In the library pavilion, an old man and a young man, walking one after the other. Ye Chen quietly listened to the old man's explanation.

"History, that is the accumulation of many eras, the traces of the existence of each generation. Books have spirit, and history books have more spirit. They are accumulated by predecessors and flowed through endless rivers of time. The old man said.

Ye Chen nodded, and his eyes were different when he was reading these books. The aura of tranquility he felt was revealed from these books, right?

Later generations have written the deeds of their predecessors and retained their great achievements, which have been engraved in the long river of time by generations of great figures. Each one has a strong potential.

After death, he was buried in heaven and earth, and it was embodied through the way of calligraphy. That's why people feel calm and mad, that is the anger of those big people who are unwilling, unwilling to bury themselves in the loess over time.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" At this time, the old man suddenly stopped, looked back at Ye Chen, and coughed lightly: "Little brother, are you looking for the history of that era?"

When Ye Chen heard this, he immediately replied: "Go back to the old man's house, what I want to find is 500,000 years ago, and there is a history about the Yellow Emperor." ”

"There is a lot of history 500,000 years ago, but the Yellow Emperor!" the old man said, suddenly looked up at Ye Chen, and said with a serious expression: "Yellow Emperor, that is the level of the Great Emperor, the strongest person in heaven and earth, under the protection of heaven and earth. There is little history about him, or many secrets, that are recorded in books.

When Ye Chen heard this, he also knew it. Everything about the Emperor is protected by the heavens, and that is a great terror. It cannot be written by posterity, but can only be passed on. Those are all secrets that do not touch the deepest level, otherwise you will judge a generation of emperors privately, even if he has been dead for many years, you will be punished from heaven.

Every generation of emperors is the chosen one, if you go to speak and judge privately. Then you are denying the power of heaven, and endless thunder will descend. Unless, you're stronger than that person.

"Still, old man, I want to see, I want to find something. Ye Chen said.

The Yellow Emperor, if it is according to what the old man Shicun said, then he has a certain relationship with Ye Chen. Because both of them are from the same planet, although they are separated from the Yellow Emperor in ancient Chinese history, there are endless years. But Ye Chen still wanted to verify it, if it was really as the old man said, in the endless time, someone had tampered with history. Could it be that there is a record of how to get home?

The old man looked at Ye Chen, his skinny face was full of seriousness. A pair of sunken eyes, deep eyes, squinted slightly, staring at Ye Chen. Ye Chen felt that under these eyes, his whole body was penetrated, and he appeared in the old man's deep and terrifying eyes.

In fact, Ye Chen didn't know that he was a witch, the most mysterious witch here, and he couldn't even write everything about him in the history books that remembered history. Born shrouded in mystery, no one can see through it.

The same is true of the elderly, who cannot see through. This caused a lot of waves in the old man's heart, but it was only for a moment. After all, the world is big!

"Your name is Ye Chen, right?" the old man said.

"Huh?" Ye Chen was a little puzzled by the old man's sudden question, but he still replied politely: "That's right, old man, my name is Ye Chen." ”

"Hehehe, you don't have to call me an old man. Just call me Tuwei. The old man said.

After speaking, the old man covered his mouth again and coughed lightly!

"Tu Wei?" Ye Chen thought lightly, and then smiled. Since the old man told himself his name, it proved that he had a good impression of himself. Ye Chen immediately replied with a smile: "Okay, Grandpa Tuwei." I remembered. ”

"Hehehe!" Tu Wei chuckled, and then muttered in a low voice, "Grandpa?"

"That's it, that's it!" Tu Wei waved his hand lightly and said slowly, "Just count down the second row, the one hundred and eighty-second bookshelf." ”

When Ye Chen heard this, he showed a happy smile, and then thanked the old man Tu Wei again and again!

"Ahem, ahem!" Tu Wei coughed lightly and said slowly, "Go ahead!" but young people should not be too ambitious. Tuwei admonished.

After speaking, Tu Wei coughed lightly a few times, turned around, and continued to hold the feather duster in his hand, cleaning in rows and rows.

When Ye Chen heard this, he was stunned for a moment, the old man regarded him as a person who was going to learn the Yellow Emperor's law.

"Look up to the demeanor of the predecessors, so as to learn the law of the predecessors!" "Tu Wei is right, Ye Chen is a person who wants to learn the law of the Yellow Emperor.

Ye Chen shook his head lightly and smiled bitterly, no wonder Old Man Tu Wei thought so. After all, it was a generation of emperors, and if you want to find the history of a generation of emperors, if you don't have any hope, you can't talk about it.

Ye Chen thought about it, and couldn't help but think of the woman she saw at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, what she said to herself: "I'm going back after preaching!"

What is preaching? Ye Chen didn't even know what preaching was. Is it a certain state on the path of cultivation? Or is it something?

Ye Chen shook his head, trying to calm his heart. Then he set off to find the bookshelf that the old man had spoken of.

"Eighty-seven, eighty-eight... Walking slowly, counting in a whisper. The palm of your hand gently brushes over every bookshelf you walk by.

Old man Tuwei said that there is a piece of history written in every book here. Ye Chen's fingers brushed lightly, every book was very cold, it was a trace of history, a proof of the passage of time. Every book here has a lot of history buried and written a long river of time.

"One hundred and eighty-two!"

Ye Chen stopped and looked fixedly, there were many books neatly placed on the shelves.

"Is this all about the history of the Yellow Emperor?" Ye Chen muttered quietly. Then he carefully pulled out a copy of it, which was as thick as a "Dictionary of Idioms". As soon as the book was started, a cold feeling came out of Ye Chen's palm and spread throughout his body.

The books are old and unpretentious, undamaged, but you can see the traces left by history.

Ye Chen didn't stop, and directly turned the first page.

"Huh?"

Ye Chen exclaimed.

"This?"