Xiao Ji went fast and came quickly. About half an hour later, the light and shadow flashed, and with a whoosh, Xiao Ji came out of the ground.

"How?"

Yang Ji took a few steps forward and said with concern.

"Phew!"

Xiao Ji met Yang Ji's gaze and slowly shook his head.

"No?"

Yang Ji's face changed, and he immediately asked, "Xiao Ji, are you sure that you have searched every place?"

"Phew!"

This time, Xiao Ji nodded, indicating that he had indeed found every corner.

Yang Ji's heart suddenly sank. Xiao Ji is the king of ten thousand snakes, walking through the ground like a fish in water, it says that if there is no, it must be nothing. Could it be that the vicissitudes of life, the changes of the sun and the moon, the "Book of Confucianism" has disappeared?

Yang Ji's eyes flickered, and his heart was uncertain.

The Book of Confucianism is a treasure designated by the predecessor of Confucianism and Taoism to take it, and it is the key to recontemplating the once brilliant literary and Taoist prosperity before the destruction of the era.

At the time when Wendao is weakened, this "Book of Confucianism" can be said to be the holy text of Confucianism and Taoism. If the historians knew, they would be willing to exchange their lives.

If it is really missing, it will be a huge loss for the Wendao lineage.

"Impossible. The cave may disappear, the earth may rise and fall, but the Book of Confucianism and Taoism should not be. In such a long era, even a piece of the broken pen and ink of the sage can be preserved, and it is impossible for a copy of the Book of Confucianism and Taoism to not be preserved?"

Yang Ji slowly raised his head, looking at the bright stars in the sky, and his heart rose and fell.

"The Book of Great Confucianism" is definitely not as good as the "pen and ink of the sage of literature", but Yang Ji has "read" the memory of the fallen Confucianism and Taoism predecessors, and knows that this "Book of Confucianism" is the key to the revival of the literature and Taoism for those who have disappeared "The Sage of Confucianism" for later generations.

This kind of thing is more important than the "pen and ink of the saint", and it cannot be extinguished, weathered, or disappeared at any time with the passing of time.

"Those vanished literary saints are pedantic and human, connecting the past and the present. He is also proficient in the Heavenly Machine Mathematics Technique, so it is impossible to make such a big mistake. If the Book of Confucianism really ruined it, that Confucian and Taoist predecessor would never have asked me to pick it up. There must be something in there that I didn't notice. But...... What is it?"

Yang Ji looked at the sky and fell into deep contemplation.

The sky was full of stars, and before you knew it, it was getting darker. Yang Ji looked at the sky full of stars, and his eyes swept over one of the constellations. Suddenly, my heart shook. In Yang Ji's perception, the position of this constellation seems to be slightly different from before.

"Buzz!"

A spiritual light crossed his mind, and Yang Ji was shocked, and suddenly understood.

"I know, I know...... It's not that the Book of Confucianism has disappeared. It's that I'm not in the right place at all. ”

Yang Ji suddenly realized in a trance:

"According to the map, you only need to track the terrain, but the positioning of the stars is different. I only noticed the position of the stars, but I didn't notice that the positions of the stars change at different times!"

Thinking of later, Yang Ji Huoran jumped up and became excited.

The position of the stars is not immutable. Rather, it changes over time. Most of the stars that can be observed by the naked eye do not change much with the hour, but they correspond to the position on the ground, which is a difference of a millimeter.

When Yang Ji thought of this time, his heart was bright, and the previous haze was swept away.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Yang Ji calculated again. Two hours later, Yang Ji finally figured out the location of the cave.

"The place where the Book of Confucianism is buried is not here. It's there!"

Yang Ji's gaze swept over the mountains and fell to another mountain peak not far away.

"Xiao Ji. I'm sorry for you. ”

After arriving at that peak, Yang Ji patted Xiao Ji's head again. This time, Xiao Ji came out quickly.

"Sizzle!"

Xiao Ji excitedly spit out the letter and cheered in front of Yang Ji. Its tail flicked across the ground, and it quickly wrote a clumsy line of handwriting.

"Cave, I'...... Found the cave. ”

Yang Ji read out the line of handwriting that "Xiao Ji" had drawn on the ground. Seeing this line of handwriting, Yang Ji clenched his fists fiercely. Excitement in my heart:

"Great, finally found!"

"Hope is the cave!"

Yang Ji wasn't sure that this must be the cave, but this location, this location...... , Yang Ji secretly guessed in his heart that there should be no mistake in ten **.

"Sizzle!"

Right at the foot of the mountain. Xiao Ji stopped, and a fierce man burrowed into the depths of the earth. Yang Ji took a look, and the place where Xiao Ji got into it was completely dirt and gravel, and there was no passage.

"This should be the previous passage blocked. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

"Groan!"

With a clear dragon roar, the four "Guquan Swords" behind Yang Ji that sharpened iron like mud came out of their sheaths together, flickered in the air, and instantly turned into a violent wind and burrowed into the ground.

"Go ahead!"

Yang Ji urged the sword, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and countless dirt and stone chips were driven by the sword qi and flew out one after another. Xiao Ji led the way in front, and Yang Ji used the "Immortal Back Sword" to dig the passage in the back.

