(PS: In the previous chapter, Fang Hong told Zhang Datian that I was the Zhongtian North Pole Purple Wei Emperor. It was gone when I first posted it and it was already filled. The pirated version cannot be seen, so you can come to the original version)

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Inside the warehouse, candlelight sways and shadows on the ground sway.

The stove burned, the coals turned red, and crackled.

Fang Hong tilted his head, and the low and unspeakable laughter echoed. He covered his face and bent over, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"No wonder I came to this world..."

“Yes…”

"If there are seals and inscriptions in the world, printing technology should appear. This is the necessity of the times, even if productivity is still behind."

"but."

"All those who invented printing are enchanted."

"In this case, before this, there may be many continuous copywriters who have tried to create printing techniques, not afraid of life and death, and pursue the truth."

Fang Hong lowered his head and looked at Zhang Datian's body. His eyes widened, appearing blood-red, and his whole face was covered with black and red blood stains.

A low-level talent that opens the hole and inspires.

No response.

Those two lines disappeared.

Only the dead silence of life and death... Zhang Datian suddenly died suddenly, could not hear Fang Hong's words, and even did not have time to say goodbye, leaving a last word and expounding his will.

"Why."

Fang Hong tilted his head, mixed with indescribable confusion, sadness, anger and murderous intent: "Old Mr. Zhang, are you trying every means to call me over, just to inherit the printing technology, leaving two biography? Let me witness the process of printing the printing technology and printing books? Or do you want to hear my answer with your own eyes? In that case, you should wait and die..."

Zhang Datian's death did not seem like an accident, but more like waiting for a long time, making up his mind and preparing in advance.

“…”

Fang Hong was stunned for a while.

He was still holding a bowl in his hand, and the water in the bowl was still hot, and he sprinkled it gently on the ground.

"Oh."

"There is also the alchemy notes that accidentally made gunpowder, which not only died, but also turned into an evil demon, causing millions of people in the entire Lishui County to die."

If you read too much, you will die suddenly.

However... if the realm does not meet the standards, it will only suddenly fall to the ground and die, and will not turn into an evil demon.

Otherwise... Zhang Datian invented the woodblock printing and movable type printing, and Fang Hong really admired it.

If it turns into an evil demon, it will be a bit difficult.

soon.

Fang Hong wiped the corners of his eyes and squatted down.

Fang Hong stretched out his hand and gently closed Zhang Datian's eyes as if they were dying: "You go, close your eyes and rest in peace, I will be there for you next."

"I am here to let the immortals, Buddhas and gods in the sky disappear."

"I'm here to destroy the demons and monsters on the ground."

"I am here, the human race should be the first rank. We should not be deceived, humiliated, respectful, fearful, and respectful!!"

...

After a moment.

Fang Hong was wearing a rustic cotton coat.

He tore off a piece of his sleeve, dipped it in water, was wet, and heated it with his qi and blood for a while, then he sat next to Zhang Datian.

The ground is cold.

The cotton cloth is hot.

Tick.

Drops of hot water hit the ground and exploded.

He sorted out the instrument for him, wiped his face, wiped away blood, wiped away dust and dirt, revealing a clean appearance.

Fang Hong couldn't help but sigh: "Old Zhang, how many days have you not washed your face... The floral cotton cloth has been painted black, so you really don't have any slimness and care about the details?"

Fang Hong has a good memory.

He still remembers the first conversation between the two.

As a person, integrity is the most important thing, and you must keep your promises.

After a while, after finishing his appearance, Fang Hong combed his old and gray hair, which was messy, rough, dry and shiny, for him.

This is awesome.

Dandruff flies.

Fang Hong complained with disgust: "I won't put on makeup for you... It's purely natural, pollution-free, comes naked, goes naked, except for the two printing techniques you left behind."

This is also what Zhang Datian is left behind.

Woodblock printing and movable type printing were all held in Fang Hong's arms.

In addition... the two books created for the first time using woodblock printing are Zhang Datian's personal biography, written by him and telling the general experience of this life.

...

Fang Hong sat on the ground and opened the white cover of the autobiography book.

It's like holding a book of sages in your hand.

Read each word carefully.

"So... you were a martial arts scholar in Cangzhou Prefecture during the Jingwu period. You were also proud of your success. Once you passed the imperial examination, you had three wives and six concubines. It was so comfortable."

"It turns out... you have already been in the second level of innate realm when you have passed the literary test and the martial arts test, looked down on the audience, swept everyone, and also had the lofty ambition to make achievements on the Golden List."

"I met a genius, seriously injured, and abolished martial arts?"

"The examiner is kind to take action?"

"Save your life?"

"This is... unreasonable! The imperial examinations of the Daqian Dynasty were forbidden to hurt people's lives. There were three examiners on the martial arts examination arena, one master and the second deputy, just to prevent the candidates from having casualties."

Seeing this, Fang Hong frowned, as if he was back to the Health Chai to copy books.

Rumors, records, and historical materials contain terrible truths and are buried in the history shrouded in layers of fog.

The so-called genius...

The status is so high...

When I went to Beijing for an imperial examination, I beat the examiner in the face.

If you are serious, you ignore the rules of the imperial examination and beat the face of the Daqian Dynasty, completely being disrespectful and arrogant.

Even so.

Emperor Jingwu still appointed this genius as the top scholar in the subject.

Fang Hong pondered and shook his head: "This is an emperor of the martial arts dynasty, and hundreds of officials in the court. He would actually allow a person who could not tell the truth and trampled on the Daqian rule to become the top scholar..."

"Who is this person's surname?"

"It's not written in Lao Zhang's biography."

Fang Hong looked through a few pages, but couldn't find his name, and the book was vague.

It doesn't matter.

The top martial arts scholar in the Jingwu period was always found out when he went to Cangzhou Prefecture and went to the capital.

The innate realm is two hundred.

I guess that the top scholar is still alive.

Fang Hong patted Zhang Datian's arm: "I'll take this grudge."

Then.

Turn to the next page.

Fang Hong revered again: "It turns out that you can't practice martial arts again... The foundation of the second realm of the innate realm is still there. After healing the wounds and recuperating for a few years, you can nurture qi and blood, derive internal breath, refine true qi, and return to the innate realm. It is not impossible!"

“To create printing!!”

"You give up re-educating martial arts!!"

Zhang Datian thought very simply... the force is weak, it doesn't matter. The spirituality of the innate realm before was still there, which is enough.

Even though he became a waste of martial arts.

We welcome a new life and a new chapter, without any worries.

"Because... if you have achieved success in martial arts, you will not die if you become a demon, but instead turn into an evil demon."

"And... when you printed the book, you knew you were about to die and could no longer hold on. I wanted to help, so I hurriedly refused."
To be continued...