After a while, when Shi Yiguang lowered his head and began to practice big characters, Shi Bing'er clinged to the scroll again, turned around, she looked at Shi Yiguang, nodded, with hesitation on her face, but still whispered: "Okay, I believe you." ”

Shi Yiguang raised his head, which was practicing big characters, looked at Shi Bing'er, and flattened his mouth: "Oh, thank you for your belief." With that, she lowered her head again and continued to practice big characters.

She is not interested in collecting the wisdom of the ancients, but she can't reveal her identity after a thousand years, so she is naturally ...... Be careful.

Shi Yiguang sighed while practicing the words.

It's really more human than human, and it's infuriating.

If you want others to cross the golden armor body, ten thousand swords will not die, and your hands will be turned into clouds and your hands will be covered by rain. What you want, what you have. No matter how bad it is, it travels to a dilapidated place with a golden finger. Thinking of the golden finger, Shi Yiguang raised his head and looked at the jade bamboo knot hanging around his neck. Does she count this?

There's no place to use this.

Does that kill move count?

If you don't succeed, you will make a living by killing people in the future?

She can kill, but in fact...... Never killed anyone......

Shi Yiguang was drawing the big seal on the bamboo scroll, and he sighed again.

Thinking about her previous life, she had a partner when she did tasks. What about hemp?

Even because of her road idiot talent, she can't act alone.

Shi Yiguang raised his head, looked at the words drawn on the bamboo pieces, and sighed again.

I can't hold my thighs if I want to.

An hour of learning was spent in Shi Yiguang's constant sighing.

When I got out of school, the sun in the sky was shining as usual. Shi Yiguang was collecting bamboo pieces and pens, and Dong Shi in front of him said, "What are you going to do after school?" ”

"Help me Niang Huansha." Shi Yiguang replied while collecting the bamboo chips.

"I'm going to Huansha too, let's go together." Shi Bing'er smiled and put the bookbag on her body. Looking at Shi Yiguang, Yingying smiled.

Shi Yiguang also put away the book bag, put it on his body, and responded indifferently: "Yes." With that, he walked towards the outside of the school with his bag on his back.

Walking outside the school, Shi Yiguang habitually looked at the geese in the goose pen, bent down, picked up the stones in the yard and smashed them.

The big white goose croaked at Shi Yiguang. Shi Yiguang had already gotten up, clapped his hands, and was about to follow Yan Yan, when suddenly, remembering something, rushed to the study, and said to Ji Fuzi, who was standing behind the bookcase and looking at the scroll: "What time is this year?" ”

When Ji Fuzi heard this, he raised his head, looked at Shi Yiguang who walked in, and replied, "The thirty-ninth year of the king." As he spoke, Ji Fuzi put away the bamboo roll and said, "Why do you ask this?" ”

"What thirty-nine years of king?" Shi Yiguang ignored Ji Fuzi's question, and walked straight to his bookcase and sat on the ground: "I'm asking how many years BC it is." ”

"In front of the park?" Ji Fuzi raised his head and looked at Shi Yiguang, and the doubt on his eyebrows became even stronger: "In front of what park?" ”

Shi Yiguang raised his head, rolled his eyes, and muttered, "Don't you know what BC is......"

So how does she keep track of the time? She knew what year Wu Yueyu Li was fighting, and she also knew what year Gou Jian was arrested, and she could probably calculate which year she would return to China three years later. But these are all based on the premise of public age.

Shi Yiguang raised his head and looked at the beam of the school. I don't know what year it is, how can she plan for a rainy day?

Suddenly, Shi Yiguang's mind flashed! Kongqiu!

Shi Yiguang turned his head, looked at Ji Fuzi fixedly, and slapped his hands on the bookcase in front of him: "What about Zhongni?" How old is he? ”

How can the Spring and Autumn papers be without the question of Confucius? Confucius ranked first among the top ten celebrities in the world identified by UNESCO, ahead of Aristotle, Plato, Copernicus, Darwin and so on.

She can't remember her father's birth date, but Confucius does. Don't do so many questions in vain.

"Jonny?" Ji Fuzi looked at Shi Yiguang, muttered, turned his head and thought about it: "Zhong Ni was born in the autumn of the twenty-second year of Lu Xianggong, and now he is the eleventh year of Lu Dinggong, and he is fifty years old. ”

As he spoke, Ji Fuzi turned his head again, looked at Shi Yiguang and asked, "Why are you asking this?" ”

Shi Yiguang ignored Ji Fuzi's words, and just buried his head on the table and scratched it with his index finger. He kept muttering to himself: "53 years old, minus 1 year old in the mother's womb, 52." Born in 551 BC, 52 years old. Shi Yiguang raised his head, looked at Ji Fuzi, and suddenly said, "Oh, I know." ”

This year is in 499 B.C.E. She traveled back in time to 2516 years ago.

Terrible......

Thinking about it, Shi Yiguang nodded at Ji Fuzi: "Thank you, sir." He stood up, grabbed his book bag, and was about to leave.

"Wait." Ji Fuzi stretched out his hand and opened his mouth to stop Shi Yiguang, who was about to leave.

Shi Yiguang turned his body back, looked at Ji Fuzi, and did not speak.

Ji Fuzi picked up the ring ruler on the case and clicked on the opposite side of the bookcase.

Seeing this, Shi Yiguang sat down in a decent manner.

"Why?" Shi Yi sat cross-legged on the ground in front of the bookcase, holding the bookbag he was carrying, and looked at Ji Fuzi.

Ji Fuzi sat opposite Shi Yiguang, holding the ring ruler in one hand and supporting the bookcase in the other: "Why do you want to recognize Zhongni as a teacher?" ”

Shi Yiguang sat opposite Ji Fuzi, looked at him, and said without thinking: "Learn something." ”

Ji Fuzi shook his head: "You go around me." Why? ”

Shi Yiguang flattened his mouth, looked at Ji Fuzi and said, "I'll tell you, if you give me your white goose, I'll tell you." As he spoke, he pointed to the big white goose outside the yard.

Ji Fuzi's gaze moved from Shi Yiguang, looked at the big white goose with his neck up and pacing in the study, and lowered his head: "I don't listen, go to your house." ”

Shi Yiguang looked at Ji Fuzi, pursed his lips, stood up, and pulled his own bookbag: "Anyway, if you don't give it to me now, I will take off its head and stew it in the future." ”

After that, without waiting for Master Ji to speak, he turned around and walked outside the school.

Outside the school, Yan Yan and Shi Bing'er were still waiting for Shi Yiguang. She stepped out of the school, swept her head from the goose pen with a very unfriendly gaze, and then looked at the two people waiting at the gate of the courtyard: "Why haven't you left yet?" ”

"I'm afraid you'll go back and get lost." Yan Yan stood aside, looked at Xi Shi and said with a smile.

Shi Yiguang looked at Shi Bing'er again: "Why are you still waiting for me here, you are in the East Village, and we are not together." ”

"My mother took the yarn directly to the riverside, and I will go directly to the riverside with you." Shi Bing'er said as she kept up with the footsteps of the two people.

"But I'm going back to help my mother carry the veil." Shi Yiguang walked in front and replied.

"I can help you too." Shi Bing'er followed behind Shi Yiguang and replied softly.

A group of three people walked on the road to the West Village. Especially Shi Yiguang and Shi Bing'er, walking together, their top and croaking appearance attracted people along the way to stop and look back.