It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 34 [Qingming Festival] Hundred Schools of Thought·Xu Zhi (Festival Extra)
People will have their own unspeakable regrets in this life.

Every time I place a handful of white chrysanthemums on the tombstone in the cemetery, I always think of my father’s final words.

My grandfather.

Live without people, dead without corpses.

A rainy night.

I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I was wrapped in the quilt in a daze, and even my little breasts curled up on the quilt were woken up by me.

It meowed, its fluorescent green eyes staring at me dimly.

"Xu Zhi?"

I think I'm about to fall asleep.

How can a cat talk?
"Can't you remember me?" The soft voice from the cat's throat sounded again.

I barely opened my eyelids, and suddenly, a pair of furry orange claws came to my face.

"Why are you so forgetful? Didn't you tell me that you wanted to show me your world?"

I jumped out of bed with excitement.

Xiaomi, this orange cat, can it really talk? !These words still have a flavor of vernacular writing.

While I was shocked, Xiaomi jumped to the window, slipped inside the blue and white curtains, and scratched the iron screen with her paws.

It jumped back onto my bed dejectedly, "It's dark here and you can't see anything. Just go back with me and see my predecessors."

It says it.

I quickly fell into a void.

Until now.

I haven't recalled the clouds and moon in my dream that day for a long time. Everything seems to be just a chaotic and mottled shadow in my memory.

Yeah, how could a cat talk?
But from then on, I started dreaming about strange silhouettes.

Some people stand far away from the mountains and rivers, with mountains and rivers outlined all over their bodies; some people hold a small boat and move forward in the surging water; some people see nothing, floating in the vastness beyond the world.

In the era when a hundred schools of thought contended, they gathered together to form rivers and mountains, and their theories and thoughts formed China.

In the profound dream, the turbulent Yellow River rushes from a distance with unstoppable momentum.

Behind me were high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete, and the rumbling sound of water covered all conversations.

I saw a lean, energetic old man suddenly standing on the other side of the bank quite far away from me, followed by a young man in white.

The old man is dressed in black, and the young man is dressed in white.The black and white are like a chess game, vertical and horizontal.

I am quite proud of my dreams - I can remember all the stories that happened in my dreams.

The old man stepped straight to the edge of the river bank. It was a vertical cliff of more than ten meters, with the raging Yellow River below.

He scared me so much that I screamed.

Every time the old man took a step forward, a suspended stone support was steadily generated.

The old man waved to me.

I embarked on this road by accident.

Between the stone stairs, I came face to face with the two of them, both of them looked as if they were gods.

The moment I looked up, the young man in white took the lead in introducing me to the Taoist and fairy-like teacher in front of him.

"Master Xuan Weizi."

Xuanwei, Xuanwei.

I thought about it, and the old man was very close to me at this time. He had four black moles on his forehead, which were like ghosts.

A surge of electricity surged through the body.

He hides from the world and puts the world into a chess game.His disciples became generals and prime ministers. Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Pang Juan and Sun Bin all came from Guigu's sect.

His students influenced the survival of various countries and pushed the direction of history.

The sage who once looked up to and could not hope for, turned into an entity and appeared in the dream.

Sweat formed on my forehead, and I fell to the ground at a loss as if I had gone to a Taoist temple: "...Mr. Guigu."

There is a faint inscription on the belt of the young man in white, which is vaguely a martingale.

The young man's eyes are deeper than the South China Sea.

He gave me a little help.

This touch is actually somewhat real.

I am still in a daze, maybe because my instructor recently asked me to read the No. [-] Ancient City Project Report on the Yueyang City Site of the Qin and Han Dynasties, and I was so fascinated by it.

An old and distant voice came from his ears, and Guiguzi said:
"The sky and the earth are vast. Kai used blood as a sacrifice to obtain the traces of the river map and Luoshu. All scholars can argue about good and evil. However, I cannot eliminate the evil of human nature, and I cannot stop the good of human nature. Times change, and every dynasty must say that people's hearts are not good. Ancient times. Right and wrong, there is a taste in them. At that time, people can self-examine and wake up, and open the way to enlightenment."

I don't know why.

Just when I heard it, I felt dizzy.

I looked around, the yellow scroll was mottled, and countless seal characters flew away from the scroll, flying like butterflies, covering the entire space.

"What I say today, you see tonight. It will appear when you need it."

At this moment, my little cat suddenly ran over from the other end of the bridge.

In the dream, it seemed that its eyesight was bad and it couldn't recognize who its owner was.

It's not me who's wearing the white robe.

Xiaomi ignored my shushing gesture.

The meow kept coming, and it kept rubbing at his feet.

Shang Yang leaned forward one step faster than me.

