"The next time she contacts you, it won't be too long. Then ask her what this kind of word is and what it means.
If she asks you where these words come from, just say you got them from a fragment..."
Lin Feng explained for a while.
After Lin Qiuxia nodded in agreement, she flew back to her mailroom.
After Lin Qiuxia left, Lin Feng held his chin and frowned in thought.
Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind came.
Lin Feng turned around and saw that it was Yang Yuhuan and Song Jiaren.
She clung to him, lay behind Lin Feng, and hugged Lin Feng's neck.
Her beautiful face was covered with blush.
"Who?"
Lin Feng asked knowingly.
No matter which one is the controller of the body now, they are equal to two people.
"I am Yuhuan."
Yang Yuhuan exhaled like a orchid.
Lin Feng immediately stood up, took a step back and said, "Girl, please respect yourself, I'm not that kind of person."
"whee!"
Yang Yuhuan covered her mouth and smiled.
After getting over the initial discomfort, he has now completely returned to his previous personality.
In reality, no man likes a sentimental, sad woman.
If you like them, it's because you like their bodies.
This makes it lively and more lovable.
But Lin Feng abides by his agreement with Han Xiang and will not have any negative contact with her before 2023.
"I want to hear a story."
Yang Yuhuan took Lin Feng's arm and shook it constantly.
"Where did we talk last time?" Lin Feng asked.
Yang Yuhuan said: "Xu Xian fights a snake."
This is a story of cultivating immortality.
Lin Feng nodded and began to tell the story of the White Snake.
Although the new White Snake legend is replayed every year, the story told by Lin Feng has been processed in the form of an online novel.
The level of cultivation was added and the ending of the story was changed.
Elements of gods and demons are also added to it.
It also describes in detail the past of Fahai and Green Snake, as well as various power struggles in heaven.
The content of the story is much richer, and telling it makes people more expectant.
Song Jia and Yang Yuhuan were sitting opposite Lin Feng, lying on the stone table with their eyes wide open.
She liked the serious look on Boss Lin's face when he came over.
Just halfway through the story, Han Xiang came over.
Then he took Song Jiaren to buy clothes.
It's already August and the weather is getting colder. It's time to add some clothes that won't expose you to the wind.
Lin Feng shook his head and muttered to himself that he was not that kind of person.
Why is guarding against yourself the same as guarding against thieves?
…
at the same moment.
As expected by Lin Feng, Taiyin contacted Lin Qiuxia again within an hour.
After the communication was connected, Taiyin's first sentence was: "Where did you get this text?"
Lin Qiuxia smiled and said nothing.
Taiyin understood, and said helplessly: "Let's put forward conditions!"
Lin Qiuxia said: "Then if you know the questions I will ask you later, just answer me. You can't lie to me."
Taiyin smiled, "Lin Qiuxia, you deliberately showed me this text because you don't understand such text either.
So, you want to know information about this text through me?"
"OK!"
Lin Qiuxia nodded.
Taiyin: "I didn't control my emotions before, so you found out.
It seems that my state of mind is still not strong enough!"
Lin Qiuxia nodded and said: "You Wu tribe people are indeed lacking in this aspect. We have an old saying that a mountain collapses before you, but your face remains unchanged."
"Okay! Wu people don't lie!"
Taiyin reluctantly agreed.
Lin Qiuxia pursed her lips.
People from the Wu tribe don't lie, but to Taiyin, it's like bullshit.
Lin Qiuxia answered Taiyin's previous question, "This is what we saw on a piece of bone during archeology, and we felt that it did not belong to our writing.
In many ancient ruins, there is no such writing.
I thought it was strange, so I wanted to ask my aunt to take a look. Sure enough, aunt, you recognize this kind of writing."
Taiyin shook his head and said: "Although I recognize such words, I don't know them."
What this means is that it is like a Chinese who does not understand English saying that he recognizes such words and knows that it is English, but he does not know what those words mean.
"What kind of writing is this?"
Lin Qiuxia asked.
Taiyin said: "It's my turn to ask, do you have more words like this?"
Lin Qiuxia thought to herself how many billions her father had there!
During this time, my father felt very haggard.
Because for the past two months, Lin Feng has been memorizing these words.
I heard that one-fifth of the inscriptions have been recorded.
Of course Lin Qiuxia would not tell Taiyin about this.
But she nodded, "Of course, this is just one section, there are several more!"
"I want more!"
Taiyin said with a serious face.
Lin Qiuxia said in her heart that her father has tens of billions, and you can have as much as you want.
But he shook his head and said, "If you answer my question, I'll give it to you."
Taiyin frowned and thought for a while, then said: "About this kind of writing, it would be a long story.
Let me put it simpler for you!
Such writing is called... in your words, it is the Book of Heaven!"
"Book of Heaven!"
Lin Qiuxia looked surprised.
In her mind, this unfamiliar text actually had a mythical flavor.
Taiyin said again: "Every word that makes up the Heavenly Book contains extremely rich information.
This is very similar to your writing, but the writing in the Heavenly Book is richer.
Therefore, this small piece of text you sent me contains enough information to decipher as much information as all the books in your museum collection.
There are many powerful groups in the universe, and the root of their rise is related to this heavenly book.
However, until now, no race has been able to completely decipher any text written in the Heavenly Book.
Every race and every civilization has a different understanding of the same heavenly book.
But this understanding is suitable for them and can make them strong.
Legend has it that many, many years ago, there was a strong spiritual man who collected heavenly books in the universe because of his special characteristics.
Then they were carved into different pieces of text and recorded in a special way.
Later, this powerful spiritual man disappeared.
As wars continue to occur, the number of fragments of the Book of Heaven becomes less and less... What a pity!
This chapter has been completed!