Chapter 162: Chapter 162 Manuscript
The thread-bound book with a blue cover had slightly curled page corners and a slight yellow tinge to its pages, showing its many years.
And emblazoned on that cover in brilliant characters were the four words “Records of the Mountain Moon”. The source of thɪs content is novel⸺fire.net
Zhao Guangming felt as though his blood was rushing to his head, his entire body trembling.
Zhao Guangming bit down hard on his tongue, a faint taste of blood filling his mouth, before he gradually began to come to his senses.
Zhao Guangming, shaking uncontrollably, took out a pair of presbyopic glasses from his pocket and placed them on his nose. Looking through the lenses, his legs grew even weaker.
The four characters now appeared even more distinct!
Zhao Guangming’s mind went blank with fear, “Could this… this be the manuscript of ‘Records of the Mountain Moon’?”
Bai Chuwei looked at Professor Zhao, who had gone weak in the knees and knelt on the ground, and smiled, “Regardless of whether I say it’s a genuine manuscript or not, you would still have it authenticated, right? Belief is yours, not mine.”
Almost screaming and clutching his head, Zhao Guangming leapt up from the ground, bracing himself on the desk. The refined professor was a step away from roaring, “Gloves! I need gloves!”
Bai Chuwei: “…Professor Zhao, you can look at it directly.”
Zhao Guangming’s face flushed with excitement, his saliva flying, “If… if this is the genuine manuscript, do you know what that would mean, Student Bai? If I damaged even a speck of it, I would be a criminal to the entire world!”
Bai Chuwei: “…” That’s a bit much.
Looking around Bai Chuwei’s bedroom, Zhao Guangming’s gaze locked onto a food container inside which Cao Jinhai had placed several transparent gloves.
Zhao Guangming, deciding to take action without hesitation, snatched the transparent gloves that Xue Qiu would not use, no longer caring why a fat hamster would be eating fried foods.
He knelt on the wool carpet beside Bai Chuwei’s bed, holding the book in his hands with utter reverence, his heart thumping nervously.
He gritted his teeth and flipped it open—
On the yellowed pages were lines of graceful and carefree writing, starting from the very first word of the first chapter. Each word was written in Spiritual White Script, and it was clearly a manuscript, as there were traces of corrections and deletions!
At that moment, Zhao Guangming’s brain cells were hyperactive, and his emotions surged with indescribable excitement.
Bai Chuwei sat by, worried that Zhao, in his agitation, could risk a stroke.
With the manuscript in hand, Zhao Guangming entered a state of frenzy, muttering to himself, “The unofficial history has records that the original author ‘Bai’ of the ‘Records of the Mountain Moon’ wrote it in Spiritual White Script, it’s true…”
He flipped through the pages quickly, then suddenly jolted!
“Seals! There are seals!”
Bai Chuwei watched as Zhao Guangming’s face grew redder and his breathing faster, “Old Zhao, calm down, do you want me to give you some medicine?”
If he kept on being this excited, he was going to meet his maker tonight!
Zhao Guangming was patting his thigh, laughing and crying, “Student Bai, there are seals! The Emperor’s seals from that time, and seals from various departments approving printing!”
Now, in cultural relics, there are the original seals of the Emperor, they just needed to be compared to verify the authenticity.
Zhao Guangming had a strong intuition that the book in his hands was the original manuscript from that era!
He forced himself not to get too excited, not too excited, until he looked carefully at the last few pages.
“Ah, it’s actually… it is—”
Zhao Guangming was so overwhelmed that he didn’t finish his sentence, his eyelids fluttered, his blood pressure sky-rocketed, and he fainted on the spot.
Could the old man be… a little too excited?