58, back from the dead (knife)

Dao Gui's days in the hacker department of the Qin military were spent in an ordinary situation. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, in the era when academic qualifications were more important, Dao Gui also had to mix up a diploma.

As a junior college graduate, Qin's Foha University also directly admitted him to study for a part-time doctorate.

After two years of reading, Dao Kei finished writing the last word of his doctoral dissertation, and it was already one o'clock in the morning. He leaned back comfortably in the swivel chair and stretched. After a short rest, he took out a wolf from the drawer, dipped it in ink, and then wrote the title of the paper on a blank piece of paper: "Tan Tonghe's Treatise". When he finished writing, he narrowed his eyes again, admiring his regular script. He thought: It is better to polish the paper and bind it beautifully. The mentor, Professor Harry, likes to be perfect in everything......

This year, on the occasion of the 200th anniversary of the sacrifice of the six gentlemen of Wuxu, he was able to hand over this doctoral dissertation at this time, not only to have a summary of his studies, but also to fulfill a long-cherished wish in his heart: from the first day he entered the history department of Foha University to study the history of the Qi Kingdom, his interest was attracted by this singing and crying scene in the history of the Qi Kingdom. In particular, Tan Tonghe's words before his arrest that he refused to accept the help of his friends in the Sun Banner and were determined to water the flower of change with blood have been ringing in his ears for many years. At that time, Tan Tonghei could have fled from Dongying with the help of Dongying, but this stubborn Nanhu guy shouted:

"All countries change the law, all from the bloodshed, today in the Qing Dynasty has not heard of a person who shed blood because of the change of the law, the reason why this country is not prosperous!

Today, after Daogui finished writing "Tan Tonghei", he felt an indescribable lightness all over his body, he took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it, and smoked leisurely. There's a half-month vacation in the future, where can I go?

He suddenly remembered his old friend Wang Sicong. Wang Si is going to fly the sun flag in the future. His "Study of Emperor Renyu" has been accepted by a publishing house in Taiyangqi, and Wang Sicong has been invited to sign a book publishing contract. It would be nice to go to the Sun Flag together.

is really clear, Daogui was thinking about Wang Sicong, but Wang Sicong suddenly hung up a long-distance phone call for him in the middle of the night.

"Tell you amazing news!" On the screen of the TV phone, Wang Sicong raised the index finger of his left hand, and he was so excited that kind words such as greeting were omitted.

"What's the matter? Are you going to hijack that Boeing 747 that went to JD.com tomorrow?" Dao Gui laughed, his friend, always so excited. I'm going to fly to Jingdong early tomorrow morning, and I don't sleep in the middle of the night, really!

"No kidding you! The face on the screen became anxious, "Listen to me, I have asked the military to send you to Jiangdu in Qi State......"

Dao Gui was stunned for a moment, and he began to get serious.

"Old friend! Let me make a long story short! I just got here by helicopter by an old classmate from the Qi military! Tell you! They found an ancient man who had just died in the northwest suburbs! Guess who?......?

Dao Gui is confused again! An ancient man who has just died! Wang Sicong, like himself, is a disciple of the famous Professor Harry of History! Professor Harry has always been rigorous in his studies, and his students have naturally developed the temper of an old master. Especially Wang Sicong, who has always been unsmiling, how did he make up a fantasy story at this time?

"It shouldn't be Tan Tonghei, I just brought him back to life, why did you let him die again?" Dao Gui wanted to sarcastically say a few words to his old friend, but Wang Sicong on the screen actually clapped his hands: "Almost! But it's not Tan Tonghei, it's his mentor - Xu Zhijing, who was almost beheaded with the six gentlemen of Wushu." ”

Dao Kei was completely confused. During the Wuxu period, there was a second-grade Beijing official who sponsored Tan Tonghei, named Xu Zhijing. That person was a scholar in the second year of Guangxu, and was later promoted to a bachelor's degree. Professor Harry's general history has written about this person: "Xu Zhijing, a native of Zhili, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, a scholar of Dingguoshi, the abolition of eight shares, and the ...... of Article Chen Xinzheng" Dao Gui had just finished writing his dissertation on the Wuxu Reform, and these historical materials had already been memorized. The 251st biography of the "Qing Historical Manuscript" clearly records that Xu Zhijing was almost killed by the Empress Dowager because of his support for the reformers, and sponsored a group of radical reformers such as Kang Weiyou, Liang Qichao, and Tan Tonghei to the Guangxu Emperor. Later, because of Li Hongzhang and Rong Lu's intercession, he was spared death and was put on death row, and it was not until the Eight-Nation Coalition attacked Beijing that Xu Zhijing escaped from death row. The "Qing History Manuscript" said that he had been living in Jiangdu since he was released from prison, and changed his name to "Xu Zhisuo", which means that the six gentlemen were killed by Cixi, and he became the only remaining old man under the knife, and lived to pass the time by playing Go and listening to Kunqu opera all day long, and lived to die at the age of seventy-five. Counting it, this man has been dead for almost 180 or 90 years, how can he "just died"!

"Oh my God!"

"Tell you what! When I first heard this nonsense, I was just as 'unbelievable' as you! However, I went to the scene, and it didn't seem to be an ordinary nonsense. I'm about to fly to Jingdong, and now I'm asking them to send me back to Shencheng and pick you up here again -- I've recommended you to the relevant leaders of the Qi military...... They'll pick you up right away. ”

Until he turned off the TV and phone, Daogui still felt that he was probably in a dream. He stood up, pushed open the curtains, and in the middle of the night, it was dark outside the window, and a fresh breeze was blowing in his face, and he felt that his mind seemed to be clear again. He put the index finger of his right hand in his mouth, took a bite, and oh, it hurt!

