(Today's third update!) ）

Heavenly Academy.

Meng Po gave each schoolchild an ancient book bound in thread, which was actually "Warring States Policy", the version printed during the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty, and the textbooks of the Heavenly Kingdom School are all cultural relics and antiques.

"Wei Ze, Chapter 4."

The schoolchildren turned to this page only to find that it was "Tang Sui Lives Up to His Mission"

"The thorn of the husband is also the king, and the comet strikes the moon; Nie Zhengzhi's assassination Han puppet also, white rainbow through the sun; To leave the thorn Qingji, the eagle struck the palace. These three sons, all of whom are clothed in cloth, have no anger, and Hugh descends to the sky, and the ministers will be four. If the soldier will be angry, the corpse of the two, bleeding five steps, the world is vegetarian, today is also. ”

Meng Po read this paragraph aloud, although she was seventy or eighty, she was full of energy. The anger of cloth clothes echoes in all directions of the main hall, like the old Dan master of Peking Opera Liyuan, who must have deep internal strength to do it.

Qin Beiyang remembered that nine years ago, the ivory-handled dagger that killed his adoptive father and adoptive mother, and the "comet hitting the moon" in the luodian pattern.

The old woman first introduced the background of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, then the legendary stories of the three assassins Zhuzhu, Nie Zheng, and Yaoli, and finally explained it word by word. She takes care of everyone, and must memorize "Tang Sui's Mission" backwards. The room full of schoolchildren, like the old private school, shook their heads and memorized them.

Qin Beiyang was the first to stand up and recite the entire text word for word......

When he was nine years old, the year he was confined in the underground palace of Guangxu Mausoleum, he was familiar with "Warring States Policy", and the most impressive thing was this one. Yoshiko quietly tugged at the corner of his coat and cocked her thumb.

Meng Po frowned and said, "Qin Beiyang, what book have you read the most?" ”

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

"Very good, can you recite a chapter?"

Countless lines of words floated out of Qin Beiyang's mind, and the one hundred and fourth episode "The great star of the Han Dynasty returned to the sky, and he saw the wood like Wei Dudu was frightened", when he recited "It's night, the sky is sad and miserable, the moonlight is dull, and Kong Ming is dying to the sky" There were tears rolling in his eyes.

A room full of schoolchildren applauded him, especially Yoshiko and Nakayama.

The ghost mask, who had always been silent, opened his mouth: "Qin Beiyang, presumably Zhuge Kongming is the person you admire the most." ”

"The legacy of the teacher before and after is there, which makes people see tears at a glance."

Although the voice of the ghost mask is young, the tone of his voice is like that of a university professor: "It's a pity, in today's world, it is no longer the era of "Three Kingdoms"! Don't look at the characters from the perspective of the heroes of the Three Kingdoms, whether it is Liu Xuande, Guan Yunchang or Zhang Yide, it is difficult to achieve great things at the moment. As for Kong Ming, I am afraid that he will become a warlock in the rivers and lakes, at most he is a staff member of a local warlord, and he is just a Shaoxing master who shakes a fan in the former Qing Dynasty. It's sad, isn't it? ”

"It's so pathetic!"

Eighteen-year-old Qin Beiyang looked up to the sky and sighed, thinking of the ancients he admired most in his life, the dignified Zhuge Kongming, who was born in this world to fall into Pingyang, and the tears in his eyes finally fell.

That's the end of the first day of study. Qin Beiyang walked out of the main hall, on the top of the black mountain, the spring cold is steep, and the Big Dipper can be clearly distinguished, as if he is in the center of the universe, and if he takes a step forward, he can cross from Saturn to Jupiter.

Since there is no lunch to eat, there is no dinner. But no one was hungry. Qin Beiyang grabbed Fangzi and asked, "Have you ever supplemented any special food?" ”

"No, it's just drinking the mountain spring water here."

Qin Beiyang touched the edge of the spring water, took a sip gently, it was clear, sweet and cold, and it burned again in the stomach, immediately eliminating hunger and giving people heat. This is no ordinary spring water, it must have something added to it to add all kinds of nutrients and energy to the children.

Yoshiko took him to walk in the night, each carrying a lantern, like a ghost fire at thirteen o'clock, and if he took a slight wrong step, he would fall into the abyss at his feet.

They came to a wooden building, in the pure Tang Dynasty style, which is rarely seen in real life today. This is a house where schoolchildren stay, with antique bookshelves, guqin and pipa, and ambergris incense wafting from the incense burner.

He saw six bunk beds, like university dormitories, which did not fit in with this Tang Dynasty mansion. Twelve children slept six beds, both male and female. Qin Beiyang had nowhere to sleep, so he made a bunk in the corner of the room, in fact, the ancients of the Qin and Han dynasties slept like this. Originally, there were thick straw mats, like Japanese tatami mats, and a silk futon bedding, so it would not be too cold to sleep.

It's only one night, but according to the habits of the ancients, you have to sleep.

Qin Beiyang lived in a student dormitory for the first time in his life, and he was still mixed with men and women, fortunately, they were all children, but he was already eighteen years old.

He burrowed into the quilt, blew out the last candle, and whispered to the high and low bed next door: "Yoshiko, can I ask you a question?" ”

"Just ask." Fangzi turned over, her eyes flashing in the darkness, "Before I fall asleep!" ”

"How did you get here?"

"Like you, come to heaven after death."

Qin Beiyang gasped: "Do you remember your death?" ”

"Well, I'm long dead! In the year of the fall of the Qing Dynasty, my father ruthlessly kicked me out of the house and let me be killed by the wicked in the midst of displacement. ”

Speaking of this, Fangzi choked up.

Can't imagine how this little girl was killed? Qin Beiyang was indignant and said, "What wicked person? I'll help you get your revenge! ”

"You...... You've been killed yourself! We're all dead! Fangzi jumped out of bed, like a big fish jumping around, got into Qin Beiyang's quilt, bit his ear and said, "I can't tell the secret of the past......"

Qin Beiyang was taken aback by her: "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

"I'm telling you, if my origins are discovered by Meng Po, I will be killed here a second time!"

"Good, good! I'll just stop asking you! Get out of here! Men and women don't kiss! Otherwise, I'm gone! ”

"I'm sorry, Brother Beiyang." After all, she is still a twelve-year-old girl, and Fangzi doesn't have so many taboos, "I just feel cold." ”

"I'll give you permission to lie down a little longer." Qin Beiyang felt that his heart was dirty, "Fangzi, since we are all dead, have you ever drunk Meng Po soup?" Don't you remember what happened in your last life? ”

"By the time you graduate, you'll be drinking."

"Graduation?" He seemed to see hope, "How long will it take to graduate?" ”

"It is said that if you are gifted, it will take one to two years. If you are dull or disobedient, I am afraid that you will not be able to finish your career for the rest of your life. ”

"For a lifetime? Aren't we all dead? ”

"That's forever, longer than a lifetime! Death is death, but you can't go to reincarnation, you get stuck in the middle of the road. Fangzi rolled over, "Sometimes, I think how nice it would be if I could stay in this heavenly fairyland forever and never return to the filthy world!" ”

Fangzi fell asleep after speaking, Qin Beiyang was embarrassed to drive her away, and he also felt groggy. Could it be the smell of ambergris? What other substances are mixed with to have a hypnotic effect?

The last stage of consciousness before falling asleep seemed to see nine colors......

(Let's make the commuter pass more violent)