"A Brief History of Souls?"

Early in the morning, Ho Ying had just walked out of the room and saw Lu Ping standing in the yard, and then came over to ask him.∽↗∽↗, poor Ho Ying was still wearing a towel on his shoulder, a toothbrush in one hand and a water cup in the other, and a vague muttering, and then muttered in a vague way, and then continued to wash his clothes at hand. "A Brief History of Soul", this is undoubtedly the most classic masterpiece in the history of the cultivation world, and he is very respectful in his heart. Now he will discuss it like this, and he feels a bit inappropriate.

After clear water swayed his last trace of sleepiness, Ho Ying cheered up and looked back at Lu Ping who had been waiting for him.

"Why did you suddenly think of reading this book?" Ho Ying asked.

"To understand the principles and logic of this superpower, you may need to master some basic theories and knowledge." Lu Ping said, patting the notebook in his hand.

"I heard you speak so much, do you know nothing about "A Brief History of Soul"?" Ho Ying was surprised. He knew that Lu Ping was very familiar with him, and knew that because he was so proud of Soul, he had always focused on self-study, so he seemed quite ignorant of common sense things in the secular world or the world of cultivation. However, "A Brief History of Soul"! No matter how it is, Lu Ping is still practicing the power of Soul, right? He has never read this book? It is unimaginable for anyone.

"At present, only the title of the book is known." Lu Ping said.

"I really have nothing to say to you." Ho Ying looked at the sky.

"Where can I find this book?" This is Lu Ping's purpose in finding Ho Ying.

"I don't have it at hand, but this book is not difficult to find." As Ho Ying said, he saw Sun Yingsheng walking out of the door yawning, and pointed: "There is one on his side."

"What?" Sun Yingsheng asked subconsciously when he saw Ho Ying pointing at him.

"A Brief History of the Soul." Lu Ping said.

"Oh." Sun Yingsheng smiled. "You have heard of it. Want to see it?"

"Is that OK?" Lu Ping asked.

"Of course." Sun Yingsheng said and turned back into the house. He didn't expect to take out a wooden box. After pushing open the sliding cover of the box, he took out an old book that looked a little yellowed, and handed it to Lu Ping in his hand very seriously.

"Thank you." Lu Ping nodded and said.

Sun Yingsheng had a smug smile on his face. He was about to say something, but when he saw Lu Ping say thank you, he turned around and went back to his room in three or two steps. With a bang, the door was closed.

"What's the situation?" Sun Yingsheng was still in a state of confusion when he had just woken up, and now he was even more confused.

Ho Ying was still there in the courtyard, but he didn't answer. He just smiled and sat on the bamboo chair in the courtyard.

On this side, Sun Yingsheng stood at the door of the house for a while before he came to his senses completely.

"I'll go, he said he wanted to read, which means reading?" Sun Yingsheng suddenly shouted.

This is a bit inexplicable, and I want to read it. Of course it is a book, otherwise what else should it be?

But Ho Ying seemed to understand what Sun Yingsheng meant very well. He laughed again and nodded and said, "He has never read "A Brief History of Soul", so he wants to make a book."

"I haven't read "A Brief History of Soul"? What a joke." Sun Yingsheng screamed. No matter how urgent it is, it cannot stop Sun Yingsheng from being surprised for the fact, and then continue to return to his focus. "But did I take this "A Brief History of Soul" to read? This is the lonely book from 1759, the oldest version in the world. There are also handwritten annotations made by Academician Zhou Tong in his later years. Is this the fucking thing to read? This is for appreciation, this kid!"

Sun Yingsheng shouted in anger, and rushed towards Lu Ping's room, determined to take the book back. However, Ho Ying shook the bamboo chair and said, "It won't break if he sees it."

"How do you know it won't break? That guy still has rabbits in his room!" Sun Yingsheng shouted.

"Just just tell him and take good care of the book, he will definitely do it." When Ho Ying said this, he did not laugh, and used an extremely serious tone.

Sun Yingsheng, who had already rushed outside Luping's door, stretched out his right hand that was about to knock on the door and suddenly hung in the air. After hesitating for three seconds, he finally walked to Luping's room window and knocked three times.

"Who?" Lu Ping was sitting at the table by the window and pushed the window open. Then he saw Sun Yingsheng appearing outside the window with an unfriendly expression.

He glanced at a glance at the precious lonely book that was opened by Lu Ping on the table, and he felt very distressed. He usually held this book carefully in his palm, and the so-called pearl in his palm was just like this. He had never been spread on the table so carelessly.

"Is your desk clean?" Sun Yingsheng asked subconsciously the first sentence that blurted out.

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment, stretched out his finger to wipe it from the table, looked at it and said, "It's clean."

"This book is very precious. You should be careful. Nothing can be damaged or folded casually." Sun Yingsheng said.

"Is that true?" Lu Ping lowered his head and looked at him. He had read half a page and did not find that this book was precious here.

"This is an isolated book from 1759. Do you know?" Sun Yingsheng said with great thoughts and pointed his finger at the side notes on the first page of the book: "Did you see the small words written next to it? Those are written by Academician Zhou Tong."

"Zhou Tong?" Lu Ping's ignorance began to play again.

"A hundred years ago, Zhou Tong, an academician of Nantian Academy, was initiated by him. He finally collected the best powers of the four major colleges and spent seven years to compile it. Academician Zhou Tong devoted his life to this brief history of Po, and the book in your hand contains annotations of this work he organized and compiled in his later years. The "A Brief History of Po", which is now circulating in the world, has undergone many revisions by later generations. This week's edition is only this lonely book, not to mention that this is the original one written by Academician Zhou Tong and the original one of the editions of Zhou."

"I understand, I will be careful." Lu Ping nodded and said. His tone made people unable to tell whether he really understood, but the three words "be careful" are always very certain.

Sun Yingsheng's expression finally relaxed a lot, but his eyes remained on the book on the table: "Okay, then read it. Although the Zhoupian version is old, the content is roughly the same. I never thought that the revisions made by later generations were the finishing touch. Most of them were icing on the sequel. Whether there was any or not, it would be a big deal. Look!"

"Okay." Lu Ping nodded and reached out to close the window.

"Be careful!" Sun Yingsheng couldn't help but shout again when he saw the window closed.

"I understand." Lu Ping replied in the window.

"Don't watch it when eating." Sun Yingsheng emphasized.

"OK."

"Wash your hands before looking."

"OK."

"Beware of your rabbit, don't let it chew the book."

"OK."

"Put the water cup away from the book."

"OK."

"Don't read it before going to bed, crush the book when you fall asleep."

"OK."
Chapter completed!