I Can See the Lines of Fortune

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Early the next morning.

Mo Xiaobai rang the doorbell of Mengcheng's house.

Ding Ding Ding!

The doorbell rang, and it didn't take long for the black metal door to open, wearing a loose white shirt, standing inside the door with a mild temperament, and said with a smile, "Come in."

Mo Xiaobai nodded and walked into Mengcheng's house.

Compared with the one rented to Mo Xiaobai, the entrusted house was obviously much bigger, and the decoration was more luxurious.

In the living room was an unknown black wooden sofa, and there were also unknown murals hanging on the wall.

Mo Xiaobai glanced over and stopped at a mural.

There is a giant over five meters tall on the mural, surrounded by a few rabbitmen who only reach his waist, and I don't know what they are doing.

Giants and Bunnymen.

Following Mo Xiaobai's gaze, Meng Chengke saw the mural.

He smiled and said, "The murals rubbed from an ancient ruin should be a scene of communication between the two races of giant spirits and rabbit people."

Mo Xiaobai asked curiously, "Mr. Meng, what kind of race is the giant spirit?"

His talent is the power of giant spirits, and Mo Xiaobai is very curious about the race of giant spirits.

When Meng Cheng heard this, he stretched out his hand and pushed the gold-wire glasses, his dark gray eyes were extremely deep: "The djinn was probably a very brilliant race in the ancient times. Judging from the ancient ruins and documents we have unearthed, the djinn was It should have a fairly developed civilization, and the individual strength is also very strong, and it may not even be weaker than our current blue empire."

After speaking, he sighed: "Unfortunately, no one knows why such a powerful giant suddenly disappeared in the long river of history."

Mo Xiaobai looked at the mural and was also very curious.

Obviously the rabbit people of the same era are still alive and well, but the giant spirit is gone?

The giant is too miserable, isn't it?

Meng Cheng smiled and said, "Come to the study with me.

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Mo Xiaobai nodded quickly and followed Meng Cheng.

Inherited study is very large, nearly 50 square meters, and there is a large wooden desk on the innermost side of the study. On the desk, there are stacks of heavy and ancient books, which seem to be research materials.

In the study, there are rows and rows of bookshelves, which are full of books.

Some books look new, while others have very old covers.

Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened, his eyes were full of surprise, and he exclaimed, "So many books?"

There must be thousands of books here, right?

Meng Cheng smiled 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 have only the first half, and the second half seemed to be torn off.

The brown-red cover looks a little yellow, and I don't know how many years have passed.

It seems to have a long history.

Cheng Cheng opened the strange book and began to bury his head.

Mo Xiaobai glanced at it, and then cast his eyes on the bookshelf.

He strolled in front of the bookshelf and took out a book at random.

"Age of Blue, Rule of the Six Clans"

Mo Xiaobai opened it and found that this book was about the history of the six tribes of humans, rabbits, night spirits, barbarians, elves, and mermen who fought and killed each other before the establishment of the Azure Empire.

Mo Xiaobai turned over curiously.

He found that before the establishment of the Azure Empire, there were active figures of the Void God Cult in the politics and battlefields of the six clans.

According to Mo Xiaobai's understanding, the Void Sect was born in the Golden Age or even earlier before the Blue Age.

The end of the Golden Age seems to have been initiated by the Void God Cult.

The specific reason, Mo Xiaobai did not understand.

but……

Mo Xiaobai recalled that night, the strange and evil demon stone statue.

Maybe it has something to do with that destroyer?

Later, it was also because of the chaos of various sects that worshiped demons and astral evil gods, and the huge pressure brought by the demons in the Void Realm, that the six clans established the six-member elder group and the imperial council, which opened the era of the blue empire.

Since then, Void God and various sects have been gradually suppressed into darkness.

The reading time passed quickly, and when Mo Xiaobai came back to his senses, his stomach was about to go flat.

He raised his head and glanced in the direction of Cheng Cheng, and found that he was still digging through the books, picking up the pen from time to time, not knowing what he was recording.

Mo Xiaobai put the book "The Rule of Six Clans" back where it was, and walked over curiously.

Afterwards, he found that the half of the strange ancient book that had been placed on the table was being spread out, and the yellowish paper of unknown material had symbols recorded on it. These symbols were words that Mo Xiaobai didn't know at all.

Meng admits that he really looked at the symbols, and from time to time he opened up some materials. It seemed that he was comparing the meaning of the symbols. From time to time, he frowned and thought. He wrote a few imperial characters on the paper, and sometimes shook his head slightly and painted out the words.

I don't know how long it took, Meng Cheng seemed to find Mo Xiaobai next to him, he smiled gently, and gently held up the gold wire glasses.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Xiaobai was looking down at the ghosts, and was pulled back to his senses by the voice of inheritance.

