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Faint lights shone in the tall buildings.
The old man on duty in the security room at the entrance was sitting on a chair, dozing off at one point or another. The small-power electric fan was whirring. He didn't know what sweet dream he had, and his mouth was drooling all over the floor.
This is the Shaan'an Library, one of the libraries with the richest collection of books in Shaanxi District.
In the silent night, the entire huge park is shrouded in cameras with no blind spots.
No thief has entered here for more than ten years, which is why the old man took a nap.
The silvery white moonlight falls on the earth, adding a bit of coldness to this thousand-year-old silence.
And in this huge library, which had not been visited by thieves for more than ten years, today we encountered an unprecedented guest.
'Pulling pulling~'
The sound of flapping wings came from the sky.
A huge night owl was flapping its wings and flying in from a distance.
Its wingspan is extremely wide, about 120 centimeters when unfolded, and a pair of sharp long claws shimmer like scimitars. It is the king from the night sky.
But at this time, the king of the night sky seemed not to be in good condition.
It seemed like it had just experienced a big battle. A lot of smooth feathers fell off its butt. There were obviously a few deep wounds on its legs. It seemed that its head had been scratched a few times. Although it was not fatal, it looked weak from the look on its face. You can tell from the flapping of the wings that this is not that easy.
And behind this night owl flapping its wings, there is a bunch of golden hair floating in the wind.
"Kakakaka."
The culprit, Huang Pizi, was lying behind the huge night owl, enjoying the night breeze.
It came back with the archaeological team in the Qilian Mountains.
I took a free ride, but I don’t know whether it was too tired from kneeling on the ground for more than ten days or because it was too full before leaving. It just fell asleep in the backpack.
When it wakes up, it returns to the place where its dream began.
In the familiar ancient Xianyang Museum, Weasel could clearly sense that in addition to the few pills, there were many more treasures. From a distance, he could see their colorful light spots scattered in the air.
Another unceremonious meal.
After eating these light spots, Huang Pizi began to think about the many treasures in Qilian Mountain.
For the weasel that has become completely psychic, many patrol police dogs are no longer of any use. If it is willing, it can easily twist off these animals that are more than ten times larger than the alert.
But the weasel didn't act rashly.
Because it knows that the current self is not enough to be so arrogant.
It took the lead in hiding near the Ancient Xianyang Museum for more than ten days.
During this period of time, the weasel sneaked around in crowded places every day, listening and observing human conversations carefully.
After taking the Third Transformation Good Fortune Huiling Pill, the weasel's IQ was already different from what it used to be, and he had the potential to transform into a demon.
In just a few days, the weasel can easily understand what people mean.
From the words of many old archaeological experts, Huang Pizi also understood what the other two objects emitting light spots were.
One of the long things that made his eyes sting just by looking at it was called the 'Ding Qin Sword'.
This seems to be the sword of the original owner of the pair of eyes, Ying Zheng, who made those pills.
For this sword, the weasel was filled with awe and did not move forward. Instead, he kowtowed a few times respectfully and left cautiously.
The other six things spread out are the things excavated in the Qilian Mountains this time. They call them golden silk and jade bamboo slips.
Regarding these six gold and jade bamboo slips, Weasel didn't know what the use was at first. He just stood by and swallowed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth emanating from them.
But one day, when it huddled in a corner and heard an old archaeologist frowning and reciting the words on one of the gold and jade bamboo slips, the weasel was immediately stunned.
Because as those words melted into his ears, Weasel felt that his whole body seemed to be alive, as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and an indescribable feeling of comfort and joy flowed into his mind.
Its blood is flowing faster, its breathing is becoming longer, and its strength is gradually growing.
After the old archaeologist finished reading the words on the gold and jade bamboo slip, the weasel started to tremble!
treasure!
This is definitely an unprecedented treasure!
After waiting here for a long time and listening to the corner for a long time, Weasel finally understood that this seemed to be the work of that ancient great figure Ying Zheng!
This thing seems to be more valuable, and he calls it a 'cultivation method'!
It seems that after practicing, you can become an immortal or a god, and control the 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 he realized that humans can talk, Weasel still has some ideas about things like gods and immortals!
Combined with the scene that happened to him before, the weasel almost jumped three feet high in excitement!
It is indeed something left by a great figure in ancient times!
It actually still works!
Pills, swords, pill furnaces, gold silk jade bamboo slips
Just a little bit of power can make it achieve such great success!
How powerful is this ancient emperor named Ying Zheng!
The worship in my heart grew more and more, and my respect was beyond words.
And one day, I, the weasel, can actually become an immortal!
The excited weasel took root here and studied and figured out how to practice these six cultivation methods every day.
In order to learn more cultivation methods, Weasel even spent more than ten days teaching himself human writing!
However, what makes Weasel a little disappointed is that it seems that it cannot learn all these cultivation methods, but can only learn one.
If you want to learn the second type, you have to break up everything you have learned before and practice it again. This is a great regret for the weasel.
And during the practice, it seems that there are five colored light spots around. Only in this way can the best effect be achieved.
It has to be said that the conditions are very harsh.
But while doing this, the effects of practice are also very significant.
But in just a few days, Weasel felt like he was completely reborn.
Whether it is reaction, adaptability, speed, strength, or defense, all aspects have been greatly improved!
It skyrocketed several times!
