Even in the early hours of the morning, there were many students studying tirelessly.
I was really sleepy, so I lay down on the table and slept for a while.
After waking up, continue studying.
Kyoto University has many talented people, but there are also people who endure hardships and struggle.
Li Xiang thanked him in a low voice, then sat down and started reading through the books.
"History of the Decline and Fall of the Qin Dynasty", "On the Development of the Han Empire", "A Study of the Life of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty"...
Many books have turned yellow.
During the decades of the Great Cataclysm, Kyushu faced an existential crisis. Villages and towns disappeared, cities fell, and there were gaps in technology and culture.
After entering the ancestral era, people's lives gradually stabilized.
Some colleges and universities were rebuilt.
Kyoto University is one of the top universities in Kyushu.
Carrying the banner of cultural and even civilizational recovery.
After the reconstruction of Kyoto University, the first thing to do was to establish a library and collect books nationwide.
Each original book or manuscript is integrated into this huge and magnificent library.
Many books are already unique copies.
Li Xiang gently took a book.
His fingers slowly slid over the cover of the book.
"I have an impression of this book "A Study of the Chenqiao Mutiny"."
"It was sent here by a young man named Zhao Zixuan."
"It was raining that day, so he wrapped the box containing the books with his clothes. The books didn't get wet, but he got soaked."
"He was relieved when the book was delivered to the library."
"After we chatted, we learned that these books had been collected by his grandfather for many years. During the great cataclysm, the city where they were located was hit by a tide of beasts."
"When the old man ran away, a vicious beast bit his legs. He used his last bit of strength to throw the box containing the books to his family."
"He values these books more than his life."
The Immortal with Long Eyebrows exhaled a faint breath and murmured:
"Culture may have faults, but the fire can never be extinguished."
"Some things are worth protecting with our lives."
Li Xiang felt that the book in his hand suddenly felt a little heavier.
He opened it gently.
I saw three words written in willow script on the title page: Zhao Siwen.
At the corner of the book, there is a faint crimson color that spreads to the name.
It's the blood stained on it.
In front of Li Xiang's eyes, he seemed to see the scene of the dying old man struggling to throw the book box out.
All around were ferocious beasts, screaming people running away in panic.
The ferocious monster bit his legs.
His life has reached a critical point.
How desperate he must have been at that time.
You can see the book box being picked up by your grandson.
He should have seen a ray of light from the darkness of despair.
this ancient nation.
A civilization that has been passed down for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
This is how it is passed down from generation to generation.
Li Xiang was silent, flipping through page after page.
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal seemed to sense the change in his mood, gave the young man a meaningful look, and left quietly.
outside the door.
Seeing the Long-Eyebrow Immortal come out, the old man in the wheelchair asked: "How is it?"
The immortal with long eyebrows said: "You are not a big girl, why are you so ashamed? Why don't you just go and see it yourself?"
The old man snorted, "You are so impatient when I ask you to do something? Without my research results, how could you have returned to your ancestors for the fourth time so smoothly?"
"Okay, okay, keep talking about this shit."
The Immortal with Long Eyebrows waved his hand to the middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair, "Xiao Li, your father and I will talk alone for a while."
The middle-aged man bowed.
The Immortal with Long Eyebrows pushed his wheelchair and strolled through the quiet campus.
There are trees planted on both sides of the road, and street lights pass through the branches and leaves, paving mottled light and shadow on the bluestone pavement.
The Immortal with Long Eyebrows admitted his defeat in a tone of voice: "I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to meet an old scoundrel like you."
The old man raised the corners of his mouth proudly, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly covered his chest and coughed violently.
The sound of coughing made the middle-aged man far behind feel worried.
The long-browed immortal frowned, and gently placed his right palm on the old man's back, passing through a stream of pure spiritual energy.
The old man's coughing slowed down, and some color returned to his pale face. He sighed, "This half of my body is buried in the earth."
"I have taught so many students, but there is no one who can truly inherit my legacy."
"That girl Xiao Su, she can barely get involved."
"It's a pity that she was too pessimistic and returned to Tongzhou Prefecture, unable to achieve much."
The old man's face was dejected.
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal said: "So you have your mind set on this guy Li Xiang?"
The old man did not deny it: "In just a few days, he returned to his ancestors twice, and both of them were still Zhang Zhenren and Fudo Mingwang, an astonishing ancestral spirit. I said I have no idea. Do you believe it?"
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal shook his head, "Returners to their ancestors are not necessarily suitable for research. You are the best example."
The old man smiled bitterly, "If I were to return to my ancestors, I might be able to live a few more years and push the research progress forward, but it's a pity..."
He was silent for a moment, raised his head, and looked at the night sky through the gap between the sycamore trees with his cloudy eyes, "Do you think there are really gods in the sky?"
The Immortal with Long Eyebrows was a little displeased: "You are so dark under the lamp."
"hehe."
The expression on the old man's face was rather disdainful, "Just you? You guys?"
He waved his hand, "People call you Thirty-Six Immortals, do you really think you are gods?"
"A return to the ancestors is nothing but the awakening of the bloodline genes of the ancestors."
"Even if you are 100% compatible, you are not really gods."
"For example, Old Man Wang, who was just an alchemy boy who was under the Supreme Lord's throne, dared to call himself Laojun and built a few houses and called them Tushita Palace without losing any shame."
"And that Yuan Xuzi, who flirts with women every day, even his close cousins, why not let Shen Xuzi get it, which is embarrassing."
The immortal with long eyebrows was speechless.
Because this guy is telling the truth.
The outside world believes that those who return to their ancestors at the fourth level are immortals.
But only they themselves know that the so-called immortals are just fake immortals.
Even if he could really move mountains and fill seas, he would only be touching the power of gods.
rather than its essence.
He could clearly feel that his body and soul were both flawed.
As for what was missing, he didn't know.
This problem has troubled them, the fourth-level immortals, for decades.
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal sighed, "We don't want to either."
But the old man suddenly said, "I have a guess."
The long-browed immortal was stunned.
The old man hesitated for a moment and did not speak directly. Instead, he asked: "Do you know the list of gods?"
The long-browed immortal nodded.
The list of gods is actually a list. According to legend, during the Shangzhou period, the Taigong conferred gods on the canon of gods. After death, the souls of those who are on the list will ascend to heaven and fill the throne of gods.
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal was puzzled, "Why are you suddenly talking about this?"
The old man said slowly, "There is a saying, it is called ranking in the immortal class. Since when the Grand Duke conferred the title of god, the soul filled the vacancy in the heavenly throne, what about you?"
The long-browed immortal was startled.
The old man turned around and stared directly at him, "Have you ever thought that the reason why you fourth-level reversioners cannot become true immortals may just be because... you lack a canonization?"
There seemed to be thunder exploding in the mind of the Long-Eyebrow Immortal.
Canonization?
Do gods still need to be canonized?
Who has the ability and qualifications to be canonized?
In the library.
Li Xiang picked up another book.
As if he felt something, he raised his head and looked out the window.
On the glass window of the library, a silhouette of a profile was left.
