Mo Xuan didn't know how to read the divination, but he didn't care much about this kind of unprovoked bad omen. I was going to hear what the white-robed priest had to say.

The priest coughed, "Don't be alarmed. ”

"This bad omen means that after you enter the training camp, you lose contact with the outside world, and it is difficult to ensure that disaster is coming, but no one can help you......"

Speaking of this, some nobles were suddenly afraid that something would happen to their children, so they hurriedly ordered their servants to come forward with money bags and respectfully offer them to the priests. Seeing that someone had ruined their wealth and eliminated disasters like this, they begged the priest to take care of them, and for a while everyone stepped forward and sent money to the priest.

This priest's practice, in Mo Xuan's opinion, was simply extremely simple. In the afterlife, no passer-by would believe such words. It's just that in this day and age, it is a habit to ask for divination, and the priests are the representatives of the gods, so they naturally believe in them.

At this moment, among the students waiting to report in the square, a voice sounded without emotion, "Lord Priest, I don't know if your divination results are right or wrong, but there is one thing I want to remind you, to make holes in the cow bones, apply python rhino horn nails, according to the etiquette system, tortoise shells are only used thunder pattern bronze nails! ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience instantly fell silent.

Mo Xuan glanced curiously at the voice, and a little girl with two short pigtails, tight-fitting and neat clothes, and a somewhat cute appearance, stood there with a blank face.

This little girl's outfit is very special, she is not wearing the skirt style of ordinary Yin Shang girls, but she has the temperament of a boy, and there is a bag hanging on the left and right sides of her waist, which looks heavy and I don't know what to pretend.

The little girl's words immediately made everyone question the priest's vision.

Everyone looked at the white-robed priest, whose face was dark, and he did not answer for a moment.

Mo Xuan said knowingly, this little girl is probably right.

It is said that when the priest saluted, so many nobles were watching, why was there only one little girl who noticed that something was wrong? Speaking of this, even Mo Xuan was not very familiar with it.

The relationship between the nobles and the priests was similar to that between the high-ranking officials and the monks in later generations.

In fact, it is not clear to these high-ranking officials who have not systematically understood the etiquette of divination. Only those veterans who know the rules well can see it.

There is no doubt that this little girl seems to be a veteran.

"Who are you, dare to disturb the priest of the Witch Temple to ask for divination?!" The white-robed priest's face was not good-looking, and the majesty generated by the image of the great murderer he had just revealed made this little girl clean in an instant.

The idea of accumulating money can no longer continue, these nobles are not stupid, the sacrificial ceremony is wrong, the result is not accurate, and they will not give money easily.

The little girl was expressionless, and her tone was indifferent, "You are the priest of the Witch Temple, but let me be an outsider to correct my mistakes, I don't want to think about what is wrong with me, it's really ridiculous." ”

"Presumptuous!" the white-robed priest shouted angrily at the academy guards who were maintaining order around him, "Desecrate the temple, take it down for me!"

"Yes!"

The two guards immediately came out of the ranks, holding bronze jade spears, and walked towards the little girl, looking at the momentum, I was afraid that the little girl was going to lose her admission qualifications.

Mo Xuan moved slightly, his body was secretly tense, if he just drove this girl away, he couldn't just watch it, if he really wanted to hurt someone, he couldn't just watch it.

"Wait!"

A slightly rough voice came from the door of the training camp, and the white-robed priest looked back and saw a burly man who was more than two meters tall, wearing ornaments made of bone fragments, walking out naked.

This strong man was covered in muscle bumps and hard under the noon sun, shining with a dark light, full of strength.

"The little doll just tells a few words of truth, so why bother!" the strong man smiled on his neck, and a thick necklace of broken bones hung on it, making a loud noise.

Mo Xuan glanced at the strong man, smiled slightly, and finally met an acquaintance after two days of coming.

He knew the strong man, but the strong man didn't know Mo Xuan.

Before entering the college, the training camp is guided by special teachers.

This tall and strong man was one of the teachers who guided the new students in his previous life, with a rough and bold personality, informal, fair and just, and treated equally, and was loved by many civilian students.

With him there, the little girl would definitely not be harmed.

Mo Xuan retracted his body and gently retreated the half step he had taken.

The strong man seemed to be aware of it, his eyes raised slightly, and he inadvertently glanced at Mo Xuan's feet, glanced at Mo Xuan again, and took his gaze back.

