Xiao Ji left as quickly as he came. About half an hour later, there was a flash of light and a whoosh, and Xiao Ji emerged from the ground.
"How about it?"
Yang Ji took a few steps forward and expressed concern.
"His!"
Xiao Ji met Yang Ji's gaze and slowly shook his head.
"No?"
Yang Ji's expression changed and he immediately asked: "Xiao Ji, are you sure you have searched every place?"
"His!"
This time Xiao Ji nodded, indicating that he had indeed searched every corner.
Yang Ji's heart suddenly sank. Xiao Ji is the king of snakes, walking through the underground like a fish in water. If it says it doesn't exist, it means it doesn't exist. Could it be that with the changes of the sea and the sun and the moon, the "Book of Great Confucianism" has been obliterated and disappeared?
Yang Ji's eyes flickered, and he was filled with surprise and uncertainty.
"The Book of Great Confucianism" is a treasure that the Confucian and Taoist senior appointed him to retrieve. It is of great importance to the Confucian and Taoist lineage and is the key to re-viewing the once brilliant literary and Taoist age before the destruction of the Era.
In today's era of declining culture and morality, this "Book of Great Confucianism" can be said to be the holy book of Confucianism and Taoism. If historians knew about it, they would be willing to trade it with their lives.
If he really disappears, it will be a huge loss to Wen Dao.
"Impossible. The cave may disappear, the earth may rise and fall, but that "Book of Confucianism and Taoism" should not. In such a long era, even a fragment of the writings of the literary saint can be preserved, a "Book of Confucianism and Taoism"
"Isn't it possible that you can't keep it?"
Yang Ji slowly raised his head and looked at the bright stars in the sky, his heart filled with confusion.
The "Book of Great Confucianism" is definitely not as good as the "pen and ink of the Literary Sage", but Yang Ji "saw" the memory of the fallen Confucian and Taoist predecessor, and knew that this "Book of Great Confucianism" was for those disappeared "Literary Sages" to revive for later generations.
The intersection of literature and Taoism.
This kind of thing is more important than the "pen and ink of a literary sage". It cannot be annihilated, weathered, and disappeared at any time with the passing of time.
"Those lost literary sages studied heaven and man, understood ancient and modern times, and were also proficient in heavenly secrets and mathematics. They could not have made such a big mistake. If the "Book of Great Confucianism" was really destroyed, that Confucian and Taoist predecessor would never be called
I came to get it. There must be something in it that I didn't notice. But... what is it?"
Yang Ji looked at the sky and fell into deep thought.
The stars in the sky were brilliant, and it became darker without realizing it. Yang Ji looked at the stars in the sky, and when his eyes passed by one of the constellations, he suddenly felt shocked. In Yang Ji's perception, the position of this constellation seemed to be slightly different from before.
difference.
"Buzz!"
A flash of light flashed through his mind, and Yang Ji was shocked and suddenly understood.
"I know, I know!... It's not that the "Book of Confucianism" disappeared. It's just that I didn't look for the right place at all."
Yang Ji suddenly realized:
"To search according to the map, you only need to follow the terrain, but the positioning of the stars is different. I only noticed the designated positions of the stars, but did not notice that the positions of the stars will change at different times!"
Thinking of what happened next, Yang Ji suddenly jumped up and became excited.
The positions of the stars are not static. They change with time. Although most of the stars that can be observed with the naked eye change little with time, they correspond to their positions on the ground, which is just a tiny bit different.
A thousand miles away.
When Yang Ji thought of this moment, his heart became clear, and the previous haze was swept away.
Looking at the stars in the sky, Yang Ji calculated again. Two hours later, Yang Ji finally calculated the location of the cave.
"The place where the "Book of Confucianism" is buried is not here. It is over there!"
Yang Ji's eyes passed over the mountains and fell on another mountain peak not far away.
"Xiao Ji. Sorry to trouble you."
After arriving at the mountain peak, Yang Ji patted Xiao Ji's head again. This time Xiao Ji came out quickly.
"Sizzle!"
Xiao Ji excitedly spit out the letter and cheered in front of Yang Ji. His tail moved on the ground and he quickly wrote a line of clumsy handwriting.
"Cave, I... found the cave."
Yang Ji read out the line of handwriting that "Xiao Ji" had drawn on the ground. Seeing this line of handwriting, Yang Ji clenched his fists fiercely. He was very excited:
"Great, I finally found it!"
"I hope it's that cave!"
Yang Ji was not sure that this must be that cave, but this location, this location... Yang Ji secretly guessed that there was a high probability that it would be correct.
"Sizzle!"
At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Ji stopped, and then he dived deep into the earth. Yang Ji took a look, and saw that the place where Xiao Ji drilled was completely filled with dirt and gravel, without any passage.
"This should be because the previous passage was blocked."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
"Groan!"
There was a clear dragon roar, and the four "Guquan Swords" behind Yang Ji, which were as sharp as iron as mud, were unsheathed, flickered in the air, and instantly turned into a strong wind and penetrated into the ground.
"Go for it!"
Yang Ji activated the sword, and the sword energy spread horizontally. Countless soil and stone chips were driven by the sword energy, and flew out one after another. Xiao Ji led the way, and Yang Ji used the "Immortal Back Sword" from behind to dig the passage.
