Feng Qingling carried Long Wu and walked west for about half a pillar of incense, and met Qing Miao, Long Er and Luo Ying.

"Did you find anything?"

Qing Miao nodded and took out a picture book from the sleeve of her robe. Feng Qingling took it and handed it to Long Wu, Long Wu flipped it over, Feng Qingling leaned over to see it, the painting on it was quite beautiful.

"Is there anything strange?" Feng Qingling looked at Ryuuji.

Long Aotian frowned: "Don't you think the words on it are strange?"

Feng Qingling set his eyes on the picture books again, only to find that under the beautiful pictures, there were two lines of text to explain the content and author of these pictures, or just some poems. It's just that the following two lines of text are written in two words. One of them she recognizes is the Hua script, and the other one can be guessed that it should be the Yue script!

"Isn't there anything strange! Didn't you say that the Yue Kingdom had ruled this area for a while, and there was nothing wrong with the script of the country?" Feng Qingling even felt that this Yue Kingdom monarch was already good, at least he didn't directly erase the Hua script and unify the script.

"Strange is strange here. If it is a picture book during the reign of Yue Guo, then it should only use Yue Wen. And if it was the Hua Kingdom that later regained its rule, it would definitely not use the words of the invaders to annotate the atlas. Moreover, it is obvious that the graphic content on the picture book is not in the category of traditional culture of Hua, but seems to be a popular cultural phenomenon in Yueguo. ”

"Hua has a large population, and after the monarch of Yue State unified the world, in order to facilitate the people of the original Hua country to learn Yue culture conveniently and as soon as possible, it is not impossible to print two languages?"

"If you were the monarch of the Yue Kingdom, would you put the Hua Kingdom script on it?"

"Uh...... It's really strange!" Feng Qingling touched his nose and asked, "Where did you find this picture book?"

"In the temple of the land in the west of the city. There are many similar picture books and books in it, mostly of this plate type. There is even a part of it that is all written by Yue Wen!" Qing Miao patiently explained.

"Let's go and have a look!" Feng Qingling hugged Long Wu and went to the Land Temple with them.

Behind the statue of the god of the Land Temple, there are indeed dozens of stacks of picture books and books with different contents, and as the second child of the Long family said, the printing method is the same, and she can't understand the literary content, but since Long Er said that it is not the traditional culture of Hua, it probably won't be wrong. The printing and content of the picture books are exquisite, and the text in the book is easy to understand. She took a cursory look at the content, the content is interesting, the story is wonderful, and even some of the ideas are bold and open-minded, very interesting, and even talks about the "feelings between people of the same sex should be respected" and other assertions, and even accompanied by harmonious and beautiful pictures and texts. More than 1,000 years ago, this was really too bold and straightforward.

The more she looked at it, the more interesting she became, the more interesting she became, the more fascinated she became, until Qing Miao patted her on the shoulder, she reacted and closed the book.

"What are you looking at?"

Feng Qingling looked at Qing Miao and smiled confidently: "I think, I probably understand!"

"What do you understand?" Qing Miao's eyes lit up and she asked hurriedly.

Feng Qingling shook his head and didn't say more. Tuck the album you read with relish just now into his sleeve, pull up Long Wu, who was reading juvenile books on the side, and said with a smile: "This time, let's go and meet those evil ghost scholars for a while!"

"Scholar?" Qing Miao was puzzled.

"Yes! Scholar!" Feng Qingling smiled leisurely, his eyes were firm, and even with a sense of urgency-

When he came to the mass grave again, Long Xiangyu's Jizo Sutra had been recited three or four times. And the powerful ghosts who can be tempered by him have also been tempered, and those who remain are afraid that there are only dozens of ancient eaters.

Leng Qianhan and Bai Wan stood aside and watched the excitement, and standing by was probably the only thing they could do.

Long Xiangyu saw Feng Qingling and the others coming back, and saw that she had a great intention of going to the center of the mass grave again to find out, so he couldn't help but look at her with surprised and warning eyes. The look in his eyes clearly said: Didn't you say that you don't care anymore?

Feng Qingling was thick-skinned, tilted his head sideways and didn't look at him, and said arrogantly: "I take back the preface!"

Long Xiangyu smiled: "I didn't say anything!"

"I'll just say it to you!" Feng Qingling said with a smile, "This time I have a word first, and the rest of these evil ghosts, if I can persuade me, I will persuade them, but if I can't, I have to swallow them!"

"Girl, what a big breath! The outcome is still unknown, right?" The purple-clothed scholar was already standing above the center of the mass grave at this moment, but the weapon in his hand had changed from a champion pen to a folding fan. The purple clothes are flying, the folding fan is shaking gently, the momentum is like a rainbow, and the eyebrows are picturesque, even if he is stepping on ten thousand bones, it looks very good-looking.

Feng Qingling didn't look at his appearance carefully, but now it seems that it really fits his eyes. She has always been very polite to good-looking people, even if this person just made her feel the pain of flesh cutting: "How about we come to Wendou this time? If we lose, let you deal with it." If you lose, you abandon your cultivation and re-enter samsara?"

"Don't be small, girl, do you know who my eldest brother is?" another young man dressed as a scholar floated out from the bottom of the pit, dressed in a green shirt, but also elegant.

"Oh, I want to hear about it!"

"My eldest brother is Lu Qian, the champion of the nineteenth year of the Sheng Dynasty!, and he was fourteen years old at the time!" said the scholar in the green shirt, very proud.

Feng Qingling raised his eyebrows and praised smoothly: "I became the champion at the age of fourteen, it's really amazing!" Then he stretched out his hand and pushed Long Er, who was standing not far away, in front of him, and asked the two in the pit with a smile, "Do you know who this person is next to me?"

The scholar in the green shirt snorted coldly: "Hmph, who do I care who he is?"

"Good! Very good!" Feng Qingling turned around with a slight smile, paced a few steps easily, and raised his head to mutter, "The sea is tolerant of all rivers, and there is tolerance! A group of pretentious literati and scholars, but they have no room for people, they really call themselves scholars!"

"You know what?"

Feng Qingling's words seemed to poke Lu Qian's sore spot, and as soon as her words fell, he had already come to her, looking directly at her with cold eyes, making her faintly feel a chill all over her body, and even the jade bracelet that Leng Qianhan gave her could not resist the kind of bone-chilling cold. Come to think of it, this Lu Qian was really chilled back then.

"Okay! You say I don't understand! Then let's talk about what I don't understand?" Feng Qingling forced himself to look directly into his cold eyes, and said calmly, "Hua Kingdom fell into the hands of others back then, but will it be recaptured after a few years?"

"Yes! Ten years! It took them ten years to regain everything that belonged to them!" Lu Qian turned his back and no longer looked at her, only the scholar in the green shirt could see the pain and sadness in his eyes.

"Do they have a memorial to mourn your souls?"

"Memorial, memorial?" Lu Qian turned his head suddenly, driving a gust of cold wind.

Feng Qingling subconsciously swallowed his saliva and said stiffly, "Isn't this enough?"

Lu Qian clenched his fingers, and sneered a little at the corner of his mouth: "Who is rare?!"

"What do you want them to do? Remember the shame of the country, the sacrifice of your ancestors, and the slaughter of you?"

"Yes!"