An old-fashioned square table with a heavily pulped table was placed in the center, and a child who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old sat there, holding a roast goose larger than his face and munching on it, his cheeks bulging, and he did not forget to talk to Zuo Xingguo. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Oh?"

Zuo Xingguo didn't ask anything else, he walked to the stove and took a pot of warm wine, and then sat down at the table of the child who was feasting, glanced at the bones of other meat piled up on the table, and was speechless for a while, this little guy is simply an authentic foodie!

The child didn't care about Zuo Xingguo, a stranger did it next to him, and still lowered his head and nibbled on the roast goose in his hand, as if it was the best thing in the world.

Zuo Xingguo poured a glass of wine, a fragrance of wine came to the face, making people feel refreshed, picked up the wine glass and tasted it, Zuo Xingguo only felt a sweet spring in the throat sliding, the fragrance was incomparable, lingering between the mouth and tongue for a long time, the cells up and down the body seemed to be cheering, and the whole body was very comfortable.

"Good wine! I am indeed willing to get drunk and dream to death, and I guess it will be the same when the immortals come!"

Zuo Xingguo sighed after eating, and looked around at the guests at the other tables, all of them were sipping wine by themselves, looking fluttering and refreshing.

"Of course, the wine of this winery is a great treasure in this post city, but ordinary people are not blessed to enjoy it!"

The child has already eliminated a roast goose, and at the moment he is sucking the grease on his fingers, and he seems to be very curious about Zuo Xingguo, and he keeps looking at him.

"The incense is not exposed, but the entrance is fragrant and lingers for a long time.

Zuo Xingguo tasted it again, and his whole body was very comfortable, and it seemed that he could spit out a mouthful of fairy fragrance as soon as he spoke.

"Haha, only a few of us have tasted the true taste of this wine, young man, not bad!"

The child looked like an elder, patted Zuo Xingguo's shoulder, glanced at the other guests who had been drinking and had never spoken, and said with a laugh.

"This wine is so comfortable to eat today, haha......"

Before the child left, he carried a pot of warm wine in his arms, and inadvertently a blue light flashed from his wrist pierced Zuo Xingguo's eyes for a while, and he reacted on his behalf, the child had already disappeared.

After eating a pot of wine, Zuo Xingguo walked out of this winery, the crippled Taoist and the old sage Cao went before him just now, but this is also good, so that he can look at this ancient city freely and feel the customs here.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War Bookstore!"

Zuo Xingguo didn't walk a few steps, and saw a bookstore with such a name, the façade was not very big, an antique small shop, the owner was a middle-aged man, looking honest, with a smile on his face, sitting at the door of the store and watching the people on the street.

"Shopkeeper, what books do you have here?"

Zuo Xingguo couldn't help but be curious, and stepped forward to ask, after all, in ancient Chinese history, there was really such a god of war who used soldiers like a god, and he was a god-like existence in that era of cold weapons.

"Oh, little brother is talking about the art of war!"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood, and kindly prompted.

"Uncle, do you only sell the art of war here?"

Zuo Xingguo couldn't help but question and asked rhetorically.

"Yes, this bookstore is left by the ancestors, and it only sells the art of war, saying that it is reserved for those who are destined!"

The middle-aged man explained with a smile in his eyes.

"Ancestor is the soldier saint Sun Wu?"

After Zuo Xingguo asked this sentence, his heart was about to explode, and he held his breath and waited for the middle-aged man to answer.

"Bing Sheng, my ancestor is a literati, and I have never been involved in the Bing family, I don't know where the little brother heard what Bing Sheng Sun Wuyi said?"

"Literati, how is this possible?"

"Then the ancestor came from ancient China?"

Zuo Xingguo did not give up and continued to ask.

"It came from an ancient country, and the specific ancestors did not leave a single word!"

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but look at Zuo Xingguo a few more times before he spoke.

"Oh, that's right!"

Zuo Xingguo nodded and left without a squeak.

Walked a short distance, the same bookstore attracted the attention of Zuo Xingguo, the plaque of the four ancient characters of "Spring and Autumn Dream" hung in front of the store, the rhyme of the words was simple and heavy, it seemed to flow with the breath of history, and at a glance it was known that it must be from an extraordinary hand. This store is larger than the previous winery, and there are three or two literati reading books in the store, quietly. I didn't see the store either.

Zuo Xingguo stepped into the store, greeted by the fragrance of ink, two bookshelves are full of books, Zuo Xingguo randomly drew a book slip on the shelf, the bamboo used for writing is about to be damaged by insects, open the bamboo slips to see, the spring and autumn characters written in two seals come into view, Zuo Xingguo is naturally familiar with ancient Chinese characters due to the nature of the work, and the whole article is an ancient text of the Spring and Autumn Period. Nothing else was found.

