Town Tomb Beast Prison, facing Mozi's wooden kite mirroring the town tomb beast, the "animation" of the small hole image on the wall of the underground palace, Qin Beiyang almost thought that he was killed by a random arrow through his heart.

The light and shadow on the wall changed rapidly, as if the slides had been removed, and instead of a ballista for archery, it became a fortified fortress of the city gates. Then it became the orange tree boom that drew water in the countryside, and then the old carpenters drew square moments, round rules, straight ink fountains, and positive hammers...... It turned out to be the invention of Mozi, and it is still used all over China today.

Qin Beiyang twisted his head, looking at the reflection of the small hole, almost breaking his neck. When he was nine years old, he was confined in the underground palace of Emperor Guangxu, and he followed his father to learn the most basic tools of these craftsmen.

Mozi drew his own inventions, bellows, siege ballistas, and various machinery, into animated drawings similar to marquees, and stored them in the mirror of the wooden kite mirroring the tomb beasts, and as long as there was light, they could be imaged and projected with small holes...... Our ancestors were great! ”

Qin Beiyang was amazed, and the ghost mask replied indifferently: "It also seems that our descendants are too incompetent." ”

"Why hasn't such a good thing been handed down to future generations?

"The skill of the wooden kite is only in the hands of a few people, such as Mozi's disciples. Although they had no political ambitions, they mastered a great deal of warfare and combat. In the eyes of the Warring States Monarch and Qin Shi Huang, they were both great threats and must be eliminated. So that the common people only know that there is Luban, but they don't know that there is Mozi. ”

With a sigh, the ghost mask took away the Wood Kite Mirror Town Tomb Beast that swirled in the sky. More than a dozen ancient bronze mirrors returned to the belly of the wooden kite, spread their wings and flew back to the cave at the end of the underground palace, closed the solid iron door again, and slept in the dust of history.

"Hundreds of schools of thought, Confucianism of Confucius and Mencius, the way of Lao Zhuang, the law of Han Fei, and the art of Mozi is far more than the art of craftsmen!"

"Beiyang listens."

"This is beyond the scope of learning of the 'Underground Palace Road', and in the words of the modern university hall, it is 'beyond the outline'! If I have the opportunity in the future, I will tell you more about it! ”

Qin Beiyang's opinion on the ghost mask has completely changed: "Teacher, for me, this is a night of rebirth. ”

"I'm very satisfied with your intentions. But this night is far from over! Beiyang, come with me again! ”

The ghost mask led him through a stone door at the end of the dungeon, and there was even a second dungeon, where countless torches were lit again.

This is a large circular space, which is reminiscent of the "round sky" compared to the square underground palace just now. Qin Beiyang stood condescending at the edge of the underground palace, showing concentric circles constantly falling, and at the bottom was a circular loess field. From Professor Wang Jiawei's collection, he saw the copper engravings of the Colosseum in ancient Rome, which just resembled the shape of the underground palace in front of him.

In the Colosseum in the dungeon, the ghost mask professor talked eloquently: "In the third generation of the Xia and Shang dynasties, there were slave gladiators. They fought with wild beasts and fought with each other, and the victors continued to kill, and the losers died on the spot. ”

"It's brutal!"

"In ancient times, the acceptance of the tomb beast used living gladiators. If the gladiator is killed by the Tomb Beast, the Gravesmith's skill is qualified, and if the Gladiator is still alive or even defeats the Tomb Beast, then the Gladiator will regain his freedom, while the Gravesmith will become a slave or even become a Gladiator and be sent to death because of his poor skills. ”

Faced with the ghost mask's eloquent talk, Qin Beiyang was puzzled: "How do you know the past of the Tombsmith Clan and the Tomb Beast?" ”

"Now, I'm your master, you just have to listen." The ghost mask took his hand and walked to the edge of the Great Colosseum of the Tomb Beast, and under the high platform was the bloody and yellow sand of the fighting ground, "The cruelty of the underground palace road is far beyond the assassin road. And the most cruel thing is the level before graduation - learn to fight with the tomb beast! ”

"Unbelievable, you're training schoolchildren to be Grave Beast gladiators? The children will all be eaten by the Tomb Beasts! ”

"There will be an elimination rate in any school, and there will always be people who can't graduate. Twenty years ago, there were still imperial examinations in China, and only a few people could be selected to meet the emperor in the palace examination. Many people study hard night and night until their hair is gray, and they are still taking the Xiucai exam! In the Heavenly Academy, the best must be selected, and the rest can only fend for themselves. ”

"Or die at the mouth of the Tomb Beast?"

