Having a casual breakfast in the canteen, Chen Qingyang didn't want to go back to the dormitory so early, so he found a classmate on the side of the road to ask about the direction of the library.

During this year of cultivation, Chen Qingyang read more books than he had read in the past twenty years, mainly to crack the ancient book he brought back. Unfortunately, he has not yet discovered any book about the ancient book, and even the ancient characters on it cannot be studied, as if it was a font that appeared out of thin air.

The reason why Chen Qingyang wanted to go to the library was to try his luck. Maybe he could get the answer he wanted from it.

The library of Fuhai University is located on the edge of a lake called Amber Lake. The scenery is pleasant and there is a faint sense of demur.

The building of this library is not magnificent, but it is also unique. It is an antique building with red buildings and green pavilions, which are magnificent.

Although this library is not very large in structure, it has more than 7 million books, second only to the National Library in China. Many scholars come to visit every day.

It was just past seven o'clock and there were already many students coming in and out of the library. You should know that this was the first day of school. This learning atmosphere really surprised Chen Qingyang.

Chen Qingyang was about to enter the library, but was stopped by a security guard at the door. He learned that he needed a library certificate to enter the library, but how could Chen Qingyang, a freshman, have a library certificate?

After a stalemate for a while, the security guard refused to let Chen Qingyang enter.

"Are you a freshman?"

At this moment, an old but thick voice came from behind Chen Qingyang.

Chen Qingyang turned around and found an old man with a fair face and a white head looking at him with a smile.

The old man was wearing a gray-white Zhongshan suit. He was over 70 years old, but his figure was not hunched. His whole body was filled with a gentle and peaceful atmosphere. His dark brown eyes were even more filled with a touch of wisdom that had been tempered by time.

Chen Qingyang had seen such eyes in his grandmother's eyes.

"Hello, old man, I am a freshman in my first year." Chen Qingyang said politely.

Although he doesn't know who the old man is, Chen Qingyang guessed that his identity would not be much simpler if he has such temperament.

"Courtessor, he has no library certificate."

Unlike Chen Qingyang's kindness, the security guard bent down slightly, obviously with respect.

Chen Qingyang couldn't help but look at the old man for a long time, but he didn't expect that he was still the director of the library.

The old man waved his hand slightly, showed a kind smile, and said, "It doesn't matter, our library will never reject anyone who is eager for knowledge because of a library certificate. Let him go in. But young man, if you want to borrow a book, you should wait until you get the library certificate before borrowing it."

Chen Qingyang nodded slightly to express his gratitude. After thinking about it, he still asked: "Director, don't you know where the ancient books are placed?"

Chen Qingyang's purpose was very clear, that was to check out books about ancient Chinese, and he was not interested in other books at all.

When he heard Chen Qingyang coming to find ancient books, an unexpected light flashed in the old man's wise eyes, and he asked: "Seeing that you are young, can you still study ancient books?"

Before retirement, Lin Guiyuan was a university Chinese professor. He had a special liking for ancient Chinese and was even almost obsessed with it. He once deciphered a book of "pre-Qin unofficial history". There are many obscure and difficult ancient words in it, which is a major puzzle today, but he deciphered them one by one in modern Chinese, causing a great sensation in the industry. He is an important existence in the field of ancient Chinese.

Lin Guiyuan was really surprised when he heard that Chen Qingyang, a freshman, came to the library to ask where the ancient books were placed.

"The old man was joking, there was no research, he was just interested." Chen Qingyang shrugged and said.

In fact, Chen Qingyang was a little modest. He spent most of this year frantically flirting with ancient books. With his memory that was far beyond ordinary people, his current understanding of ancient Chinese is definitely no weaker than those so-called experts.

Of course, it is naturally incomparable to ancient Chinese writers such as Lin Guiyuan.

Lin Guiyuan nodded with a smile, pointed to the stairs not far away and said, "The ancient books are on the second floor. After you go upstairs, you can directly turn right and you can see it when you walk to the end."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen Qingyang thanked him and went straight to the second floor.

Chen Qingyang didn't know that Lin Guiyuan stood there and watched him go up to the second floor, with a faint smile on his face.

Following the direction guided by Lin Guiyuan, Chen Qingyang soon discovered two rows of five or six meters long bookshelves filled with ancient books.

Most of these two rows of books have turned yellow and exuded a faint smell of corrupt paper.

Chen Qingyang slowed down, his eyes glowed, and carefully looked at the books on the bookshelf.

A few minutes later, Chen Qingyang's glowing eyes dimmed, because he was disappointed to find that he had read most of the books here, and occasionally found an ancient book with a few pages, and then closed it.

After half an hour, Chen Qingyang did not find a useful ancient book. Just as he was about to leave with disappointment, he suddenly had a very unique book in the upper right corner of the bookshelf from the corner of his eyes.

Compared to other yellowed ancient books, this book is very new, just like it was just printed and put on.

On this bookshelf filled with ancient books, there was such a brand new book, which was indeed a bit different. Chen Qingyang stopped for a moment and then reached out to take the book down by chance.

"Pre-Qin unofficial history?"

When Chen Qingyang saw the title of this book, he was slightly stunned.

During this year, Chen Qingyang did read many ancient books, but he rarely dabbled in the history of the pre-Qin era.

Pre-Qin refers to the historical era before the establishment of the Qin Dynasty. It refers to the historical stages such as the Xia, Shang, Western Zhou, Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period from the legendary Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the Warring States Period. Some people even compared the pre-Qin to the source of Chinese civilization.

The oracle bone inscriptions that shocked the world in China appeared during the Xia and Shang dynasties.

Chen Qingyang didn't know much about the history of the pre-Qin period, but Chen Qingyang had specialized in oracle bone inscriptions for a period of time. If the ancient texts on that simple book are most similar to those of which dynasty in China, then it must be oracle bone inscriptions.

Unfortunately, there are not many books on oracle bone research, and Chen Qingyang cannot study and understand them in depth.

Chen Qingyang opened this book "Pre-Qin History" with excitement. When he saw the familiar modern words, he was suddenly a little surprised.

"Is this actually a translation?" Chen Qingyang smiled bitterly. No wonder this book is so new. It turns out that it is just a translation of "Pre-Qin History".
Chapter completed!