Put down the book, turned to the end of the bookshelf, Zuo Xingguo found that there was an old tablet enshrined here, three incense sticks were burned in front of the tablet, and the handwriting on the tablet could not see the name of the person who was worshipped.

"When I saw Sage Kong, I didn't know how to bow down!

In front of another bookshelf, a young man who was reading a book suddenly scolded, which caused the other two young people who were concentrating on reading to raise their heads one after another, and looked at Zuo Xingguo suspiciously, making Zuo Xingguo embarrassed.

"Sage Confucius, could it be Confucius who wrote the Spring and Autumn Period?"

Zuo Xingguo was dumbfounded, and the handwriting on the tablet was blurred, but he never thought that it was Confucius's tablet, which was the bookstore left by Confucius?

Rubbing his head that was knocked unconscious by shock, Zuo Xingguo walked out of the bookstore of the Spring and Autumn Dream in the scolding of the three of them, who did not know the sage and did not know the etiquette, is all this true?

Sun Tzu, the descendants of Confucius have all opened bookstores in Yicheng, they must have lived here in the past, if I tell the historians about the situation here, then the ancient history will have to be rewritten!

Zuo Xingguo calmed his heart, ate a string of 'Old Beijing' rock sugar gourds on the side of the road, drank a bowl of tea, calmed down, and continued to walk forward.

"Guigu divination, you are not allowed to do without money! Let's calculate this year's fortune! Come on......"

On the side of the street, a down-and-out physiognomist who was playing ghost valley divination, with two mustaches and thief eyebrows, was shouting loudly, and the spitting stars could spray on passers-by. Therefore, passers-by were far away, lest they would not be able to dodge, but this physiognomy kept mentioning the word Guigu divination, which made Zuo Xingguo stop and look at it twice.

"Little brother, come, give you a divination, you are not allowed to ask for money!"

As soon as the down-and-out phase master saw that someone had stopped, he immediately put down the divination sign in his hand, and trotted straight to the street where Zuo Xingguo was standing, stepped forward and grabbed Zuo Xingguo's arm, and walked towards the divination stall while saying: "Little brother, you are an outsider, I will calculate for you if there is any bad omen when you come to this post city today?"

Pressed Zuo Xingguo in front of the hexagram table, the phase master looked at his face a few times with a pair of glowing mouse eyes, and then picked up a bowl of tea that he didn't know whether it was hot or cold, took a sip, and then touched the gossip and said: "I see that your face is black, and the dark clouds cover the top, it seems to be a sign of great evil!"

"Poof!"

As soon as Zuo Xingguo heard such a statement, he immediately couldn't help laughing, he watched such a statement badly in the TV series, but the ancients really had such a statement, he thought it was all fabricated by the screenwriter out of thin air!

"Okay, master, I just want to ask you, who are you Guiguzi?"

Zuo Xingguo interrupted the words of the down-and-out phase master, and couldn't help but ask with curiosity in his heart.

The down-and-out phase master was interrupted, and he wanted to say two words about the young man in front of him, but as soon as he heard that the young man actually took the initiative to ask him what the relationship between Guiguzi and him was, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed, his eyes flashed, and he grabbed Zuo Xingguo's hand, leaned over and began to tell.

"Guiguzi, is the ancestor of the ancestors, his one-handed divination can be described as unfathomable, unpredictable, the former can be regarded as the mysterious reincarnation of the eighth generation, and the latter can be known for thousands of years, it is really a strange person through the ages!"

"I want to ...... back then"

"Alright, stop!

Zuo Xingguo took out a piece of dark green stone that looked like jade from his arms and threw it on the hexagram table.

"Slow, there are still questions, is the ancestor Guiguzi from an ancient country?"

Zuo Xingguo held down the hexagram money and asked the last question, he just wanted to make sure what he was thinking.

"That's true, but I'll not tell you!"

Xiangshi withdrew his hand in a sneer, his face was a little solemn for the first time, and his eyes looked at Zuo Xingguo with suspicion.

got up and left the hexagram table, what Zuo Xingguo thought in his heart has been confirmed, those sages of ancient China who are all the sons and sages of the hundred schools of thought are obviously not all extinct in the long river of history as mentioned in the ancient books, they have another little-known identity, and embarked on another unknown road, and finally left descendants here, but where did they go and what did they do?

Zuo Xingguo's heart suddenly thought of the ancient battle road, did their sons and hundred sages embark on the ancient battle road back then?

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