At noon, Meng Xuan ordered a meat and a vegetarian dish at the small restaurant outside the library, eating casually, thinking about the content he had just translated.

Distortion assimilation experiments.

Meng Xuan didn't know if there were any mistakes in his translation, but as the opening title of the entire series of documents only had a few characters, it stands to reason that there shouldn't be too many grammatical and semantic changes involved, so Meng Xuan felt that this was probably the meaning of these characters.

As for the remaining few characters, because the number is too small to form a complete sentence, the meaning is impossible to guess.

"Maybe that document is really the experimental data and records of the so-called 'distorted assimilation experiment', which contains unknown knowledge, and maybe it can also give me an idea of what happened in the end of that laboratory, and even the entire Nelson civilization······"

Meng Xuan became more interested in the content of the document, and was ready to continue his efforts tonight, memorizing a few more characters, and maybe he would be able to find more useful information.

After eating while thinking slowly, Meng Xuan returned to the library and began to continue reading research and literature related to Nelson's civilization.

Three hundred yuan can't be paid in vain, and the information here is much more complete than on the Internet.

Meng Xuan eagerly read all kinds of research, speculation, and legends about the Nelson civilization, and gained a deeper understanding of the mysteries of the Nelson civilization.

"The huge mysterious civilization that disappeared overnight is really a purple gem with a fatal attraction suspended in the long river of history······"

Meng Xuan sighed, looked at the quaint hanging bell hanging on the wall of the library, and the time had already pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon.

"There is a guided sparring class in the sword hall this afternoon······"

Meng Xuan pondered for a moment, a little entangled in whether to go to the Sword Technique Gym or not.

The reason for his entanglement is that the Lingwu in today's class should be Isis, which is the most difficult of the three Lingwu, it is said that the family has a very good background, and the establishment of the Sword Gym was also completed with the help of Isis.

This guy said that he was in charge of the training class, but in fact, it was more like treating the students as a free human pile, and he was ruthless, often extremely embarrassing, even if he wore protective gear, sometimes he would be injured, although he often made a generous move afterwards, but everyone didn't like his class very much.

"Forget it, let's go, maybe you can improve your reflexes if you practice more, and it may be good for dealing with the red dot monster in the mirror world."

Meng Xuan thought, put away the books on the table, consciously returned the books to their original places, and left the library.

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Tianhe Sword Museum.

"The people you recruit are getting worse and worse, and there are so many of them in the training class?"

With blond hair and a handsome face, Isis clasped his hands to his chest, looked at the four or five students standing in protective gear on the training ground of the Sword Skill Hall, including Meng Xuan, and said lightly.

"Walk lightly."

Zhao Chuanwu said lightly.

"You're teaching me?"

Isis turned his head sharply and looked at Zhao Chuanwu calmly.

"Not really."

Zhao Chuanwu frowned.

"It's better to be so, put away your little moves, it's better not to let me know what you have to do with Althea, you have to know who your position in the North District today comes from."

Isis sneered, walked over without protective gear, carrying a wooden knife.

Zhao Chuanwu's face was calm and he didn't seem to react.

"Come on, you guys go together, whoever can hit me once will refund you for a month's tuition."

Isis held a knife and looked at a few students wearing protective gear lightly and said.

Meng Xuan's several students glanced at each other, holding wooden knives and slowly approaching Isis.

And then before they could close their formation.

A flash of fierceness flashed in Isis's eyes, and he held the knife in both hands, stepped forward, and slashed out.

Chikun knife technique, progress slash!

Boom!!

The wooden knife slashed heavily on the body of one of the students, he screamed, and was hit back three or four meters by the huge force, knocking down the knife holder with the wooden knife heavily, and fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

Isis didn't spare his hand at all!

Feeling the unscrupulous fierceness of Isis, Meng Xuan and the others immediately realized this, and they all stepped back in some fright, they knew the strength of the leading martial arts very well, and they could not be opponents with all their strength, even if they were wearing protective gear, they might all be injured.

However, before Meng Xuan and the others could completely retreat, a leap stab from Isis followed, hitting the other person's abdominal protector, making a dull sound, and the student curled up like a prawn, spitting non-stop.

Then, Isis looked at Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and Zhao Chuanwu didn't have any chance to react when he slashed him with a five-kilogram iron knife, not to mention that Isis was holding a light wooden knife in his hand at this time.

A swift knife slashed towards Meng Xuan's shoulder blade.

"Enough!"

A low voice came, and another wooden knife arrived at the right time, holding up Isis's wooden knife.

Isis put away the knife and stood aside, looking at Zhao Chuanwu coldly.

"Today's lesson is here first, so you guys should go back first. The injured went to the hospital to see, came back with the list, and the knife hall reimbursed twice. ”

Zhao Chuanwu looked at Isis calmly, and said lightly to Meng Xuan and the others.

Meng Xuan and the others glanced at each other, feeling that something didn't seem right, and hurriedly picked up the student who fell to the ground, took off his protective gear, and hurriedly left the sword hall.

"Do you know what's going on?"

Meng Xuan asked a few other students, the Tianhe Sword Technique Hall and a few leading martial arts didn't seem to be as simple as they seemed to be.

These students from ordinary families also shook their heads blankly.

Sitting on the bus home, Meng Xuan remembered what had just happened, and an inexplicable sense of humiliation came to his heart.

They are like inconsequential toys to vent their anger, like ants that are powerless to resist, unable to express even anger.

"Power ······"

Meng Xuan said softly, his eyes flickering, and he clenched his fists.

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Jinhui Community, Shahe City, at home.

"Meng Xuan, why did you come back? Call you Uncle Li. ”

Seeing Meng Xuan coming back, Liu Wanru hurriedly greeted Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan looked in the direction of the sofa, a middle-aged man with neatly combed hair and looking very energetic was sitting on the sofa, talking and laughing with his father and drinking tea.

Next to the middle-aged man, there was also a girl about the same age as him, who was chewing gum and reading a book in her hand that I didn't know if it was a manga or a novel.

The girl is dressed fashionably, looking at the design and brand price is not simple, with a little light makeup, and the original foundation is not bad, it looks very beautiful.

Seeing Meng Xuan come in, the girl glanced at Meng Xuan, then withdrew her gaze and continued to look at the book in her hand.