Early the next morning.

Mo Xiaobai rang the doorbell of Meng Cheng's house.

Ding Ding Ding!

The doorbell rang, and not long after, the black metal door opened, and Meng Cheng, who was wearing a loose white shirt and a gentle temperament, stood inside the door and said with a smile: "Come in." ”

Mo Xiaobai nodded and walked into Meng Cheng's house.

Mengcheng's house is obviously much larger than the one rented to Mo Xiaobai, and the decoration is more luxurious.

In the living room, there is an unknown black wooden sofa, and there are also unknown murals and other things hanging on the walls.

Mo Xiaobai's gaze swept over and stopped at a mural.

The mural shows a giant more than five meters tall, surrounded by several rabbit figures who are only up to his waist, and it is not known what they are doing.

Djinn and Bunnyman.

Following Mo Xiaobai's gaze, Meng Chengke saw the mural.

He smiled and said, "The mural printed from an ancient ruin should be the scene of communication between the two races of djinn and rabbit people. ”

Mo Xiaobai asked with some curiosity, "Teacher Meng, what kind of race is the djinn?"

His talent is the power of the djinn, and Mo Xiaobai is very curious about what kind of race the djinn is.

Hearing this, Meng Cheng stretched out his hand and pushed the gold-wire glasses, his dark gray eyes were extremely deep: "The Djinn is probably a very glorious race in ancient times, judging from the ancient ruins and documents that we have unearthed now, the Djinn should have had a fairly developed civilization at that time, and its individual strength was also very strong, and it may not even be weaker than our current Azure Empire." ”

As he spoke, he sighed: "It's a pity, no one knows why such a powerful djinn suddenly disappeared into the long river of history. ”

Mo Xiaobai looked at the mural and was also very curious.

Obviously, the rabbits of the same era are still alive and well, but the djinn is gone?

The djinn is too miserable, isn't it?

Meng Cheng smiled and said, "Come with me to the study." ”

Mo Xiaobai nodded hurriedly and followed Meng Cheng.

Mengcheng's study is large, almost fifty square meters, and there is a large wooden desk on the innermost side of the study, on which are stacked with heavy old books, which seem to be research materials.

And in the study, there are rows of bookshelves, which are full of books.

Some books look new, while others have very old covers.

Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened, his eyes were full of surprise, and he exclaimed, "So many books?"

There must be a thousand books here, right?

Meng Cheng smiled slightly and said softly, "Take a look for yourself." ”

With that, he went to the back of his desk and pulled out a strange book.

The book seemed to be only the first half, and the second half seemed to have been torn off.

The brownish-red cover looks a little yellowish, and I don't know how many years have passed.

It seems like it's been a long time.

Meng Cheng opened the strange book and began to bury his head in reading.

Mo Xiaobai glanced at it, and then set his eyes on the bookshelf.

He strolled in front of the bookshelf and pulled out a book.

The Blue Age, The Rule of the Six Clans

Mo Xiaobai opened it and looked at it, and found that this book tells the history of the six tribes of humans, rabbits, night spirits, barbarians, elves, and mermaids before the establishment of the Azure Empire.

Mo Xiaobai flipped it up with some curiosity.

He found that before the establishment of the Azure Empire, the Void God Cult was active in the politics and battlefields of the Six Clans.

According to Mo Xiaobai's understanding, the Void God Cult was born in the Golden Age before the Azure Age or even earlier.

The end of the Golden Age seems to have been started by the Cult of the Void God.

The specific reason, Mo Xiaobai didn't understand.

But......

Mo Xiaobai recalled the strange and evil demon stone statue that night.

I'm afraid it has something to do with that destroyer, right?

Later, it was precisely because of the chaos of various sects that worshiped demons and evil gods in the astral plane, coupled with the huge pressure brought by the demons in the Void Realm, that the six clans established the six-member elder group and the imperial council, opening the era of the Azure Empire.

Since then, the Cult of the Void God and various sects have gradually been suppressed into darkness.

The time to read the book passed quickly, and when Mo Xiaobai came back to his senses, his stomach was about to be flattened with hunger.

He glanced up in Mengcheng's direction, and found that he was still immersed in the book, picking up the pen from time to time and not knowing what he was recording.

Mo Xiaobai put the book "The Rule of the Six Clans" back in its place and walked over with some curiosity.

Later, he found that the half of the strange ancient book that Meng Cheng had placed on the table was spread out, and there were symbols on the yellowed paper of unknown material, which were words that Mo Xiaobai did not recognize at all.

Meng Cheng really looked at the symbols, and from time to time he opened some information, as if he was comparing the meaning of the symbols, and from time to time he frowned and thought, wrote a few imperial words on the paper, and sometimes shook his head slightly, and erased the words.

I don't know how long it took, Meng Cheng seemed to notice Mo Xiaobai on the side, he smiled gently, and gently held his gold silk glasses.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Xiaobai was looking down at those ghost talismans, and was pulled back to his senses by the voice of the confession.

He suddenly smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's just that I'm a little curious about what Teacher Meng is doing, so I'm so engaged, so I came over to take a look unconsciously." ”

When Meng Cheng heard this, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and a smile appeared in his dark gray eyes.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a document from antiquity. ”

"Documents from antiquity?"

Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened in surprise and looked at the half of the literature.