Qin Beiyang said the greatest possibility, and the ghost mask smiled indifferently: "It's a pity, this is the destiny of my wait." ”

"Teacher, you were also a schoolboy at the beginning, passed five levels, cut six generals, and finally graduated as an honor student?"

"Yes."

The eyes behind the mask flickered, and an ape-like shrill roar erupted.

In the underground of the Great Colosseum, several iron doors opened, and a fierce roar sounded, and the unique smell of the Tomb Beast came to the face.

A bronze tiger with a white forehead first rushed to the Colosseum, and a deafening tiger roar sounded. The metal tiger whip slapped on the ground, stirring up bursts of yellow sand.

"Tiger Town Tomb Beast!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a stag, with snow-white antlers of the same color as the nine-colored, and four thin hooves, supporting the bronze body, and actually jumped over the top of the tiger's head.

Stagtown Gravemon.

In an instant, there was a third tomb beast in the Colosseum, this time a black bear, with a stumbling body that shook the dungeon with every step. It stands up like a human being, exposing the white crescent on its chest and slapping its chest with its claws.

Black Bear Town Gravemon.

There was a fourth, but a golden ape, tumbling on the ground and climbing the walls of the Colosseum. It saw Qin Beiyang and grinned at him.

Ape Town Grave Beast.

The last one, not from the ground, but from the ceiling of the circular dungeon. There was a whole heat wave in the air, and Qin Beiyang's hair was curled, only to see a pair of black wings, emitting the croaking of a crow, like a blackbird reporting a funeral, slowly landing, and actually stopped on the back of a tiger.

The ghost mask preemptively answered for Qin Beiyang: "Crow Town Tomb Beast." ”

The Colosseum gathers five animal-shaped beasts - tigers, deer, bears, apes, and birds.

It was the first time Qin Beiyang had seen so many tomb beasts entangled together, and the five spirit stones emitted heat at the same time, making this underground palace become smoky, like a steamer in the middle of summer.

"What kind of tomb beast is this?"

"Divine Doctor Hua Tuo."

"Hua Tuo of the Three Kingdoms? Hua Tuo who scraped Guan Yu's bones to heal his wounds? ”

Ghost Mask nodded slightly: "Not bad!" Forty years ago, we dug up Hua Tuo's tomb and found that there were five tomb beasts, which were the mausoleums built by Emperor Wen of Wei Cao Pi for Hua Tuo. Because Hua Tuo used Ma Boiling Powder to perform surgery for Cao Pi before his death, which saved his life. ”

"Wasn't Hua Tuo killed by Cao Cao?"

"Well, Hua Tuo recommended craniotomy for Cao Cao's head disease, and applied Ma boiling powder to do general anesthesia - Hua Tuo invented the world's earliest anesthesia, using Chinese herbal medicine as raw material formula, which is a great progress in the history of medicine. It's a pity that Cao Cao didn't believe Hua Tuo, thinking that he was here to murder him, so he put Hua Tuo in prison and killed him, and the formula of Ma Boiling was lost, which is a pity! Soon, Cao Cao, a generation of heroes, died of illness, leaving behind seventy-two doubtful graves. ”

Qin Beiyang glanced at the Colosseum: "What do these five tomb beasts mean?" ”

"Your life and death field!"

Before the words fell, the ghost mask flew up and kicked Qin Beiyang's vest, causing him to fly out of the guardrail and fall backwards into the Colosseum.

The five grave beasts scrambled to their feet to greet the supper...... "Arschloch!" ”

When Qin Beiyang fell into the Colosseum, he subconsciously scolded a word of German.