Therefore,
He searched in his mind.
First, he took out a few skill books related to the study of ancient characters, such as [Introduction to Ancient Chinese Language],[History of the Development of Chinese Characters], and so on. Then, he directly used them.
Looking at these books again, although he was still unclear, he had some vague guesses.
Then, he sat on the ninth floor of the Daoist Repository.
There were no chairs here, so he found a place to lean against the wall and sat down. His long legs stretched out comfortably and landed in the sunlight. An ancient book with a torn cover was spread open on his legs.
The book had a little oil on it, which was probably a secret preservation technique. Otherwise, this ancient book would have rotted long ago.
He chose this book because it had the most pictures.
He flipped through the pages one by one.
Xia Ji stopped reading.
He didn't know what he was looking at.
