After reading the content on this page, Zhang Ze already admired the author's rich imagination, but it was indeed an interesting story. He had seen a book before, and he was known for being a hero, and probably there would be the answers he wanted to know, but after reading the first page, he found that this book was almost a fantasy novel story, 10,000 years ago? Even if this story is true, who cares about 10,000 years ago? It is indeed very attractive, but he can't continue to waste time on it.

When he put the book back in one place, the night breeze came into the cave, and it was strange that the lights in the cave did not flicker and dance at all.

The shadow entered the wall, and Zhang Ze was about to step forward, but suddenly stopped and said "huh" to the book just now. It turned out that the night wind entered the cave and turned a few pages of the book, and there were three words on that page that were particularly eye-catching, for Zhang Zeji.

"Little one-kun. ”

Of course, this is not a complete name, but it has been repeated several times in Zhang Ze's mind.

Zhang Xiaozhi! Zhang Xiaozhi.

Maybe when the uncle went to Lonely Mountain, he changed his name to Xiaoyi, so Zhang Xiaozhi became Zhang Xiaoyi, and was finally written into a fantasy novel by an unscrupulous author and became a "Xiaozhijun".

Zhang Ze already felt that his forehead seemed to be sweating, but it was not too hot. He picked up the book again, found the words about "Little Gentleman" and continued to read, but disappointingly, turning dozens of pages forward, and dozens of pages back, the word "Little Gentleman" only appeared once. He read it from beginning to end, making sure that it only happened once, and then he relaxed, but his heart was extremely disappointed. The paragraph containing the words "Little Jun" is in fact only a few dozen words, and there is no clue at all.

"In the autumn of the same year, Xiao Zhijun came to Gushan to fight, but the result is unknown. ”

......

In the same year, perhaps when he was twelve years old, in the autumn, the uncle went to Gushan, and never came back, and in the following years, the name Zhang Xiaozhi disappeared from the mainland. Time can be described as the most ruthless, and Zhang Xiaozhi's name that shook the continent has now been forgotten by the world.

Zhang Ze had already put the book in his arms, and although he believed that it was originally a fantasy and absurd novel, and that it was meant to relieve the boring years, he still memorized the passage containing "Little Jun" in his mind.

Is it just a little knowing?

The bright lights and candles in the cave seem to never burn, and the morning blows away from the night, and the sky ushers in the dawn.

I read the novel all night last night, so I was naturally sleepy, so I lay down on the lying stone and fell asleep, and when I woke up naturally, it was already dusk on the third day.

The sunset still penetrated a little red into the hole, and the figure sitting at the entrance of the cave reading a book looked very clear under the background of this dusk.

"Breakfast was placed on the left side of the lying stone and I took it to eat. ”

The so-called breakfast is nothing more than a few steamed buns and a can of porridge and a box of pickles. Zhang Ze has been in this library for the past three days, and now even the steamed buns and pickles are extremely delicious, and even Li Qingyi wants to know if he has taken the wrong thing.

"If I don't bring these things today, you'll probably starve to death here. Li Qingyi put down the scroll and looked at his eating appearance and said, "It's hard to imagine that a well-known idler in the lonely mountain would study so hungrily in the library that he forgot to eat and was about to starve to death?"

There was no other sound except pickles and steamed buns.

Li Qingyi suddenly said: "What are you looking for in the Book Pavilion? If you want to know, you might as well tell me, I have been in the Book Pavilion for decades, maybe I will help you find it." ”

Zhang Ze had already eaten the second steamed bun and then drank a mouthful of black rice porridge, and said vaguely: "It's a secret, so you can't help me." ”

"Secret?" Li Qingyi smiled; "I believe it." ”

Zhang Zeji suddenly asked, "What were the ancestors of those demons like tens of thousands of years ago?"

Li Qingyi said: "I'm not from that world, I don't know. ”

"Could that author come from the previous world?" Zhang asked.

Li Qingyi paused and said, "You were talking about that "Haojielu", I didn't expect you to believe the above. Inscription cloud: A collection of what he has seen and heard in his life. How absurd does this sound? Although the author's writing is brilliant, and the book is like a war between man and a demon, and a stone outside the sky, although the legend is somewhat similar to what is recorded in the book, can a person really live for 10,000 years? Perhaps he made it up according to the legend and historical materials? It can be seen that "collecting what he has seen and heard in his life" is just a nonsense, and this book is originally an idle book for polishing time. ”

Zhang Ze had already put down the steamed bun, took out the book from his arms, and then turned to a certain page, and said: "I read this book carefully last night, just the front is some legends, but in these chapters, such as the founding of the Lonely Mountain Sword Department by the first head of the family, the Sword God Lord went to the Outer Realm and the plot of the Demon Venerable War for several days are all narrated here, don't you believe that there are six in the world? The founder of the Tianxuanmen in Kunshan in the west turned out to be a mysterious magician from a different continent. ”

Li Qingyi smiled lightly: "It is said that this is a very mysterious and fantasy time travel novel. ”

Zhang Ze has said: "People who write novels really don't have any themes to write about, and they always have so many old-fashioned themes. ”

Li Qingyi nodded and said, "Otherwise, what will you eat, how many days will you stay in this library?"

Zhang Ze had already taken a bite of the steamed bun and took a bite of pickles, and said while eating: "Naturally, after knowing." ”