"Easy to be a book, the vast number of preparations, there are heaven, there are humane, there are authentic ......"

Teaching assistant Luo Yongsi holds a book in one hand and a whip in the other.

The boring voice came, and Li Hongru listened drowsily.

In the classroom, there are not a few people who are like him.

Luo Yongsi is a scholar given by the imperial court, and he has entered the rank of civil official, and many students must keep a smile on their faces even if they are bored to listen, so as not to hate this adult.

This teaching assistant preached the "Yi" in the Nine Classics, which belongs to the compulsory content of the Four Gates.

It is said that these ancient books hide mysteries, but they are obscure throughout.

Li Hongru studied extremely hard, and he didn't understand any mysteries for several years.

When he was bored flipping through books, he slowly transitioned to coping with his parents' expectations and making a living in the future.

It's hard to stand out from this mentality.

In the Four Gate Pavilion, his grades are average, not up or down.

Simenguan lays off many students every year, but he is never included.

There are more than ten students who are promoted to high grades every year in Simenguan, and Li Hongru has never been seen.

In this academy, he is not an important existence in the eyes of the scholars, but he is dispensable, and his sense of existence is quite low.

This made Li Hongru's drowsy state inconspicuous.

"I heard that something big happened today, Lord Wei will behead a big man at the noon gate!"

The small note handed over by classmate Rong Caijun made Li Hongru feel a lot more energetic.

In the Four Gate Pavilion, there are 1,300 students, such as Li Hongru, who was born in the ordinary class, and there are also descendants of the viscounts of the imperial court, such as Rong Caijun, and there are many dragons and snakes.

Compared with Li Hongru, Rong Caijun is undoubtedly a famous family with an extraordinary background.

"It's actually at the noon gate, which big man committed the crime?"

Ordinary people commit crimes, at most, they are dragged to the vegetable market to cut off their heads, and they are not qualified to be beheaded at noon.

Being able to execute at the noon gate must have a lot of money, and the other party has made irreparable mistakes, even if the blood is splashed at the gate of the palace.

Li Hongru sketched a charcoal pen on the note and asked.

Immediately, Rong Caijun pointed to the ceiling above.

This made Li Hongru inexplicable, and he didn't know who the other party was mentioning.

But Rong Caijun has many channels, and the way to know information is far stronger than him.

It's probably going to be another important person's head.

At home in Chang'an City, he saw some court figures fall from time to time, and today it is probably the turn of which unlucky one is again, but the origin of this unlucky ghost is a bit big.

This official is too worried, and he may lose his head from time to time, even the bigwigs at the top are no exception, and Li Hongru is not much interested in the official position of the imperial court.

"I heard that it is a heavenly priest!"

Seeing that Li Hongru's interest didn't seem to be high, Rong Caijun added another small note.

In his hand is Li Hongru's specially customized charcoal, which is also the reason why he has a good relationship with Li Hongru at this time.

Li Hongru was born and his grades were not good, but he couldn't bear to have something in his head, and he often made some novel props, which made people a little.

Charcoal, for example.

This is a more convenient writing tool than a brush, although the writing is indecent, but it does not require ink, and is especially suitable for passing small strips of paper.

Seeing that half of the charcoal pen was missing, Rong Caijun began to scratch the sword and sharpen the charcoal tip a little.

"Priest?" Li Hongru doubted: "What is the position of the priest?" Heavenly? ”

After living in Chang'an City for more than ten years, Li Hongru had never heard of any priesthood in the imperial court.

The heavenly priest mentioned by Rong Caijun made him even more confused.

He looked at the blue sky outside the window with great confusion, thinking of some demagogic words that circulated in Chang'an City from time to time, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

"I heard that a dragon king committed a crime, touched the emperor's obscurity, and the imperial court issued a decree to let Lord Wei cut off the head of the dragon king."

"Lord Wei is a rare civil official master in the imperial court, and he has the official position of Yushitai, which is suitable for supervising and beheading priests."

"Some time ago, it rained heavily in Chang'an City, and the water of the Jing River rose sharply, washing away nearly 1,000 houses, killing and injuring thousands of people, and not a drop of rain fell outside the city."

"This matter is inseparable from the Immortal Court, and someone needs to be responsible."

"The Dragon King does not belong to the imperial court, but we don't have a long arm to govern it, who told him to commit a crime on our territory, which made the heavens angry and resentful."

