Qi Lu said: "It should be, but the production method is more advanced, not the original bamboo strips."
Xia Chujian asked again, "Qilu, who do you think these bamboo slips belong to? Is there any record in your database?"
Qilu's childish voice was a little confused as he said, "I don't know. Qilu's database actually also contains the history of the Beichen Empire. Qilu can go back and check where Arkham City is."
"From the situation here, it seems that this city of Arkham sank to the bottom of the sea due to geological changes. It has a history of at least several epochs."
According to the calendar of the Beichen Empire, an era is one million years.
Xia Chujian was delighted and said, "So there are historical records in Qilu's database! Are there any military records of the Beichen Empire? If so, I wouldn't have to die and exit over and over again, and go back to read the 'game guide'!"
Qi Lu said, "Master, although they are both historical records, the people who recorded them are different, so the things they wrote are also different. Master, do you not mind?"
Xia Chujian said confidently, "Since they are all historical records, the basic historical facts should be the same. At most, the expressions may be different, or there may be mixed praise and criticism."
"Because history is recorded by humans, humans will have their own biases. I understand that."
"But putting aside those hidden biases, all I want is a record of basic historical facts."
"For example, who fought a battle where and who won. It's that simple."
"As for why the loser lost, and why he still won despite losing, I don't want to read that."
Qilu said, "But Qilu has also heard people say that history is written by the victors, so the truth will never be known."
Xia Chujian sneered: "People who say that are really sour grapes!"
Qilu's childish voice was a little confused: "Master, do you think this statement is wrong? Qilu thinks it makes sense..."
Xia Chujian earnestly educated Qilu: "Qilu, you have to think about it this way. Theoretically speaking, history is written by the victors, which is most consistent with historical facts."
"Because the victors did win, no matter how they won, even if it was only for a period of time, it was still a victory. This is the basic historical fact of that period."
"If you insist on portraying a loser as a winner, or as someone who lost with honor, that's distorting history."
"Every period of history has its own victors. The victors at the time may become losers later. This is normal."
"But those who compile history must not mislead others and insist on whitewashing the losers and turning failure into victory. They deserve to go to hell."
Qilu understood and said quickly, "Master is right! Qilu understands!"
"After Qilu leaves, he can also collate and verify the historical data in his database. If there are any inconsistencies, mark them out."
Xia Chujian nodded with satisfaction: "Qilu, you can do it! Come on!"
Qilu's childish voice trembled with excitement: "Master, don't worry! I promise to complete the task after Qilu gets out!"
Xia Chujian sensed something was wrong at this point: "Wait, Qilu, you said you can only sort out the historical data after you get it out? Then what about you now..."
Qilu said in a childish voice, a little embarrassed, "Qilu's database is confidential...it's impossible to copy the game system here."
Xia Chujian frowned: "Then how do you know these books are bamboo slips?"
Qi Lu spoke cautiously, as if afraid of angering Xia Chujian, and said, "Master, knowing the materials these books are made of doesn't require searching the database. This is common sense that Qi Lu possesses."
"Qilu's common sense has been copied into the game."
Xia Chujian: “…”
I'm so angry!
I thought I had found another shortcut, but it was also blocked.
Therefore, these freshmen have to experience these near-death experiences over and over again in the game before they can complete their studies.
Xia Chujian put the bamboo book back in a depressed mood and wandered around the tall bookcases in the hall.
She asked Qilu to try to record some of the titles of books whose contents she didn't have time to read.
Her plan was to find out what happened to these books after exiting the game.
After she had looked around all the bookcases in the hall, she swam to the only small door on the side of the hall.
Entering through this small door is a dark corridor.
The corridor is lined with glass on both sides, through which you can see the dancing fish and swaying marine plants outside.
Xia Chujian subconsciously said, "Qilu, if this city sank to the bottom of the sea due to geological changes, why are these glasses still intact?"
Qi Lu said, "Master, we need to analyze the composition of these glasses. Different glass textures can withstand different pressures."
Xia Chujian: "...Oh, it's okay then."
It is obvious that this question requires a wealth of physical theory and practical knowledge to answer.
Xia Chujian didn't want to worry too much.
She turned a corner along the corridor and saw a ray of light in front of her. It seemed that she had reached the end of the corridor.
Xia Chujian hurriedly sped up and swam towards the light ahead.
There is also a door there.
That ray of light came from that door.
Xia Chujian slowly pushed open the door.
A brighter white light came towards her, causing her to subconsciously close her eyes.
The light was so strong that it seemed as if a white sun appeared before her eyes.
Even if Xia Chujian closed her eyes, she could still feel the strong white light enveloping her whole body.
After a while, Xia Chujian's eyes adjusted to the white light.
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