Chapter 90: 90
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The next morning.
Mo Xiaobai rings Meng Cheng's doorbell.
Ding Ding Ding!
The doorbell rang. Not long after, the black metal door opened. Meng Cheng, wearing a loose white shirt and mild temperament, stood inside the door and said with a smile, "come in."
Mo Xiaobai nodded and walked into Meng Cheng's house.
Mengcheng's house is much bigger than the one rented to Mo Xiaobai, and the decoration is more luxurious.
The living room is decorated with unknown black wooden sofas and unknown murals on the walls.
Mo Xiaobai's eyes swept and stopped on a mural.
On the mural, there is a giant who is more than five meters tall, surrounded by a few rabbit people up to his waist. I don't know what they are doing.
Troll and bunny.
Following Mo Xiaobai's eyes, Meng Chengke sees the mural.
He said with a smile: "the mural rubbing down from an ancient relic should be a scene of communication between the two races of the giant spirit and the rabbit man."
Mo Xiaobai asked curiously, "Mr. Meng, what kind of race is Juling?"
His talent is the power of the giant spirit. Mo Xiaobai is very curious about what kind of race the giant spirit is.
Meng chengwenyan reached out and pushed the gold glasses. His dark gray eyes were extremely deep: "the giant spirit was probably a very brilliant race in the ancient times. From the ancient relics and documents we have unearthed, it can be seen that the giant spirit should have a fairly developed civilization at that time, and its individual strength was also very strong, and it might not be weaker than our present blue empire."
Then he sighed: "unfortunately, no one knows why such a powerful spirit suddenly disappeared in the long river of history."
Mo Xiaobai is also very curious when he looks at the mural.
It's clear that all the bunnies in the same era are still alive, but the troll is gone?
Isn't the spirit so miserable?
Mengcheng said with a smile, "follow me to the study."
Mo Xiaobai quickly nods and keeps up with Meng Cheng.
Mengcheng's study is very large, nearly 50 square meters. There is a large wooden desk on the inside of the study. On the desk, there are thick and ancient books stacked, which seem to be research materials.
In the study, there are rows of bookshelves full of books.
Some books look very new, while the covers of some books are very old.
Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of surprise, exclaimed: "so many books?"
There must be thousands of books here, right?
Meng Cheng smiles and says in a soft voice, "have a look for yourself."
Then he came to his desk and took out a strange book.
The book seems to have only the first half, and the second half seems to have been torn off.
The reddish brown cover looks yellowish. I don't know how many years have passed.
It seems to have a long history.
Mengcheng opened the strange book and began to read it.
Mo Xiaobai took a look and cast his eyes on the bookshelf.
He strolled in front of the bookshelf and took out a book.
"The age of the blue, the rule of the six ethnic groups"
Mo Xiaobai opened it and found that this book is about the history of the six ethnic groups, including human, rabbit, night spirit, barbarian, spirit and shark, fighting each other before the establishment of the blue Empire.
Mo Xiaobai turns it up curiously.
He found that before the establishment of the blue Empire, there were active figures of nihilism in the politics and battlefield of the six ethnic groups.
According to Mo Xiaobai, nihilism was born in the golden age before the blue age and even earlier.
The end of the golden age seems to have been opened by nihilism.
The specific reason, Mo Xiaobai does not understand.
But
Mo Xiaobai recalled the strange and evil stone statue of the devil that night.
I'm afraid it has something to do with the destroyer?
Later, it was precisely because of the chaos of various sects worshiping demons and astral evil gods, and the great pressure brought by demons in the void field that the six ethnic groups established the six member Presbyterian group and the imperial parliament, opening the era of the blue empire.
From then on, nihilism and various sects were gradually suppressed into the dark.
Reading time passed quickly. When Mo Xiaobai came back, his stomach was almost flat.
He looked up at Mengcheng's direction and found that he was still digging through the books. He picked up the pen from time to time and didn't know what he was recording.
Mo Xiaobai put the book "rule of six nationalities" back to its original place, and went over curiously.
Later, he found that Meng Cheng's half of the strange ancient books on the table were unfolding. On the yellowing paper of unknown materials, there were signs recording that Mo Xiaobai did not know.
