After the two separated, Tong Xiaofeng once again embarked on a strange path, and he regretted that he didn't ask Fan Xiaopang where Yuan Quyi was. I haven't found a familiar place in such a big place. But there was one building that caught his eye.

It was a huge bungalow, and its appearance was very inconspicuous, but the sign became the thing that attracted Tong Xiaofeng's attention the most. Because there are two words written on it.

Tong Xiaofeng walked in without thinking about it, after all, his purpose was to be able to become an alien, since the academy was here, there was no need to look for Tong Yan again.

As soon as he entered the academy, Tong Xiaofeng was taken aback, obviously there was no one on the path outside, but as soon as he entered the academy, he saw more than a dozen people scattered here. Each of them was holding a book and watching, some leaning against the shelf, some sitting on the huge study table in the distance, no one made a sound, and no one was interested in him as a newcomer, which was a very good reading environment.

Tong Xiaofeng quickly examined this space with his eyes, although it was called a academy, it was obvious that this was not a place to teach, but a place to collect and read books.

"Little one, why haven't I seen you, what kind of book are you looking for? ”

This sudden sound startled Tong Xiaofeng, and he immediately looked at the source of the sound. A middle-aged uncle was sitting on his right hand, but it was blocked by the computer on the wooden table just now, so Tong Xiaofeng didn't notice it at the first time.

"I'm looking for books on elixirs and books on primers for cultivation. ”

"Is there a token?"

"I don't have a token, can't I go in?" ”

Tong Xiaofeng was not too disappointed, in his mind, as long as he went back to Tong Yan, he should be able to get a token.

"It seems that you are a newcomer, and you can enter without a token, but you can't take the book away, you can only read it in this academy. ”

"Exactly, I'm just here to watch. ”

"The books you want are on shelf 2 and shelf 7, find them yourself. The middle-aged uncle immediately looked back at the computer after explaining.

Tong Xiaofeng was a little curious, since he came to this ghost place, he rarely saw modern products, he wanted to know what the supernatural would do with the computer, but when his afterglow drifted to the computer screen, he regretted to look at it, it turned out to be a collision! This made the image of the supernatural in his heart completely collapsed, in his mind that the supernatural should belong to the muscular and simple-minded type, how can he play such a high-IQ game of the opposite collision.

With a speechless expression, Tong Xiaofeng walked to the bookshelf. There is a clear number plate on the side of each bookshelf, so Tong Xiaofeng can easily find the bookshelf he wants.

But looking for books gave him a headache, this bookshelf is ridiculously large, and the books on it are even denser, isn't it a needle in a haystack to find the books he wants in this large pile of books.

Just when he was distressed, he found that there were not only number plates on the shelves, but also the classification of these books. As he searched, the labels of elixir books appeared in front of his eyes.

This row was full of books about elixirs, and these relatively shabby-looking books were still stained with a little dust, and it seemed that they had not welcomed guests for a long time. Thinking of what the old man in the evaluation hall said before, it was obvious that the elixir was too scarce and caused these books to be sealed in the dust for a long time.

Tong Xiaofeng casually picked up a book and began to look for an elixir that could change his physique. Luckily, the books had a table of contents-like explanation on the opening pages, and he quickly found what he was looking for. It's a pity that I don't know if it's a trick of God, and at the same time as finding it, Tong Xiaofeng found that most of these elixirs were written extinct or difficult to find. This made him very uncomfortable, and he had to write it down first.

Then Tong Xiaofeng came to the seventh bookshelf, which was a shelf where cultivation-related books were stored, and the books here were not classified but graded. People who are just getting started like Tong Xiaofeng can only be found in the basic column.

Perhaps it was because the supernatural person's concept of world hierarchy was relatively heavy, and a teenager leaning on the seventh bookshelf reading a book gave Tong Xiaofeng a sarcastic smile, and then walked away from him as if disgusted.

To be honest, being looked at like this by a person younger than himself, Tong Xiaofeng was really hurt in his heart. But there is no way, who let him just start cultivating.