He suddenly smiled a little embarrassedly: "Just a little curious about what Teacher Meng is doing, so devoted, so I came to see it unknowingly."

Meng Cheng heard the words, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a smile appeared in his dark gray eyes.

"It's no big deal, it's just documents from ancient times."

"Documents from ancient times?"

Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the half of the document.

Although this ancient book seems to be a little old, Mo Xiaobai never imagined that it would be an ancient book from the ancient times that is older than the Golden Age.

Are the ancient books of that era still unbroken?

Seeing Mo Xiaobai's surprised expression, Meng Cheng chuckled: "This is indeed a very rare and precious document. After the turmoil at the end of the two eras, 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, the strange words, and looked at Mengcheng. He endured and endured, and finally he couldn't help but ask. road:

"How could Teacher Meng have this document?"

How precious are the documents of antiquity!

Meng Cheng chuckled: "Didn't I say it yesterday? My Meng family has studied history from generation to generation, especially interested in the history of ancient times."

Mo Xiaobai nodded lightly, then glanced at the half of the ancient book, and asked curiously, "Could it have something to do with this half of the ancient book?"

Meng Cheng nodded lightly. He stood up and walked to the window. The sun shone on his face through the window. His originally angular face was set off a little softly, and his dark gray eyes also Glittering.

"Yes, it has something to do with this half of the ancient book."

"Do you know what this ancient book is called?"

Mo Xiaobai's heart flashed a little curiosity: "What's it called?"

"The History of King Meng"

"Ah? This..."

Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened, he looked at the ancient book and then at Meng Cheng, his eyes were a little shocked.

The king of Meng... is the king of the surname Meng?

Telling the epic about the king of Mongolia?

Meng Cheng's teacher'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 is the diary of a king named Meng in ancient times. It is said that our ancestors of the Meng family took it with them when they escaped from their hometown during the rule of the six clans. from."

After speaking, he sighed, with a look of regret on his face: "Unfortunately, there are still half of them who don't know where they went."

Mo Xiaobai was a little stunned: "Mr. Meng, you mean, in the ancient times, your Meng family had a king?"

Meng Cheng chuckled and waved his hand: "Of course, this is just the statement of our Meng family ancestors, how far away the ancient times are, who knows if our current Meng family has anything to do with the Meng King at that time? Maybe it's just The ancestors of our family were fished out from which ruins. When you first saw the name and surname, it was regarded as a family heirloom. It is not even clear whether this Mongolian king is real or fabricated by the author. Of course, our Meng family is still Some people are proud of being the descendants of the king."

Having said this, Meng Cheng said with some humor: "I actually think that this "History of the King of Meng" is more likely to give gold to my ancestors' faces."

Mo Xiaobai: "..."

Seeing Cheng Cheng's smile, the corners of Mo Xiaobai's mouth twitched.

If the ancestors of Teacher Meng heard this, I wonder if the coffin board can still be held down?

He wisely decided not to answer, but smiled awkwardly and politely.

Meng Cheng saw that Mo Xiaobai didn't answer, and seemed to feel a little boring. He thought of something, and his eyes lit up.

"correct."

He walked back to the desk in a few steps, took out a thick notebook with a brown and black cover from the drawer on one side of the desk, and handed it to Mo Xiaobai.

"Read and read."

Mo Xiaobai took the thick notebook and was a little curious: "Mr. Meng, what is this?"

"Translation of "History of the King of Mongolia".

Mo Xiaobai's hand trembled, and the notebook almost fell to the ground.

He opened his eyes and looked at Meng Cheng: "Mr. Meng, is it okay to read such a precious thing to me?"

Meng Cheng's dark gray eyes looked at Mo Xiaobai and smiled gently: "Xiao Bai, what do you think is the meaning of history excavated?"

Mo Xiaobai was stunned, 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 Cheng Cheng, then nodded lightly.

"I understand."

He opened the cover, and the first thing he saw was a hand-painted bunny man, wearing a robe, a crown of thorns on his head, and holding a scepter inlaid with gems.

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 the King of Meng".

Mo Xiaobai nodded.

Yesterday, Meng Cheng also talked about his brother, and it was said that he was going to look for ancient ruins.

The house originally belonged to his brother.

Mo Xiaobai opened the first page, and the powerful handwriting came out of the paper, telling the beginning of a king.

"My name is Meng Shi, and I wrote this first pen at this moment. This diary will record my life as the Rabbit King."

"Yes, I have been elected by my compatriots to be the king of the rabbit people. It's just... Can I be the king? Can I lead my compatriots to live a good life in this vast grassland, so that they will no longer suffer from diseases, No more worrying about food, no more wild beasts? I don't know...but I'm willing to work for this goal."

"I swear by Meng Shi that as the king of rabbits, I am willing to spend my life fighting for my compatriots to save them from disaster, hunger and pain, so that they can live happily on the grasslands."