Meng Cheng carefully looked at the symbols, and from time to time he turned over some materials. He seemed to compare the meaning of the symbols again, and from time to time he frowned and thought. He wrote down a few imperial characters on the paper, and sometimes he shook his head slightly and smeared out the characters.I do not know how long, Mengcheng seems to find the edge of the ink white, he gently smile, gently hold gold glasses.
"What's the matter?"
Mo Xiaobai is looking down at those ghost charms, and is pulled back by the voice of Mengcheng.
He immediately some embarrassed smile: "just a little curious about what teacher Meng is doing, so invested, so unconsciously came to have a look."
Mengcheng hears the words, the corners of his mouth are raised, and a smile appears in his dark gray eyes.
"It's no big deal. It's just ancient documents."
"Ancient documents?"
Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the half of the literature.
Although this ancient book seems to be a little old, Mo Xiaobai did not expect that it would be an ancient book of the ancient times even older than the golden age.
The ancient books of that era have not been broken?
Seeing Mo Xiaobai's surprised look, Meng Cheng chuckled: "this is indeed a rare and precious document. After the end of the turmoil of the ancient times and the golden age, the relics and documents of the ancient times have been extremely rare."
Mo Xiaobai looked at the literature on the table, some faded black ink on the yellow paper, and the strange words. He looked at Meng Cheng again, and finally he could not help but ask:
"how could Mr. Meng have this literature?"
Ancient literature, how precious!
Meng Cheng chuckled: "didn't I say that yesterday? My Mongolian family has studied history from generation to generation, and is especially interested in the history of ancient times. "
Mo Xiaobai nodded slightly, then looked at the half ancient books, and asked curiously, "is it related to the half ancient books?"
Meng Cheng nodded slightly. He stood up and went to the window. The sun shone on his face through the window. His face, which was originally a bit angular, was set off with some softness, and his dark gray eyes were also shining.
"Yes, it has something to do with this half ancient book."
"Do you know the name of this ancient book?"
Mo Xiaobai's heart flashed a little curious: "what's the name?"
"Meng Wang Shi"
"ah? This... "
Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes, looked at the ancient books, and then looked at Meng Cheng. His eyes were shocked.
Meng Wang Is it Wang with the surname of Meng?
About the epic of the king of Meng?
Mr. Meng Cheng's surname is Meng
Mo Xiaobai suddenly felt some understanding.
Meng Cheng turned his head and looked at Mo Xiaobai in surprise. He said with a soft smile: "in ancient times, the diary of a king surnamed Meng was brought by our ancestors of the Mongolian family when they fled from their hometown in the rule of the six nationalities."
With that, he sighed, with a look of regret on his face: "it's a pity that there are still half of them. I don't know where they have gone."
Mo Xiaobai was stunned: "Mr. Meng, do you mean that in ancient times, there were kings in your Meng family?"
Meng Cheng chuckled and waved his hand: "of course, it's just the saying of our ancestors of the Mongolian family. How far away the ancient times were. Who knows if our present Mongolian family has anything to do with the then Mongolian king? Maybe it's just a relic fished out by our ancestors. When we look at the name Meng, it's regarded as our family heirloom. It's not even clear whether the Mongolian king is real or the author made it up. Of course, there are still some people in our Mongolian family who are proud of the descendants of the Mongolian king. "
Speaking of this, Meng Cheng said with some humor: "on the contrary, I think it's more likely that this" history of the king of Mongolia "is to put gold on my ancestors' faces."
Mo Xiaobai
Looking at Meng Cheng's smile, Mo Xiaobai's mouth twitched.
If you let Mr. Meng's ancestors hear this, I don't know if the coffin can be pressed?
He wisely decided not to answer, only with an awkward and polite smile.
Mengcheng sees that Mo Xiaobai doesn't answer. He seems to feel a little boring. His eyes brighten when he thinks of something.
"That's right."
He walked back to his desk, took out a thick notebook with a brown black cover from the drawer on one side of the desk, and handed it to Mo Xiaobai.
"Read it."
Mo Xiaobai took the thick notebook, some curious: "teacher Meng, what is this?"
"The translation of Meng Wang Shi."
Ink small white hand a shake, notebook almost fell to the ground.
He opened his eyes and looked at Meng Cheng: "Mr. Meng, it's OK to read such a valuable thing to me?"
