"Brother Yan, is your bullet a skill?" Zhu Xiaoyong asked.

"It's the reward of the tongue war, and so is that title."

Hearing this answer, Zhu Xiaoyong's heart was full of envy, not only got the title of "sage", but also gained a skill. However, in the previous scene, let alone talk about the battle of the sages, in front of everyone's eyes, it is considered courage to be able to speak out.

"It's not fair......"

Zhu Xiaoyong looked up to the sky and sighed, as an otaku who likes two-dimensional, he is very eager for those special abilities, the cheapest skill he saw in the dream space before: Arcane Missile, all cost 5,000 points of biological energy, and he can't afford it at all.

I don't know when I'll be able to acquire skills.

"The world is inherently unfair." Wang Dongwei's face was calm, "Compared with some people, at least we are still alive, think about Tang Tianjie, even if he is lucky enough to break through the boundaries of human beings, isn't he also dead?" We should be content to live. ”

"I'm so tired, I need to get some sleep." Yan Luo said.

"Sleep in peace, we'll be vigilant."

When Yanluo closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep and regained his energy, the whole of Athens, even though it was already evening, was still in a state of hustle and bustle.

Some dramatists are discussing the poem "Will Enter the Wine".

Social activists talk about Yanluo's critique of the idea of nudity.

Doctors were eager for Chinese medical books.

Young maidens and some noble ladies, many of whom wanted something to happen to the perfect Chinese messenger - Athens now worships a one-day husband and wife, that is, a night of passion in the future.

Of course, the current topic of Athens City, the hottest is the history of China, Pangu opened the world, people can become "immortals" through practice, those amazing weapons and magic weapons, and write down the name, you can become a god list......

The most attractive thing is undoubtedly the Jade Disc of Creation, which contains 3,000 avenues!

In the Senate Chamber, Pericles was roaring, his expression probably similar to that of the "angry Führer".

As the chief general and consul of this city-state, who was full of self-confidence and pride, and personally pushed the prosperity of Athens to the peak, so many scholars at the ceremony of receiving foreign envoys today not only did not impress the foreigners who insulted the Greek civilization, but on the contrary, the whole city was conquered.

What a shame!

"Herodotus, Sophocles, and others can't be blamed for this...... That Chinese messenger was too knowledgeable. One of the patriarchs said.

"Yes, and the country of China has such a magnificent history, and we Greece can't compare to it at all."

"Speaking of us, is it possible to cultivate into immortals? I'd love to ask for advice...... Even if you can't cultivate as an immortal, at least it's not bad to become a god, if only you can get a great avenue in the Jade Disc of Creation and become a god king......"

A group of patriarchs began to talk about the possibility of becoming immortals and gods, which made Pericles, who did not have much faith in gods in his heart, and even did not believe in those existence, even more angry, he couldn't help it, and threw the golden scepter in his hand to the ground.

"I'm so angry!"

In the face of the sudden outburst of the consul, everyone was silent, and for a long time, an elder said cautiously: "Chief General, Lord Pericles, don't be so angry, we still have hope!" ”

"Socrates!"

"Yes, that guy, if it was him, he would definitely be able to convince the Huaxia people."

The patriarchs echoed one after another: "After all, Socrates is the wisest man in Athens and even in the whole of Greece!" ”

"General, Socrates is here." Suddenly, a herald trotted in.

"Great, let him in!" Pericles, who was already furious, was overjoyed.

Really say Socrates, Socrates to.

Soon after Pericles gave the order, a middle-aged man of about 40 years old appeared at the door and stepped into the senator's hall.

The man, who was very ugly in appearance, had a round nose, fat lips, protruding eyes like goldfish, and a messy hair, was of short stature, and wore a thin Shimashin robe, barefoot. Just looking at the appearance, no one could have imagined what a powerful soul would be in this body.

Gadfly of Athens: Socrates!

Socrates thought that Athens was like a horse that had become lazy and sluggish because it was too fat, and needed a gadfly to bite it, rebuke it, and persuade it, so that it would be able to keep running.

A lot of people don't like him.

Socrates' most common phrase is also: "I am an ignorant man." ”

But everyone has to admit:

This is the smartest and wisest philosopher of Athens!

In the real world, in the history of the West, in the starry ancient Greece, if there was to be one of the greatest sages, it would be Socrates! In fact, Socrates' position in the West is seen as equal to that of Confucius in the East.

"You're finally here." Pericles stepped forward enthusiastically and grabbed the hand.

"I was inspecting the tombs there in Kairamix, and when I got the news, I rode a horse, but I was still late."