"If it weren't for Wang Sicong's insanity?" He thought.

In fact, neither of them had any insanity. An hour later, the door was opened. Wang Sicong and two officers in military uniforms walked in and pushed him onto a bridge car without saying anything. Five minutes later, they were on the nearest transnational airport. A military long-range rapid transport plane was parked there. As soon as Daogui and the two soldiers got on the plane, they heard the sound of the motor.

Wang Sicong's call came. The plane's propeller scraped his words to the point of not saying a word, but Dao Kei still understood. Wang Sicong shouted at him: "If I don't happen to go to Jingdong, I'll investigate it myself! This is even more sensational than your paper!"

About half a day later, Qin's transport plane landed in a small valley in the Jiangdu of Qi.

Along the way, the people who came to pick up Daogui from the military of Qi State briefly told Daogui about the discovery of the "ancients who had just died". What they said was similar to what Dao Gui heard from Wang Sicong on the TV call.

Qi State's archaeological research ability was limited, so he spared no expense to invite Daogui, a scholar who had in-depth research on Tan Tonghei of the Qing Dynasty.

It is said that in a small valley in the northwest suburbs of Jiangdu, when the local garrison troops were on a mission, they stumbled upon a strange corpse, the man was wearing an ancient costume, and the soldiers on duty at first thought that the deceased was an actor acting in a costume drama. They made a report to the barracks by walkie-talkie, and then several officers came, and one of them found a seal from the deceased, on which were impressively engraved the words "Xu Zhijing, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy." The officers had read history and knew that Xu Zhijing was an important figure during the Wuxu Restoration, and they felt that something was wrong, so they immediately contacted their superiors. A deputy minister of the Ministry of National Defense of Qi surnamed Xu was a classmate of Wang Sicong's middle school, so he immediately took Wang Sicong from Shencheng. After Wang Sicong arrived at the scene, he recommended Daogui again. It took only fifteen or sixteen hours before and after this incident. When the transport plane stopped and the officers who greeted him helped him down the gangway, Dao Gui still felt like he was in a dream.

The sound of the airplane motor gradually stopped, and there was silence in my ears. Dao Kei's feet stomped on a mess of grass and nearly tripped over it. Dao Gui looked around, it was dark, and the sky in the distance had gradually emitted a faint blue light, which was like a huge background, faintly outlining the undulating hills around him. It turned out that they were standing at the bottom of a basin surrounded by mountains. In early autumn, the night before dawn was cold, and the cry of owls sounded from time to time in the distant woods.

Daogui followed everyone, walking and walking, and suddenly heard a voice not far in front of him, Daogui looked, about a hundred meters away from them, there was a hazy figure in a circle. By this time, the sky was already twilight, and the morning sun was faintly peeking through the eastern hills. The silhouette of the pile of figures in front of them was already clearly visible, half of them were dressed as soldiers, and the others were probably villagers or locals. The officer who was walking in front of Daogui turned around at this time and said to Daogui, "It's here, it's there." ”

The group of people in front of them probably saw Daogui and them too. I saw someone walk out of the circle, shouting "let's go, let's go", while trotting towards Daogui and them. The man ran to the side of the soldier in front of Daogui and stopped, and said in a trembling voice: "Director Wang! It's incredible! The forensic doctor has just examined the autopsy, and he has only been dead for about ten hours, and he died of arsenic!" The soldier turned around, took Daogui's hand and said, "Let's go, please go over and have a look!"

When the people in the circle saw someone coming, they automatically gave way to a passage, and Daogui walked in, only to see a person lying in the center of the crowd, wearing an official robe like a costume. After a while, someone turned on the light, and Daogui saw clearly, it was an old man fifty miles away, with a pale face, a sparse beard on his mouth, pale red blood stains on the side of his mouth, and black nostrils, thinking that it was a dried blood clot. The man was dressed neatly, judging from the official uniform and the top worn on the side, it was indeed the appearance of the second-grade Beijing official of the Qing Dynasty, especially the braid on his head, which can only be seen in film and television programs now.

"It's not dressed up now, is it?" Director Wang asked quietly.

Dao Gui didn't answer, and his heart suddenly jumped wildly! He stared at that face with both eyes, it was all too familiar! In the past two years, in order to prepare for his doctoral dissertation, he familiarized himself with the historical materials of all the influential figures in the Wuxu Restoration period, along with their genealogies. Sometimes, reading the relevant written materials and looking at their portraits (and sometimes photos), these characters from 200 years ago suddenly come to life in my heart: the impassioned Tan Tonghei, the profound and far-sighted Kang Weiyou, and the talented Liang Qichao...... They are like old acquaintances and old friends who have lived with them for a long time, and their voices, smiles, behaviors and thoughts are all in their hearts. And the face in front of him, although it has become the color of a dead ghost because of death, is its expression of worry, indignation and forbearance...... Isn't it the Xu Zhijing who escaped death at the entrance of the vegetable market when he changed the law two hundred years ago, who else could it be?

Two hundred years ago, people did not die, and they still maintained their fifty-year-old appearance? Was it a farce or performance art of the Qi people? Or can human beings live to be more than 200 years old? Dao Gui's heart was full of questions.