Meng Cheng's dark gray eyes looked at Mo Xiaobai and gave him a gentle smile: "Xiaobai, what do you think is the significance of history?"
Mo Xiaobai a Leng, some don't know how to answer.
Meng Cheng patted Mo Xiaobai on the shoulder: "of course, it's to let the world know the rise and fall of the times and our vast world, so that we won't repeat the same mistakes."Mo Xiaobai looked at Mengcheng, then nodded gently.
"I see."
He opened the cover and saw at first a hand-painted bunny in a robe, a crown of thorns and a scepter inlaid with gems.
Seeing this hand-painted picture, Meng Cheng's eyes flashed a little nostalgic: "this notebook was given to me by my brother before, and he copied it according to the history of the king of Mongolia."
Mo Xiaobai nodded.
Yesterday, Meng Cheng also said that his brother was going to look for ancient relics.
Originally, the house belonged to his brother.
Mo Xiaobai opened the first page, powerful handwriting through the paper, telling the beginning of a king.
"My name is Meng Shi. Now I write down this first record. This diary will record my life as the king of rabbit."
"Yes, I was elected king of the rabbit by my compatriots. It's just Can I be a good king? Can you lead a good life with your compatriots in this vast grassland, so that they will no longer be troubled by diseases, worry about food, and be attacked by wild animals? I don't know But I'm willing to work for that. "
"I swear that as the king of rabbit people, I am willing to spend my whole life fighting for my compatriots, so that they will be free from disaster, hunger and pain, and they can live happily on the grassland."
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The next morning.
Mo Xiaobai rings Meng Cheng's doorbell.
Ding Ding Ding!
The doorbell rang. Not long after, the black metal door opened. Meng Cheng, wearing a loose white shirt and mild temperament, stood inside the door and said with a smile, "come in."
Mo Xiaobai nodded and walked into Meng Cheng's house.
Mengcheng's house is much bigger than the one rented to Mo Xiaobai, and the decoration is more luxurious.
The living room is decorated with unknown black wooden sofas and unknown murals on the walls.
Mo Xiaobai's eyes swept and stopped on a mural.
On the mural, there is a giant who is more than five meters tall, surrounded by a few rabbit people up to his waist. I don't know what they are doing.
Troll and bunny.
Following Mo Xiaobai's eyes, Meng Chengke sees the mural.
He said with a smile: "the mural rubbing down from an ancient relic should be a scene of communication between the two races of the giant spirit and the rabbit man."
Mo Xiaobai asked curiously, "Mr. Meng, what kind of race is Juling?"
His talent is the power of the giant spirit. Mo Xiaobai is very curious about what kind of race the giant spirit is.
Meng chengwenyan reached out and pushed the gold glasses. His dark gray eyes were extremely deep: "the giant spirit was probably a very brilliant race in the ancient times. From the ancient relics and documents we have unearthed, it can be seen that the giant spirit should have a fairly developed civilization at that time, and its individual strength was also very strong, and it might not be weaker than our present blue empire."
Then he sighed: "unfortunately, no one knows why such a powerful spirit suddenly disappeared in the long river of history."
Mo Xiaobai is also very curious when he looks at the mural.
It's clear that all the bunnies in the same era are still alive, but the troll is gone?
Isn't the spirit so miserable?
Mengcheng said with a smile, "follow me to the study."
Mo Xiaobai quickly nods and keeps up with Meng Cheng.
Mengcheng's study is very large, nearly 50 square meters. There is a large wooden desk on the inside of the study. On the desk, there are thick and ancient books stacked, which seem to be research materials.
In the study, there are rows of bookshelves full of books.
Some books look very new, while the covers of some books are very old.
Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of surprise, exclaimed: "so many books?"
There must be thousands of books here, right?
Meng Cheng smiles and says in a soft voice, "have a look for yourself."
Then he came to his desk and took out a strange book.
The book seems to have only the first half, and the second half seems to have been torn off.
The reddish brown cover looks yellowish. I don't know how many years have passed.
It seems to have a long history.
Mengcheng opened the strange book and began to read it.
Mo Xiaobai took a look and cast his eyes on the bookshelf.
He strolled in front of the bookshelf and took out a book.
