readx;??“ Even the dean and Professor Zhou can't understand it? ”

Songming's intuition is magical, and when he opens the book, he sees that the content is all handwritten, scribbled, and illegible, not so much a book, but more like a note, a note with no modification in the whole text. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Song Ming could only recognize a fraction of the handwriting alone, not to mention that there were more vague sketches, as well as something that seemed to be a mathematical formula composed of unknown letters.

According to the formal speculation, the content is somewhat complex, and generally contains poetry, philosophy, a small number of cosmological ideas, and a large number of anthropological ideas.

Among them, there are only pure poems, Song Ming can read part of them clearly, Professor Zhou annotated some difficult and miscellaneous words, plus his own guesses and conjectures, he can barely read through the general meaning, and one sentence has attracted his attention-

No one knows, the name of the mediocre!

This is the third time that Song Ming has "heard" this sentence.

The first time was in the grassy forest at the foot of Tianzhu Mountain, when the underwater village came back from the dead and asked him, "No one knows the name of the mediocre - young man, tell me your name." ”

The second time was in a certain underground water pool in the death training ground, when he was seriously injured by Qing Yan and lost consciousness, a "voice" hit his head and pulled him back to reality: "No one knows the name of the mediocre!" Is this the way you want to die? ”

Any coincidence that occurs three times is necessarily linked.

Song Ming was intuitively surprised, and then looked at the whole poem carefully (individual words are speculated):

A Brief History of Heroes

Pointed by the great sword, the stardust falls; Wherever it is famous, it is the king's land

I saw a dream called the Last Monkey

Forgive him, the begonia forest of the Emperor Star has blossomed

Humanity will eventually meet

The wheat is ripe in May, and the night is with a strong wind

Caressing the mountains, above which are endless, brilliant stars

- Slashed by a sword, the wanderer staggered by, and the stars whistled silently

Nobody knows

The name of the mediocre

I can't go back, I can't go back

Seven billion monkeys were silent together

Waiting for the judgment of the night, until

Someone saw the light of light in his sleep and began to write

Give the names of the gods to the mad dogs that ignite their blood

Yourself-

Giving the universe

……

Song Ming is not a lover of poetry, and he can't see through the specific meaning of the poem, but it is obvious that these lines of poetry are completely different from the poems he learned in school - the sentences are smooth, there are no sick sentences, and there is not even a trace of glamour, it is simply not a poem, at most it is a sentence!

But it is undeniable that these sentences have a broad artistic conception, spanning the stars and the universe, and seem to have some kind of encouraging effect, which makes people's blood boil when they read it, and they want to raise their swords and go on horses, and the stars of the sword.

The ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

After yearning, Song Ming couldn't help but lament:

"Is this the realm that a person like me who can't even be a samurai can reach......

Sighing like this, he took the book with him, calmed down a little, and instantly regained his senses:

"Although I can't understand this book, according to my experience watching movies over the years, I may have some great opportunities in the future, so I will borrow it first, and then go back and make a copy."

Now it's time to get down to business.

He came to the retrieval table, typed in the three words "Wu Tiandao", and finally got the following two books-

The first is "Wutiandao Reverie" that Song Ming has already read, and the other is called "Wutiandao Nine Styles of Blood".

The authors are all Zhou Hongyi.

Song Ming couldn't hide his excitement, and hurriedly went to the bookshelf to take out this "Wutian Dao Nine Styles of Blood", and quickly flipped through it.

Zhou Hongyi said at the beginning that the inspiration of this book is from the human body concept diagram in "The Eternal Country", and the full text is still in the stage of theory and conjecture, and has not yet received any empirical evidence, but he also assured that the theory of the Nine Styles of Blood has enough self-consistency in logic and biology.

The so-called "Nine Styles of Blood" refers to the nine basic combat skills that can be learned after opening the Martial Heaven Dao, which are: shaving the feet (body method), hardening (defense), empty blade (empty hand to white blade), hand blade (hand knife), Lan foot (foot slash), iron fist, flat palm, bear slash, and violent fall.

After a cursory reading, Song Ming was a little disappointed and said to himself:

"Nine Styles of Blood, Nine Styles of Blood, I have studied the nine forms after blood through so much detail, but I don't know anything about how to pass blood, Professor Zhou is confused, what kind of research is this?"

I don't want an old voice behind me to come faintly:

"I'm old, but I'm not confused."

Song Ming was startled, turned around and looked, it was a middle-aged and elderly man with black hair and wrinkled face, black hair was unkempt as if he hadn't taken care of it for a long time, his eyes were kind, and his facial features were shriveled - it was Professor Zhou himself!

Song Ming was instantly frightened, crying and laughing, raised his hand and slapped himself:

"I'm sorry teacher, I slap my mouth...... Why are you here? ”

Zhou Hongyi pointed to the table on the side, stroked his beard and smiled:

"You should ask me why I wasn't here just now, because I went to a meeting, and now I've just come back here, and I spend most of my time writing here, and I rarely go back to the lab and the cave house - you're right, I really don't know anything about how to pass blood, and I haven't actually studied it."

When Song Ming heard this, he couldn't help but straighten his eyes:

"You dare to write it without researching?"

Zhou Hong's face froze, and he turned to look out the window:

"I saw it with my own eyes."

A flowing breeze drifted in from the window, curling the ends of his loose hair, but it could not hide the excitement in his heart:

"Could it be that someone in this galaxy has cultivated the Martial Heaven Dao?"

Zhou Hongyi's brows furrowed, his face became heavier, and a pig's hoof-shaped palm print like Star Swirl was looming in his chest at the moment, faintly aching, which reminded him of the past--he remembered the strong curiosity when he met a certain pig back then, "Pushing (experimenting) is not the opposite" is probably what he said, after being seriously injured, he strongly recommended it several times in front of the dean, and finally let the academy invite the sleepy Elder Keqing, so that he could have the opportunity to observe this pig up close......

There is no need to talk about the past.

Seeing that the professor didn't speak for a long time, Song Ming didn't care about the solemn atmosphere, and asked directly:

"Professor, do you see my qualifications, can I cultivate the Martial Heaven Dao?"

Zhou Hongyi said coldly:

"You're already cultivating."

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Preview: Chapter 0085, the hardening of the mystery

ps: These three short poems are the original theme poems of this story, but they didn't even sign the text, and now they are put in the text, and they are prevaricated with Songming's "guess the word", which does not represent the direction of the plot. However, when I thought back to writing poetry, I studied from my freshman year to my senior year, and I wrote a lot of ancient and modern poems, and then I thought, how can I understand the essence of words? So I spent a year reading through the fifth edition of the Modern Chinese Dictionary and then classifying the words into the computer...... After that, I rarely wrote poetry, and it was too boring to chew on words.