When Mr. Zeng awarded the book to Huo Zongtang, he said with a stern expression: "This is a bronze work, although it is only a 'popular book', and it cannot be compared with the original work." But it is enough for rookie learning. Books are sages, I hope you cherish them! ”

Huo Zongtang bowed and respectfully accepted the book.

As a result, when he looked at the cover, Huo Zongtang stumbled and almost fell.

Lu Xun!?

"Diary of a Madman"!?

Huo Zongtang banged in his head, and he felt really crying and laughing. In the previous life, many middle school students had a headache as soon as they came into contact with Lu Xun's articles, but they didn't expect that after being reincarnated, they would encounter Lu Xun's articles again!

Moreover, this is still a bronze work!

He returned to his seat with the book in his hand in a complicated mood, Wan Jia looked at him with a strange expression, and asked with some concern: "Why, I was so happy and stupid to get the bronze work of Master Lu Xun?" ”

The corners of Huo Zongtang's mouth twitched. Happy yarn. If you want to put it in your previous life, how many middle school students will be happy when they see Lu Xun's works, if they don't immediately turn their faces and burn books.

Wan Jia said with a serious expression: "Master Lu Xun's works are profound and critical, but they are the best textbooks for cultivating soul attack power, you can study them well." Beware of Huang Guozhang's gang using his work against you. ”

Soul Attack Power!?

When Huo Zongtang heard this, he put away his extra thoughts and carefully looked at the textbook at hand.

At first glance, he was stunned again. Every word in this book, from the front cover to the back cover, turned out to be handwritten! Could it be that this is a manuscript?

When I opened the text again, it turned out to be the vertical format of the Republic of China, the antique paper was tinged with a faint yellow, and the text inside was also a traditional calligraphy, which was almost the same as the Lu Xun manuscript he had seen in his previous life. Judging from the ink and handwriting, there is no trace of printing in the whole book. In other words, this book was copied by man one by one.

And looking at the handwriting, it is very similar to Mr. Lu Xun's handwriting, and it should have been imitated diligently. One by one, the ink characters are full of strength and spirit, with an invisible magical power behind them, as if they want to suck their minds into it at a glance.

"This ......"

Wan Jia saw that he looked weird, so he explained again.

It turns out that all of Han Xing's literary works containing soul energy are copied manually. Although it is possible to print books in large quantities, the words printed in this way will lose their spirituality and spiritual power.

The "printing workers" employed by the publishing house are all literary cultivators with spiritual superpowers. In the process of copying, the "printer" perceives the "essence" of the work with superpower, and then infuses his own spiritual power into the process of copying, and "copies" it, and then the "copied" work can restore part of the soul essence of the original work.

Of course, due to the extremely complex soul power itself, except for a very small number of super-first-class literary masters, it is difficult for anyone to highly replicate the soul essence of the original work. Being able to restore six or seven percent is already remarkable. As for ordinary "soul printers", they can generally only reproduce one ten-thousandth to one hundredth of the soul power of the original work.

This version, which retains only one-ten-thousandth of the essence of the soul, is called the "popular version". Like the "Diary of a Madman" that Huo Zongtang saw, the original work is of course a bronze masterpiece, but what he has in his hand is only a popular copy "copied" by later generations, which contains only one-ten-thousandth of the spiritual power of the original work.

Of course, even one-ten-thousandth of the soul energy of the original work is enough for these students who have just entered the palace of literature to learn.

On top of the popular version, there are many more advanced versions. The version that can restore one percent of the soul essence is called the "essence book". Written by a famous artist, it can restore one-tenth of it, which is called "famous collection". There are master annotations, which can restore three or four to fifty tenths, which is called "master annotations". And even the "lone original work" created by the original author himself, due to the laws of heaven and earth in this world, cannot carry 100% of the author's soul superpower, but can only leave a very ** soul power, and the rest are invisibly lost.

Of course, the more advanced the version, the stronger the soul power it contains, and the higher the value. Literary cultivators and forces of different levels are all proud to have obtained a book of authentic works by famous artists. Just like Master Mo Yan, who just won the Nobel Prize, his manuscript of "Sandalwood Punishment" has been marked on the market with a sky-high price of tens of millions of gold soul points, and this price can even buy the territory of a small country in Africa.

But then again, Master Mo Yan would never sell his original manuscript. In last year's Nobel Prize showdown, he relied on several original manuscripts such as "Sandalwood Punishment" to defeat Tsubaki Murakami, how could he be willing to sell it.

After listening to Wan Jia's introduction, Huo Zongtang slowly rubbed the cover of this popular book and had a new feeling for it.

Mr. Zeng said from the podium: "Although this "Diary of a Madman" is only a popular version, it is an excellent teaching material for everyone to cultivate soul attacks. I'm going to read it aloud to you, and let's take a closer look at what you feel in your head. ”

So, Mr. Zeng opened the book and read it aloud.

At the beginning, everyone felt that there was nothing abnormal about listening and reading as usual, but slowly, I don't know what was going on, everyone's minds seemed to be locked in the sound he made, and their consciousness could no longer escape for half a minute.

“…… I opened the history and checked, this history has no age, and the words "benevolence, righteousness and morality" are written on every crooked page. I couldn't fall asleep, and I looked carefully for half the night, only to see the words in the cracks, and there were two words written all over the book that were "cannibalism"! ”

Mr. Zeng's voice was undulating and charming, and he finally read one of the core passages of the whole text. At this time, the whole class felt a tingling pain in their brains at the same time, as if someone had taken a sharp steel needle and stabbed it on the head!

"Ahh

"It hurts!"

Some people held their heads in their hands, and others trembled slightly. The students in the entire classroom immediately fell into a large area.

Mr. Zeng didn't raise his eyes, but the whole class felt an invisible force blowing, as if there was an invisible wave of water scanning everyone.

This is Mr. Zeng perceiving the mental condition of the students with his mind.

The spiritual power swept away in the class, but Teacher Zeng was a little surprised in his heart. There are even a few students who can still maintain their composure when they are suddenly "pierced" by their souls! This determination and determination are not ordinary. This also shows that the soul defense of these students is a cut above the rest of the students.

Teacher Zeng stopped halfway through the book. "How did everyone feel just now?"

Many students cried and shouted: "Teacher, we have a headache to death, like pouring a basin of ice water from my head in the winter, my brain hurts so much!" ”

"It's like a needle a few inches long piercing your brain!"

Looking at the students' palpitating expressions, Teacher Zeng smiled. "Let's stop shouting pain, calm down and feel it, is there anything more in your spiritual world besides pain?"

When the students heard this, they hurriedly closed their eyes and concentrated on it, feeling their soul world.

"Huh?" Someone was the first to cry out, with a hint of surprise in his voice.