"Little doll, what's your name?" the strong man ignored the gloomy and uncertain face of the white-robed priest and walked straight to the little girl. The tall figure blocked the little girl tightly.

The girl didn't seem to care that the strong man had relieved herself just now, and she still had no expression.

"Single-mindedness. ”

As soon as this name came out, the strong man was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, "It turns out that the Gonggong girl invited by the dean at the expense of thousands of miles is actually you!"

Hearing this name, even Mo Xuan couldn't help but look at it twice.

In the academy of previous lives, there has always been a legend of a casting genius, and that genius is a member of the Gonggong clan.

The Gonggong people are the remnants of antiquity.

Different from the perception of the Gonggong clan in later generations, in this era, the Gonggong clan is a group with a habit that is known to the whole world.

Dig for the best smelting materials and ores!

Legend has it that the Gonggong received a kind of divine fire from the gods, and an extremely skilled smelting technique, which allowed them to craft many strange tools out of bronze. As the smelting techniques became more and more sophisticated, the god-level tools created by the Gonggong clan also required more and more rare and valuable mineral materials to succeed.

So they gradually abandoned bronze in favor of a better alternative—the huge pillars of heaven that once supported the earth and the sky, and the essence of the rocks in the body of the mountain.

It is this essence that has brought the smelting skills of the Gonggong people to a new level, and many ingenious magical tools have been manufactured.

The crazy Gonggong people began to frantically mine the Buzhou Rock Spirit, and finally dug up the Buzhou Mountain, which led to the famous flood that later raged and destroyed the lives of the people.

The Gonggong people who made a big mistake gradually disappeared from the earth during the period of Dayu's flood control, and no one knew where they went.

Only a few of the remnants of the Gonggong joined the team to control the water, and later scattered among other tribes and Fang Kingdoms, telling the world that this magical race once existed in the world realm.

Speaking of which, it is a bit like the dwarf clan that Mo Xuan heard about in Western fantasy stories in his later life.

This name is a slightly cold and strange idiom for the alien race, and it is the casting genius I heard of in my previous life, the remnant of the Gonggong clan.

It is rumored that this genius has a cold temperament, sharp and tricky words, and on many occasions his words are straightforward, not saving face. I didn't expect to see it on the first day of school today, and it was really such a personality.

"Let's go, you have heard what Master Li Si said, this admission is a great omen, I can't say that I am in a bad mood, so that none of you can finish your studies!" The strong man smiled magnified, lifted the guards in front of the training camp like a chicken, and led many students who registered for school to enter the gate of the training camp.

The white-robed priest named Li Si didn't want to say more to the strong man, and when he heard the name of Zhuyiyu, he didn't dare to go against the dean.

......

As soon as Mo Xuan and the other students entered the gate of the training camp, they were taken by the strong man to the grass in front of the attic of the House House.

"After entering the gate of the training camp, it will be a month before I think of going out again!" the strong man's bell-like voice echoed through the camp, "Whether you enter the top academy Jinao Academy Palace to practice the top-grade immortal art strategy! Or go home and be your bullshit nobleman, it all depends on your attitude and ability this month!"

"My name is Baxiang, if you have any questions, just come to me!" Baxiang waved his hand and pointed to the academy residence on the second floor in the back, "Give you a missed time, find your own residence, put away your clothes and money, and come back here to gather! Go ahead! Don't blame me for not showing mercy to you if I'm late!"

After saying that, these children of the nobility who lived in a group for the first time were a little stunned, and a few commoner children who were extremely talented and were allowed to enter the training camp quickly set off to find their own houses.

Mo Xuan turned his head and walked towards the courtyard of the house with his clothes, and the time for a leak was not very long, only about thirty minutes.

The Shang Dynasty's method of timekeeping was very special, using a long cylindrical bronze utensil, filled with water, and floating a wooden ruler with a scale.

There is a small leaky mouth underneath the water-filled bronze vessel, and as the water level in the bronze vessel drops, the scale of the wooden ruler continues to drop.

Most of the time, only the royal court or the homes of the nobles are qualified to use water leaks for advanced timekeeping gadgets, and ordinary people's homes still look at the position of the sun to calculate the time.

In the square at the entrance of the training camp house, there is a water leak, which is leaking down. The waiter in charge of irrigation stood by and waited for the teacher to time it, and hurriedly poured water into the bronze utensils.

By the time these noble children in the square found that there were no attendants to lead them to the residence, Mo Xuan had already found his own residence.

