Babbling

There is a faint light shining in the tall building.

The old man on duty in the security room at the door sat on a chair, dozing off with a match, the low-power electric fan was whirring and spinning, and he didn't know what kind of dream he had, and his saliva flowed all over the ground.

This is the Shaanxi Library, which is one of the libraries with the richest collection of books in Shaanxi.

In the silence of the night, the entire huge park is shrouded in cameras without blind spots.

No thieves have come in here for more than ten years, which is also where the old man's confidence lies in dozing.

The silvery white moonlight sprinkled on the earth, adding a bit of coldness to this thousand-year-old land.

And in this huge library, which has not been patronized by thieves for more than ten years, today it is unprecedented to encounter a guest who has never been.

'Fluttering Flapp~'

There was the sound of flapping wings in the sky.

A huge night owl is flapping its wings from afar.

Its wingspan was extremely wide, about one hundred and twenty centimeters when it was deployed, and a pair of long sharp claws flashed with cold light like a scimitar, and it was the king of the night sky.

But at this time, the king of the night sky does not seem to be in a good state.

It looked like it had just experienced a great battle, with a lot of smooth feathers on its buttocks, a few deep scars on its legs, and a few scratches on its head, which were not fatal, but could be seen from the flapping of its weak wings, which was not so easy to survive.

And behind this flapping winged night owl, there was a handful of golden hair fluttering in the wind

"Click, click."

The culprit, Huang Pizi, was lying behind this huge night owl, enjoying the night breeze.

It came back with the archaeological team of Qilian Mountain.

took a free ride, but I don't know if I was too tired from kneeling on the ground for more than ten days, or if I was too full before leaving, so I fell asleep in my backpack.

When it woke up, it returned to the place where its dream had been.

In this familiar ancient Xianyang museum, the weasel can clearly sense that in addition to those few pills, there are many more treasures, and from a distance, you can see their colorful points of light in the air.

Unceremoniously, another whale swallowed the sea.

After eating these light spots, Huang Pizi began to think about the many treasures of Qilian Mountain.

For a weasel that is already fully psychic, many patrol dogs are no longer useful, and if it wants to, it can easily twist these reminders more than ten times larger animals.

But the weasel didn't act rashly.

Because it knows that its current self is not enough to be so arrogant.

It was the first to hide near the ancient Xianyang Museum for more than ten days.

During this time, weasels sneak around crowded places every day, listening carefully and observing human conversations.

After taking the Three Transformations Creation Wisdom Pill, the weasel's IQ at this time has long been different from what it used to be, and it has the potential to transform into a demon.

In just a few days, the weasel could easily understand what people were saying.

And from the words of many old archaeological experts, Huang Pizi also understood what the other two things that emitted light were.

One of them, a long strip of something that made its eyes sting just by looking at it, was called the 'Dingqin Sword'.

This seems to be the original owner of the pair of eyes, that is, the sword of Yingzheng who made those few pills.

For this sword, the weasel's heart was full of awe, and he did not come forward, but bowed respectfully a few times, and left cautiously.

And the other six things spread out are the things excavated in the Qilian Mountains this time, which they call golden silk jade bamboo slips.

For these six golden silk jade bamboo slips, the weasel didn't understand what it was for at first, but just stood by the side, swallowing the heaven and earth aura it emitted.

But one day, when it was huddled in a corner, and heard an old archaeologist frowning here and muttering the words on one of the golden silk bamboo slips, it suddenly made the weasel stunned.

Because with those words in his ears, the weasel felt that his whole body seemed to be active, as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and an indescribable feeling of comfort and exhilaration, poured into his heart.

Its blood is accelerating, its breathing is growing, and its strength is growing

After the old archaeologist finished reading the words on this golden silk and jade bamboo slip, the weasel trembled!

Treasure!

This is definitely a treasure that has never been seen before!

After waiting here for a long time, listening to the corner of the wall for a long time, the weasel realized that this seemed to be the handwriting of the ancient big man Yingzheng!

This thing seemed to be even more valuable, and he called it the 'cultivation method'!

It seems that after cultivating, you can become an immortal and a god, calling for wind and rain!

Become an immortal!

Become a god!

After hearing this, the weasel suddenly became excited!

Although it has only been a few days since I learned that humans can speak, weasels still have some concepts about things like immortals!

Combined with the scene that happened to him before, the weasel almost jumped three feet high in excitement!

It is worthy of the things left by the great men of ancient times!

It really works!

Pills, swords, pill furnaces, golden silk jade bamboo slips

Just a little bit of power is left to make it so much of a cult creation!

How powerful this ancient emperor named Yingzheng is!

The worship in my heart swelled more and more, and the meaning of respect overflowed.

And one day, I, a weasel, can I actually become an immortal!

The excited weasel took root here, studying and pondering how to cultivate these six cultivation methods here every day.

Even in order to learn more cultivation methods, the weasel also spent more than ten days teaching himself human writing!

However, to the weasel's disappointment, it seemed that it couldn't learn all of these cultivation methods, and could only learn one.

If you want to learn the second type, you have to break everything you have learned before and re-practice, which is a great pity for the weasel.

And in the process of practicing, it seems that there are also five-colored points of light around it, and only in this way can the best effect be achieved.

I have to say that the conditions are very harsh.

But at the same time, the effect of cultivation is also very significant.

But in just a few days, the weasel felt like he had been reborn.