……

Rong Caijun had the intention to reveal his tone, and when the note was passed back and forth, Li Hongru had already roughly straightened out some things.

Half a month ago, there was indeed a sudden heavy rainstorm in Chang'an City, which caused a lot of damage, and Li Hongru didn't expect that there would be a follow-up to such a thing as rain.

"Is there really a dragon in this world?" Li Hongru said strangely.

Natural disasters are inevitable, but Rong Caijun mentioned that it is the duty of the dragon king to travel clouds and spread rain, which involves some gods and Buddha legends.

There are many believers in the way of gods and Buddhas in the world, and there are not a few people who burn incense and worship gods, but Li Hongru has never had this thought.

As an atheist believer, Li Hongru firmly believes that seeing is believing, and there are no illusory thoughts in his mind.

If you talk about some charlatans, he is more slippery than the monks and Taoists who worship the statues of the gods in the temple.

He saw the heavy rain falling in Chang'an City.

But the dragon and the god really haven't seen it.

Rong Caijun's words aroused his interest, and his drowsy head suddenly sobered up.

"Necessary," Rong Caijun swore solemnly: "We can see each other at three o'clock in the afternoon." ”

"Then we have to check it out."

I've seen a lot of cutting people's heads, but Li Hongru has never seen a dragon's head cut off.

The distance from Simen Pavilion to Wumen Gate was not too far, and Li Hongru decided to follow to see the excitement.

"Don't you have a treasure mirror, take that treasure with you."

"You have to bring a treasure mirror to watch, how small does the dragon have to be? Is it only the thickness of a finger? Li Hongru said strangely.

He felt that the dragon he imagined in his mind was completely different from the dragon mentioned by Rong Caijun.

But the purpose of Rong Caijun's explanation so clearly is clear at a glance.

This guy is trying to borrow something from him for use.

"Then the dragon king is not tied to the noon gate to show the public, and let the sword and axe hand cut off the skull."

Rong Caijun pointed to the sky.

"Although the crime was caught with pigtails, but Xianting can't afford to lose this face, it must be tied to the sky, we can kill it, we can kill it, if we can't kill it, we can't do it ourselves, this matter will be revealed."

"Immortal Court?"

When Rong Caijun resharpened the charcoal pen, Li Hongru also pondered some of the content mentioned by Rong Caijun.

You don't need to wait too long for the dragon king's business, just go to the noon gate and wait until three o'clock in the afternoon to verify.

But Xianting has also been repeatedly mentioned by Rong Caijun.

According to Rong Caijun, it was a heavenly court that was in charge of everything in heaven.

Naturally, this also includes things such as clouds and rain.

It's a bit mysterious.

Li Hongru couldn't figure out how to build a court in the sky.

The pavilion in the air is still illusory, and the court in the air is even more mysterious, only imagined in the mind.

Thinking of his mind, Li Hongru immediately frowned.

There are many false things in this world.

He is also a member of the false world, and some things are hard to believe.

If he didn't have that thing in his mind, maybe he was not much different from other people, believing in gods, Buddhas, immortals, and superstitions.

But he is indeed the successor of socialism who has been trained in science.

Li Hongru's thoughts were raised, and when he was thinking, a piece of simple data had already appeared in his mind.

Name: Li Ergou

Cultivation: Mortal

Skill: None

Wealth: 0

Material: None

This is known as the most liver-hot single-player game in history, Taigo's initial panel data.

Along with the data, there is also a thatched hut.

The function of a thatched house is only to provide shelter from the elements.

Everything is in its most primitive stage.

The most liver-based single-player game has naturally attracted countless single-player enthusiasts and made countless people addicted to this sandbox game world.

Taiwu's various settings are complicated, and each person has different choices, different encounters, and different consequences.

In a single-player game, if you want to create a strong character, a strong network, a wife, sons and daughters with the appearance of heaven and man, and a huge wealth, the only way is liver.

As long as the liver does not die, then the liver is strained.

Li Hongru suspected that he had stayed up all night cultivating immortal liver and died in the game, so he fell into reincarnation.

Because of this simple data panel, when Li Hongru grew up, some of his memories continued to recover.

With the help of knowledge from different eras, Li Hongru tinkered with some gadgets from time to time.

The treasure mirror is also one of them.