technical type

[Please select an exam work. 】

There is almost no room for selection in the examination works, only books, no way, and even books are not as good, some knowledge is difficult to present in the form of words, and thus passed on.

The books written by Ji Mo are numbered "1, 2, 3, 4..." in order, and they are numbered completely in the order in which they were written. In terms of content, it can be said that there is a connection, and it can also be said that There is no connection, each book is simply one or two knowledge points, so scattered like stars, they are preserved everywhere they pass.

Sometimes, when browsing other books in the bookstore, by the way, add a book written by myself. The bookstore uses books as commodities. , but as long as it can be sold for money, as long as it is still a book, it will not be discarded in vain. Whether it is sold or given away, it can always be passed on to others in the future.

Ji Mo also thought of a way to pay some people to copy his own books. He didn't expect those copied books to be sold. He only hoped that during the copying process, these smart scholars could record some knowledge from them. If it is useful in the future, it can be regarded as inheritance.

However, this possibility is indeed too small, and the technique of physiognomy is really not suitable for self-study.

However, there are still benefits to this attempt. Seeing that the transcribed books are also presented in the selection of "examination works", Ji Mo's eyes lit up. It would be great if he had thought of this method earlier. Millions of people have copied it, and every household has a copy, which increases the possibility of it being preserved in future generations. Unfortunately, this experiment was carried out a little late, and now I understand that I can only wait for the next time.

After thinking about it this way, Ji Mo reflected on himself again. Even if this method can be successful, it is still a trick, and it should not be advocated. For many things, it is better to rely on yourself in a down-to-earth manner.

As he thought about it, he still clicked on the set of books that he had written by himself.

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

"50."

"Let me see how unlucky I should be."

"There's another question. If you really can't make it through this borrowing, is there still one day given by the system to deal with the funeral?"

With this in mind, the soul seems to be more lively when it leaves the body, trying to look down, overlooking all kinds of hazy things on the ground, the physicist also has the skill of phase, and what he sees on weekdays is at most Standing on the peak and looking down, the sea of ​​clouds is vast, and what you can see is limited, mostly blocked by trees.

Looking at it at this time, it is an aerial bird's-eye view, and a sense of vastness and atmosphere rushes over us. Those terrains are winding, the cangfeng protrudes, and there are more thatched houses dotted with stars on the mountain, and further away, those star-studded villages, Those people the size of ants, those...

Soon, the soul was descending, as if the human voice was heard again.

"It was fine yesterday, why is it so sudden?"

"You will know in the future, which physiognomist can die well, and death from this kind of illness is considered a blessing."

"The most rare thing is to die decently, and still have the whole body."

"Ok, ok, go away quickly, don't gather here - hey, no, come back, and let you see the place of Xiangdi."

"If a person dies with his head facing east, where is the benefit?"

Mr.'s question is such a familiar sentence pattern that Ji Mo is a little speechless. As expected, he should be the one who died, and he even made a guest appearance as a teaching aid?

There was nothing to protest, the scene in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar, before he could look at it for a while, he changed the location as if in a flash, this time it was his room.

—the former room.

If you take a closer look, you can't see how much the landscape has changed after 50 years, but you can see where the book is placed, together with the books I once liked to read, on the shelf. In addition to other people living in, the layout of the house has changed a lot.

"Tell me about you, what do you do when you go back to your room early every day, come on, come on, let's go out and eat something good."

Someone said, and they wanted to pull away the person who pushed the door.

"You go, I have always had a bad appetite."

The man said so, unmoved, obviously thin and thin, but still able to stand firm and not be dragged away by the other party.

The age of the two people is about eleven or twelve years old. They should be disciples of Tianji Pavilion, not reserve disciples.

But, why are you here?

Here, it's down the mountain!

"Is there anyone who doesn't like delicious food? Let's go, if you are a brother, go together!"

The bright-eyed boy at the back said so, and used a little more strength, and the boy at the door here also used a little more strength, holding his fingers on the door frame, refusing to move, "Then it's not brothers, you go, I'm not Brother, don't drag me!"

While standing firmly, not to be dragged away, he firmly and categorically denied the title of "brother".

The person behind him tugged for a while, but couldn't move, a little annoyed, blushed and said: "Okay, you, you don't think so much about our brotherhood!"

He threw away his hand, looked very angry, and said, "Then I will never be your brother again!"

After that, he turned around and ran away.

