After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Chapter 297 Listening to Morax's Story of the Past

But no matter how anxious he was, Morax refused to speak. Yuan Zhuoyue didn't have any special abilities now, so he couldn't force him to speak. There was nothing he could do to Morax.

It was like a piece of unpolished stone. Yuan Zhuoyue knew that there was beautiful jade inside it, but she had neither the means nor the right tools to pry the stone open.

This is very uncomfortable.

Yuan Zhuoyue was a little absent-minded to begin with. He looked at the enlightenment book from Liyue in his hand, faced with the slightly unfamiliar words on it, and read the story in it awkwardly.

She felt it was strange and familiar, just like reading a book written in traditional Chinese characters. She seemed to know these characters, but they didn't seem so familiar to her.

She could only combine the texts she was more familiar with and the meanings before and after them, and guess the meaning of the words and sentences.

Now that it has returned home, the little golden cube has realized that now is not the time for teaching, but a time to relax and rest.

He started watching TV openly once again without turning the TV to silent mode. Yuan Zhuoyue couldn't concentrate on the contents of the book in his hand. The text was not familiar to him, and the wording and sentence structure were a bit obscure, making it too boring.

Just like when she was a student, she had to recite and write out the entire text of ancient poems. Her feelings were roughly the same as they were then.

When I didn't know the taste of it, I tasted the fine bran, but after years and months, I found that it was endlessly memorable.

But now, she just couldn't concentrate on watching it. The sound from the TV made it even harder for her to concentrate.

It’s just like when I was a student, I bought various famous poetry collections from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, according to the requirements of my teachers.

Apart from dealing with the teacher's inspection and flipping through a few pages, most of the time, the book was left on the bookshelf gathering dust.

Although he couldn't get into it, Yuan Zhuoyue understood what kind of stories were recorded in the book.

Most of them tell small stories related to strange tales and immortals, and the one that appears most frequently is 'Emperor Rock King'.

Moreover, Yuan Zhuoyue discovered that the content in the text was completely different from what he had seen in the game text.

But now there are too many distractions. She can't calm down at all. Her mind is not on reading at all. She simply puts the book in her hands on her knees.

Then he gently pulled it, and now they were sitting on the same sofa with her, holding hands together because he wanted to guide the power in her body to reach another carrier.

Morax, one of the people who frequently appeared in the enlightenment book she had read before, asked curiously, "Are the stories about you in this book authentic?"

Morax, who was also holding a scroll in his hand, shifted his gaze slightly and fixed his sight on the book that was now casually thrown away.

Then he moved to Yuan Zhuoyue, who was leaning on the sofa in a very lazy posture.

Then he spoke in a calm and gentle voice, "...These are not historical facts, so they are naturally adapted or meant to be a joke."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhuoyue immediately took the book on his lap and flipped it with one hand, turning to the short story about Emperor Yanwang that Yuan Zhuoyue had seen for the first time.

Then he pointed his finger and asked bluntly, "So is this story an adaptation or a parody, or did the creator use his imagination to create a justice-preserving character and then put you in this position?"

"It is true." A smile appeared on Morax's pale and thin face: "...but the one who stood up for justice at that time was not me, but Mi Nu."

Yuan Zhuoyue knew who Mi Nu was. He was one of the five Yaksha guardians and the one who died together with Fa Nan...

For a moment, Yuan Zhuoyue didn't know how to respond to this. It was okay for her not to know. But when she was clear about it, she took the initiative to talk about this topic. Yuan Zhuoyue always felt like she was poking at someone's pain point.

Morax has lived for more than six thousand years, and there may be countless old friends who are no longer with us. When talking about the regrets of the past, perhaps all of them may just sigh with melancholy and not care too much, but Yuan Zhuoyue still couldn't help but fall into silence.

Seeing that she didn't say anything for a long time, Morax just reached out and picked up the book that Yuan Zhuoyue had placed on his lap.

"Time is long... some traces of the ancient times have long been worn away after thousands of years of baptism and erosion, and there is no trace of the past." Morax was still warm and said: "Many of the legends are fabricated stories that are spread by rumors... Then do you want to listen to the real side of those things that I have witnessed after discarding the disguise?"

Yuan Zhuoyue nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

Then Morax began to tell the story in a leisurely voice, but as Yuan Zhuoyue listened, he felt that something was not right with the content since some point.

It’s not that Yuan Zhuoyue felt that Morax was boasting about his achievements, but she felt that since some time ago, Morax seemed to be telling her more than just stories about the past.

Morax talked so much, and the content was indeed vivid and interesting. Just by listening to his story, it seemed as if I could see some vivid and magnificent pictures unfolding before my eyes one by one.

However, as a listener, Yuan Zhuoyue clearly felt that the focus of Morax's narration was somewhat off from the beginning.

What he said seemed less and less like short stories embellished from some of his past experiences.

It was like a series of high-quality popular science articles, describing to her what kind of monsters there were in Teyvat, where their weaknesses were, how to eliminate them, and how to deal with the subsequent impacts.