After dinner, Yue Huan invited Qiong Yi and the others to the Fuwen Hall. Qiong Yi didn't see Su Ye and asked casually: "Master Yue, didn't Su Ye go with you at noon? Why aren't you here?"
Yue Huan replied: "Brother Su followed the elders to Feng Cangyu into the Sui Zhu Pavilion. He said, you three are going to the literary hall, but he will not go. I will lead the way for you. My father said, if there is a book that you like, I will give it to you." Each guest only needs to register the registration number with the disciple on duty, and then he can be taken away."
"Sect Master Yue is so generous." Qiong Yi sighed: "Then I would like to thank you here, Master Yue, and I would also like to thank Master Yue."
"No need to be polite." Yue Huan raised his hand: "You three, please."
Yue Huan led the three of them to the outside of Yujunyuan for a long way. The banyan trees on the roadside were tall and dense, with intertwined branches and a canopy like a mountain. Above the tree crowns, two tall buildings side by side could be faintly seen in the distance, silent in the dim twilight. . Yue Huan said, those are the Tibetan Hall and the Assistant Hall.
When she got closer, Qiong Yi could clearly see the pagoda-like Tibetan Hall, which was covered with mahogany. It was built in a solemn and simple style, not luxurious. The inscriptions on the plaque were majestic and powerful. Disciples in well-dressed uniforms patrolled and guarded. Yue Huan explained: "This is the Tibetan Hall. Only elders, hall masters and superiors can enter on weekdays. Ordinary disciples are not qualified to enter, and even I am inconvenient to enter. "
Adjacent to the Tibetan Wen Hall is a huge building, three or four stories high, with an entrance outside, and the disciples on duty sitting at the door, which is the Assistant Wen Hall.
Yue Huan stopped in front of the door: "We're here."
The room was silent. The indoor stone steps went up to a high ground to prevent the books from getting damp. As they went up, Yue Huan took out three palm-sized luminous pearls from the storage cabinet on duty and handed them to them one by one: "Lu Miss, Brother Sheng, Young Master Yan. I won’t accompany you to go inside to read the book. If you have chosen well, just return the lighting beads here and give instructions to this junior brother.”
The disciple on duty didn't say anything, just nodded.
The three of them thanked each other in a low voice and walked into the literary hall holding night pearls in hand.
Before reaching the bookcase, the porcelain lamp hanging on the wall can be vaguely seen, and the candle flame is dancing. Behind the upright bookcase storage area, the candle lamp is replaced by night pearls, all illuminated by pearl light. Qiong also knows that this is not to show generosity, but to show off generosity. Prevent water from escaping.
There were not only the three of them in the hall, but also scattered disciples of the Beishan clan, who were browsing in front of the bookcase and reading at night. Qiong Yi held the cold beads and shuttled among the countless books, looking for records about Xirong and Kunzhai according to the categories of the books. Yan Tingshenben and the two of them walked in tandem. Maybe he saw the books he was interested in. Gradually, he became separated from the two of them and disappeared without a trace.
Qiong Yi agreed in advance to meet outside the hall and didn't pay attention to where Yan Tingshen went. She and Sheng Xuanyuan rummaged through cabinets one after another. They didn't find it on the first floor of the bookstore, so they carried Ye Mingzhu to the second floor.
There were almost no Beishan disciples on the second floor, and most of the luminous pearls on the wall were missing, making the room even darker and cramped. Fortunately, they had enough eyesight, and after another round of searching, Qiong Yi had to go to the third floor of the Wen Hall.
The third floor was completely dark, and there were many scriptures and scriptures that the disciples had no use for in daily life. A thin layer of dust fell on the bookcases. There were only the faint light of two night pearls on the huge floor. Here, they finally found everything. Something to ask for.
"found it."
Qiong Yi put the lighting bead into Sheng Xuanyuan's hand, bent down and took out a book from the cabinet. The signature on the side of the book clearly stated two words: Xirong. The books listed with this book are almost all records related to Xirong. Qiong also opened this nearly brand-new volume. The handwriting copied inside was beautiful and it was indeed a copy. Sheng Xuanyuan put the night pearl in front of the volume, and the cold light reflected each clearly. Qiong Yi read the word hastily, but the content made her disappointed. She sighed and murmured: "...I have already read these in the library of Yinyi Garden. Are there no other miscellaneous historical records?"
Sheng Xuanyuan glanced at the page and took a rough look: "Is it about the unification of the Western Desert?"
