However, to think about it differently, when you are hungry, you can't order takeout, and you can cook for yourself, which is also a very happy thing!

Yuan Wanying soon stopped worrying about this problem, she returned to the library cabinet, and the bookworms cleverly ran to the bookshelf, fanning their wings, and soon, one by one, the blank books were filled with words again.

Yuan Wanying picked up a book casually, the book is called "Theory of Immortals", which mainly tells that immortals and mortals are not different in nature, immortals are cultivated by mortals, it can be said that mortals are the foundation of immortals, so immortals should not be high, but should be sympathetic to mortals.

Yuan Wanying blinked, isn't this the one proposed by Mozi in the controversy of a hundred schools?

She put down the "Theory of Immortals" and picked up another one, called "Immortal Law", the content of this book is completely different from the previous one, this one emphasizes the rule of law by law, immortals have immortal laws, people have laws, whether immortals or mortals, they must abide by the law.

Eh, Han Feizi's Legalist doctrine?

One by one, Yuan Wanying found theoretical books of almost every school in the era of Chinese history when the heroes were competing and the theories were blooming.

Yuan Wanying was very sure that Huaguo was definitely closely related to this secret realm of Wenzong.

The beautiful boy beetle hovered in the air, watching her flip through one book after another, seeing that her face was sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Can you understand everything?" ”

Yuan Wanying looked up at the little man and responded as a matter of course: "Of course! ”

Even though the beautiful boy had a premonition in his heart, he was still shocked, and stammered to confirm: "Really, really? ”

Yuan Wanying smiled: "Of course it's true, what's there to lie to you." ”

The beautiful boy snortle looked confused: "But for thousands of years, they can't read it-"

Yuan Wanying was more confused than him, she thought that the main reason for the knowledge gap in Wenzong was that the books were too difficult, but she looked through these basic books and found that the writing was very similar to the Chinese classics, which were a little obscure when she first read them, and she understood them after reading them a few more times-

Wait, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, Wenzong's illiterate can't be born like this, right?

I read it once, but I couldn't read it, so I gave up?!

Yuan Wanying thinks that this may be the case.

She sighed, looked at the beautiful boy Shuyi, and said seriously: "In my hometown, there is an old saying that has been handed down since ancient times, which is called reading a book a hundred times and seeing its own meaning——"

Before the words fell, before she could explain the meaning of the sentence, the bell she had tied to her waist suddenly rose into the air and returned to its original size, and at the same time, the bell body swayed wildly—

One after another visible ripples spread outward with the ringing bell as the core, and in the rapid and loud bells, accompanied by Yuan Wanying's voice, they were repeated over and over again:

Read the book a hundred times, and you will see its meaning!

……

Ran to the mountains and forests with great interest, just caught a colorful wild pheasant, and the eighth senior brother who was looking happy was a literary idiot, his hand was loosened, and he looked dazed: "Read the book a hundred times, and see its righteousness?" ”

……

Stepping on the flying sword, thousands of miles in an instant, the second senior brother Wen Mi, who finally arrived in the South China Sea, stumbled under his feet, and almost fell from a height of 10,000 miles, his face changed greatly: "Read the book a hundred times, and see its righteousness??" ”

……

Sent away a group of junior brothers, alone, and occupied the head of all the little junior sister's stickers, Wen Chai, who was admiring the little junior sister's stickers painfully and happily, and suddenly sounded in his ears The voice of the little junior sister Hong Zhong Da Lu sounded: "Read the book a hundred times and see its righteousness——"

His eyes went from confused to determined, and finally, there was a strong impulse-

He wants to read! He wants to read!

He—

He couldn't sit down, so he raised his hand directly, raised his hand and summoned the natal magic weapon, but it was a green-skinned gourd, thrown into the sky, and the palm-sized small gourd rose when he saw the wind, and in a blink of an eye it became the size of an adult man, lying horizontally in front of Wen Chai.

Wen Chai directly straddled the depression in the middle of the gourd, pointed to the mountain of books with his hand, the head of the gourd was slightly raised, shrunk back, and then rushed out with a roar.

As if he was going to the street to buy a vegetable and had to take the high-speed train, Wen Chai arrived at the library mountain in the blink of an eye, and as soon as he put away the gourd, he saw a sword light, a ring ruler, a bamboo basket, and an old cow, a wine pot and an inkstone, hovering in front of the library mountain.

The only eight disciples of Wenzong, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea idiots, did not fall behind, and they all arrived!

At this time, the bell of the bell did not stop at all, and the voice of the little sister still resounded all over the mountains: "Read the book a hundred times, and see its righteousness!" ”

The junior brothers looked at the senior brother together, and stopped talking: "Senior brother in charge, isn't it-"

Wen Chai nodded affirmatively: "That's right, the voice of enlightenment, the words of the sage." ”

Legend has it that in the ancient era of the flood and famine, the human race was struggling to survive, and in the dark, the voice of the saint spread all over the four fields:

"Take two trees, sharpen one of them, put straw on it, and spin it in the other wood to get the fire of the sun."

"Take wood to build a house on a high place, it can keep out the wind and rain, it can keep out wild beasts, and it can resist the cold."

……

One after another sage voices, people gradually broke away from the ranks of beasts, and gradually became the master of this secret realm, thus expanding everywhere, conquering one secret realm after another, and finally achieved, Xiuzhen Great World,

The secret news of the flood desolation flashed in Wen Chai's mind, and his heart was inexplicably stained with a little sadness - today, Wenzong has fallen to the point where there are only nine disciples left, who still remembers that the secret realm of Wenzong was the source of the rise of the Xiuzhen Great World at the beginning!

Listening to the sound that was still in his ears in mid-air, Wen Chai solemnly sorted out his clothes, took a deep breath, and took the lead in stepping into the library pavilion, which he hadn't been to for a long time.

All the junior brothers glanced at each other, followed the example of the senior brother, first tidied up their appearance, and then stepped into the library pavilion.

Wen Chai looked around the first floor, but did not find the figure of the little junior sister, so he went directly to the second floor.

As soon as he stepped on the second floor, he was stunned, the little junior sister grabbed the Ming Wen Zhong in her hand, and tried hard to hold it, it could be seen that Ming Wen Zhong also wanted to cooperate with her very much, but she couldn't control the bell body at all.

It seems that the little junior sister is tickling the Ming Wen Bell, and the Ming Wen Zhong is being scratched and twisted, which is extremely pitiful.

Wen Chai clenched his hand into a fist, put it to his lips and coughed lightly twice: "That, little junior sister, I can't hold it-"

Yuan Wanying heard the voice, subconsciously turned back, as soon as the strength of her hands was loosened, the bell immediately rose into the air, as if she had been suppressed a little hateful just now, when Dangdang Dang, a series of dense bells rang, and even Yuan Wanying's voice that came out with the bell was also a lot faster, like a rap on the earth:

"Read the book and the book a hundred times, and you will see its own meaning—"