technical type

There is a lot of luck involved in this option every time. The final fate of the same two examination works may be completely different, just like the paintings of a famous artist, some are lost in history, no one knows, no one gets it. See, some can be handed down to future generations and become world-famous masterpieces.

What is the difference between the two works?It can't be said that the content is different.

"It's a pity, I can't add some luck to the work here, otherwise..."

Ji Mo had some difficulty in choosing. After a while, he finally made a decision. He directly clicked on a location. It was the capital of a country with a long history and an important place of contention. Unfortunately, all these were not worth meeting. A foolish king strengthened the enemy's attack, and finally became a semi-abandoned city.

I don't know if it will be able to reappear in the future, but... Ji Mo hid that book in the treasure house of the imperial palace. The treasure house has been searched and emptied. Maybe someone will find the leak, and maybe they will find what he has hidden. that book.

After thinking about it this way, I couldn't help but smile, it might be worth looking forward to.

[Please select the time, 50 years, 100 years, 200 years, 500 years...]

"50."

After making the choice, the body is no longer bound, fluttering, rising continuously, as if there is a suction that goes straight to the top, Ji Mo "bows his head", as if he can still see himself standing under the stars His body, like a cicada's slough, stuck to the tree, seemed to be alive or dead.

Looking at Xinghuang from such an angle, the perception is completely different. The sky is below me, the stars are in front of my eyes, looking down at the tree full of stars, shining brilliance, if I look back, what am I looking at, and what is looking at me?

There seemed to be a little shaking in the spirit and trance, and when I felt it again, I heard some gossip.

"Sure enough, it won't last long."

"Where did you think..."

"I'm afraid the priest has already expected it?"

"I didn't expect to be able to do this, only at this price..."

Ji Mo couldn't understand what was being said intermittently, and he was a little anxious, did his actions achieve the desired results?

or……

A force binds him, and even the height rise and fall are all under the control of that force, Ji Mo can't get rid of it, he can only look at it passively, but his sight can't penetrate the tree and stars , can't get past the starry canopy, and can't see everything below.

It seems to be 50 years later when we can see it again.

Ji Mo has already arrived at the side of his work. The door of the quiet hall is open, as if waiting for visitors from all directions. In fact, looking at the dilapidated door, I am afraid that this place has been abandoned for a long time.

He hid the book behind a stone brick. Because he wanted to pass on knowledge, he thought of placing the book on the bright side. However, the paper is fragile and thin, and if someone who doesn't understand it easily takes it to give birth Fire, always ruined.

It's better to hide it a little bit, so that even if the person who finds it can't understand it, they should know that what is hidden is a good thing, and then go to someone who understands to collect it, so that the pearl will not be secretly cast.

The only thing to worry about is writing. There are many countries in foreign lands. It is impossible for Ji Mo to spend all his years in foreign lands learning foreign languages. Therefore, he only learned two kinds. This book uses one of them, not the native language. , if no one knows, it will add another layer of trouble.

However, there is no need to worry too much, hidden secrets are always more provocative to explore, just like hidden treasures are more attractive, there will always be people who will work hard to find translations, in order to spread the word, to attract people's attention, Ji Mo The opening sentence is clear, and the first sentence is extremely sensational, and I think some people will like it.

Thinking of this, Ji Mo glanced at the wall.

In order to store and keep secrets, this palace treasure house has an ordinary hall structure on the surface, complete with doors and windows, but in fact, it is sealed on three sides inside, leaving only one door for people to enter and exit.

The brick that Ji Mo pried open was on the side facing the door, in a position that was neither high nor low. He didn't want people to notice it at a glance, and he didn't want to hide it too deep. Ordinary appearance.

Fifty years of dust, the disguise was not particularly intentional, but it became perfect due to time. If Ji Mo didn't know where the book was hidden, at a glance, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be able to see which brick was wrong.

Could this be hiding too deep?No one noticed it for 50 years.

However, isn't this practice of picking out a brick and hiding it behind a brick very common?There shouldn't be anyone who didn't find out!

Furthermore, if these high-quality blue bricks are abandoned in this place, someone should come here to dismantle and steal them. Ancient building materials are far from being reduced to garbage, and waste utilization is what it should be.

how……

The empty room, the open door, the dazzling white sunlight can be seen outside, it should be noon, the temperature outside should be very high, and you can see the wilting green leaves lying on the side of the weedy road. A figure came from outside, and the black contrasted with the sunlight made him look ominous. He dragged his slow steps and walked to the entrance of the hall step by step.