"Yes." Qiong Yi said lightly: "Twenty-three years ago, the Kunzhai tribe unified the Western Territory."
She added: "But there are too few records about this tribe."
Sheng Xuanyuan's eyes rested on a row of handwriting, "Qiong Yi, here..." He pointed: "Look."
It was a description of a war. It was a few words that she had never paid attention to.
"Why was Kun Zhai able to defeat Geer's 50,000 army with only 5,000 elite soldiers?" Sheng Xuanyuan asked. Only then did Qiong Yi pay attention to thinking about such an inconsistent number and guessed: "Is it a surprise attack? If we don't fight head-on, , maybe..."
"But the other tribes, Lanwu and Danqin, have recorded military strength." Sheng Xuanyuan clicked the sentence with his fingers, which completely summarized Kunzhai's sweeping of the vast western land like an unparalleled magic weapon, and the ten battles against Lanwu. With an army of ten thousand, Danqin's 30,000 elite cavalry and 80,000 strong soldiers, they were unstoppable and victorious in every battle. Five thousand elite soldiers seemed to be invincible, which was too bizarre to be true.
Qiong Yi couldn't figure it out, and felt an inexplicable chill on his back, muttering to himself: "Yes, it's so strange..."
She bit her lower lip and suddenly sighed: "They don't look like humans at all."
As soon as these words came out, even more nonsensical thoughts popped up in her mind: "Sheng Jing, tell me, if these five thousand elite soldiers are five thousand monks, does it make sense?"
Sheng Xuanyuan was startled, and the hand holding Ye Mingzhu became stiff: "...Yes."
Five thousand monks...
Among the five tribes, there are not even 5,000 monks with complete foundations. Why can the small Kunzhai tribe have 5,000 men whose strength is close to that of the monks?
Weird.
Too weird.
Qiong Yi shrank back, put the scroll in her hand back to its original place, and continued to search for what she wanted to know most, the relevant records about the "Kunzhai" tribe.
"Sheng Jing." Qiong Yi paused his hand in front of a scroll: "At this time, I am a little confused about my own thoughts."
The signature of the book was engraved with the word "Kun Zhai".
What I have been searching for, what I have always wanted to know.
Rongjiang is in chaos, but he is most likely a member of a foreign race, but he is a disciple of the five races.
It's inherently contradictory.
Sheng Xuanyuan took out the book halfway and folded his hands with hers, as if to say, don't worry.
Qiong Yi took a deep breath, took out the book from the cabinet, opened the thread-sealed first page, and saw a series of words. It was still a copy copied by others, and even the transcript of the original work was also copied. The content of the book was mixed, including autobiography, There are also actual records.
The first sentence says: I lived in the West for several years, experienced difficult things and survived, so I left a book to describe it.
The author stayed in the Western Desert for more than several years, experienced many hardships, and finally survived. After returning to China, he wrote this book. The two of them read on: Kun Zhai originated from the rebel branch of Qi Rushan. His main family was Su He, and he retained the appearance of Tianxue. He had the same nature as Rong Duo. He was good at playing poison, but he was also very refined...
"Is the Kunzhai tribe a rebel branch of Qi Ru Mountain?" Qiong Yi muttered while reading.
"Qi Ru is a high mountain in the Gobi Desert. There is a river oasis at the foot of the mountain. It is suitable as a tribal settlement. It may be the origin of many clans." Sheng Xuanyuan explained.
Similar to the customs of most Western Desert tribes, Kunzhai can also practice voodoo, but he is not proficient in it. They seem to think that voodoo is learned by humble people and cannot be seen in the light.
"Completely contrary to what we originally knew..."
There is a custom of tattooing in Kunzhai, where slaves tattoo their faces, common people tattoo their chests, and nobles tattoo their backs.
After reading this, Sheng Xuanyuan thought to himself: I remember that the Rong man named Dorna also said that people with high status in Kunzhai would leave tattoos on their backs.
Qi Ru's snow lotus is regarded as evil spirit, so Suhe is behind.
This "Suhe clan" had lotus tattoos on his back. Qiong Yi turned back the page and thought to himself: Unfortunately, the tattoo on my shoulder has been completely cut off, and I can't see what it originally was.
Afterwards, what the two read was mainly narrated by Kun Zhai.
In the twelfth year of Tianmao, Kunzhai destroyed the Geer family.
In the thirteenth year of Tianmao, Kunzhai destroyed Lanwu, and the two Danqin clans and Wuwang Suhe clan unified the western territory.
