Among the remaining bookshelves, three were about medical skills, and two were miscellaneous records of various myths, only on one of the bookshelves in the far corner, the word "practice" was finally written, which was what he was looking for. Although there is only one bookshelf, it is also densely packed with four rows of books, which is enough for people to choose from.

Looking at the past book by book, you can probably guess the effect of these books from the words on the spine, and they are all from the "Juyuan Period" to the "Hongmeng Realm". Mo Zhi is delusional about his current situation, so let's honestly start with the most basic "Juyuan Period". He took out an old book and found that the book cover was written "Taishang Induction Chapter".

Mo Zhiyu remembered that this was a basic cultivation book of the Sword Heng Sect, and there was very little talk about the luck meridians, and more about persuading people to be good. The great sects have always claimed to the outside world that talent is not important, but the heart is important, so the general basic teaching materials are like this. As for the facts, it doesn't matter, that's the facts. He opened the book cover with his hand, and the beginning was a sentence: "Taishang said: 'There is no way for good and evil, only people call themselves.'" The retribution of good and evil follows you like a shadow. ’”

"There is no way for good and evil, only people call themselves. The retribution of good and evil follows you like a shadow. Mo Zhiyu silently nodded this sentence, and he couldn't help but think, is his current situation a blessing or a curse? However, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is up to people to bear it themselves, and there is no way to avoid it, but to bear it. He is now a little envious of Yun Shi's formation cultivation, if he has nothing to do, he knows everything. But people like her are also people who need to struggle with fate, so she will become what she is now, which is the so-called "the world is a chessboard, and everything is a chess piece".

Now he jumped out of everything and became an ordinary person, and then quietly recalled the past, only to find that every step he had taken since his rebirth seemed to be within her calculations. Was it because he was too late to find out, or did he never pay attention to it? I'm afraid the only time she exceeded her estimate was the time when she rescued her brother and slept in the desert.

In fact, he and her, after all, have never really understood each other. It's just that he thinks about the entanglement between the two lives, there will always be some differences, but in the end, everything is the same after all, and he is nothing special in her eyes.

Unconsciously thought of that person, Mo Zhiyu shook his head slightly, feeling that he was too useless, and if he didn't jump out of this shadow, it would be really useless. But looking at the books on this shelf, he recalled the moment when he first obtained Yuan Li, and felt that these books were probably not suitable for him, after all, he didn't rely on Yuan Li by feeling, everything was based on opportunities.

Mo Zhiyu sighed slightly, his fingers stroking the books on the bookshelf one by one, and he really had no clue. Just as he unconsciously paddled to the last book, he paused. Because this book looks older than the others, but it is the thinnest, and there is no writing on the spine. Out of curiosity, he took out the book, and found that the book had no name, and when he turned the first page, he saw not rows of detailed words, but a rubbings of inscriptions, which were also very rough and had large ink spots.

However, this is not an inscription, but a pattern of strange characters. These patterns are extremely familiar, and Mo Zhiyu was a little surprised in his heart, because these words are the words of God. Before, he could understand these words because he had the eyes of the gods, but now that he has lost his divine blood, it is impossible for him to understand these words.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhiyu frowned slightly. But he looked up again at the rows of books on the shelves, and they were so ordinary that he knew what they were talking about. Even if he read all these books, I am afraid it will not be of much help to his cultivation. So, he decided to read the one in his hand.

Mo Zhiyu flipped through a few more pages, and found that the back was also an inscription rubbing, I don't know if it was his grandfather who rubbed it from some old stone tablets, and they were all inscriptions from the era of the gods. Mo Zhiyu walked to the desk and sat down, took out a piece of paper, poured some water to regrind the ink condensed in the inkstone, and then picked up the pen and copied the inscription on the book.

He has the skill of drawing arrays, and it is not difficult to redraw the inscriptions on these pieces of paper. The whole book was only five pages, and it took him only a morning to copy it. Because he was too attentive, he didn't pay much attention to Yiyan when he came to deliver breakfast, he just ate the pimple soup without noticing that there were chili peppers in it, and then he didn't pay too much attention when Yiyan came to collect the bowl.

These inscriptions seem to have a magical spell that draws him firmly. Maybe it was the residual effect of the divine blood, or maybe it was a fluke, but unconsciously, he actually pressed all his hopes on these inscriptions, hoping that unlocking this inscription would be able to restore everything.

After having lunch hastily again, Mo Zhiyu pondered these inscriptions carefully, repeatedly spliced and compared, and finally reassembled the original inscription. He quietly looked at the inscriptions in front of him, his eyes not missing any detail on the inscriptions.

But he couldn't read it......

Without the help of divine blood, this complex inscription would have been impossible to decipher, and he was only a half-formation cultivator, let alone have any clues. And I don't know if it's the cause of the serious injury, he looks a little confused, and even sleepy.

"It seems that the force is too strong," he kept his eyes on his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows with his hands, "After all, it is the formation of the Protoss, and if you read it wrong, you will go crazy." ”

After all, it was the first day, and his body was too weak, so he couldn't rush and decided to stop here today. So he put the paper back on the table, folded it up and put it in his sleeve, and put the book back on the shelf. When he walked out of the study, he found that it was almost dusk.

But he felt some kind of power emanating from Luo Yiying's room, and besides, there was no one in this place now!

Mo Zhiyu hurriedly ran to Luo Yiying's room, and as soon as he retreated and opened the door of the room, he was stunned, because he found that everyone was here, Yaoqing, Yiyan, Hu Hansan, and even Meow Qiu and Tiantian's panda!

Hu Hansan noticed Mo Zhiyu and made a silent gesture to him. Then Mo Zhiyu noticed that Yao Jing's hand was pressing on Luo Yiying's eyebrows, and a faint brilliance shone out from between her fingers and Luo Yiying's eyebrows, which was the source of the power that Mo Zhiyu had felt before.

(End of chapter)