Qianzhou woke up, it was already noon. How do you lie on the ground?"

Qianzhou was woken up by Jiang Qinghan, and before he got up, he felt a splitting headache and was sore. It's like playing games all night and then running a marathon.

"What's the situation, why does my head hurt so much?" Qianzhou got up with his head and found himself lying on the cold stone slab.

"Maybe you fell out of bed while you were sleeping last night. Jiang Qinghan said uncertainly.

The girl rarely wore a skirt today, but changed into a very Enron-style dress.

The plain white dress has no other color, but it is embroidered with great skill and a concave and convex flame-like pattern. The long skirt has no sleeves, revealing the girl's smooth and delicate arms. The line of the skirt is cinched at the waist, outlining the girl's figure slender and exquisite.

Qianzhou was lying on the ground, and happened to see the smooth calves and jade-like ankles under the hem of the girl's skirt.

"yes, I remember my sleep was fine. Qianzhou stood up, only to feel that there was no pain in the muscles of his body, "I seem to have had a strange dream last night, but I can't remember it now." ”

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it yet. Jiang Qinghan stretched out his hand and helped Qianzhou comb his somewhat messy hair, "It's noon now, and it's always rude to sleep elsewhere at this time." ”

"Hmm. Qianzhou replied with a bitter face.

"Then I'll go first, you hurry up and clean up. Don't forget that you took in a student yesterday!"

"Ahem, I see. Qianzhou felt a little itchy in his throat and couldn't help coughing lightly twice.

After washing his face with the water brought by the maid and tidying up his clothes, Qianzhou walked out of the room.

It was already noon, the sun was high in the sky, the air was dry and hot, and the twisting waves could be faintly seen.

Qianzhou walked to the door and happened to hear the greetings of the maids: "Your Excellency, Archon." ”

The man known as the Archon bowed in return.

The man was tall, more than a head of a thousand boats. I don't know if it's because it's natural or because the white desert sun is too harsh, and the man's skin is dark brown.

Outwardly, the man is about forty years old, and his dull and serious face is reminiscent of a deep marble statue. It's just that there is an indissoluble tiredness and sadness between the man's eyebrows.

The man's long gray hair was meticulously braided and hung down behind him, and the neat red robe added a sense of solemnity.

This is perhaps a boring and stereotypical man - the appearance of an archon can easily give such a feeling.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holder. Leah appeared from the back hallway to greet the man.

"Good afternoon, Miss Lia. This was the first time Holder had spoken. His voice was low and slightly hoarse, like rubbing fine sand.

"The Prophet is waiting for you in the study. ”

"I see, who is this?" Holder set his eyes on Qianzhou.

"This is a thousand boats, a traveler from outside. Invited by the Prophet to participate in the Bright Light Festival. "This is Mr. Holder, the consul of Enron. ”

"Provisional Consul. Holder corrected, "When the Prophet is an adult, I will naturally give it back." ”

"Then I still have something to do, so I'll miss it first. Liya maintained that cold and dignified expression, and turned to leave.

Chishu also wanted to leave, but was stopped when he passed Holder's side.

"Listen to me, kid. The tall man's voice was low, "[Enron] is not a suitable place for leisure and fun, and Bai Mo is by no means a good place. It's better to leave early. ”

"Thank you for the reminder. It was only when we saw that the child was so lonely that we agreed to stay a few more days. Qianzhou said.

Holder sighed imperceptibly: "It's just that sometimes good intentions don't always lead to good results. ”

Qianzhou didn't speak, just watched Holder walk towards the study step by step.

After Holder left, Qianzhou came to the courtyard.

Jiang Qinghan was sitting in the shade of a tree, bending his legs, writing quietly. Seeing Qianzhou, Jiang Qinghan stretched out his hand to beckon Qianzhou to come over.

Qianzhou sat next to the girl, and the tip of her nose could vaguely smell the fragrance of acacia flowers.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Qinghan stopped his pen, "The meal is over, why don't we go to the kitchen and have a look?"

Qianzhou shook his head: "I'm not too hungry, just wait for dinner." What are you writing about?"

"It's just some of Enron's observations. "This country seems to have been isolated from the world for too long. I haven't seen any of them in the academy, so I wanted to record them. What do you think of this?"

"What do you say?" Qianzhou's eyes flashed with the look of the past and Holder, "similar to the city-state system of small countries and widows, the supreme power is theoretically in the hands of the prophet. However, he was still a minor in the past, and is now represented by the consul. ”

"Archon?"

"It's the man who just came, and I talked to him for a few words. "In fact, this place is at least a thousand years behind the outside world. ”

Jiang Qinghan nodded: "It's like going back to ancient times." ”

"It may not be accurate, but it feels more like time has frozen for a thousand years. Qianzhou frowned slightly, and said with some uncertainty.

