Chapter 791 'The Morning Star - The Legend of the Times'
The library of the castle
Anne-Taris looked at the ancient book in her hand. Judging from the mottled cover of the book, it must have a long history.
This book is called "Morning Star - Legend of the Age", and it was found by Anne Taris in the advanced magic area in the innermost part of the library.
As a student with perfect A's on her first test, Emma granted her some special permissions.
One of them includes knowledge that is extremely difficult for them.
Anne-Taris was originally planning to search for the existence of those legendary and powerful forbidden magics.
But obviously the academy did not leave such serious loopholes.
However, Anne-Taris still found something interesting.
For example, she discovered that many of the books in it were written by Dean Emma.
As for those basic books, most of them have the words "This book originated from the G Star inheritance and was presented to this academy by the legendary monk Yi Qiu."
Anne-Taris is not very interested in basic books.
She hates the kind of magic that requires all kinds of complicated magic knowledge, which makes her feel like she is doing another form of "three-year college entrance examination and five-year simulation".
And it's an enhanced version. She can't even understand the exercises now.
But despite this, she still occupies a leading position among those students.
Because, how could she, Anne-Taris, admit that she was dumber than those little butts?
However, Dean Emma once communicated with her privately, and she was able to take another path:
There is no need to memorize or study so much, you only need to develop the ancient powers originating from your own body.
Anne-Taris thinks this is great, but she doesn't think it will allow her to relax her demands on herself.
She, Anne-Taris, should and must be the best!
Even though she didn't like the magical knowledge that tried to be explained by another strictly forbidden logic.
But Anne-Taris likes magic, she likes the unknown power that she cannot control freely.
It was a world that belonged to her, and all mysteries and truths were transformed under her will.
This is what she, Anne-Taris, should control!
Not some bullshit exercises!
Well, in order not to do any more exercises, Anne-Taris stretched herself a lot.
Later, Anne-Taris focused on the book in her hand:
Yi Qiu is a word that Anne Taris is not unfamiliar with.
She saw this name in her elective course schedule.
Yes, in their elective course schedule, this name is written in the column of their meditation class teacher.
Although Anitaris has never met this man, he is like a huge shadow, leaving a deep mark on this world.
This made Anne-Taris full of curiosity, and she was eager to know the things behind this name.
And the book she is holding now describes him...
On the title page of this book, Dean Emma's name and a small text are written:
"There are always some people who shine in the tide of the times, while some people choose to create the times..."
"Please allow me to introduce to you: Yi Qiu, the legendary monk, my best friend, the first person to achieve legend in this plane that once belonged to the dead magic area..."
There was dim light coming in from the window of the library. In the deep inner area of the library, Anne-Taris was sitting quietly on the ground.
A ray of sunshine slanted in, and Anne-Taris moved outside.
After feeling the warmth brought by the sun, Anne-Taris squinted her eyes happily.
But the story described in the book has just begun...
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"I have been waiting for this day for so many years!"
In a house in a certain mountain, an old man with a withered face felt the faint beating breath.
In many years, this was the first time that he was so close to the realm mentioned in the book.
Although, it is only the entry level...
But even if it is just this, it is still what many people dream of.
Existences like the old man are not uncommon on this land.
This is not a world without inheritance, it's just that those inheritances were once out of date and temporarily became dim.
And as the general environment gradually changed, they began to usher in their own spring.
Although it is late spring, it is still refreshing...
"It's a pity that Lao Li left too early."
"If it were delayed for a few more days, how could he be willing to die? How could he die?"
The old man wiped a little moisture from the corners of his eyes. His hands were cold, but when he looked at them, they looked turbid.
However, the old man never felt much sadness in his heart. He had traveled so many roads, so how could he be wasting his time now?
The rice porridge in the pot is still simmering, and there is a faint aroma seeping out of the iron pot.
Those inheritances that can have long-term vitality often have various beliefs endowed in the inheritance.
Not many of those beliefs are good, and some are even more inappropriate.
But in this relatively harsh environment, it often has its own unique vitality.
Some are based on people's expectations for beautiful things, and some start from mankind's never-ending greed.
But no matter what, those who still insist on this path always have some past that is difficult for others to talk about freely.
After all, life is as happy as ever, so who will go looking for the immortal in the mountains?
It’s just hard to calm down after all...
At this moment, the old man's cell phone made a ding-dong sound, as if a friend on WeChat had privately chatted with him.
True seclusion never lies in isolation from civilization.
Rather, it lies in how to break away from one's own shadow and fetters among the crowd.
Those who seek solitude in the mountains are just manipulating their own shadows.
Since there is nothing wrong in my heart, how can I care about this hilltop or that farmhouse?
The old man opened it and looked at it. It was his old friend who was conveying the joy of his success to him in high spirits.
The old man knew that he had built a house in that famous mountain, which was beyond the reach of his nameless mountain.
But whether the other party is really happy with it, the old man also knows it well...
"What are you begging for? It's not too late to ask for your life. It's better to play with my yellow chicken more."
The old man waved his hand and slowly stood up from the chair.
The emotion of life's decline and reincarnation is reflected bit by bit in this slow rise.
The taste is too much to taste...
"Kekeke..."
The yellow chickens outside the house clucked a few short times, probably busy with reproduction.
And just when the sun was about to set on the hilltop opposite, slight footsteps came from outside the house.
The old man frowned, probably as an old person would. He heard the footsteps that were a little strange.
Just when he put down the spatula he was using to stir up rice porridge, a middle-aged Taoist knocked on the door and entered...