red and white

It was the first time Anping saw Muge slumped, and before he had time to gloat over his misfortune, he suddenly felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, which made him cry out in pain, and rolled off the sofa.

Then he was thrown awake.

It took Anping a long time to realize that this was his family's home theater.He fell asleep watching the movie—and spent months in his dreams.

I didn't starve to death?Anping took out his mobile phone in a daze, and looked at the date. In reality, it was less than a day.

He slept for more than ten hours, and it was already the next morning.

Anping sat there in a daze for a while, then suddenly realized, let out a scream, school starts today!Not only was he going to be late, he also didn't write a single word of his homework!

For high school students, Tiandadi University has the most work, Anping immediately ignored the confusion in his dreams, washed his face in a hurry, grabbed his schoolbag and rushed to the door, and took a taxi at the door, trying to make up for it all the way. his homework.When he finally arrived at the school, it was already the second class break.

"Why did you come here?" The deskmate started howling when he saw him, "The whole class didn't write the last set of papers, so they just waited for you to come. Are you worthy of your parents?"

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Anping squeezed his schoolbag into the desk drawer, "Where's Lao Ban? I'm so late, I'm afraid I will be scolded bloody."

"The head teacher is not coming to check the class today." The tablemate turned to the last row and pouted, "Then who is here?"

Anping was startled, then turned his head abruptly, and saw Mu Gesheng sitting on the window seat, chatting cheerfully with a female student.As if noticing Anping's gaze, Mu Gesheng turned his head and winked at him.

"Damn it! Was he looking at you just now?!" The deskmate was terrified, "He didn't go to bed as soon as he came today? Also, when did he have such a good relationship with the class representative?"

It was only then that Anping noticed that the girl at Mugesheng's desk was actually a class representative who hadn't come to class for a long time, "The class representative recovered?"

"It is said that she recovered from her illness. Yesterday, it was rumored that she was insane in the class. She had to stay in the hospital for observation for a while, but she didn't want to stay in the hospital, so she decided to come to school. Her parents sent her here today. I saw her in the cafeteria. Her parents accompanied her to have breakfast." The tablemate sighed, "These are real parents, and I probably sent them to pay for the phone bill."

Anping looked at the face of the class representative, the girl was in good spirits, Mu Gesheng seemed to have told some joke, and the amused person giggled.

The original class representative was a hard-working person with a very quiet personality, but now he does look a lot more lively than before.

After a serious illness, the sick person and the outsider probably understood a lot of things. Waiting for a long time before the bed, and finally waiting for the moment when the daughter opened her eyes, may have been more worthwhile than anything else.

"Hey, but I didn't find that who was so easy to talk to before." The deskmate whispered: "He usually doesn't come to class, and it's rare that he sleeps in the last row in the last row, so it's very difficult to mess with. Not today I know what medicine I took wrong... Fuck, did you see that he just smiled? Isn't this too fucking handsome?!"

Anping was speechless, thinking that you were deceived by appearances, and this person is an old and disrespectful wolf with a big tail.He was slandering, but suddenly felt a silence around him, looked up and found that Mu Gesheng was standing in front of him at some point, with a pleasant expression on his face, "How is your body?"

The deskmate covered his mouth and made a breathy sound as if he was choking his throat.

"It's okay, I didn't have breakfast, I'm a little hungry." Anping didn't know what to say for a while, and said carefully: "I got up late, I had a dream all night."

"How can I do that, you can't be hungry at this age." Mu Gesheng said: "Let's go, I invite you to eat."

Before the words were finished, the class bell rang, and the man ignored the physics teacher who had just entered the class, and walked out grandiosely.

"...Student committee, I know your family is rich, but I am shallow, and I underestimated the imagination of rich people." The deskmate looked at him in horror and admiration, and lowered his voice: "You actually accepted Mu Gesheng as a Little brother?"

Anping: I beg you, please don't make up your mind.

He really wanted to ask Mu Gesheng a lot, and he fidgeted for a while, but couldn't help it, so he slipped out of the class on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

Mu Gesheng was carrying a thermos cup, and was collecting water at the end of the corridor. Hearing his footsteps, he said casually, "It's the cold winter, and the clothes of a high school in the city are so thin that people can freeze to death. It's better to be young."

Anping understood what this person meant with one sentence, and said in surprise, "You know that I know?"

"An Ping'er, you said that, you are learning tongue twisters." Mu Gesheng unpacked a bag of wolfberry and put it in a thermos, "One night is not short, what did you dream about?"

It was inconvenient to talk in the corridor, so Anping followed Mu Gesheng to the rooftop, roughly telling what happened in the dream.Listening to Anping's narration, Mu Gesheng chuckled from time to time.

"You know how much flowers fall in your dreams." Mu Gesheng leaned on the railing, unscrewed the thermos cup, and the heat filled the air, "You know a lot about the ampoule, how do you feel?"

"I can't tell." Anping was silent for a moment, and said, "Why did I have this dream?"

