Generally speaking, books are difficult to preserve for a long time, especially in the field of archaeology, because of the age and destruction of books do not know how many, handwriting is indecipherable abounds, how to properly dispose of it, is often a big problem - the main thing depends on how good the protective measures are done by the person who put the book hundreds of thousands of years ago, and whether it has been considered for the descendants who dug up the book hundreds of thousands of years later.

Obviously, the protective measures of the book in front of me, looking at the entire archaeological community, are also the kind of top-level protection that is "quite for the sake of future generations" and "just waiting for you to dig it".

It's not an ancient method of vacuuming, super antiseptic and air-insulating sterilization materials, it's just a simple sealed waterproof box, which puts some insect repellent medicine, and then the book is just left inside, and the empty space in the box is just enough to fit the book, which is obviously tailor-made.

These are just auxiliaries, and the real top-notch protection is reflected in the material of this book - pure gold!

This place is not in the earthquake zone, and there will be no major earthquakes, which will destroy the chest hidden in the ground, and the material of the book of pure gold determines the nature of the book that has not changed for thousands of years and has been stainless for thousands of years, so the only possibility is probably to be remembered by someone with a heart...... But this is the Martial Saint Palace! Who is poor and crazy to come here to break ground, and he is really not afraid that Guan Erye will cut his head? What's more, people come and go, and it's not realistic to make such a big move, isn't it?

Therefore, this book made of pure gold has been preserved to this day.

So, a question arises.

What is the content that is worth investing in such a book in that period to leave for future generations?

Under the gaze of Han Wei, the staff officer, and the camera, the pages of the book made of pure gold were carefully opened, and the contents appeared in front of them.

The fonts are all carved from seals, clear and neat, and they are in regular letters, and they don't even need to be identified by experts, Han Wei can understand them.

Then, his eyes widened.

[In the eighth year of Jiajing, there was a great hunger, and I was eager to help the disaster, and I hope to return home to hold on.

However, I also had nowhere to replace my temporary Wusheng Palace residence, and I was in trouble left and right, and I suddenly heard the words of the immortals, and sent the immortals to help, I am very grateful.

This matter, the light is bizarre and bizarre, Guan Gong shows the saint and beheads the evil official, the immortal wins the three sons, and he is quite fortunate to see it, and he is instructed by the immortals, and he belongs to the composition to remember it, hidden in this high hall, and left it for future generations.

At the beginning of the matter, the immortals sent by the immortals should come here to tell the story.

The immortal wears a strange dress, the clothes do not cover the sleeves, the pants do not cover the legs, the inch hair, the skin is like jade, the appearance is very great, the first time I see that I don't believe in the immortals, it is really an arrogant move.

The immortals said that it was not good to call the immortals, so after that, they all called the son, the son said Du, Zhong Zhengping, and he was not surprised......

……

At the time of crisis, he suddenly heard the words of the heavens, which was deafening, and said: "Those who are officials should serve the people wholeheartedly and be loyal to the country." The monarch of a country believes in gods and Buddhas and does not do the truth, and should be advised and admonished to correct the future of the country. If you flatter and do what you like, you will be a traitor and a courtier, and if you go on for a long time, the people will not be able to make a living, and the country will perish, so the thief should be beheaded! ”

Fortunately, Guan Gong showed the saint and beheaded the evil official, I was able to rescue the disaster and return quickly, to the main hall, Guan Gong called in, Wen Gongzi Du and Guan Gong played, won three, the coming day, said to drink together, the heart was very sorry, not to see the grand scene of the fairy game......

……

According to Childe's words, the book is written here, and it is preserved in the world, not passed on to the outside world.

Outsiders have passed on the merits of Guan Gongxian saints, woohoo! How can I accept this monstrous merit? 】

After reading it, the shock and shock were no longer enough to describe Han Wei's emotions at this time.

He only felt that his scalp was numb, and his brain was even completely blank for a while...... The whole person is like a downtime!

"Gongzi said Du, play against Guan Gong, win three ......"

After a long time, Han Wei swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and his voice was a little hoarse for a while.