The two chatted with each other, and soon Holder came out of the room. He glanced at the two men under the tree, obviously in the sun, but their gray hair seemed to have fallen a layer of dust.

The two watched Holder walk away.

"I have the same feeling as the master in the academy. Jiang Qinghan said softly.

The two chatted for a while, and then a maid came over and asked Qianzhou, "I don't know if the guest is free now, but the prophet has some questions to ask." ”

"Of course. Qianzhou hurriedly got up and followed the maid to the study. After all, it is a guest at someone else's place, and these little things can be done.

In the study, he sat at a wooden table in the past, his red hair was tied in a simple braid, and his pale skin looked like the most precious porcelain.

"Teacher, sit. Seeing Qianzhou coming in, he beckoned Qianzhou to sit down.

As soon as Qianzhou sat down in his chair, he pushed over a blank piece of paper, on which many questions were densely written.

Qianzhou picked up the paper, and with his level, some of the problems were quite level, but some were very simple, and it should be because the foundation was not solid enough. However, considering that girls are basically self-taught, this is understandable.

"Why are you so interested in math?" asked Qianzhou curiously. He has the impression that girls rarely have a good impression of boring numbers, especially at this age.

"Because math is time-consuming. "As long as you put all your energy into mathematics, you won't be distracted by anything else." ”

Qian Zhou squeezed the paper's hand for a moment, he put the paper back on the table and pressed it with the book: "Put these questions first." Since you call me a teacher, I'll teach you something else. ”

"Huh?"

Qianzhou took a blank piece of paper and folded it into a paper airplane in three or two clicks. After throwing it out, the paper airplane crossed an arc in the air and flew back into Qianzhou's hand.

"It's paper airplanes. Do you know why real airplanes are made of metal and can fly in the air without any extraordinary power?"

"Huh?"

So Qianzhou slowly spoke, from the emergence of the steam engine to the birth of the industrial revolution. From the change of culture to the evolution of the political system.

Qianzhou's topic is very jumpy, and he talks more about what he thinks. One moment he may be commenting on a sonnet, and the next he is about the change in the magnetic field in physics.

But all this was new to the old years, something she had never thought of and never seen.

At first, Qianzhou was saying that he was listening in the past, but in the back, he kept asking questions in the past:

"Why is there a dispute between sweet and salty zongzi?"

"Why can a negative number be rooted?"

"Why can't you tell if the cat is dead or alive without opening the box?"

"Why is the struggle of politics a struggle of classes in the final analysis?"

......

In the midst of constant questions, I was deeply aware of the erudition of this teacher, who was not a few years older than her, but had been involved in almost every aspect. The thousands of ravines in the chest are simply bottomless.

"Of course, what I'm telling you now isn't necessarily true. "Qianzhou pointed to the right way," the so-called truth is nothing more than the statement that is closest to the essence of things in the current era. Maybe it won't be long before it will be considered a fallacy. ”

Nian nodded and asked the last question: "So what kind of transcendent people in the outside world are?"

"Well. Qianzhou thought for a moment, "Actually, there is a mainstream of transcendents in every region. ”

"The number of transcendent ladders is incalculable, why is there a mainstream?"

"Because the extraordinary ladder that can become mainstream is often something that can be shared, learned, and communicated. Some of the ladders of transcendence may be the same, or they may be unique. It sounds extraordinary, and it may have something unique about it. But—"

Qianzhou's words changed: "How can they compare with the crystallization of the painstaking efforts of generations of ancestors throughout the ages, and how can they compare with the brainstorming of countless geniuses in this era? ”

"I don't know how many extraordinary ladders have been born in the huge Qin Kingdom from ancient times to the present, but there are still vigorous vitality of the 'Hundred Schools'. Qianzhou specially accentuated the tone of the word "hundred schools".

Hearing this, he asked again, "Aren't the other transcendent ladders meaningless?"

"Not really. [Mainstream] is the crystallization of the wisdom of countless people, and it is an unattainable dream that distinguishes genius from metric. ”

"If the mainstream is compared to a towering tree, then a genius may learn a branch, an ordinary person can comprehend a few branches, and a mediocre person can only get a few leaves. Take the mainstream [magic] of Xizhou as an example, because each has its own emphasis, it will be divided into different schools, families, and associations. Combining and differing is the best interpretation. ”

"The other transcendent ladders may not be as good as the trunk, but not as good as the branches. Compared to a few branches, a few leaves are still more than enough. ”

"The mainstream is for talented people. Qianzhou asserted.