Yang Ji excavated the passage with the realm of martial arts fourfold, and the degree was extremely fast.

"Huh, why do you keep going down?"

Yang Ji just dug seven or eight zhang, and immediately felt that something was wrong. Cave, cave...... , The nearest truth should be on the mountain, according to Xiao Ji to lead the way, this cave should be underground, then it is not a cave, but a "cave".

"Is it a cave that Xiao Ji told me?"

Yang Ji immediately felt that something was wrong, Xiao Ji's "cultivation" of the text was not deep, I am afraid it was very likely that he misunderstood his meaning.

But Xiao Ji was rushing and leading the way down, Yang Ji hesitated, and finally decided to follow Xiao Ji to continue drilling.

When Yang first dug up, the surface of the foot of the mountain was still reddish-brown rocks, but the further down he went, the softer and wetter the soil became.

Ten zhang, fifteen zhang, twenty zhang......

Yang Ji dug deeper and deeper, and at this time he couldn't see both sides clearly. Yang Ji's heart moved, and he took out the "fire avoidance bead". A reddish-brown glow shone on both sides, and the tunnel became bright again.

"Why is this cave so deep? Am I mistaken, this is not the one I'm looking for?"

Yang Ji frowned, and dug more than twenty zhang before he reached the end. Yang Ji couldn't confirm whether this was the one he was looking for at this time.

"Bang!"

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sudden hard feeling from the front end of the Guquan Sword, as if it had encountered a layer of hard rock.

Yang Ji became more and more curious in his heart, the stone that could make the Guquan Sword feel hard was not an ordinary stone.

Rumble!

Yang Ji poured blood qi into the sword weapon, and the next moment, there was a boom. The tunnel collapsed, and pieces of broken rock fell out from the front, and behind the broken rock, this huge one-person-high, black hole hole passage appeared. The passage goes down, and I don't know where it ends.

"Phew!"

Seeing this passage deep underground, Yang Ji took a deep breath:

"The vicissitudes of life, things are not people...... , I didn't think that this cave had sunk to the ground. ”

Yang Ji looked in front of him. The passage of this black hole coincides with a certain image in the memory, which is the "entrance" to the cave in the memory of the Confucian and Taoist predecessors.

Although time has changed, Yiqiē seems much older. But it was indeed the cave, no doubt.

Yang Ji took a deep breath, held the "Fire Avoidance Bead", and stepped into the dark passage. The passage was quiet, only the echo of Yang Ji's footsteps.

I don't know how long it took, but a little light suddenly appeared in front of me.

"It's really here. ”

Yang Ji slowly stepped across the passage and stepped into the stone chamber in front of him. I was thrilled. Over a long period of time, there have been many changes here.

The rock layer that supports the cave has collapsed. Pieces of rock are scattered in the stone chamber.

Yang Ji stood in this stone chamber and suddenly had an illusion. It seems that the era of countless eras ago coincided with the era in front of us.

The sky is falling apart, time is repeating, and many things have been worn away, but the breath that remains has not changed.

"The Book of Confucianism!"

Yang Ji looked at the stone platform in the center. He read out the handwriting on the cover of the thick, hard-cover book on the stone platform. It was a large book more than a foot long, twice the size of an ordinary book.

The whole body of the book is glowing with white light, and the surface is full of complex mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, revealing an ancient atmosphere. The "Book of Great Confucianism" on the book cover gives people an extremely heavy feeling, and it seems to carry countless times and history. and unspeakable burdens.

Yang Ji did not guess wrong, although the times have changed and the era has changed, this book, which carries countless hopes for the revival of Confucianism and Taoism, has not been annihilated or disappeared with time.

Yang Ji looked at the big book on the five-foot-high stone platform, his heart was heavy, he wanted to take it, but he didn't want to take it. Yang Ji knows that the "Book of Confucianism" in front of him is not just a book, once it is received, it also means a commitment, responsibility and burden.

At this moment, countless pictures flashed in Yang Ji's mind, eight years of hard study, countless days and nights of fascination for that prosperous era of literature and Taoism, the reading of the liberal arts examination, and the promise made to that senior in the body of the evil spirit...... , one by one through the mind.

"Senior, although I don't know if I can summon a mighty river, I will definitely do my best to fulfill my promise to you!"

With this thought in his mind, Yang Ji stretched out his palm and solemnly held up the thick book on the stone platform.

"Smack!"

When Yang Ji opened the "Book of Confucianism" with anticipation, he suddenly felt as if he had been slapped in the face, and his face changed suddenly.

"No words, how can there be no handwriting?"

Yang Ji was taken aback. He turned to the second and third pages without believing evil: "No words, no words, no words...... Why are they all blank!"

The initial excitement and anticipation were gone, looking at the blank "Book of Great Confucianism" in his hand, Yang Ji instantly fell into the ice abyss, and cold sweat came out on his forehead.

"How can there be no wordless "Book of Great Confucianism" to revitalize Wendao?"

Yang Ji's face turned pale. He thought that he might not be able to find the Book of Great Confucianism, but he never expected that there would be a blank in the Book of Great Confucianism.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Ji's heart became heavier and heavier, and the moment he closed the page, Yang Ji's heart was cold.

This is really a wordless book!(To be continued......)

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