Chapter Ninety-Eight
The Lost Camp, in a series of gold rush camps around the Land of the Heavenly Death, is one of the larger ones, and all kinds of facilities are complete, from restaurants to spring buildings, from shops to pawnshops.
And in the most prosperous section of the shop street, where every inch of land is at a premium, a new store opened.
This is not a big deal, and the owner of the shop does not make any publicity, although there is a lot of traffic on this section, but it is not a big fuss.
However, if this strange shop was rebuilt on the basis of the acquisition of the original largest weapons store, then it has to be taken seriously.
Although the Land of the Heavenly Death is in ruins, it also has all kinds of unpredictable risks, and the weapon shop has always been the hottest storefront in the major camps.
"Shopkeeper, give me a ...... that depicts the armor-breaking array Hey, isn't this a weapons shop?"
The two of them strode into the store, and the person on the left was talking about what he wanted to buy, but he suddenly found that the layout of the room was different from before.
Lynch sat lazily in the boss's chair with an open book in front of him, and pointed to the side with his hand.
When I looked closely, it was a standing sign with the words "This is no longer a weapons store, it's a bookstore".
"A bookstore?"
The man who spoke earlier was stunned, why is there such a thing as a bookstore in the explorer camp.
The bookstore is not open in the bustling place of the mainland, next to the academy, what is it doing here?
Those hypocritical monks of Wendao will not run into the rubbish heap of the ruins and rummage around.
Although it was written in black and white, the man still felt incredulous.
The largest weapons shop in the explorer camp is gone, replaced by a bookstore, which is inexplicable.
"Isn't this shop sick in the head?"
He thought in his heart and was about to make a mockery, but his companion next to him saw the signs and stopped him in time.
As his companion's eyes signaled, he noticed something unusual about the storefront.
"What comes out of this pot is the best tranquilizing liquid..."
"This carpet, this pattern, this breath, it is the Nine Spirit Silk..."
"This table, at first glance, looks gray, but if you look closely, it may be an extremely valuable Lei Chi wood..."
He was afraid for a while, the tip of the iceberg revealed by this store was enough to imply that the background was unusual, but fortunately he was pulled by his companions.
He cautiously walked to the front of the stage and asked, "What books are you selling?"
If it's some ruin strategy or something, maybe it's not too bizarre.
Lynch looked up and rolled his eyes.
"What other books can it be, these are the books. ”
Lynch's hand snapped on the table, and a pile of books appeared out of thin air.
This hand alone shocked the two of them again.
"The Road of the Saint of Literature"
The Book of Songs
The Analects
......
The two of them took a general look and found that it had nothing to do with the ruins and chicken feathers, it was really the kind of thing that Wendao monks studied.
Especially the "Analects", which is something handed down from the time of the literary saint Liu Rongbai, can be called the source of literature and Taoism.
But who would look at this thing except the scribes who followed in the footsteps of the sages.
......
"Brother Zhang, I didn't expect that in such a vulgar place, there is a bookstore, which can show that the people of the world are oriented to education, and my path of culture and education is thriving. ”
Lynch sat in the store all day, looking at various history books for 10,000 years, such as Zhiwei books, to understand what had happened in the outside world since he was sealed.
However, there are many classics that have been lost in the past 20,000 years, and most of the things we see now are unknown.
And during this period of time, almost no one came to the store, creating the most deserted store in the most prosperous area.
But today there were two people here, and they came in early in the morning and chattered, disturbing Lynch.
"What's wrong with the world now? Is it popular? Buying something is still one-to-one. It's still quiet. ”
Lynch put down the book and said angrily.
The two were stunned.
"As the owner of a bookstore, I thought you were a generation of gentlemen, why, why did you also say such foul language. ”
Lynch was speechless, damn retarded.
It has been mentioned in the "Analects" that a gentleman is polite in his words, and he is obedient in his deeds. Shopkeeper, are you like this, do you have the air of a gentleman?"
Lynch: "......"
"Well," sighed Lynch, "do you know that the original meaning of this sentence is to speak politely, but to do things according to your own path, and if the two are contradictory, the latter is more important." ”
"What nonsense!" The popular scholar blushed and had a thick neck, "How can what Liu Shengren said be misinterpreted like this!"
"Brother Zhang, I have to correct you about what you said. The man next to him touched him.
What is recorded in the Analects is the teachings of his teacher recorded by Liu Shengren, not the words of Liu Shengren. ”
"Hmph, Ye Xiu, don't fool me with your self-entertaining views, Liu Shengren is the ancestor of Wendao, where is there any master!" Zhang Shun retorted.
Lynch watched the two argue here, and it was still interesting.
"Tut, I didn't expect that after so many years, the stupid boy who was messing around with limericks at the beginning had become the ancestor of literature. ”
As for "The Analects", it is indeed a quotation that I have bragged to Liu Rongbai for ten years, but it has obviously been polished by Liu Rongbai, and it sounds like something is serious.
"You don't have to argue," said Lynch, "come by ear, and I'll tell you the secret of a saint." ”
A lewd expression appeared on his face.
When the two of them heard this, they couldn't help but be a little curious, as a scholar, who was not curious about the saint.
"You... You don't want to fool us..."
The two of them came together.
Lynch whispered in their ears, "Liu Rongbai shouldn't be surnamed Liu, he should be surnamed Wang." ”
"It's a big rebellion!"
"Nonsense!"
The two suddenly felt that they had been tricked.
"If you dare to arrange a saint like this, you should be punished. ”
A kind of fluctuation swept around them, gradually resonating with some factor between heaven and earth.
"Zi said..."
"Those who speak falsely should be punished!"
A phantom of the Analects appeared above the two of them.
The attack took shape instantly, and a killing spear was shot at Lynch.
Seeing this, Lynch just smiled weirdly.
Zi said, that sentence should be a fart now. ”