Don't say I've read all of these books.,Even if it's sorted out, it takes a long time to sort it out.,If you read it.,I don't know when I'm going to see it...

The young man looked at this dense book, his heart was a little numb, and suddenly a cowardice struck, and in his heart he was lucky, and asked:

"Isn't it, Master, so many books were written by Prophet Chu himself? Wasn't his time apocalyptic? Where did he have so much time and find so many books to write? There are hundreds of books here..."

As soon as the words were finished

I saw Wei Zhengdao flick his hand casually, and his fingers flicked hard towards Gu Moxun's head.

The sound of "bang" was accompanied by the roar of the old man!

"Nonsense, Chu Xingyun is also a person that the old man admires, how could I lie to you with this kind of thing!!"

The speed of Wei Zhengdao was extremely fast, and Gu Moxun was caught off guard, and the young man's forehead was firmly hit by this blow, and the young man who hit him was dizzy and his eyes were dizzy.

moment

A heart-rending pain rushed to the top of his head, and the boy suddenly squatted on the ground, rubbing his forehead with both hands...

Looking at the young man with tears in his eyes and rubbing his forehead with both hands, the old man's anger seemed to have disappeared by half, and then said:

"Although there was a shortage of war in that era, there was still plenty of time to write, and there was still time to write every day in addition to survival, especially when you don't know if you will be alive tomorrow, everyone will want to use something to record everything they have done, so that one day, if you die suddenly, there will be descendants who will know what happened!

And notebooks were not like living materials, food, and weapons in those days! In those days, as long as you entered a random house, you could basically find paper and pen. ”

The old man looked at Gu Moxun, who was squatting on the ground, looking up at himself, and continued.

"At that time, people only focused on how to live, and they didn't need books and pens that couldn't be eaten or used as weapons, you kid!! I thought you were a little smarter just now, why did you start thinking about things without using your brains again!

Remember that no matter what you do or say in the future, you must think about it with your brain before you do it, otherwise it won't be as simple as playing it next time, you know? ”。

"Well, Master, I know it's wrong!"

Gu Moxun bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

The old man didn't seem to be completely angry, and continued:

"If you record your life carefully, you can write so many notes, not to mention the ups and downs of people's lives, and the events and experiences of such legendary things, it is not surprising to write so much!

You give me a look from the beginning now, give me a serious look, and look at it with my heart. If you don't care, don't sleep at night! ”

Wei Zhengdao looked at Gu Moxun, and continued:

"I want you to watch it three times, and I didn't say that I will let you finish it in one day today, this is one of your courses, you can use all the rest time to watch it every day, two years if you can't finish it in one year, and three years if you can't finish it in two years!"

After the old man finished speaking, he began to rummage through the cabinets to find the first leader's notebook written by Chu Xingyun.

He said that the notebook was the notebook that had followed Chu Xingyun for the longest time, and even if Chu Xingyun had finished writing all the places in the book that could and could not be written, he would always be with him until he passed away...

After searching for a while, I finally found a red notebook in the bookcase.

The red notebook is very worn, almost the size of a palm, quite thick, the damage is more serious, and the handwriting on the surface is not clear, and only the words "what what notebook" can be seen vaguely.

There was a gap in the center of the notebook that was pierced by a sharp blade, Gu Moxun quickly looked inside, fortunately, except for some handwriting in the front half that was damaged by the gap, with some dark red bloodstains, most of the back was written around the gap.

Looking at the gap that was almost an inch long, Gu Moxun asked with some curiosity:

"Master, how did you get this gap?"

"Hurry up and read, all your questions, the book in your hand will give you the answer, I still have some things, go out first, you look at it first, remember to read it carefully! I'm going to test you when I come back! ”。

"Yes, Yes, Master".

After speaking, the old man turned around, walked out slowly, and gently closed the door, leaving the young man alone in the study.

Seeing that the old man was gone, Gu Moxun felt relieved, quickly sat down on the desk and chair, and gently put the notebook under the lamp source with both hands.

The gentle movement seemed to be afraid that if I exerted my strength, it would make the already dilapidated notebook even more worn.

In his mind, he was still looking forward to seeing him in the book in that dream, with an aura behind him, a tall and heroic, and extraordinary savior.

I don't know what kind of vigorous, fresh and flowing handwriting he will write.

What kind of earth-shattering, heart-wrenching, and magnificent story will be in his pen.

Thinking like this, I gently turned the page of the book in my hand and turned to the first page...

I saw that the first page of the notebook was written with three beautiful characters of Chu Xingyun, and a portrait of a woman was drawn in the middle of the notebook.

There are also a few lines of poetry underneath the portrait, which are written like this:

Ten years of life and death

Don't think about it, it's unforgettable

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation...

After reading these poems, Gu Moxun suddenly felt an indescribable sadness in his heart...

Turning the page back, it is a full diary written by Chu Xingyun...

But looking at the frivolous handwriting, which appears and disappears from time to time, it seems to be written by a sick man who can't even hold a pen steadily.

Gu Moxun's scalp was numb and his eyes were full of dazzles.

I saw the young man rubbing his eyes vigorously with his hands, remembering the master's words, and muttering in his mouth: "Attentively, attentively, attentively... Be sure to be attentive."

When I opened my eyes again and looked at each word carefully, I saw that the twisted and frivolous handwriting on the notebook seemed to be written like this:

"On October 16, 2023, I woke up in the survivor camp of the Dragon Frame, and I still listened to the girl who took care of me, but I vaguely remember... I only remember the things before 2020 ...

What happened in 2020-2023, I don't remember at all ... What has happened to the world in the past three years? What's wrong with me? All of them, like a cloud of mist, always haunted me, making it difficult for me to see the direction ahead..."

Slowly...

As Gu Moxun looked more and more attentively

Those scribbled and empty handwriting seemed to begin to be clear, and slowly floated up from the notebook, flying upwards little by little, like falling leaves flying upwards into Gu Moxun's red and swollen forehead...

The red and swollen forehead was no longer so painful, and a sense of coolness was born in his mind, keeping himself awake, and vaguely letting his soul appear a little clear.

It seems that a lot of things can be seen more clearly now.

Gu Moxun touched his forehead, which was red and swollen by the old man, and touched it for a long time, but he didn't find anything abnormal.

Accidentally, I hurt myself...

"Hiss"

Gu Moxun grinned in pain, and he didn't dare to touch his forehead anymore, so he had to continue to look at it...

The words that entered the forehead formed a picture in the young man's mind, and it seemed to tell the legendary story to the young man...

The protagonist in the story, named Chu Xingyun, is a big man who is admired by thousands of people in the new era/Yuan and exists like a god.

is the savior of all survivors.

It has saved the entire human world and saved the entire human civilization from the threat of viruses, wars, and zombies.

He eventually led mankind to space and rebuilt his home in space.

And the boy also saw an incomprehensible world that shocked him through all kinds of strange things that happened in that world recorded in his notebook - the end of the world...

Slowly...

In the story of the book, the boy continues to learn, grow, perceive, grow again, and feel again, like a small sapling slowly growing in continuous watering and fertilization, and he will eventually grow into a towering tree.

This should also be a well-intentioned Weizheng Dao...

Of course, these are the stories of the next part, so let's not list them here, let's follow the main line and take a look at the legendary story of Chu Xingyun, the protagonist of this one!