Feng Wuyou even had a guess. She felt that Chu Xuan probably wanted to teach his daughter English, and then ask her daughter to translate it in vernacular. In this way, the Chinese-English translation would be almost complete.

It's a new book, and then Chu Xuan can boast without blushing that this book was written by him! Feng Wuyou thought about Chu Xuan's temperament, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it became.

Xiao Jinglan raised her eyebrows slightly.

For someone like him who grew up in battles, his love for the art of war is almost instinctive.

But he didn't rush to say anything, he just nodded.

Feng Wuyou didn't say that these art of war couldn't be translated, he just said to wait until she found what she was looking for, and then he would slowly mention it.

He has always been patient enough, especially with Feng Wuyou.

Feng Wuyou moved The Art of War away and moved it to another bookshelf. This time, the first sentence made her eyes light up.

"I finally escaped from that hellish place!"

This is... a diary?

Feng Wuyou finally saw what he wanted to see, but...he was speechless for a while.

These words are really Chu Xuan's style.

Feng Wuyou looked at the silk in his hand and found that the color was dark and old, completely different from the silk on which technology and the art of war were later written.

She was slightly confused.

She was sure that this was Chu Xuan's diary, but if a person had time to write a diary, or if he had to use something like silk that was not easy to carry, he must first have a relatively stable place to stay.

Did Chu Xuan already have such a place at that time?

Feng Wuyou suddenly remembered that Chu Xuan met the Pre-Qin King as soon as he arrived on this continent, and it was the Pre-Qin King who saved him.

"Jinglan..." Feng Wuyou turned around and asked her question: "When your father rescued Chu Xuan... I mean, did you provide him with anything else after the queen?"

Xiao Jinglan said without much hesitation: "My father saw that my father-in-law came from the other side of the sea and was being hunted. In addition, he was attracted by his knowledge, so he provided his father-in-law with a place to live and some silver."

Sure enough, Feng Wuyou verified his guess, nodded and went back to the New Year.

"The Tianlan Continent looks a bit ancient! This is called time travel. That ghost place in the wilderness is where you should go to cultivate immortality.

In vain, young master, I breathed in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for several days after I got there, thinking that I could quickly refine the energy into elixirs, but in the end, I got nothing but a bad cold."

Feng Wuyou was speechless once again.

Uncle Chu Xuan, are you so calm after time travel?

He actually ran away to practice right away?

Chu Xuan doesn't write in his diary every day, and it's often just one or two meaningless complaints.

However, even these complaints basically revealed his whereabouts.

"The grassland is similar to Inner Mongolia. The mutton is delicious, but the singing is not good. I have conquered half of the girls in the grassland with my song Ma Xuan."

Yes, yes, I know the level of appreciation of your songs! "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond", "I'm a Painter", and now "Horse Rod".

"Wow, I met a wolf today. What kind of broken knife is this prairie knife?

The knife didn't even cut through the wolf's skin. If someone hadn't happened to come over, I would have explained it.

I have to let them know what a real knife is."

So you left a lot of weapons for Beiliang?

Do you know that soldiers use their most deadly weapons?

"A child died of starvation before my eyes. I wanted to save him, but the snowstorm was so big that all the grass roots were eaten away and there was nothing left. I could only watch him starve to death.

Human lives are equal and everyone has the right to live."

In the midst of his usual escape, an extremely heavy article suddenly appeared, and Feng Wuyou almost didn't react.

But then, she understood what Chu Xuan did on the grassland.

He invented the loom, inspected the soil, and looked for food suitable for grassland planting.

The grassland people said that he was the one who kept the grassland people fed and clothed, so they enshrined him as a god.

However, he didn't seem to think it was a good thing.

“Isn’t God a bit too much?

I also want to eat, drink, and defecate. If they see my big size, will my dream be shattered?

For the sake of their young hearts, I’ll go first! But it’s fate to get along with each other, so I’ll leave them a gift.”

So, you just fake your death and run away?

And that gift is the treasure of the gods?

The treasure you left behind almost killed your daughter. Have you considered your daughter's feelings?

"An old friend is here."

There was only one sentence in this diary, and Feng Wuyou couldn't read it from beginning to end, and at the same time, he was full of doubts.

Chu Xuan is a person from time travel. What kind of people would he call an old friend?

Who is this old friend?

Where did it come from?

Feng Wuyou quickly went to look at the back of the diary, but... it was impossible for Chu Xuan not to trick her. There was nothing at the back, not a single word about this old friend.

Since this diary, Chu Xuan has never mentioned the word grassland again. In other words, he probably left the grassland at this time?

Calculating the time, he should have stayed in the grassland for about four to five years.

In this short period of time, he has done so many things and even built a god treasure.

Although most of the Celestial Treasures are based on the transformation of natural caves, it is still amazing that they can be made on such a scale.

Chu Xuan's talent really can't be summed up in just one word.

The fabrics of these diaries are very mottled, and many of them have various stains and a soil-like color.

It seems that every time Chu Xuan wrote something, he would find a place to bury these diaries, and then when he was about to leave the grassland, he would dig them out again and again.

He really has a leisurely mind.

However, thanks to his leisurely thoughts, Feng Wuyou was able to know where he had been, what he had done, and what his mental journey was like after such a long time.

She then looked down.

"I saw a fairy!"

A strong feeling of infatuation came over me.

"God, I declare that I am in love! She is my little dragon girl, Wang Yuyan, Juliet. I will never marry her unless I have her in my life!"

Feng Wuyou has a toothache.

Chu Xuan's hobbies are quite broad, covering everything from home to abroad.

She thought she was going to see a sour love story later, but she didn't expect that it wasn't all smooth sailing.

Chu Xuan is a person who has traveled through time and has traveled to many places on the Tianlan Continent. He already has his own plan.

In general time-travel novels, men who travel back in time always want to do great things, such as establishing a country and becoming an emperor. Naturally, Chu Xuan wanted to do the same.

However, the person he fell in love with was Queen Fangzhou, who always dealt with peace.

Chu Xuan did not write down what happened between the two in detail, but from the troubles he expressed in just a few words, it could be seen that there was a big difference between him and Feng Xiran. Feng Xiran even said

It was said that the two of them parted ways.

Fortunately, after a painful period of time, Chu Xuan finally figured it out.

"I came across time to make myself happy. Will being an emperor make me happy?

No, I'm bored to death watching a bunch of idiots fighting around down there.

Will marrying Xiao Xixi make me happy?

Isn’t this nonsense?

There has never been a happier time in my life than when I was with Xiao Xixi! Tianlan Continent, it’s a pity that you have lost a wise and mighty emperor in your history, and I won’t play with you anymore!”

Feng Wuyou closed the scroll.

She has to slow down.

Although this guy is a senior and the biological father of her body, but... he is too shameless.

She digested it for a while before continuing to read.

The whole thing below is really filled with the sour smell of love.

First, he chased his wife to the crematorium, and it took a lot of effort to convince Feng Xiran of his sincerity.

Then there are all kinds of grudges, and Chu Xuan's daily diary is full of pride.

Then, it’s time for the wedding.
To be continued...