Han Qian silently flipped through the book, and when she came back to her senses, she looked at the sky outside, judging by the position of the sun, it was already noon at this time. Through the glass, the outside is dazzling, and it is a beautiful weather that makes it easy to hallucinate.

Another whole morning, still nothing to be gained. However, looking at the row of books on the bookshelf marked 'Shennong', which still has a small half left, she thought, after all, she has read so much, maybe she will find a way in the afternoon.

It's time for lunch, she should go back to Longyun Mountain. In the past few days, shuttling between the two mountains every day, the ropeway has become much more friendly. Of course, this is without thinking of George Streamer.

The shallow spiritual root is so low that it can be said that the people of the entire Immortal Pavilion can't look down on it, but George Streamer just wants to be unhappy with himself.

Mucha woke up from a beautiful sleep and flew out of her shallow ears, "Why don't you go to dinner yet?" I don't have your stomach to hold this time. He deliberately flew out of his shallow ears to remind her to go to dinner.

Ever since he was poisoned by the poison, Mucha had seen Han Qian for the first time. Compared to himself, she was indeed too thin, and he had to supervise her to eat well every day.

"I'll go." Han Qian replied.

Mucha nodded, "Still haven't found a way?" He asked with concern. He still needs to stay in Han Qian's body for many years, but Han Qian has not asked this question in a serious way.

Han Qian shook his head, crossing over here... She's really...

"I believe in you, there will be a way." Mucha raised his head seriously and said to Han Qian, who was leaning against the bookshelf.

Han Qian suddenly felt a burst of warmth in her heart, this may be after she crossed here. The only words I heard that made me feel warm and firm.

Han Qian half-squatted down and looked at the four or five-year-old child in front of him. She herself is constantly contradictory, but she didn't expect him to say that he believes in himself. "Mucha, thank you." It turns out that saying thank you can also make people feel good.

Mucha shook her head, and stopped talking. He knew that he had harmed Hanqian. "I continued to sleep~" he said.

Han Qian nodded. Mucha turned back into a drop of water and burrowed back into her ear.

Han Qian entered the kitchen, and after a while, the stove master brought up a beef plate that was only about two and a half catties. This was not to be expected, but really, the food began to slowly decrease.

Before, it was in urgent need of replenishment, but now, it is necessary to need less at the beginning, and there is no need to make up for it. After she finished eating the beef, she returned to Condor Mountain and began a bloody battle for the afternoon.

The sun was starting to set in the west, and it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Mucha flew out of his ears. "I'll help you find it~" After last night's rest and today's rest, Muxia's spirit is obviously much better.

He didn't stay in his stomach, he didn't have the smell of blood, and he rested a little better. Although, after changing the 'bed', he is still not used to the cold and shallow of becoming a carnivore all at once, but he is trying to adapt.

"Are you literate?" Han Qian asked.

Mucha nodded, "I don't know how to be literate." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Han Qian, because he was relatively short, he couldn't get a book.

Han Qian's mind was on finding a way at the moment, so he naturally didn't care too much about such a trivial matter as whether he could read or not. Didn't you cross over and know the 'word' here for no reason?

Mucha is a child after all, and after reading the books for a while, he begins to move, sometimes piling up the books at the bottom of the bookshelf like a well, and sometimes piling up the books like a house. Even, after a while, he ran downstairs again.

His figure dangled upstairs and downstairs like a miniature clip.

"Ahem~" There was a choking sound downstairs.

Han Qian didn't care, and continued to seriously want to find a glimmer of life in these books. Then, I heard two more sounds of "cough~", a very uncomfortable sound. She threw the open book in her hand onto the bookshelf and walked downstairs.

Behind the staircase, Mucha is already a big flower face full of dust. And he continued to cough.

It seems that it choked a lot of dust. Han Qian remembered that when he was a child, his father fooled himself and said that soybean flour was particularly fragrant, and it would be more fragrant if he let him smell it closely. As a result, in one breath, the whole nose is full of soybean flour...

Muxia's appearance brought out Han Qian's mood for a while. It turned out that he was playing behind the stairs, and the books that were about to be 'abandoned' or repaired were suffering.

"Well, these books, it seems that the text is different from other books~" Mucha looked at Han Qian and said. This is something he was playing around with and accidentally noticed.

Han Qian heard that the 'word' was different, which was strange. Approached and squatted down. Pick up the two books that have already been sorted out by Mucha. Actually, it's a small seal... Han Qian, who was born in Chinese language and literature, used to be quite interested in Xiao Seal, but he read some of them when he was bored.

All the books here are in otherworldly scripts. Seeing the small seal, Han Qian naturally gave birth to a sense of intimacy. So, why is there a small seal here? Han Qian held one of them, and she didn't recognize the two words on the shell. I opened it and saw that it was blank, and I turned several pages in a row, and they were blank. It's not a few pages in total...

She sighed. Dafan such a book, there must be mysteries in it, either treasures, or immortal laws, talismans and the like. However, the correct way to open it is unknown.

So I took the second book and read it, and the word "sacrifice" was written on the shell. She opened the book, and the little seal ~ was scratched at a glance, and her eyes were full of dazzles, but she could still understand some of them.

It's all about the sacrifices... This man was probably a priest who presided over the rite or someone who had something to do with the priestly rite. So it's equivalent to a sacrificial diary. Han Asa was a little disappointed. Looking at this text, it was not easy for an ancestor of the same race to appear here, and he wrote these things?

Han Qian couldn't help but complain a little about this old ancestor~

"What, don't you have what you need?" Mucha asked.

Han Qian shook his head, even if the book with blank words was within the treasure and immortal law, if his body couldn't get better, the treasure and the immortal law might not be useful.

She flipped through it in distraught. Suddenly, when she saw the word 'weak', she couldn't help but fix her eyes. Then, flip through the pages first. Look at it from the beginning.

This one is also a diary about sacrifices.

It's about sacrificing to the 'moon god'. It is about how to perform the ritual of worshipping the moon god; It is nothing more than how to bathe and change clothes before the ceremony, and smoke incense to open the valley. What is the number of people who are liturgical? Distribution of male and female ratios. There is also what is the song that is exclusive to the ceremonial time and how to sing it.

Legend has it that the moon god was originally a weak woman, but her spiritual roots were extremely high. Frailty and sickness accompanied her until she ascended to immortality. Therefore, everyone used the spirit horse heart as a sacrifice, hoping that the 'moon god' would be healthy...

This 'diary' made Han Asa so happy that he barely jumped. The heart of the spirit horse can make the gods strong....

It is true that the moon god is 'thin', and with the pious attitude of the previous people, it must have been a sharpened head to please the moon god. The spirit horse's heart can make people strong, and this must have been passed down after countless trials.

Mucha saw Han Qian's happy expression, "You found it?" He was so excited that he wiped his big cat face.

Han Qian's eyes flashed, and he looked at Mucha and nodded happily. If it weren't for the little guy in front of her, she probably didn't know when she would find it. Thank you too, the old ancestor... Left wisdom~