"The age of the blue, the rule of the six ethnic groups"
Mo Xiaobai opened it and found that this book is about the history of the six ethnic groups, including human, rabbit, night spirit, barbarian, spirit and shark, fighting each other before the establishment of the blue Empire.
Mo Xiaobai turns it up curiously.
He found that before the establishment of the blue Empire, there were active figures of nihilism in the politics and battlefield of the six ethnic groups.
According to Mo Xiaobai, nihilism was born in the golden age before the blue age and even earlier.
The end of the golden age seems to have been opened by nihilism.
The specific reason, Mo Xiaobai does not understand.
But
Mo Xiaobai recalled the strange and evil stone statue of the devil that night.
I'm afraid it has something to do with the destroyer?
Later, it was precisely because of the chaos of various sects worshiping demons and astral evil gods, and the great pressure brought by demons in the void field that the six ethnic groups established the six member Presbyterian group and the imperial parliament, opening the era of the blue empire.
From then on, nihilism and various sects were gradually suppressed into the dark.
Reading time passed quickly. When Mo Xiaobai came back, his stomach was almost flat.
He looked up at Mengcheng's direction and found that he was still digging through the books. He picked up the pen from time to time and didn't know what he was recording.
Mo Xiaobai put the book "rule of six nationalities" back to its original place, and went over curiously.
Later, he found that Meng Cheng's half of the strange ancient books on the table were unfolding. On the yellowing paper of unknown materials, there were signs recording that Mo Xiaobai did not know.
Meng Cheng carefully looked at the symbols, and from time to time he turned over some materials. He seemed to compare the meaning of the symbols again, and from time to time he frowned and thought. He wrote down a few imperial characters on the paper, and sometimes he shook his head slightly and smeared out the characters.I do not know how long, Mengcheng seems to find the edge of the ink white, he gently smile, gently hold gold glasses.
"What's the matter?"
Mo Xiaobai is looking down at those ghost charms, and is pulled back by the voice of Mengcheng.
He immediately some embarrassed smile: "just a little curious about what teacher Meng is doing, so invested, so unconsciously came to have a look."
Mengcheng hears the words, the corners of his mouth are raised, and a smile appears in his dark gray eyes.
"It's no big deal. It's just ancient documents."
"Ancient documents?"
Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the half of the literature.
Although this ancient book seems to be a little old, Mo Xiaobai did not expect that it would be an ancient book of the ancient times even older than the golden age.
The ancient books of that era have not been broken?
Seeing Mo Xiaobai's surprised look, Meng Cheng chuckled: "this is indeed a rare and precious document. After the end of the turmoil of the ancient times and the golden age, the relics and documents of the ancient times have been extremely rare."
Mo Xiaobai looked at the literature on the table, some faded black ink on the yellow paper, and the strange words. He looked at Meng Cheng again, and finally he could not help but ask:
"how could Mr. Meng have this literature?"
Ancient literature, how precious!
Meng Cheng chuckled: "didn't I say that yesterday? My Mongolian family has studied history from generation to generation, and is especially interested in the history of ancient times. "
Mo Xiaobai nodded slightly, then looked at the half ancient books, and asked curiously, "is it related to the half ancient books?"
Meng Cheng nodded slightly. He stood up and went to the window. The sun shone on his face through the window. His face, which was originally a bit angular, was set off with some softness, and his dark gray eyes were also shining.
"Yes, it has something to do with this half ancient book."
"Do you know the name of this ancient book?"
Mo Xiaobai's heart flashed a little curious: "what's the name?"
"Meng Wang Shi"
"ah? This... "
Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes, looked at the ancient books, and then looked at Meng Cheng. His eyes were shocked.
Meng Wang Is it Wang with the surname of Meng?
About the epic of the king of Meng?
Mr. Meng Cheng's surname is Meng
Mo Xiaobai suddenly felt some understanding.
Meng Cheng turned his head and looked at Mo Xiaobai in surprise. He said with a soft smile: "in ancient times, the diary of a king surnamed Meng was brought by our ancestors of the Mongolian family when they fled from their hometown in the rule of the six nationalities."
With that, he sighed, with a look of regret on his face: "it's a pity that there are still half of them. I don't know where they have gone."
Mo Xiaobai was stunned: "Mr. Meng, do you mean that in ancient times, there were kings in your Meng family?"
