An alarm clock rang, and Zhang Cundao on the bed slowly woke up. He looked at his surroundings and finally relaxed.

He's finally back home! He also discovered that as long as he was asleep, he would enter that dream. And as long as he 'sleeps' in the dream world, he can return to the real world.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to go back to that dream world at all! But how can a person not sleep?

And, isn't it painful to dream? Why does he feel pain in his dreams? And that strange wound......

Thinking of this, he was not very smart in the first place, and he was even more confused.

At this time, he looked at the scripture on the table, which he had copied last night, and many of the words on it he did not recognize, let alone memorize. can copy it down, and he also wrote it down according to the gourd drawing!

He took the piece of paper, hesitated, and put it in the bag beside him. If he doesn't understand, then ask someone who does!

Although he is not smart, the school he attends is one of the best universities in the country!

'Zijin University' is the university he attended, and he is a freshman. And he was able to enter this university because of his status as a special student for sports, and of course, his parents also helped him, after all, both of his parents are professors at Zijin University.

Because of this, he was able to live in the family compound instead of going to the student dormitory.

With my schoolbag on my back, I went to the cafeteria to buy a few big meat buns, and then went to class. He doesn't have any friends in this kind of sports special enrollment, and the people who study here are all top students, and he can't understand the issues he talks about, so it's difficult to integrate into the circle of his classmates.

After listening to a few half-understood courses, Zhang Cundao finally seized the opportunity and stopped the old professor of the ancient literature appreciation class.

The professor's surname is Wen, and he is a master in the study of ancient literature. When Zhang Cundao stopped him, he held his glasses and said strangely: "Classmate, why are you stopping me?" ”

Zhang Cundao showed a flattering smile and said, "Hello professor, my father, Zhang Honghao, is a professor in the School of Geology. ”

Hearing this introduction, Professor Wen frowned and gave a lukewarm 'um'. Zhang Cundao immediately said: "I am also a student of your ancient literature appreciation class. Now there are some ancient things that I want to ask you for. ”

As soon as these words came out, Professor Wen's face looked slightly better. He said lightly, "What questions do you have?" ”

Zhang Cundao immediately took out the article he copied and handed it over, and then said: "I got an ancient text, but I can't read it, so I want to ask the professor." ”

When Professor Wen heard this, he immediately shook his head and said, "Now students, can't you even understand some basic ancient texts?" While he was worried about the ability of today's students to read ancient texts, he opened the paper handed over by Zhang Cundao.

The word...... Tsk tsk. When Professor Wen saw this chicken-like word, he first shook his head, and Zhang Cundao blushed beside him.

"Well, Taishang Wuwei Qingjing Sutra is still an ancient scripture, let me take a look ......at it," Professor Wen looked at as he spoke, and gradually, his brows furrowed, and his face changed from the original relaxed to solemn.

And Zhang Cundao looked at his face and said worriedly: "Professor, is this difficult?" ”

Professor Wen was very upset when he heard this, he was a master in this area, and he was an authority. Where you may lose face. He glanced at Zhang Cundao and said, "This ancient scripture is still a bit of a rare word, I need to find some reference books." Come with me to the office. ”

Zhang Cundao hurriedly responded, and followed the old professor to the office step by step.

Ancient literature appreciation courses are not very important at Zijin University, which is famous for its science and engineering courses. As for Rao, Professor Wen also has a separate office.

The office is quite large, and there are books everywhere, which makes it a bit messy. After Professor Wen entered the office, he couldn't wait to come to his desk and began to rummage through various reference books.

And Zhang Cundao looked left and right, and consciously picked up the professor's cup and went to fetch water for the professor.

The professor who entered the state of study was very focused, he flipped through the thick tome, and his own personal notes, as the top master in the industry, his private notes were even more valuable than many reference books.

And so it went on for almost an hour. The professor finally 'translated' the ancient text in his hand, and then read it silently by himself, before raising his head to look at Zhang Cundao, who was about to fall asleep.

"That's classmate, where did you get this scripture from? This can be described as a small statement, and it is condescending. The professor said.

"What chelicera?" Zhang Cundao showed a confused look.

Professor Wen looked at him speechlessly, quite speechless at this student. He said, "You don't even know how to do it?" How did you get into Zijin University? ”

Zhang Cundao whispered: "My father Zhang Honghao, and I am a sports student......"

Hearing this, Professor Wen also understood in seconds. He pursed his lips, and lost interest for a moment. Then he handed the paper in his hand and said, "These are my phonetics and notes, please take a look." By the way, this article is complex and difficult to understand, and the writing is rigorous, but it feels so uninhibited and absurd, where did you get it? ”

"Absurd?" Zhang Cundao chewed on this sentence in a low voice, and then said to Professor Wen: "This is an article that I got by chance, I think it is interesting, so I ...... it."

Professor Wen nodded and said, "The article seems to have some occult content, but this kind of thing is so absurd, don't be obsessed with it." ”

After listening to Professor Wen's admonition, Zhang Cundao also nodded seriously. Then after thanking him a lot, he left with the annotated article and the annotated article.

After Zhang Cundao left, Professor Wen also reminisced about this ancient text and wrote it down.

On the other side, after Zhang Cundao got the note, he returned home. I made an excuse at random, and I didn't go to today's training.

The house is still empty, his parents are professors of the School of Geology, and he often goes to the field from all over the world to investigate, and Zhang Cundao has long been used to being alone.

When he got home, he began to read these texts in phonetic pronunciation and memorized them in full!

Gradually, when he recited this scripture, he gradually had some reactions in his mind, and as he read and read, he felt that the pronunciation of some words was a little wrong, but most of the pronunciations were correct.

Zhang Cundao pondered for a moment, wrote down these words, and then continued to recite the full text.

Because the scripture is indeed awkward, Zhang Cundao remembered a dizziness, and finally memorized this scripture in the middle of the night!

Finally, a wave of sleepiness hit, Zhang Cundao couldn't stand it anymore, and fell asleep on the bed!