In the fifteenth year of Tianmao, King Wu died and his eldest son succeeded him.
In the 20th year of Tianmao, King Rong rebelled against all the tribes in the Western Territory and died in chaos. His sister became the king and became the first queen of the Western Territory.
…
The two read the entire book quickly. The book only records that in the twenty-seventh year of Tianmao, a large-scale epidemic broke out in the Western Desert. The cause is unknown. The author of this book also fell ill. After several life and death experiences, he fortunately recovered and left the Western Desert and returned to the Middle Earth. , I wrote this short note.
He added on the last page: This is the only volume in the world.
Next to it is the copyist's small print: This is a complete copy, not an exclusive copy, one volume plus one volume.
Sheng Xuanyuan took a closer look at the symptoms of the epidemic: black eyelids, red palms, half-body paralysis, cough due to wind and cold at first, and then the whole body turned purple...
Qiong also thought it was not a clue about Kun Zhai and did not pay attention.
"Suhe..." She whispered to herself: "The appearance of 'Tianxue' mentioned at the beginning was not stated in the follow-up, which is a pity."
"Probably I haven't been able to see it with my own eyes. This surname is Wang, which is unlikely to be seen by ordinary people." Sheng Xuanyuan looked at Qiong Yi's purple-glazed eyes: "What do you think it is?"
"Based on the meaning of the word, it's either the skin color or the hair color." Qiong also speculated: "It should be the hair color. People with fair skin are not rare, but there are very few people who are born with white hair."
Sheng Xuanyuan felt that this inference made sense and nodded.
The two of them browsed among the bookcases for a long time, and learned about the residence and customs of various ethnic groups in Xirong. For example, the Geer family, Lanwu, etc. who were exterminated did not have the custom of tattooing in the tribe, but instead used it as a punishment. Qiong also wrote down the Suhe clan of the Kunzhai tribe, and thought to herself that there was a high probability that she had some connection with them.
In addition to written biographies, the bookcases even have texts in Western languages, as well as extremely complete maps.
"These are really hard to find in the world..." Qiong also knew that she could not take too many books out of Fuwentang, so she could only try to select the necessary ones, and the rest that could not be taken out could only be memorized silently in her heart. She chose two volumes, One is the Kunzhai language, and the other is the topography and features of various places in the Western Desert.
Seeing that she had an idea, Sheng Xuanyuan asked, "Qiong Yi, are you planning to go to the Western Desert by yourself?"
"Yes." Qiong did not hide anything from him: "I want to find out these things. You know the location of the scar on my shoulder. I am probably not an abandoned baby from an ordinary Kunzhai family. I have a map with me. , and then communicate with the Rong people, it is not difficult to find out the whole story."
"You have actually already guessed it. All you need is the final confirmation."
Qiong also lowered his eyes: "...Yes."
"If you are really from Kunzhai and an important person to them." Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his tone: "You are a relative and a member of the Suhe clan. What do you want?"
Qiong Yi was speechless, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
"Qiong Yi, don't forget, the trouble in Rongjiang has reached the point of sending troops to suppress it."
"I know." She said, "I know all of this."
She asked him: "Are you afraid that my parents are important people in Kunzhai, and that I will never come back and stay in the Western Desert?"
Sheng Xuanyuan looked away slightly, and then said after a long time: "Yes."
His face was a little hazy under the dim light of the night pearl, and his eyes were gleaming, "Qiong Yi, you actually... don't stick to the past. Even without the upbringing of your parents, you have grown to your current age safely. If You are abandoned, and you are only of the same blood as them, so you should be let go. If they didn't intentionally abandon you, something really happened."
He said slowly: "Times have changed, more than ten years have passed. Now, you are your master's disciple, a member of the Lu family, Qiong Yi, and my fiancée. These are the more important things, right?"
Qiong also pursed her lips and smiled bitterly: "Yes..."
"Don't take this risk, okay?" Sheng Xuanyuan held her shoulders, "I don't want you to find yourself in a dilemma between the five tribes and Kun Zhai after knowing the result."
He went to get the scroll in her hand, but Qiong Yi held it tightly and refused to let him take it away.
"Qiong Yi!"
"The author has something to say: Tianmao year XX is my chronicling method. I set it privately. Every hundred years has a year name. Because it is a fictional text, it is awkward to write the AD calendar year. There is no emperor or anything, so I can only make it up like this orz."