Whether it's reflexes, adaptability, speed, strength, and defense, all of them have been greatly improved!

It has skyrocketed several times directly!

Now the weasel feels like he can even compete with the biggest bear in the forest for food!

At the same time, its voice began to change indistinctly, and it was no longer a 'click' sound as before.

But the good times didn't last long, and the colorful points of light in the ancient Xianyang Museum were gradually absorbed by it, and if you want to continue cultivating, you can only wait for these few treasures to slowly precipitate out the five-colored points of light.

And after there were no five-colored points of light, the weasel found that his cultivation state had entered an unprecedented state of stagnation.

Helpless, the weasel could only look everywhere for the existence of five-colored points of light.

Of course, the weasel is not looking for it blindly, after more than a month of social edification, the weasel has gradually understood many things.

For example, all the places where the five-colored light points are condensed are related to the respected ancient big man Yingzheng.

For example, humans have a place called a 'library' that holds all the answers.

It didn't take long for the weasel to find the location of the Shaanxi District Library through a map of the city of Shaanxi District hanging in his office.

Then he embarked on the road to the Shaanxi District Library.

As for how the night owl came to be, it was simply that the weasel had barely taken a few steps before it rushed down, and both eyes were full of excitement and pleasure at the sight of food.

In the long jungle career, one of the weasels feared one of the natural predators is the night owl, and now that it is difficult to turn over, where can you get used to it?

"Click~"

The weasel grinned, and immediately turned around, and directly pawed the night owl out of the air.

The poor night owl didn't even understand what was going on, and hit his head on the ground.

At the same time as the blood flowed everywhere, the sky turned dark.

It fluttered its wings and tried to leave, but was dragged to the ground by a weasel much smaller than it, and no matter how much it flapped its wings, it was useless.

Three times five divided by two pressed on the ground and beaten violently, the night owl became a miserable working bird.

Under the stars, the weasel calculates the direction based on the map he has seen earlier, and directs the night owl forward.

The distance of dozens of kilometers was running rapidly, which directly made the night owl tremble all over his tired body.

Helplessly, if it slows down, the weasel will grab it on the back with one paw and mercilessly pick off a hand of hair.

Just when it was about to lose its support, the weasel finally arrived at its destination.

It was a silent building.

'Click, click!! ’

Hearing the excited command of the weasel behind him, the night owl fell without saying a word.

'Smack! ’

Gently landing on the roof of the Shaan'an Library, the weasel looked around and made sure that he had come to the library, and then it waved its paws.

Seeing this, the night owl hurriedly flapped its wings and fled in a hurry, and swore that he would never catch a weasel again in his life.

Ignoring the battered night owl, the weasel looked around and quickly determined the location of the main building.

Silently climbing over, looking at the closed door of the library, it came to a corner of the glass door, stretched out its paws, and gently drew a circle on the glass.

There was a cacophony of glass cutting.

It didn't take long for a small hole to appear in the huge glass window.

The weasel crept in.

'Bang Da~'

A slight sound rang out in the silent room, and the air was filled with the smell of books, which the weasel loved very much.

It climbed onto the bookshelf, and the darkness of the night was no reason to stop it from searching, and in the darkness of the night, the weasel's golden pupils glowed, bringing everything into view.

There is no blank search.

The weasel began to seriously rummage through all the books in the library about the First Emperor's reign.

In just one night, the weasel flipped through hundreds of different books.

But to its dismay, there was no news about the First Emperor's buried items.

Regrouping, the weasel did not give up.

For the rest of the year, the weasel rummaged through the library.

Whether it is day or night, it is tirelessly looking for traces of Yingzheng.

And I don't know if it's because the animal physique is good or because of the practice of Yingzheng's cultivation method, the weasel never sleeps, but it also maintains full spirit.

In order to avoid unnecessary incidents, it does not flip through books in front of many humans during the day, and even avoids the camera, which is nothing to a psychic weasel.

But what makes the weasel a little helpless is that no matter what, it can't find any traces of Yingzheng's ancient burial objects.

There is a place called the Terracotta Army, and the weasel found it and ran away all night, only to find that there was nothing.

Not to mention the rich five-colored points of light, there are only one or two points of light scattered in the sky here, which are less than in the city.

In desperation, the weasel returned to Shaanxi and began to try to find traces.

But this time, instead of returning to the library, the weasel went to the Shaanxi District Museum.

It wandered around in this museum, and finally came to a place full of books.

Looking at this piece of ancient books, the weasel looked bright, and without saying a word, he continued to read it.

It wasn't very frizzy, but learned from the movements of many old professors, and looked at them carefully.

The sun rises and sets, and the stars rise and set.

The weasel was very patient, without the slightest hint of impatience, and continued to look for traces calmly.

And God always favors the industrious.

After another week here, the weasel finally found a valuable trace of the ancient great man Shi Huang on an ancient book.

In the night, the weasel's golden eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.

[Time, the sky is clear, the breeze is warm, the ministers are lined up, and the snow covers the sky]

[King Qin ascended to the sky, based on the top of Taihua, feasted in all directions, prospered, and enshrined the gods of all parties in the Immortal Qin God Dynasty! 】

Looking at this not very long record, the weasel muttered silently.

"Kaka (Huashan)?"

"Click, click, (there are traces of big shots here)?"

"Ka Ka Ka (and also enshrined the god position)?"

(End of chapter)