It's a little remote, but it's quiet and tidy, and the bamboo loft is not only sturdy, but also elegant and beautiful, making it ideal for living and cultivating.

Mo Xuan entered the attic and found that there were three bedrooms in the attic, one of which was closed, and the remaining two were empty, so he should be left to choose one of his own.

Then, there was a sound of pots and pans crashing in the courtyard of the House House, and Mo Xuan looked around, and a young man with short red hair, not tall, but his exposed muscles were very strong, and he was sweating profusely carrying a half-human-tall burden, and moved into the courtyard with difficulty.

As a roommate, Mo Xuan naturally wanted to have a good relationship with the neighborhood, so he put down a few of his clothes and went out to help the red-haired boy who could barely carry the burden to share a few bronze cooking utensils, in exchange for the young man's warm and grateful eyes.

He panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Thank you...... Thank you!"

Mo Xuan didn't recognize this young man, and he didn't have anything to do with him in his previous life.

"You're welcome, my name is Mo Xuan, and I just moved in. ”

The red-haired boy struggled up the attic steps with a large bag of clothes and utensils, and the two dragged their baggage to the remaining empty bedroom.

"My name is Ziyu!

The young man was excited and enthusiastic, and as soon as he settled down, he took out two corn flatbreads wrapped in cloth from his baggage, broke them half of them to Mo Xuan, and said, "Come on! Try the corn cakes that my mother made overnight, they are fragrant!"

With a look of enthusiasm and anticipation, Mo Xuan smiled slightly, unceremoniously, took the corn cake and took a bite of it.

"How's it going?!Delicious, isn't it?!"

The red-haired boy looked happy, sat down on his own, took out a sheepskin bag, nibbled on a large mouthful of corn cakes, and poured water with a bang.

Mo Xuan knew at a glance that this kind of people who brought their own dry food were generally the children of ordinary people.

During the Yin Shang period, the people were basically divided into three classes: nobles, commoners, and slaves. Most of the common people of this period were craftsmen, yeoman farmers, fishermen and hunters, and they were basically dependent on the big cities.

Although the common class did not have the life of a slave who would die of overwork or be slaughtered and buried alive as a sacrifice, it had nothing to do with things like fine clothes and food.

However, in Mo Xuan's eyes, the concept of later generations has been deeply imprinted in his mind, everyone is equal, there is no distinction between nobles and commoners, and he doesn't care what Zi Yu's identity is.

"Hurry up and eat, it's time to go to the gathering when you're done. Mo Xuan finished nibbling the cake in a few bites, took Ziyu's sheepskin bag and poured two bites. Not to mention, this corn cake is really much better than the one in the post house before.

With only these few actions, the two quickly became familiar with each other, and Ziyu asked curiously while cleaning up the house: "Look at your collar and cuff decorations, are you a nobleman?"

Mo Xuan waved his hand, "What aristocrat, after entering the academy, everyone is the same." ”

"Yes!" Zi Yu said with a face full of hope: "If I can be selected into the training camp, I must work hard to become a character like Yi Yin in the future, and let my mother also live a good life!"

Because of the entire history of the Shang Dynasty of the Knowing Dao, plus the memories of the previous life, Mo Xuan knew who Yi Yin was talking about - the god of food and wisdom who was currently worshipped by the Yin Shang.

This is a god man who struggled from a cooking slave to the position of prime minister in the Shang Dynasty. However, what he said is still quoted by political leaders from all over the world in the modern world: Governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh.

Mo Xuan looked at Zi Yu's innocent and hopeful eyes, and he was also infected by his emotions and smiled.

To have such sincerity and filial piety, he must be a good boy.

"By the way, I heard that a house can accommodate three people, and there is another, why haven't you come yet?" Zi Yu finished cleaning up and looked in the attic.

Mo Xuan glanced at the closed door at the back of the room, and glanced at Chao Zi in vain, "I guess he's already in the house." ”

"Ha!" Zi laughed and said, "Then let's go and see who this person is!"

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Mo Xuan and the two walked into the closed room with light feet, and listened slightly.

Sure enough, there was a slight noise coming from inside the house, and someone must be inside.

"Shhhh Zi Delusion smiled mischievously, and secretly pushed towards the door, and the door was pushed open a crack, just enough for the two of them to stretch their heads out and look into the door.

At this glance, the shocking scene in the house suddenly made both of them stunned.

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