Chapter 794 "Venus - The Legend of the Era" (One Update!)

Chapter 794 "Venus - The Legend of the Era" (one update!)

library in the castle

Anne-Taris looked at the quaint book in her hand. Judging from the mottled cover of the book, it should have a long history.

The book is called "Dawning Star-Legend of the Age", and Annie-Taris found it in the deepest magic area of ​​the library.

As a student with excellent grades in the first test, she was given some special permissions by Emma.

And one of them includes knowledge that is extremely difficult for them.

Anne-Taris was planning to find out whether there were powerful forbidden magics in the legends.

But obviously the academy did not leave such a serious loophole.

Still, Anne-Taris found something interesting.

For example, she found 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 inheritance of G star, and was presented to this academy by the legendary monk Yi Qiu".

Anne-Taris is not very interested in those basic books.

She hates magic that requires all kinds of complicated spell knowledge, which makes her feel like she is doing another form of "Three-Year College Entrance Exam 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 asses?

However, Dean Emma once communicated with her in private, and she was able to take another path:

You don't need so much reciting or studying, you just need to develop the ancient power that comes from your body.

Anne-Taris thinks this is great, but she doesn't think it will make her relax her demands on herself.

She, Anne-Taris, should and must be the best!

As much as she didn't like it, magical knowledge that tried to explain it with another kind of forbidden logic.

But Anne-Taris loves magic, she loves unknown powers that cannot be harnessed for her.

That is her world, and all mysteries and truths are transformed under her will.

This should belong to her, Anne-Taris, what should be controlled!

Not some shit exercises!

Well, in order not to have to do the exercises again, Anne-Taris stretched her waist a lot.

Afterwards, Anne-Taris talked about the book that focused on her hands:

Yi Qiu, a word that Anne-Taris is no stranger to.

She saw this name in her elective curriculum.

Yes, in their elective schedule, this name is written in the column of their meditation teacher.

Although Annie-Taris has never met this person, he is like a huge shadow, leaving his deep imprint on this world.

This made Anne-Taris full of curiosity, and she was eager to understand the things behind the name.

And the book she is holding now is the one that describes him...

On the title page of this book, Dean Emma's name and a small word are written:

"There are always some people who shine in the tide of the times, while others choose to create the times..."

"Please allow me to introduce you: Yi Qiu, a legendary monk, my best friend, the first person who achieved legend in this plane that once belonged to the area of ​​dead magic..."

There was a faint light shining from the window of the library, and in the deep inner area of ​​the library, Anne-Taris sat quietly on the ground.

A ray of sunlight slanted in, and Anne-Taris moved outside.

After feeling the warmth brought by the sun, Anne-Taris squinted her eyes comfortably.

But the story described in the book has just begun...

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"After so many years, I finally look forward to today!"

In a private house in a certain mountain, an old man with a withered face felt the faint beating breath.

It has been many years, and this is the first time he is so close to the realm mentioned in the book.

Although, it is only the realm of entry...

But even if it is just like this, it is the dream of many people.

And existence like the old man is 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 dimmed.

And with the gradual changes of the general environment, they began to usher in their own spring.

Although it is late spring, it is still full of joy...

"Unfortunately, Lao Li left too early."

"If it is a few days later, how can he be willing to die, how can he die?"

The old man wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, his hands were cold, but his eyes were cloudy.

However, the old man never felt much sadness in his heart, how many roads he had traveled, how could he be wasting his time in vain now?

The rice porridge in the pot was still suffocating, and there was some faint fragrance oozing from the iron pot.

Those inheritances that can have a long vitality have a variety of beliefs that are endowed in the inheritance.

Few of those beliefs are good, and some are even more inappropriate.

However, under such a relatively harsh environment, they often have their unique vitality.

Some are based on people's expectations for beautiful things, while others are based on the inexhaustible greed of human beings.

But no matter what it is, there are always some pasts that are difficult for others to talk about if they still insist on this road.

After all, life is as happy as before, so why would anyone go looking for the fairy in the mountain?

It's just hard to calm down...

At this moment, the old man's mobile phone made a ding-dong sound, as if a friend on WeChat had privately chatted with him.

True seclusion never lies in the isolation from civilization.

It's about how to get rid of one's own shadow and fetters among the crowd.

Those who seek to be alone in the mountains are just manipulating their own shadows.

Since there is nothing in my heart, why would I care about this hill or that farmhouse?

The old man opened it and looked, and it was his old friend who was sending him the joy of his success in high spirits.

The old man knew that he had built a living room on that famous mountain, so it was difficult for him on this unknown mountain.

But whether the other party is really happy with it, the old man also knows well...

"What are you begging for? It's not too late for impermanence to kill, why not play tricks on my yellow chicken."

The old man waved his hand and slowly got up from the chair.

The ebb and flow of life and the emotions of reincarnation, just in this slow rise, there are bits and pieces of taste.

That taste is unbearable...

"Cluck..."

The yellow chicken outside the house gave short cheers, probably busy with reproduction.

And just as the setting sun was about to set on the opposite hill, there were slight footsteps outside the house.

The old man frowned. He probably knew how to do it when he was old. He heard the footsteps sound strange.

Just as he put down the spatula that was turning the porridge in his hand, a middle-aged Taoist knocked on the door and entered...