It looked very angry, but the young man who was holding the door didn't seem to feel anything, his face was so calm that he didn't waver, he brushed his clothes, stretched his sleeves, and said calmly: "It can be concluded from this matter Whether it is a brother or not, it is not a good thing, and it is not a brother in the first place, so what kind of brotherhood is there."

His words were too cold, but they could be understood by Ji Mo.

Ever since I found out that there is a way to borrow luck, I feel that whoever treats me well has other plans, and whoever gets closer to me feels that maybe it is a conspiracy. If the other party takes a step closer, this side has to take a step back. Just keep a safe enough distance.

If this is still the Tianji Pavilion and these disciples are still the disciples of the Tianji Pavilion, then there is absolutely nothing wrong with the young man doing this, it is a normal social distance, and the young man is a little too enthusiastic.

Thinking about it, the boy had already entered the room, came to the bookshelf, lingered for a while, took out a book from it, turned around and went to the desk to read it slowly...

[Please select the time, 100 years, 200 years, 500 years, 1000 years...]

"100."

The last time point was passed without incident, and the system of Tianji Pavilion seems to be the same as before, the difference is that now there are more interns like teenagers around Mr., like teaching assistants, who have taken over the teaching of the reserve disciples Literacy courses.

In this way, you can reduce the burden on the teacher and make teaching easier.

"So, Mr. Tianji Pavilion, it is actually a very good job."

"No, it should be said that teachers have been a good profession throughout the ages."

This time, Ji Mo was in a thatched cottage in Tianji Pavilion on the mountain. This was the thatched cottage he used to live in, but the thatched grass on it had obviously been replaced more than once, but the earthen walls and the old old The furniture seems to be able to see the shadow of the past.

"There is actually another one here."

In one sentence, a hand came in, and Ji Mo subconsciously avoided it, and he avoided himself directly outside the wall. When he had to come in again, he saw a somewhat familiar face coming out of the cabinet. The book hidden by Ji Mo was taken out from the interlayer.

The book is already a bit old, the yellowed paper seems to be a little more brittle, and it rattles when it is flipped. The middle-aged man flipped it calmly, and after quickly reading the contents, he sighed softly: "There is no benefit. place."

Obviously, for a middle-aged man, the knowledge in the book is already mastered by him, and there is no need to read it again. Ji Mo looked at him curiously. Although it is embarrassing that the knowledge he wrote is not so advanced, it is true. It's a fact, and there's nothing wrong with admitting it, but the other party's reaction is really hurtful.

At any rate, I expressed some surprise at the location where the book is hidden, but it’s really not good, it’s good to wonder why the book is hidden here!

There is no expression on his face at all, this kind of appearance... the appearance of the young man at the last time point seems to overlap with this middle-aged man. Looking closely, there are indeed similarities in facial features, but how is this possible!

50 years have passed, is the other party still alive? ——Ahem, although it's a bit impolite, there are very few fortune tellers who live to old age. Could it be that the brother's plan has come true, and this is the line passed down by the brother?

No, no, even if you can live for that long, how can you "maintain your youth"?Even if he was ten years old back then, he should be 60 years old now. How could he still look like [-] or [-] years old? Is this the legendary "well-maintained"?

I always feel that it is not that simple.

The middle-aged man didn't know that there was an invisible soul watching him in the cracks of time. He put the book back into the interlayer as it was, and didn't even replace the fireproof tissue paper that wrapped it. It means to take the book away.

Afterwards, the middle-aged man walked out of the room and did not stay in the room for a long time. Ji Mo walked out of the room following his footsteps, and saw the scene outside. The thatched cottage is still thatched cottage, but many thatched cottages are deserted. What's the matter? What's the matter?

Tianji Pavilion was finally banned, or did some major population reduction happen?

It can't be that big of a change!

Ji Mo is still thinking, the middle-aged man has already joined a few people, and the clothes of those people are nothing special, some of them look like scholars, but some are wearing straw sandals and short jackets, and their behavior does not seem to be uninformed of farmers.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see here anymore." The middle-aged man said this before leaving.

"Let me just say, there must be nothing to see in this old site——I really didn't expect that the original Tianji Pavilion would be like this!"

Among them, the scribes are still young, and they speak too much, and they actually have some feelings of contempt that they don't know.

The middle-aged man walked out first without saying anything, and Ji Mo couldn't follow. He watched them disappear before his eyes. Soon, he heard a scream, which seemed to be the rolling cry of falling off a cliff, as if it was the speaking scribe. , so...hehe.