Now the weasel feels that he can even compete with the biggest bear in the forest for food!
At the same time, its voice began to gradually change into a vague one, and it no longer just made a 'ka-ka-ka' sound like before.
But the good times did not last long. The colorful light spots in the ancient Xianyang Museum were gradually absorbed by it. If you want to continue practicing, you can only wait for these treasures to slowly precipitate the five-colored light spots.
Without the five-color light spots, Weasel found that his cultivation state had entered an unprecedented state of stagnation.
With no choice, the weasel could only look for the five-colored light spots everywhere.
Of course, the weasel is not looking for it blindly. After more than a month of social influence, the weasel has gradually understood many things.
For example, all the places where there are many five-color light spots are related to the respected ancient figure Ying Zheng.
For another example, humans have a place called the 'library', which contains all the answers.
It didn't take long for Weasel to find the location of the Shaanxi District Library from a Shaanxi District city map hanging in the office.
Then we set off on the road to the Shaanxi District Library.
As for how this night owl came to be, it was simply because the weasel had just run a few steps before it rushed down, its eyes filled with the excitement and joy of discovering food.
During its long life in the jungle, one of the weasel's most feared natural enemies was the night owl. Now that it has finally become its own master, how can it still be tolerated?
"Kakakakakaka~"
The weasel smiled ferociously, then turned around and snatched the night owl out of the air with one paw.
The poor night owl didn't even understand what happened, and hit its head on the ground.
While blood was flowing everywhere, the sky was spinning.
It flapped its wings and tried to leave, but was dragged to the ground by a weasel that was much smaller than it. No matter how much it flapped its wings, it was of no use.
After being pinned to the ground and beaten violently, the night owl became a miserable working bird.
Under the starry sky, the weasel calculated the direction based on the map he had seen before, and directed the night owl to move forward.
Running so fast over a distance of dozens of kilometers made the night owl tremble from exhaustion.
There is nothing you can do, if you slow down a bit, the weasel will grab its back with its claws and pluck off a handful of hair without mercy.
Just when it was about to lose its support, the weasel finally arrived at its destination.
It was a silent building.
'Crack, click, click! ! '
Hearing the excited command from the weasel behind him, the night owl alighted without saying a word.
'Crack! '
Landing gently on the roof of the Shaan'an Library, the weasel looked around and made sure that it had arrived at the library before waving its paws.
Seeing this, the night owl felt like it was being pardoned, and hurriedly flapped its wings and fled in a hurry, and swore never to catch a weasel again in this life.
Ignoring the shocked Night Owl, the Weasel looked around and quickly determined the location of the main building.
Climbing over quietly, looking at the closed door of the library, it came to a glass door in a corner, stretched out its paws, and gently drew a circle on the glass.
There were bursts of harsh glass cutting sounds.
Not long after, a small hole appeared in the huge glass window.
The weasel slipped in quietly.
'Pah~'
A slight sound rang in the silent room, and the air was filled with the scent of books, a smell that the weasel liked very much.
It climbed onto the bookshelf, and the darkness was no reason to stop it from searching. Under the pitch-black night, the weasel's golden pupils glowed, reflecting everything into its eyes.
There is no wandering search.
Weasel began to carefully search through all the books about the First Emperor Ying Zheng in the library.
In just one night, Weasel flipped through hundreds of different books.
But what makes it a little frustrating is that there is no news about the items buried by the First Emperor.
Regrouping, the Weasel did not give up.
For the next period of time, the weasel kept rummaging around in the library.
No matter day or night, it is tirelessly looking for traces of Ying Zheng.
And it is not known whether it is because the animal's physique is already good or because he has practiced Ying Zheng's cultivation method. The weasel never sleeps, but he also maintains full energy.
In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, when reading books during the day, it would not read in front of many humans, and would even avoid cameras. This kind of behavior 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 Ying Zheng's ancient burial items.
There was a place called the Terracotta Warriors and Horses. After discovering it, the weasel ran away overnight, but when he arrived, he found nothing.
Not to mention the rich five-color light spots, there are only one or two scattered light spots in the sky here for several miles, which is less than in the city.
Reluctantly, the weasel returned to Shaanxi District and began to try to find traces.
But this time, the weasel did not return to the library, but went to the Shaanxi District Museum.
It was in this museum, twisting and turning, and finally came to a place filled with books.
Looking at these pieces of ancient books, Weasel's eyes were bright and he continued to read without saying anything.
It was not very irritable, but followed the actions of many old professors and carefully looked through these.
The sun rises and sets, the stars rise and set.
The weasel was very patient and showed no sign of impatience. He continued to look for traces calmly.
And God will always favor those who work hard.
After spending another full week here, Weasel finally found a valuable trace about the ancient great figure Shi Huangdi in an ancient book.
Under the night, the weasel's golden eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
[The sky is bright and clear, the breeze is gentle, thousands of ministers are standing in the crowd, and the sky is covered with heavy snow]
[The King of Qin ascended to the sky, stood on the top of Taihua, hosted banquets from all directions, and the occasion was prosperous, and he enthroned the Qin Dynasty to the throne of gods from all over the world! 】
Looking at this not very long record, the weasel began to mutter silently.
"Kaka (Huashan)?"
"Kakakakakaka (are there traces of a big shot here)?"
"Kakaka (also conferred a divine status)?"
(End of chapter)
