get your supernatural power."

Bingtis explained his doubts to the little thing very sincerely.

"Divine power is innate. Dingdang throws dice during primary school exams." The little thing replied cheerfully.

You can't afford to hurt students who throw dice in the elementary school entrance examination!

The library at Bingtis’ home is eye-opening, but I am getting more and more confused when I see this goddess leading the way and talking about the books here, and finally I can’t help but interrupt Got Bingtis's introduction though my question could be a bit of a faux pas.

"Then what, Bingtis, why do I think you seem to be a different person after you arrive in the library?" Bakuyou Goddess sister looked at me curiously, as if she didn't quite understand what I meant, but Qianqian was more straightforward than me , she hit the nail on the head: "It feels like you are suddenly sensible, and you don't look like a hooligan at all!"

Not only does he not look like a hooligan, when talking about a specific book, this guy is as quiet as a polite lady! She can even say the four words "Father", and the best address she usually calls Uncle Cuvain is Daddy.

Facing the simple and straightforward question, Bingdis immediately rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, this is a special place, I still know something about it, and if I make a scene in the library, my mother will teach me a lesson. Enough was enough when I was a kid!"

I don't know whether it is right to make Bingtis quiet down, the respect of the "library" or the psychological shadow of childhood, but this quiet version of the rogue goddess really shines, at least I know that a certain female rogue is not every Her mouth is full of mosaics all the time, and she also looks like a girl sometimes—but now I have a second question: "Bingtis, after hearing so much from you, have you read all the "books" here? ! "Of course it's impossible." Bingtis shook his head immediately, "Mom's books can't be finished, but I've seen all the bookshelves we passed just now. Hey, Chen, don't show that kind of look. Fighting, my favorite thing is reading! "

At this moment, I was shocked.

Bingtis' second hobby is reading? Isn't it just collecting protection fees one after another

Seeing that everyone looked disbelieving, and even Sandora was giggling, the rogue goddess felt ashamed and said angrily, "Hey, what do you mean

Forgot that I was a senior technician before? The concubine, as a dark protoss, directly cultivated into a high-level goddess of light, okay? A real knowledge-based talent! "Well, I really forgot about this, but a sister Bingtis who likes to hold a book and accompany the sunset when she is quiet is really not in line with the usual impression of this guy, okay

"Hey, forget it if you don't believe it." Bingtis waved his hand angrily, and then stared at the countless tomes on the nearby bookshelf, "I am really disappointed. Books are such a good thing. When you open them, you can touch your heart." Mind, when it is closed, it can touch the head of the enemy, why can't I like such a thing that can not only expand the field of vision but also be used as a brick... "

Damn it, you didn't say it earlier! Now we believe it!