Although this ancient book seems to be a little old, Mo Xiaobai didn't expect that this would be an ancient book from an ancient era that is even older than the Golden Age.

The ancient books of that era have not been broken yet?

Meng Cheng saw Mo Xiaobai's surprised look and chuckled: "This is indeed a very rare and precious document, after the end of the ancient era and the golden age, the relics and documents of the ancient era are already extremely rare. ”

Mo Xiaobai looked at the documents spread out on the table, as well as the somewhat faded black ink on the yellowed paper, the peculiar text, and then looked at Meng Cheng, and endured it again and again, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"How could Mr. Meng have this document?"

O documents of antiquity, how precious!

Meng Cheng chuckled: "Didn't I say it yesterday? My Meng family has studied history for generations, and I am especially interested in the history of the ancient era. ”

Mo Xiaobai nodded slightly, then glanced at the half of the ancient books, and asked with some curiosity, "Does it have anything to do with this half of the ancient books?"

Meng Cheng nodded slightly, he stood up and walked to the window, the sun shone on his face through the window, the face that was still a little angular was set off a little softly, and the dark gray eyes also shone brightly.

"Yes, it has something to do with this half of the ancient book. ”

"Do you know what this ancient book is called?"

Mo Xiaobai's heart flashed with a little curiosity: "What's it called?"

"History of the King of Meng"

"Huh? This ......"

Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened, he looked at the ancient books, and then at Meng Cheng, with some shock in his eyes.

King Meng...... Is it the king with the surname Meng?

Tell the epic of the king surnamed Meng?

Teacher Meng's surname is Meng ......

Mo Xiaobai suddenly felt a little understood.

Meng Cheng turned his head, looked at Mo Xiaobai's surprised appearance, and said with a soft smile: "In ancient times, the diary of a king surnamed Meng is said to have been brought out by our ancestors of the Meng family when they fled from their hometown during the rule of the six clans. ”

As he spoke, he sighed, with a look of regret on his face: "It's a pity that there is still half of the book that I don't know where I went." ”

Mo Xiaobai was a little stunned: "Teacher Meng, are you saying that in ancient times, your Meng family also had a king?"

Meng Cheng chuckled lightly and waved his hand: "Of course, this is just the statement of our ancestors of the Meng family, how far away the ancient times are, who knows if our current Meng family has anything to do with the then King Meng? Maybe it's just that our ancestors fished it out in which ruins, and when they saw their name and surname, they regarded it as their own family heirloom." It is not even clear whether this King of Mongolia is real or made up by the author. Of course, there are still people in our Meng family who are proud of being descendants of King Meng. ”

Speaking of this, Meng Cheng said with some humor: "On the contrary, I think that this "History of King Meng" is more likely to be a gold paste on the face of my ancestors. ”

Mo Xiaobai: "......"

Looking at Meng Cheng's smile, the corners of Mo Xiaobai's mouth twitched.

If Teacher Meng's ancestors heard this, they don't know if the coffin board can be pressed?

He wisely decided not to answer, only to smile awkwardly but politely.

Meng Cheng saw that Mo Xiaobai didn't answer, and seemed to feel a little bored, he thought of something, and his eyes lit up.

"That's right. ”

He walked back to the desk in a few steps, took out a thick notebook with a brown and black cover from the drawer on the side of the desk, and handed it to Mo Xiaobai.

"Read, read, read. ”

Mo Xiaobai took the thick notebook, a little curious: "Teacher Meng, what is this?"

A translation of the History of the Mongol Kings. ”

Mo Xiaobai's hand shook, and the notebook almost fell to the ground.

He looked at Meng Cheng with wide eyes: "Teacher Meng, is it okay to read such a valuable thing to me?"

Meng Cheng's dark gray eyes looked at Mo Xiaobai, and smiled gently: "Xiaobai, what do you think is the significance of historical excavation?"

Mo Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, and some didn't know how to answer.

Meng Cheng gently patted Mo Xiaobai's shoulder: "Of course, it is to let the world understand the rise and fall of the times, understand our vast world, so that we will not repeat the mistakes of the past." ”

Mo Xiaobai glanced at Meng Cheng, and then nodded slightly.

"I see. ”

He opened the cover, and the first thing he saw was a hand-drawn rabbit man dressed in a robe, wearing a crown of thorns and holding a scepter encrusted with gems.

Seeing this hand-drawn, Meng Cheng's eyes flashed with a little remembrance: "This notebook was given to me by my brother before, and he copied it according to the "History of King Meng". ”

Mo Xiaobai nodded.

Yesterday, Meng Cheng also said that his brother was said to have gone in search of ancient ruins.

Originally, this house belonged to his brother.

Mo Xiaobai turned the first page, and the powerful handwriting came out through the paper, telling the beginning of a king.

"My name is Meng Shi, and I have written this first pen at this moment, and this diary will record my life as the king of rabbits. ”

"Yes, I have been elected by my compatriots to be the king of rabbits. It's just that...... Can I be a good king, can I lead my compatriots to live a good life in this vast grassland, so that they will no longer be plagued by disease, no longer worry about food, and no longer be attacked by wild beasts? I don't know...... But I'm willing to work towards that goal. ”

"I swear by history that as the king of rabbits, I am willing to spend my life fighting for my compatriots, so that they can be saved from disaster, hunger and suffering, so that they can live happily on the grassland. ”