Chapter 1701

"Put your head, what do you mean...Jiao Jiuye?"

"How is that possible! He is a legendary figure of the Southern School!"

He sighed and said, "Hey, Yunfeng, it's true that he is a legendary figure, but we are not familiar with him. After all, we are in the game and are used by others."

"Now it seems that Mr. Jiao only knows the entrance to the tomb passage, and does not know that Li Xian's jade coffin is hidden under the red coffin. I guess he must have gone down to search carefully during that period, but he couldn't find it."

"Then how should we deal with it now?"

After thinking about his head, he frowned and immediately ordered: "Go and cook two pots of water to make tea. No one will sleep tonight. There is an important job."

"Yunfeng, go to the copy shop now and type out all the inscriptions, photos, inscriptions taken in the tomb on your mobile phone, and don't pull any of them. Since we can't find anyone to help, we will translate them ourselves."

"Come on your own? We don't understand, put our heads on!"

He frowned and said, "I have bought the 1997 version of the Hanxia dictionary to prevent this day. Xixia is complicated and difficult to understand, but it has certain rules to follow. I will teach you how to find the corresponding Chinese characters in the dictionary later."

Xixia translation is a specialized subject in China and is extremely niche. Apart from several universities in the northwest, I believe many students don’t know that there is a fucking Xixia study when applying for the application.

What was the use of young students studying in Xixia at that time? What was the employment benefits after graduating from a few years of study?

My answer is that it is useless at all, and I can't find a job at all for treatment.

I went to three photocopy stores in the county at night, and only one store would copy the photos of my mobile phone directly onto white paper. The store owner was a young man in his early twenties. He looked at the copied white paper and asked in confusion: "Are you writing or painting? You look like a ghost drawing talisman."

I returned to the guesthouse at 10 pm. There were two large tables on it. There were two Hanxia dictionaries on the table. We explained the key points in our heads. We took turns to read them.

If you say it, if you can't pronounce it, you have to remember radicals and numbers. This is not easy to describe.

A Xixia character consists of two or three parts. It counts how many strokes there are, then adds them with a computer, and then flips the corresponding Xixia character in the dictionary in the pattern interval. After finding it, carefully compare the radicals. If it is exactly the same, it is a match. At this time, you only need to look at the Chinese characters marked on the side to understand what the Xixia character is pronounced.

It sounds simple, but when I really do it, I will find it very difficult. My Chinese foundation is not bad and I can count strokes, but Douyazai can't even count strokes. He doesn't even know what to pronounce some Chinese characters. Brother Yu hasn't even studied. As for Xiaoxuan, hehe.

We added up the four of us, flipped through the dictionary for half an hour, and then we found a word!

"Sacrifice".

Sacrifice for sacrifice!

It was late at night, and a room in the guesthouse was brightly lit.

Douyazi looked up sleepily and lay down again.

"Twenty-four strokes, thirty-four strokes. strokes..."

I smoked with my left hand, pressed the calculator with my right hand, flipping through books, reading the calculator. Later, the calculator was out of power, and a row of 0 appeared on the monitor, and the sound continued, which sounded particularly like the sound of knocking on a wooden fish.

With this sound, I couldn't hold on and fell asleep on the table.

"Landits? Layman?"

"Who are you?"

It was dark around me, and a fat old monk in yellow came out of the darkness.

The old monk looked kind and smiled and said, "Don't the layman know me? We have seen him, you dripped blood on my head before."

"You...you are the monk in the tank!"

"Don't be afraid of lay people. The monk's Dharma name is Si Neng, the former national teacher of Xia Kingdom, you and I can meet in my dreams today, all of which are fate."
Chapter completed!