"Shang, Lord Shang...this is my cat."

He picked up the cat's scruff and smiled at it, "Axian, why do you have to be a cat?" Axian?What's this name?
It's obviously called Xiaomi.

But I was very pleased that I actually dreamed of a very serious man smiling at a cat.This is no less cute than the contemporary Putin’s love for dogs.

Shang Yang was shoulder to shoulder with me. He turned around again and looked at me with a particularly "kind" look. He also looked at the orange cat who returned to my arms.

"Forget it, it's the entrustment of future generations." He laughed to himself and reached out to pick up a few seal characters floating in the air.

Words pieced together from all directions form a sentence.

——May you be safe and worry-free every year from now on.

This word seems to have a thousand-year aftertaste.

Soon their figures were submerged in the halo, and even the river under the stone stairs stopped rolling.

"Next, let's go to the other side of the Forgotten River."

Xiaomi is still talking.

When it speaks, I feel weird.The voice was no longer soft, as if eating fish had stuck in the throat or drinking soup that was too salty had hurt the throat.

I tried to tell myself that there was nothing strange in the dream, and the cat spoke normally, just think of it as Alice in Wonderland.

The water of Lethe River is very similar to the descriptions in all the novels and legends.

The water and the sky are integrated, and the green and blue scales are glowing.Transparent and scorching white shadows floated on the river.

This is the first time I met her in a dream.

Legend has it that the woman who has stood by the river for millions of years——

"Mengba?"

"Her name is Meng Lian."

lotus.

In such a strange world, there is a certain beauty that is not stained by dust.

"It turns out that Po Meng is not old and has a good name."

Po Meng's bowl contained the clear blue water from the Forgotten River.

Long white shadows hung in the air one by one.

This is actually a ghost.

Fortunately, I couldn't see them clearly at all.

"Xu Zhi, you are so lucky. Do you want to hear the thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three last words in Taiwu's dream?"

I was surprised when Meng Lian said my name.

I looked down and saw that I was in the form of a "hollow" person in Wangchuan. My heart was filled with my life experience so far.

When she saw me approaching, she fanned the treasure in her hand, and with a light wave, she pulled out a soul from the dream that was almost turning into slag.

The gray and ethereal soul floated up.

This thing has been here for so long that even the soul that has not calculated the time is filled with some black spots imprinted by the chronology.

She took it to a gray-green river. The water shimmered amid the blue mist, and the fine waves seemed to carry countless fluorescent lights.

Behind the Yinghe River and Naihe Bridge is a monument boundary.

We came to Tushan.

She told the story about this old soul.

After 700 years, Tushan finally regained its vitality, and clusters of black branches grew out of the dead fields.

Under the cover of trees, an ancient city can be vaguely seen. It is usually quiet and there is no sound.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas" records an ancient mythical beast.It is said that it can appear or hide, be thin or big, short or long.The autumnal equinox lurks in the deep waters, the spring equinox soars into the sky, breathes clouds and mist, calls for wind and rain, makes thunder and lightning, is ever-changing and omnipotent.

According to legend, it can also predict the future.

During the Battle of Tushan, Chi You was devastated because of its help. He was punished by heaven and was expelled from the gods.The leader turned north, and for 3000 years, there was no trace of him in the sky or on earth.

Because the legend is too ancient and mysterious, and people who are still trapped by wild beasts yearn to be protected by a more powerful force, an evolutionary totem slowly arises in the tribe.

Over time, the witches on the land of China gave this disappearing giant a name: dragon.

The old soul gathered a lot of white light, and with a loud rumble, a huge dragon suddenly appeared in front of me with its teeth and claws.

The impact was so strong that I almost sat down on the ground.

Xiaomi circles around me.

"It's almost time for us to go back."

I finally came to my senses.

He opened his eyes dimly.

Suddenly I heard an extremely familiar voice.

"Xu Zhi? Hello, classmate?"

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I woke up with a start, and my instructor was staring at me with a frown. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and pressed the button to flip through the PPT.

The analysis course of Literary Mind and Diaolong.

I'm asleep?
——"Meng Ke taught Confucianism with a chime, Zhuang Zhou expounded the Tao to soar, Mo Zhai adhered to the teaching of frugality and accuracy, Yin Wenxue was a symbol of the name and reality, Ye Lao governed the country based on the favorable location, Zou Zi raised the government with astronomy, Shen Shang saw with the sword to regulate things, ghosts The kiss on the lips of the valley is used to promote meritorious service, the corpse is outstanding in miscellaneous skills, and the history of history is interspersed with street talk."

　Jingjian, Shang Yang.

　　Su Qin, Zhang Yi.

　　Ying Ji, Bai Qi.

　　Li Si, Han Fei.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)