Yang Ji dug the passage at the fourth level of martial arts, and his speed was extremely fast.
"Huh? Why does it keep going down?"
Yang Ji only dug seven or eight feet, and he immediately felt that something was wrong. Cave, cave..., in a nutshell, it should be on the mountain. According to Xiao Ji's guidance, this cave should be underground, then it is not a cave.
It's a "cave".
"Did Xiaoji tell me about a cave?"
Yang Ji immediately felt something was wrong. Xiao Ji's "cultivation" of writing was not deep, so he might have misunderstood what he meant.
But Xiao Ji was excited and took the lead to drill down. Yang Ji hesitated for a while and finally decided to follow Xiao Ji and continue drilling down.
When Yang Ji first dug, the ground at the foot of the mountain was still reddish-brown rock, but the farther down, the softer and moister the soil became.
Ten feet, fifteen feet, twenty feet...
Yang Ji dug deeper and deeper, and at this time he could no longer see the two sides clearly. Yang Ji thought about it and took out the "fire avoidance bead". A reddish-brown light shone on both sides, and the tunnel became bright again.
"Why is this cave so deep? Did I guess wrong? This is not the one I'm looking for at all?"
Yang Ji frowned, and after digging for more than twenty feet, he still hadn't reached the end. At this time, Yang Ji could no longer confirm whether this was the one he was looking for.
"boom!"
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a hard feeling at the front end of the Guquan sword, as if it had encountered a layer of hard rock.
Yang Ji became more and more curious. The stone that made Guquan Jian feel hard was not an ordinary stone.
boom!
Yang Ji penetrated the blood energy into the sword, and the next moment, there was a roar. The tunnel collapsed, and pieces of broken rock fell out from the front. Behind the broken rock, a huge, tall, dark passage appeared. The passage went down.
, and I don’t know where it extends all the way.
"His!"
Seeing this passage deep underground, Yang Ji took a deep breath:
"Everything has changed and people have changed... I didn't expect that this cave has actually sunk into the ground."
Yang Ji looked in front of him. This dark passage overlapped with a certain image in his memory. It was the "entrance" to the cave that the Confucian and Taoist senior remembered.
Although time has changed and everything seems much older, there is no doubt that it is that cave.
Yang Ji took a deep breath, held the "fire-avoiding beads", and stepped into the dark passage. The passage was quiet, with only the echo of Yang Ji's footsteps.
I don’t know how long it took, but a little light suddenly appeared in front of me.
"It's really here."
Yang Ji slowly crossed the passage and stepped into the stone chamber in front. He was very excited. Over a long period of time, many changes have taken place here.
The rock layer supporting the cave has collapsed. Pieces of rock are scattered in the stone chamber.
Yang Ji stood in this stone room and suddenly had an illusion. It seemed that the era countless eras ago overlapped with the era in front of him.
The world is falling apart, time has passed, many things have been worn away, but the breath that remains has not changed.
""The Book of Great Confucianism"!"
Yang Ji looked at the stone platform in the center and read out the writing on the cover of the thick hard-cover book on the stone platform. It was a large book over a foot long, twice the size of an ordinary book.
The cover of the book is glowing with white light, and the surface shows the complicated mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, exuding an ancient atmosphere. The "Book of Great Confucianism" on the cover gives people an extremely heavy feeling, as if it carries countless time, history, and incomprehensible things.
The burden of words.
Yang Ji's guess was not wrong. Although time has changed and eras have changed, this book, which carries countless hopes for the revival of Confucianism and Taoism, has not been annihilated or disappeared with time.
Yang Ji looked at the big book on the stone platform more than five feet high. His heart was heavy. He wanted to take it, but he didn't want to take it. Yang Ji knew clearly that the "Book of Confucianism" in front of him was not just a borrowed book. Once he took it,
Passing also means a kind of commitment, responsibility and burden.
At this moment, countless images flashed through Yang Ji's mind, eight years of studying hard in a cold window, countless days and nights of fascination with that prosperous literary age, studying during the liberal arts examination, and the promise made to that senior in the evil spirit's body...
, passed through my mind one by one.
"Senior, although I don't know if I can summon the mighty river, I will definitely try my best to fulfill my promise to you!"
With this thought passing through his mind, Yang Ji stretched out his palm and solemnly held up the thick book on the stone platform.
"Snapped!"
When Yang Ji opened "The Book of Confucianism" with great expectations, he suddenly felt as if he had been slapped in the face, and his face suddenly changed.
"No writing? How could there be no writing?"
Yang Ji was shocked. He turned to the second and third pages in disbelief: "No words, no words, no words!... Why are they all blank!"
The initial excitement and expectation were gone. Looking at the blank "Book of Confucianism" in his hand, Yang Ji felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"How come there isn't? How can a wordless "Book of Confucianism" revitalize literature and morality?"
Yang Ji's face turned pale. He thought that he might not be able to find the Book of Great Confucianism, but he never expected that the "Book of Great Confucianism" was actually blank.
From the beginning to the end, Yang Ji's heart became heavier and heavier. The moment he closed the page, Yang Ji's heart felt cold.
This is actually a wordless book! (To be continued...)
