Chapter 29

There was a soft bang.

There are seven or eight books in a pile, each of which is brick thick.

Ziqianmo took a look at the title of the book, "analysis of basic Rune", "Introduction to Rune master", "Yipin Fu Zhuan Daquan", "Legend of Tianfu net", "Rune and the origin of human beings"

She was shocked.

Rune!

That's the biggest gift given by heaven to the human race!

Three thousand worlds, hundreds of millions of races and Terrans were originally the weakest. When the demons ruled the world, the Terrans were humble slaves, struggling to survive in the bottom of the mud. The way of heaven preferred human beings and taught human runes. As a result, human beings rose, overthrew the rule of the demons and became the king of the world.

The human race is the son of heaven.

So they can learn runes.

But other races can't. They don't have this "talent.". Other races, especially the demons who once dominated the heaven and earth, will feel sharp pain in their brain if they observe and learn runes by force, and their spirit will be damaged irreversibly after a long time!

The heart of ziqianmo is like a drum, and the huge echo is surging in the heart.

"Thank you."

She heard a repressive tremble in her voice.

She opened the black and gilded book cover of basic Rune analysis and turned a few pages. She had all kinds of knowledge, detailed analysis, and even a clear method of Rune printing. It was really a good news for beginners.

This kind of ancient books is generally not available.

Even if you're lucky, you can't buy it in any store. It must be a simplified version that has been handed down. You can't have so many knowledge points.

Ziqianmo turned over the end of the book and saw the words "Xuanwu academy classic collection".

Check them one by one, and so do the other seven.

Ziqianmo's little finger gently rubs the four words of Xuanwu Academy.

The first university of Beilan.

The cradle of genius.

It's a place that the original owner didn't even dare to think about.

However, what makes ziqianmo more concerned is how Mo Yan got the collection of Xuanwu college?

If she remembers correctly, the precious collection of books in such a high school will not be lent. Moreover, for the eight books in her hand, ordinary students may not be qualified to borrow them, and they can't reach the authority.

"Just like it."

Mo Yan rarely sees emotion in the small face of ziqianmo.

Recently, she is always cold with a face, no expression, no smile, as if anything in the world, can no longer trigger a wave.

Just now, he clearly saw a touch of depressed excitement and joy from her shallow eyes. Although it soon disappeared, it did exist.

"How long can I see it?" She asked.

"Whatever you like." Mo Yan doesn't care much.

Whatever she likes?

Ziqianmo's heart is hot. Isn't it that she can see it as long as she wants?

Excellent!

Because with rune, she has no foundation, so I'm not sure how long I can learn it.

"I'll do it as soon as possible. It won't take long."

She knows that Mo Yan has his way, but Mo Yan is not a disciple of Xuanwu college. It's estimated that it's a waste of time to get the classic collection, and it can't give people too much trouble.

In the next few days, ziqianmo devoted himself to these precious books.

She is like a dry sponge, absorbing the drops of runic knowledge crazily.

She is very energetic and has no difficulty in learning.