"Back then when the situation was urgent during Santu, you tasted my blood." Mu Gesheng said: "Blood is the medium, so it is not surprising that you obtained my memory from it."

"Did you do it on purpose?" Anping had already seen Mu Gesheng's skills, and it was not difficult to get out of trouble during the three trips. It shouldn't be a problem to bring him an extra rookie, and there was no need to feed him blood at all.

But he couldn't think of the reason why Mu Gesheng did this. He is an ordinary rich second generation, and his homework alone is enough to kill him every day. Is there any reason why he can be favored by the old man?

"Oh yes, Amping, you haven't dreamed of that place yet." Mu Gesheng held the thermos and blew on the heat, "Actually, I died once."

Anping was stunned.

"I'm sure you already know that everyone in the dream is related to one existence, which we call the 'Seven Schools of Philosophy'."

"You might as well think of it as a kind of inheritance. Thousands of years ago, seven types of people gathered together and established an organization that survived the vicissitudes of life. Some of these seven types of people are families, some are sects, or It is a master-student who is passed down in a single line, and each category is a family, and the head of the family is in charge of the sons, so it is called "the seven families of the sons."

"An Ping'er, you have already seen four masters in your dream—the Chai family of the Yao family, Chai Shuxin, who is in charge of the Lingshuzi; the Song family of the Mo family, Song Wentong, who is in charge of the Mozi; and the Yinyang family. Wu Zixu, Wu Clan, is in charge of Wuchang Zi. Four of the seven families are family inheritance, Chai Clan, Song Clan, and Wu Clan are three of them."

"I already know these three families." Anping thought for a while, and said, "You said that I have met four masters, and there is one more?"

"Have you met my master?" Mu Gesheng laughed, "He is a fortune teller."

"God's fortune?"

"Under the Tiansu sect, there is a single lineage in the past, and there will be no more than three disciples. Once the successor is determined, everyone else must withdraw from the sect." Mu Gesheng said: "Because the number of people is small, one person is a family. Collectively referred to by titles such as 'Tian Suanjia', Tian Suanzi is a Tian Suanjia."

Anping thought for a moment, and said: "There is one thing I have always wanted to ask, what are the so-called seven schools of thought?"

Mu Gesheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "That's right, no wonder you don't know, you probably only saw us fighting in your dream."

An Ping said what was going on, besides fighting, there were trivial things like eating, drinking and messing around.

"There are seven schools of thought, each of which has its own specialties - the medicine school specializes in silver needles and medicine stones, with excellent medical skills, which can kill human flesh and bones; The body of the underworld can control gods and ghosts, and travel between yin and yang. As for the sky operator, as the name suggests, it is a fortune teller."

The last one was too hasty, Anping couldn't help asking: "Fortune teller?"

"The sky is the sky, and Tian Suanzi has passed down 49 mountain ghost spending money from generation to generation. It is the destiny." Mu Gesheng said: "Historical records show that Zhongshan ghost spending money only appeared in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, but the mountain ghost in Tian Suanzi's hand The source of money spent by ghosts can be traced back to ancient times. My master said that it was made by Fuxi himself, I don’t know if he is bragging.”

The amount of information is too much, and it is said from Mu Gesheng's mouth, no matter how you look at it, it seems that this person is talking about it.But what Anping has experienced in the past few days is really understandable, his thoughts are completely immersed in it, and he has an inexplicable intuition that although Mu Gesheng looks calm, at this moment, what this person is telling is the truth .

"Heaven fortune teller, fortune teller?"

"That's right, the seven families of philosophers, headed by Tian Suanzi. In ancient times, the three emperors and five emperors passed away one after another. Some saints had a premonition that the world would change, so they called like-minded people to follow the destiny to rectify the righteous way. This is the original seven schools of thought. The sage in his life is the first generation of fortune tellers. The 49 mountain ghosts in his hands can be counted as destiny. The seven families take the destiny as their purpose, make decisions at important moments, and guide the world. Every time the country changes hands and the world changes suddenly, there are seven shadows behind it."

Anping couldn't believe it, "Is it really so accurate?"

Mu Gesheng took out a handful of change, "Do you want to calculate how many points you can get in the college entrance examination?"

Anping immediately changed his words: "I believe it."

After digesting the information in his mind for a while, he asked, "I've only seen four so far, what about the remaining three?"

"The Zhu family is also inherited from the Zhu family. The head of the family is in charge of Xingxiuzi. He is of the blood of the Suzaku, and he is probably considered an immortal; Half Immortal; the last one is Rakshazi, who will not come out of a chaotic world, has no inheritance, and is randomly generated." Mu Gesheng said roughly, "You will see when you go back and sleep a little more."

Anping memorized the power distribution like a game guide, and suddenly remembered something, "Wait a minute, what did you just say? You died once?" He reacted belatedly, even though he already knew Mu Gesheng is an old man, and he still has goose bumps all over his body.

"It's a recollection." Mu Gesheng looked at him with a half-smile, "That's right, or to put it in a more accurate way - I'm a dead person."