The cave is very high, and there are birds flying in and out of it. There is a two-story wooden building on the gentle slope outside the cliff, and there is a square desk in front of the building, and there is an old scholar with gray hair behind the desk.

Except for the master, no one knows how many years this old scholar has been in the mountain behind the academy, no one knows who his surname is, how old this year is, from Ke Haoran to Ning Que, the people in the back mountain only know that the old scholar has been reading books, copying books, reading and endorsing books here, rain or shine, everything is difficult to disturb.

The academy called him a scholar, and he was a scholar of the academy.

The viewer stood in front of the desk, looked at the old scholar, smelled the pungent smell of ink and the smell of Huangzhou bud paper, was silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed, with some emotion.

This is the Academy.

"Hello. The viewer said to the reader.

The reader didn't seem to hear it, holding an old book in his left hand and a half-bald brush in his right hand, muttering something in his mouth, occasionally writing a few words on the paper, as if he was making annotations.

The viewer raised his voice and asked, "Sir, have you seen an old book?"

The reader woke up and looked up at him, looking a little confused, not knowing what he was talking about, and then he was more sober, inexplicably angry because he was disturbed from reading, and his eyebrows moved.

The viewer was not angry, and said, "A very old book. ”

The reader thought about it, lifted the half-bald brush in his hand and dipped it in the inkstone, and then wrote a word seriously on the Huangzhou bud paper, and the pen was as solemn as a mountain.

The word was dripping with ink, full of meaning.

A "book" word.

The scholar handed the undried paper to the viewer and said, "You want a book." ”

The viewer looked at the paper quietly, looked at the words on the paper, was silent for a moment, and said, "There is something interesting." ”

He reached for the paper, and his movements were slow and solemn.

It was really slow, like a mountain moving and like the sky was turning above the clouds, and I don't know how long it took for my fingertips to make contact with the edges of the slightly rough bud paper.

There was a soft thud, and the yellowish paper burned.

The paper burned slowly, the flames spread on both sides, the edges were all ashes, until they were about to burn their fingers, and the viewer did not let go, nor did the reader.

They looked at each other in silence.

"I've also read a lot of books. ”

Suddenly, he said, "Although I am not as bookish as you are, and I read without sleep, I have lived too long, so I read no less books than you. ”

Time is really a very important thing, whether it is reading or practicing.

The reader did not speak, but looked at the burning paper in his hand.

"Why isn't this book in Chang'an City? Well, at that time, it was not certain whether Ning Que could return to Chang'an City, where he was not there, was indeed not as safe as the academy. ”

The viewer looked at the reader and said calmly: "Li slowly handed over the heavenly book to you for safekeeping, which is very correct, but unfortunately it is meaningless, because ...... Scholars are ultimately useless. ”

The words fell, the paper burned out, and there was nothing left in the reader's fingers, and the ashes slowly fell, falling on his shoes, but in the fingers of the viewer, there was still a corner of yellow paper fragments.

The winner has been decided, the reader looked at the books on the table like a mountain, the inkstone like a sea, and was silent for a long time, and for the first time in his life, he had doubts about such a thing as reading.

The viewer walked into the cliff cave with his hands in his hand, looked at the bookshelves on both sides of the cliff cave about ten zhang high, and looked at the densely packed and vast tens of millions of books that were difficult to read, and gently waved his sleeves.

A gust of wind came out from the sleeves of Tsing Yi, not slowly but gently blowing in the cave, and the dust accumulated on those books was all blown off, and then sent to the corner, leaving a clean patch.

The viewer stepped up the stairs to a row of bookshelves on the fourth floor, and pulled out a book from it, like a person who wants to read a book at random and reads it, without making any choices.

That book is the Book of Heaven.

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The snow in Chang'an City stopped, the wind was calm, the clouds were gone, and the red sun shone on the world.

The Spectator appeared outside the city.

This is the third time he has come outside Chang'an City.

Ning Que was on the city wall twice before, and today is no exception.

He looked at the Guan Zhu who was slowly walking in the remnant snow, and was silent.

"He got seven volumes of the Book of Heaven. ”

Sang Sang said, his face was slightly pale, and he seemed to be a little afraid.

Ning Que laughed: "If you collect seven dragon balls, you can summon the dragon god, what can you do if you collect the seven heavenly books? ”

He didn't take off the iron bow on his shoulder, because the Yuan Thirteen Arrows had already been shot, and he vaguely felt that even with the help of the Shocking God Array, it would be difficult for the Yuan Thirteen Arrows to threaten the current Viewer.

The Seven Heavenly Books are finally together, what does it mean?

The academy has been speculating and calculating this matter, but there has been no result, except for the Guanzhu, no one knows the role of the Seven Heavenly Books, of course, Sang Sang is very clear.

"How did I come about?"

"You, you were born to your mother. ”

"Now is not the time to tell jokes. ”

"I'm a little nervous right now. ”

Ning Que was silent for a moment and then said, "You have to allow me to make some jokes. ”

Sang Sang said expressionlessly: "I don't allow it." ”

"Okay...... If you're talking about Haotian, it's a chalky combination of rules, born out of chaos. ”

"No, I am a combination of objective rules and subjective human beliefs. ”

"And then?"

"I am the choice of humanity. Sangsang turned to look at him and said, "In that case, how can human beings not leave some means to balance me when they choose me?"

Ning Que was silent.

He knew that what Sangsang said was true.

Countless years ago, the gambler who founded the Daomen made a bet for mankind and handed over the entire world to Haotian to guard, so it is very likely that he arranged a back hand in advance.

Legend has it that the seven heavenly books in Zhishouguan are the crystallization of Haotian's will, or Haotian's gift to mankind, in fact, it is the real means of Daomen to control this world.

With seven volumes of the Book of Heaven, you can cancel the gamble of countless years ago, you can invite Haotian out of the Kingdom of God, and you can return Haotian to chaos, this method can only be mastered by the master of the Dao Gate.

The current master of the Daomen, with the seven volumes of the Heavenly Book, walked to the front of Chang'an City.

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"Is this the last resort of the Daomen?"

Ning Que held the array eye pestle, looked at the viewer under the city wall and asked.

The Guan Zhu said calmly: "Ke Haoran said that we are dogs, Liansheng said that we are dogs, the people in the academy, and many people, all say that our Daomen is a dog, a dog of Haotian, but no one has ever thought that this iron chain is actually tied to each other's necks, human beings are Haotian's dogs, Haotian is not a human dog." ”

He looked at Sang Sang beside Ning Que and said, "We worship you and let you have endless years and eternity, then you should be willing to be eternal lonely and silently guard the human world in the Kingdom of God, instead of sneaking into the world to be greedy for a while, don't you think this is very reasonable?"

Sang Sang did not speak, and his face became more and more pale. She had never been so frightened before, even if she was extremely weak, because she clearly felt that the Lord had the power to destroy herself.

The viewer took out a book from his bosom.

In the depths of the clear blue sky, a thunderclap sounded.

This thunder comes from the kingdom of God.

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(I am reluctant to write, and I will write the last one tomorrow...... I love you. ）