Ignoring the eyes of the people around him, Tong Xiaofeng was still looking for the books he wanted on the basic shelf, and the types of books listed here were very complicated, because the supernatural had countless cultivation methods and many development directions, among which Tong Xiaofeng also discovered the cultivators and onmyoji he had longed for. These are the protagonists of TV series and anime, and they are the dreams of teenagers, and Tong Xiaofeng is no exception.

But these books were obviously too early for Tong Xiaofeng, and he didn't even know how to cultivate, let alone choose the direction of his future growth. So he resisted the urge to keep looking for the book he wanted.

Suddenly, Tong Xiaofeng's attention was attracted by a copy of "The History of the Alien", and the book was wrapped in dust like those elixir books.

For Tong Xiaofeng, who is new to the supernatural, this kind of book is very attractive. Gently shaking off the dust on the surface of the book, Tong Xiaofeng opened it to read. The gaze cast from a distance seemed to be contemptuous, but he didn't care, he could tolerate any look at him by outsiders, and he wouldn't lose a piece of meat anyway.

This book is a story that is expressed in the form of a picture and words. From the painting, Tong Xiaofeng can see that this is the story of a long time ago when human beings still used wildness as a means of survival.

Humans at that time looked helpless, unable to withstand strong winds, unable to predict earthquakes, unable to escape the engulfment of volcanoes, and unable to allow themselves to survive the mouth of a tsunami. They are anxious and feel like they are not in control of their lives.

At this time, there is one more person in the painting, who is suspended in the air to bring endless light, stretching out his hands and smiling to greet this group of confused people. From the text explanation in the upper right corner, Tong Xiaofeng knew that this was a god. As the story progresses, the people in the painting are blessed by the gods and begin to establish faith, and the gods continue to increase.

However, the gods do not seem to be omnipotent, and they cannot protect humanity all the time, so humans have begun to make requests to the gods. They want power, the power to withstand natural disasters. It's just that the gods can't do anything about it, they can teach but can't give it, so people embark on the path of cultivation under the leadership of the gods, which is also the origin of the supernatural.

Over time, people have learned to build strong houses to protect themselves from natural disasters, huge cities have helped them avoid wild beasts, and some wise men have been able to anticipate tsunamis and volcanoes. The number of human beings began to increase dramatically, and the belief system was at its peak.

The story turns another page, but this page seems to cross the distance between good and evil. Many of the gods sat on the thrones that had been erected for them, and some of them stood in front of them with shoddy weapons in their hands, pointing their swords at the gods, and the greed in their eyes was evident even through this painting.

However, the gods did not give up hope, because there was a group of devout believers not far away who were protecting them. Unfortunately, the fate of these gods was sealed at the moment when human greed arose. These are the ones who pointed their swords at them, the ones they have cultivated with their own hands, and the light that flashes on their swords has become an everlasting lamp that ignites despair.

Another page, this time most people no longer remember the gods, and the gods have long since disappeared from people's sight. Only the group of supernatural beings, they are constantly looking for the gods, and the elves have become substitutes for the gods, they are the prototype of the gods, and for those greedy superpowers, this is an irresistible temptation.

There is no content left, and the book is not thick in the first place. Tong Xiaofeng couldn't imagine that elves were the prototype of gods, but fortunately, he didn't plan to use elves to improve his strength. It's just that he's curious, the protagonist of this book is more like a god, and it seems to be a bit ironic about the supernatural, I really don't know why there is such a book here.

As he turned to the last page with curiosity to see who the author was, he was stunned, because there was no mention of the author's name on the last page, only a paragraph and a cartoon smiley face.

The past is no longer missing, and the husband and friends are not returning. Those who hate the supernatural are treacherous, and they hate themselves for being too incompetent.

There are not many words in a paragraph, and the pen is a little heavy, and it looks of different thicknesses, but that kind of resentment has penetrated the words and engraved into Tong Xiaofeng's brain.

"Mom, I'm going to get stronger, I'm not going to make myself too incompetent. ”

He already knew that it was a book drawn by Tong Li, because that cartoon smiling face had appeared many times when he was a child. He couldn't see the meaning of this before, but now he could feel the tears under that cartoon smile.