Meng Cheng chuckled and waved his hand: "of course, it's just the saying of our ancestors of the Mongolian family. How far away the ancient times were. Who knows if our present Mongolian family has anything to do with the then Mongolian king? Maybe it's just a relic fished out by our ancestors. When we look at the name Meng, it's regarded as our family heirloom. It's not even clear whether the Mongolian king is real or the author made it up. Of course, there are still some people in our Mongolian family who are proud of the descendants of the Mongolian king. "
Speaking of this, Meng Cheng said with some humor: "on the contrary, I think it's more likely that this" history of the king of Mongolia "is to put gold on my ancestors' faces."
Mo Xiaobai
Looking at Meng Cheng's smile, Mo Xiaobai's mouth twitched.
If you let Mr. Meng's ancestors hear this, I don't know if the coffin can be pressed?
He wisely decided not to answer, only with an awkward and polite smile.
Mengcheng sees that Mo Xiaobai doesn't answer. He seems to feel a little boring. His eyes brighten when he thinks of something.
"That's right."
He walked back to his desk, took out a thick notebook with a brown black cover from the drawer on one side of the desk, and handed it to Mo Xiaobai.
"Read it."
Mo Xiaobai took the thick notebook, some curious: "teacher Meng, what is this?"
"The translation of Meng Wang Shi."
Ink small white hand a shake, notebook almost fell to the ground.
He opened his eyes and looked at Meng Cheng: "Mr. Meng, it's OK to read such a valuable thing to me?"
Meng Cheng's dark gray eyes looked at Mo Xiaobai and gave him a gentle smile: "Xiaobai, what do you think is the significance of history?"
Mo Xiaobai a Leng, some don't know how to answer.
Meng Cheng patted Mo Xiaobai on the shoulder: "of course, it's to let the world know the rise and fall of the times and our vast world, so that we won't repeat the same mistakes."Mo Xiaobai looked at Mengcheng, then nodded gently.
"I see."
He opened the cover and saw at first a hand-painted bunny in a robe, a crown of thorns and a scepter inlaid with gems.
Seeing this hand-painted picture, Meng Cheng's eyes flashed a little nostalgic: "this notebook was given to me by my brother before, and he copied it according to the history of the king of Mongolia."
Mo Xiaobai nodded.
Yesterday, Meng Cheng also said that his brother was going to look for ancient relics.
Originally, the house belonged to his brother.
Mo Xiaobai opened the first page, powerful handwriting through the paper, telling the beginning of a king.
"My name is Meng Shi. Now I write down this first record. This diary will record my life as the king of rabbit."
"Yes, I was elected king of the rabbit by my compatriots. It's just Can I be a good king? Can you lead a good life with your compatriots in this vast grassland, so that they will no longer be troubled by diseases, worry about food, and be attacked by wild animals? I don't know But I'm willing to work for that. "
"I swear that as the king of rabbit people, I am willing to spend my whole life fighting for my compatriots, so that they will be free from disaster, hunger and pain, and they can live happily on the grassland."