Socrates looked at the consul's orange-red leather jacket and blue trousers, and couldn't help but marvel at its beauty: "I have learned from the students what happened today, and I can't imagine that there is such a great country in the East in this world. ”

"But ......"

The short man's expression suddenly became as majestic as a lion: "No one can insult Greek civilization!" I love the city of Athens, and I will not allow our holy spirit, the confidence of the nation to be desecrated in the slightest, it is too late today, I will challenge that man tomorrow! ”

"Good!"

Pericles showed an appreciative expression, but immediately, with a hint of hesitation, he said: "The wise men of Athens have failed and even been subjugated one by one, and now, all my hopes are in you...... If even you lose......"

"I'm ignorant, maybe not as knowledgeable as the Chinese envoy, but I'm fighting for Athens, and I'm not going to fail! Tonight and tomorrow morning, I'll do my best to prepare. ”

Seeing that the consul still had a slightly melancholy look, Socrates smiled and said, "Don't worry...... I would discuss philosophy with him. ”

He paused, then said in a firm voice, "I am philosophy!" ”

"So...... I won't lose! ”

The night passed in the city of Athens, Socrates sat quietly in front of the lamp, thinking about the topic of tomorrow's debate with the Chinese envoys, Yanluo was sleeping, and many citizens and Gentiles were still immersed in excitement and stayed awake all night, and some scholars even discussed it until the early morning......

The next day, Yan Luo woke up from his sleep, and his life source and spirit source were all restored to 100%.

Now both his body and his brain are full of vitality, and after jumping out of bed, he moved his body a few times, and his whole body bones made a small "crackling" sound.

"I'm awake." Wang Dongwei beckoned, looking a little tired - Zhu Xiaoyong was asleep on the side.

Apparently, he kept watch alone all night.

Nodding to the loser, Yanluo left the room, and the soldiers outside saw him and hurriedly saluted, and the two Persian slave girls respectfully brought honey, bread, and wine—the most noble food in this era.

The respect of these people for him was from the bottom of their hearts, and in Athens in this era, people admired the most erudite, wise, and fit.

Yesterday, Yanluo showed all three qualities.

After eating, he asked for some papyrus, as well as pen and ink.

Papyrus is a specialty of Egypt, and at this time it was a very precious writing material, and the pen had nothing to say, just a wooden stick, and as for the ink, it was smoke and ink...... Upon learning of his request, the Athenian interior officials hurriedly sent it in person.

Back in the house, he put these on the table.

Wang Dongwei was very sleepy at this time and said, "I can't stand it anymore and want to sleep for a while." ”

"You sleep."

The two companions were sleeping, Yan Luo spread out the papyrus, dipped the pen in ink and wrote on it, and the room soon fell silent, except for the sound of Wang Dongwei and Zhu Xiaoyong's breathing as they slept, and the "rustle" of the tip of the pen as they crossed the paper.

Ancient Greek letters were covered with letters, and Yan Luo wrote as he pondered, and after writing one piece of paper, he would think about it for a while, and then start writing the second one.

Each of these papyri was large, and when he had filled five of them, he put down his pen and sat down on a stool with his eyes closed.

It was noon.

Wang Dongwei and Zhu Xiaoyong were still sleeping, when a man full of iron will and fiery fighting spirit appeared at the door of this room.

"Socrates is coming!"

Although I didn't sleep all night last night, and this morning, all my mind was also thinking about the philosophical topic of debate, but now Socrates is full of energy, and this is the power of spirit and faith, acting on the material body, bursting out!

Full of excitement and fighting spirit, Socrates stepped into the room and saw Yanluo sitting at the table.

"You're here." Yan Luo nodded slightly to the man.

"I'm coming!"

Socrates' eyes were sharp and profound.

"Sit down." Yanluo pointed to another stool next to the table.

"Good!"

Socrates did not delay, and sat down on the stool, with an extremely heavy and tense momentum on his body, his hair was disheveled, and he seemed to stand on end, and his short body and muscles were angry.

Yan Luo raised his hand, picked up a stack of papyrus on the table, and handed it to Socrates, who exuded a strong aura: "Take a look." ”

He was about to open his mouth to say the first philosophical topic he was about to debate today, but he was interrupted, but in the heart of the "Gadfly of Athens", the fighting spirit did not weaken in the slightest, he coldly took the papers, bowed his head, and looked at the first one.

As soon as I looked at the first line, fine beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Socrates' bulging forehead.

As he continued to read, his fat lips trembled uncontrollably, and when he had read all the words written on the first papyrus, the sturdy middle-aged man trembled, twisted this one with his fingers, and looked at the second.

As he read the lines, Socrates' face became paler and paler, almost pale.

In the end, even the white Himashen robe on his body was soaked with sweat and stuck to his body wet.