As he got closer, he could see that he was still clinging to a wooden stick that was longer than his shoulders. As a support, he dragged one leg, slowly crossed the threshold, and came to the relatively cool room.

Before going deep, I sat down on the threshold, facing the sunlight outside, and facing the room with my back.

The interior is not very dark. When the treasure house was looted, it had already been damaged. The brick walls on both sides were not full, and some holes let the sunlight from outside leak in. Above the head, there were many bricks and tiles that were incomplete. There are still fragments of broken tiles on the spot, and there are still unknown pinches of dust.

Looking up, you can occasionally see birds passing by here, unwilling to stay, but they will also leave feces as a sign of this visit.

The seeds hidden in the feces, rooted in the fine dust, are malnourished, but grow tenaciously, trying to stretch the green leaves in the sun, becoming the biggest vitality in this hall.

The person sitting on the threshold, his white hair is not pure, mixed with a lot of gray and black, and his clothes may be the old clothes, but now he looks sloppy, the fluffy dying sticky is blackened, and he can't distinguish clearly Patterned color clothes are more like a tatter.

The hunched back is very old, and he can only look at the sunshine that does not belong to him, and dare not share it.

The distance was not very far, Ji Mo went around and saw the face of the old man, he was not someone he knew, maybe he was from this hometown, and for some reason he never left here.

The children's laughter came from outside the wall, and soon, it was approaching. Even the warm sunlight could not block the children's play and frolicking. Ji Mo frowned slightly. Compared with the fire, it might be the children who were more terrifying.

"Look, that crazy old man!"

The shrill voice was full of excitement, as if he had discovered a new continent, and then, stones were thrown over. Ji Mo saw those children staying at a safe distance far away, and kept throwing things over. He fell on the old man's body, and the old man, who had been dozing off, woke up in pain. He looked in the direction of the stone, stood up, panting with anger, and waved his stick as if about to hit the children.

"Run, he's up, run!"

"Come on, come after me, crazy old man, hurry up!"

"Smack his head, hit him..."

Several children ran away for a certain distance, and when they saw that the old man stopped chasing, they turned around and laughed provocatively, and took the opportunity to pick up stones and hit him again.

I don't know who threw the stone, it was very accurate, one piece hit the old man's forehead, blood flowed out immediately, the old man paused his attack in pain, those children seemed to have won the battle, they became more and more energetic, the stones around Too much, so I threw some clods over...

The old man has poor legs and cannot run far, but his long stick is very effective, waving the crazy magic stick technique, scaring the children and driving them away, so that they can get their own share of peace.

Ji Mo couldn't leave the hall at the farthest distance, and could only look at the besieged old man like a toy being played for fun. His face was covered with blood, coupled with the innocent laughter of those children, a strange sense of cruelty rushed over his face .

Almost suffocating.

How could there be such a bear kid?

Maybe they don't have many bad intentions, just for fun, but this kind of play...

"Sure enough, I still don't like children at all."

The kind of cruelty that takes human life without feeling wrong is inherently so, making people disgusted.

Ji Mo didn't know this old man before, so he didn't know whether he was good or bad in the past, but just looking at such a scene, no normal person would think that those children did right.

Fortunately, this "fighting lunatic" activity did not last long, and the children's interest quickly shifted to other games and explored in other places.

The old man who had regained his tranquility moved back step by step to the edge of the threshold and sat down. The blood on his head had stopped flowing, and there should be more than one black and red scab. Scars that fade slowly.

"Who are you? Why are you here? Are you from this country? Or from the royal family? What are you doing here?"

Ji Mo asked softly.

The sound dissipated with the wind, and the old man would not hear it.

Ji Mo in the exam is like a product of another time and space, unable to communicate with others normally, can only watch, watching this scene that is destined to happen in the future, all the sorrows and joys cannot be perceived by these "protagonists" .

It also seems to be watching in the form of a ghost, watching all the things that happened next to the works I left behind.

They won't know him, and he won't know them. Strangers who don't know their origins or their lives, passing by, staying at this moment, become the "drama" in his eyes, either surprised or admired or regretted or lamented , all his emotions could not be known by them, and likewise, they never expected him to watch what they performed passionately.

It's like two parallel lines, or you can see what the person on the opposite side is doing when they intersect, but what does it matter?

"Experience time in person, watch works decay in time, the meaning of the exam, is it practice? Is it verification? Or let people understand the impermanence of all this?"