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The next morning. Mo Xiaobai rings Meng Cheng's doorbell. Ding Ding Ding! The doorbell rang. Not long after, the black metal door opened. Meng Cheng, wearing a loose white shirt and mild temperament, stood inside the door and said with a smile, "come in." Mo Xiaobai nodded and walked into Meng Cheng's house. Mengcheng's house is much bigger than the one rented to Mo Xiaobai, and the decoration is more luxurious. The living room is decorated with unknown black wooden sofas and unknown murals on the walls. Mo Xiaobai's eyes swept and stopped on a mural. On the mural, there is a giant who is more than five meters tall, surrounded by a few rabbit people up to his waist. I don't know what they are doing. Troll and bunny. Following Mo Xiaobai's eyes, Meng Chengke sees the mural. He said with a smile: "the mural rubbing down from an ancient relic should be a scene of communication between the two races of the giant spirit and the rabbit man." Mo Xiaobai asked curiously, "Mr. Meng, what kind of race is Juling?" His talent is the power of the giant spirit. Mo Xiaobai is very curious about what kind of race the giant spirit is. Meng chengwenyan reached out and pushed the gold glasses. His dark gray eyes were extremely deep: "the giant spirit was probably a very brilliant race in the ancient times. From the ancient relics and documents we have unearthed, it can be seen that the giant spirit should have a fairly developed civilization at that time, and its individual strength was also very strong, and it might not be weaker than our present blue empire." Then he sighed: "unfortunately, no one knows why such a powerful spirit suddenly disappeared in the long river of history." Mo Xiaobai is also very curious when he looks at the mural. It's clear that all the bunnies in the same era are still alive, but the troll is gone? Isn't the spirit so miserable? Mengcheng said with a smile, "follow me to the study." Mo Xiaobai quickly nods and keeps up with Meng Cheng. Mengcheng's study is very large, nearly 50 square meters. There is a large wooden desk on the inside of the study. On the desk, there are thick and ancient books stacked, which seem to be research materials. In the study, there are rows of bookshelves full of books. Some books look very new, while the covers of some books are very old. Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of surprise, exclaimed: "so many books?" There must be thousands of books here, right? Meng Cheng smiles and says in a soft voice, "have a look for yourself." Then he came to his desk and took out a strange book. The book seems to have only the first half, and the second half seems to have been torn off. The reddish brown cover looks yellowish. I don't know how many years have passed. It seems to have a long history. Mengcheng opened the strange book and began to read it. Mo Xiaobai took a look and cast his eyes on the bookshelf. He strolled in front of the bookshelf and took out a book. "The age of the blue, the rule of the six ethnic groups" Mo Xiaobai opened it and found that this book is about the history of the six ethnic groups, including human, rabbit, night spirit, barbarian, spirit and shark, fighting each other before the establishment of the blue Empire. Mo Xiaobai turns it up curiously. He found that before the establishment of the blue Empire, there were active figures of nihilism in the politics and battlefield of the six ethnic groups. According to Mo Xiaobai, nihilism was born in the golden age before the blue age and even earlier. The end of the golden age seems to have been opened by nihilism. The specific reason, Mo Xiaobai does not understand. But Mo Xiaobai recalled the strange and evil stone statue of the devil that night. I'm afraid it has something to do with the destroyer? Later, it was precisely because of the chaos of various sects worshiping demons and astral evil gods, and the great pressure brought by demons in the void field that the six ethnic groups established the six member Presbyterian group and the imperial parliament, opening the era of the blue empire. From then on, nihilism and various sects were gradually suppressed into the dark. Reading time passed quickly. When Mo Xiaobai came back, his stomach was almost flat. He looked up at Mengcheng's direction and found that he was still digging through the books. He picked up the pen from time to time and didn't know what he was recording. Mo Xiaobai put the book "rule of six nationalities" back to its original place, and went over curiously. Later, he found that Meng Cheng's half of the strange ancient books on the table were unfolding. On the yellowing paper of unknown materials, there were signs recording that Mo Xiaobai did not know. Meng Cheng carefully looked at the symbols, and from time to time he turned over some materials. He seemed to compare the meaning of the symbols again, and from time to time he frowned and thought. He wrote down a few imperial characters on the paper, and sometimes he shook his head slightly and smeared out the characters.I do not know how long, Mengcheng seems to find the edge of the ink white, he gently smile, gently hold gold glasses. "What's the matter?" Mo Xiaobai is looking down at those ghost charms, and is pulled back by the voice of Mengcheng. He immediately some embarrassed smile: "just a little curious about what teacher Meng is doing, so invested, so unconsciously came to have a look." Mengcheng hears the words, the corners of his mouth are raised, and a smile appears in his dark gray eyes. "It's no big deal. It's just ancient documents." "Ancient documents?" Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the half of the literature. Although this ancient book seems to be a little old, Mo Xiaobai did not expect that it would be an ancient book of the ancient times even older than the golden age. The ancient books of that era have not been broken? Seeing Mo Xiaobai's surprised look, Meng Cheng chuckled: "this is indeed a rare and precious document. After the end of the turmoil of the ancient times and the golden age, the relics and documents of the ancient times have been extremely rare." Mo Xiaobai looked at the literature on the table, some faded black ink on the yellow paper, and the strange words. He looked at Meng Cheng again, and finally he could not help but ask: "how could Mr. Meng have this literature?" Ancient literature, how precious! Meng Cheng chuckled: "didn't I say that yesterday? My Mongolian family has studied history from generation to generation, and is especially interested in the history of ancient times. " Mo Xiaobai nodded slightly, then looked at the half ancient books, and asked curiously, "is it related to the half ancient books?" Meng Cheng nodded slightly. He stood up and went to the window. The sun shone on his face through the window. His face, which was originally a bit angular, was set off with some softness, and his dark gray eyes were also shining. "Yes, it has something to do with this half ancient book." "Do you know the name of this ancient book?" Mo Xiaobai's heart flashed a little curious: "what's the name?" "Meng Wang Shi" "ah? This... " Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes, looked at the ancient books, and then looked at Meng Cheng. His eyes were shocked. Meng Wang Is it Wang with the surname of Meng? About the epic of the king of Meng? Mr. Meng Cheng's surname is Meng Mo Xiaobai suddenly felt some understanding. Meng Cheng turned his head and looked at Mo Xiaobai in surprise. He said with a soft smile: "in ancient times, the diary of a king surnamed Meng was brought by our ancestors of the Mongolian family when they fled from their hometown in the rule of the six nationalities." With that, he sighed, with a look of regret on his face: "it's a pity that there are still half of them. I don't know where they have gone." Mo Xiaobai was stunned: "Mr. Meng, do you mean that in ancient times, there were kings in your Meng family?" Meng Cheng chuckled and waved his hand: "of course, it's just the saying of our ancestors of the Mongolian family. How far away the ancient times were. Who knows if our present Mongolian family has anything to do with the then Mongolian king? Maybe it's just a relic fished out by our ancestors. When we look at the name Meng, it's regarded as our family heirloom. It's not even clear whether the Mongolian king is real or the author made it up. Of course, there are still some people in our Mongolian family who are proud of the descendants of the Mongolian king. " Speaking of this, Meng Cheng said with some humor: "on the contrary, I think it's more likely that this" history of the king of Mongolia "is to put gold on my ancestors' faces." Mo Xiaobai Looking at Meng Cheng's smile, Mo Xiaobai's mouth twitched. If you let Mr. Meng's ancestors hear this, I don't know if the coffin can be pressed? He wisely decided not to answer, only with an awkward and polite smile. Mengcheng sees that Mo Xiaobai doesn't answer. He seems to feel a little boring. His eyes brighten when he thinks of something. "That's right." He walked back to his desk, took out a thick notebook with a brown black cover from the drawer on one side of the desk, and handed it to Mo Xiaobai. "Read it." Mo Xiaobai took the thick notebook, some curious: "teacher Meng, what is this?" "The translation of Meng Wang Shi." Ink small white hand a shake, notebook almost fell to the ground. He opened his eyes and looked at Meng Cheng: "Mr. Meng, it's OK to read such a valuable thing to me?" Meng Cheng's dark gray eyes looked at Mo Xiaobai and gave him a gentle smile: "Xiaobai, what do you think is the significance of history?" Mo Xiaobai a Leng, some don't know how to answer. Meng Cheng patted Mo Xiaobai on the shoulder: "of course, it's to let the world know the rise and fall of the times and our vast world, so that we won't repeat the same mistakes."Mo Xiaobai looked at Mengcheng, then nodded gently. "I see." He opened the cover and saw at first a hand-painted bunny in a robe, a crown of thorns and a scepter inlaid with gems. Seeing this hand-painted picture, Meng Cheng's eyes flashed a little nostalgic: "this notebook was given to me by my brother before, and he copied it according to the history of the king of Mongolia." Mo Xiaobai nodded. Yesterday, Meng Cheng also said that his brother was going to look for ancient relics. Originally, the house belonged to his brother. Mo Xiaobai opened the first page, powerful handwriting through the paper, telling the beginning of a king. "My name is Meng Shi. Now I write down this first record. This diary will record my life as the king of rabbit." "Yes, I was elected king of the rabbit by my compatriots. It's just Can I be a good king? Can you lead a good life with your compatriots in this vast grassland, so that they will no longer be troubled by diseases, worry about food, and be attacked by wild animals? I don't know But I'm willing to work for that. " "I swear that as the king of rabbit people, I am willing to spend my whole life fighting for my compatriots, so that they will be free from disaster, hunger and pain, and they can live happily on the grassland." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
