Xu Xu stared wide-eyed, not knowing what to do, Zheng Shaoqiu didn't say anything when he saw this, and didn't want to care.

In this way, three days have passed in a blink of an eye, and Li Henian and Huangpu Jun still haven't seen Zheng Shaoqiu's unique skill of mending the codex, and they are inevitably a little excited at the moment.

On the surface, he naturally laughed, but secretly he slandered him, saying that Zheng Shaoqiu was deliberate, and he didn't know how to respect the old man at all......

After cursing for a while, the two old men combined, it was not a way to just do this, after all, they all had serious jobs, so after discussing it, they decided to go home.

Just as they were making up their minds, Tekko's Chu Miaozhen quietly touched it and muttered a few words in their ears.

At this time, it can be regarded as a moment of shock.

"I've seen the codex you're talking about once, and I don't know much about it. ”

"However, I have been paying attention to the faucet and the three-edged sub-mother for a long time. ”

"He locked it in the safe, the safe in the room. ”

Li Henian and Huang Pujun gasped in fright on the spot.

"Let him hand it over!"

The body is very big, the Huangpu army did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly sent a phone call to his uncle Bao Longxing, and then the order came down, the itinerary remained the same, originally left work at six o'clock every night, but now it has been changed to eight o'clock, delayed for two hours.

So, the situation is deadlocked.

And in the past few days, Zheng Shaoqiu has not run to the library again, that Director Liang is also a wonderful person, after learning the purpose of his visit to the library, he couldn't help but say, collected a large box, and sent it all to him.

Moreover, it is exactly the archaeological type he needs.

In the missing 100 years, there have been amazing changes, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are changing with each passing day.

As the population becomes more and more dense, land use becomes more and more frequent, a large project has been started one after another, and the tombs buried in the ground for thousands of years have been discovered, excavated, and rediscovered.

Director Liang prepared a lot of internal books for Zheng Shaoqiu, which benefited him a lot.

Later, Director Liang privately found Li Henian and Yan Jinsong, wanting to inquire about Zheng Shaoqiu's details, but they were rejected by both of them at the same time.

Speaking of which, Jiang is still old and spicy, these two have long become human spirits, and they still know the truth of strange goods very well.

Zheng Shaoqiu, a young genius, is like a century-old ginseng, whoever gets it has to hide it, how can he share it with others.

Although he ran into a soft nail and didn't get the answer he wanted, Director Liang felt more and more that Zheng Shaoqiu was unfathomable, and his attitude became more respectful.

Later, according to the usual practice again, after Zheng Shaoqiu went to the library, he found that Fan Qiushui had been forced to rest, and it was Director Liang who was guarding the Museum of Culture and History.

Zheng Shaoqiu also understood the other party's purpose for doing this, and he was not polite at the moment, and directly put forward the request.

In addition to the books that can't be bought on the market, there are also some original local county chronicles, which Director Liang sent to Zheng Shaoqiu's side as soon as possible, and finally he took the initiative to recommend some ancient books from the Republic of China, but Zheng Shaoqiu ignored them.

There are so many of those things in his head, he has everything, more than in books.

"Bring the door!"

Zheng Shaoqiu sat on the chair and saw Li Henian and Huangpu Jun walking in, so he said in a cold voice.

Then, he stood up, took two fire-burners from the cabinet, turned them on, and turned them directly to the highest temperature.

Seeing this scene in front of them, Li Henian and Huang Pujun looked stunned, and their eyes flashed with a strange look.

What does it have to do with closing a book?

What is a fireburner used for?

Which one is this singing?

However, despite the many doubts, they did not say much, closed the door, and sat down in their chairs like curious students.

After Zheng Shaoqiu adjusted the firearm, he closed the curtains again, and then walked to the safe.

With a few crisp sounds, the door of the safe was opened.

Li Henian stood up instantly, stood on tiptoe, stretched his long neck, and stared at it.

Huangpu Jun was not far behind, holding the corner of the table with one hand, his body was crooked forty-five degrees, his eyes were shining, and he stared at the safe.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Zheng Shaoqiu closed the safe again, and then walked to the table unhurriedly, and spread a boxy, somewhat blackened Dharma Slip on the table.

The two old men glanced at each other, and their faces suddenly changed greatly!

Huang Pujun's heart sank suddenly, and he subconsciously shouted: "What's the matter!"

"Why did it burn?"

"What kind of bastard did it!"

"It's so unbelievable!"

His voice was a little sharp, a little weird, and it sounded like a pair of big invisible hands were around his neck.

Li Henian's breathing was a little heavy, his eyes were staring at the corner of the Fati, and his arms were shaking a little uncontrollably.

"Sub...... Zizhan ......"

"Su ...... East...... Slope ......"

"Oh my God!"

"Immortals!"

"Pu Jun, you hurry up and palm your eyes to see if it's genuine or fake, ...... quickly"

"It's slick!!"

Hearing this strange scream, Huangpu Jun shuddered for a moment, no longer cared about the shocking hole, bent down, and seriously looked at the location of the payment.

"Nephew......

"Sub...... Zhan ......"

"Knock!"

After reading the last word, the Huangpu army was like a lightning strike.

He clasped the edge of the table with his left hand, and covered his chest with the other, as if his heart was beating out of his throat.

There was a constant buzzing sound in his ears, and a fine layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead......

His gaze remained on the Codex on the table.

There are not many fonts, there are about 20 in total, the knots are short and flat, and the pen and ink are rich and heavy, like a black bear in charge, and the forest is terrifying.

Words and words are seen, one light and one heavy, one large and one small, and they are scattered.

Huangpu Jun's attainments in the study are also very deep, and he has been immersed in it for decades, but at this time, he is like a ghost in the daylight, and there is a look of horror on his face that cannot be concealed.

Every word, every gesture, like a sharp blade, poked at his eyes, and like a thunderbolt, it exploded directly in his ears.

Subconsciously appeared in my mind a number of rubbings of Su Dongpo that had been handed down......

Split, control, and reorganize in pairs......

At the end, it coincides perfectly.

In this short period of effort, Huangpu Jun's back was already wet, and it looked as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He was short of breath, stretched out his finger and pointed to the Dharma Thread on the table, and hissed out: "Authentic!

As soon as the words fell, the expression on Li Henian's face suddenly froze, his eyes were about to fly out, and a muffled sound came out of his throat.

The next moment, his knees weakened, and he collapsed on the ground.