As a sixth-level combatant, deputy director of the Southeast Division of the Huaxia Nation's Spiritual Qi Recovery Investigation and Management Department, Han Wei once dared to say: "What scene have I not seen? ”

Now, he can only silently retract this sentence, and then put up a sign - "I have never seen this face!" ”

"This ...... This one...... No, it can't be! The staff officer on the side covered his head, with a distracted expression of who I am, where am I, what I saw just now.

Han Wei didn't care about him, but directly operated and played back the monitoring in the main hall of the Martial Saint Palace.

In the main hall, the young man is handsome and chic, and he is completely worthy of the evaluation of the son as a jade and a great appearance.

"I, once played against Guan Gong, won three, and got the three styles of the Spring and Autumn Sword Technique, one of which is called [Cutting Evil]."

"It should be a blessing for you to die from this knife."

After speaking, the hand rises, and the knife falls!

Han Wei paused the picture, and a pair of big hands rubbed and rubbed against his face.

Naturally, he didn't forget what had happened in such a short period of time...... It was so shocking that I had to seek another certification!

The feeling of being shocked in the worldview is like waking up and suddenly seeing a news announcement that the space elevator has been completed and is open to ordinary people.

"Eight years of Jiajing, how many years have you been now?" Han Wei was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, calmed his mind down a little, and asked.

"The first year of Jiajing is 1522 A.D., and the eighth year of Jiajing is ...... A.D. 1529. The staff officer licked his dry lips.

"That is, in 494, considering that he was able to play against Guan Gong at that time, he had already become an immortal, and this number could be further expanded." Han Wei said this number that made him feel a little wooden, rubbed his temples with both hands, and the feeling of numbness on his scalp had not subsided, "If it is really me, then this is a ...... who has lived for five or six hundred years Immortals. ”

"In the eighth year of Jiajing, there was a great hunger, Zhending, Lu, Feng, Huai, Yang, Xu, Chu, and Sanzhou, and Lu, Henan, Huguang, Jin, Shaanxi, and Sichuan hunger, and Xiangyou was very ......" The staff officer checked the information and whispered, "It is very likely to be true." ”

"Do you think it's really good, or is it fake?" Han Wei suddenly asked.

"Commander-in-chief, I don't know...... I'm just a ...... who studies archaeology" The staff officer wiped his sweat, this kind of thing asked him what this little staff officer was doing, how could he speak, where did he dare to speak!

He hasn't even recovered yet!

“…… That's right! Han Wei's sudden voice startled the staff officer.

"What...... What? ”

"You're right, I don't know! If you don't know, then I don't know! If it's true, then this is the first immortal we can come into contact with who has lived for so long, and what does it matter to me to have such an important source of intelligence and combat effectiveness? Turn me to take care of? Han Wei's face suddenly refreshed, "This kind of thing that is obviously beyond the scope of my authority should be handed over to my superiors to deal with!" ”

Staff Officer ...... looked at Han Wei in a daze, a little suddenly, this is ...... Superiors are also swinging?

“…… What did you just hear? Perhaps the staff officer's vision was too straightforward, and Han Wei, who noticed it, looked at him with a smile and asked gently.

"No, I didn't see anything!" The staff officer reacted quickly, shaking his head like a rattle.

"Well, it's time to contact your superiors, hehe......" Han Wei let out a pleasant smile and took out his phone directly, regardless of the fact that it was already late at night.

If you don't get rid of this pot quickly, you won't be able to sleep well!

Meanwhile......

Du Kang was already sitting on the high-speed train home.

"What forgot? What the hell have I forgotten? Du Kang was very distressed, this feeling was very annoying, he knew that he had forgotten something, but he tried to think about it but couldn't remember it.

A familiar vibration from the phone interrupted Du Kang's thoughts.

Du Kang almost instantly gave up the entanglement and forgot something, and took out his mobile phone.

Sure enough, a familiar message appeared on the screen.

[Congratulations on finding an urgent substitute task, come and pick it up~]

PS: It took too long to drag the text today (after all, the scumbag), and the shared diary was suspended for a day~