Gods and Immortals

Chapter 6: Roommates

() Mo Xuan didn't know how to look at divination patterns, but he didn't care much about such unreasonable ominous and auspicious words.I plan to listen to the explanation of the white-robed priest first.

The priest coughed, "Don't panic, everyone."

"This bad omen means that after you enter the training camp, you will lose contact with the outside world. It is inevitable that disaster will be imminent, but no one can help you..."

Speaking of this, some nobles were afraid that something would happen to their children, and hurriedly ordered their servants to come forward with the money bag and present it to the priest respectfully.Seeing that someone wasted money to eliminate disasters and begged the priest to take care of him, all the people came forward one after another to send money to the priest.

In Mo Xuan's view, the way this priest did was extremely crude.In later generations, 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 priests are the representatives of gods, so naturally they have no doubts about them.

At this moment, among the students waiting to report in the square, a voice sounded without emotion, "My lord priest, I don't know whether your divination result is right or wrong, but I want to remind you of one thing. Drill holes and use rhinoceros horn nails with python patterns. According to etiquette, bronze nails with thunder patterns are used for tortoise shells! Your technique is not very professional."

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

Mo Xuan glanced curiously at the place where the voice came from. A cute-looking little girl with two short braids and tight-fitting clothes stood there with a blank expression on her face.

The little girl's attire is very special, she doesn't wear the skirt style of ordinary rich merchant girls, but she has a boyish temperament. There are two bags hanging on the left and right sides of her waist, and she looks so heavy that she doesn't know what she is holding.

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

Everyone looked at the white-robed priest. The priest's face was dark and he didn't answer for a while.

Mo Xuan knew that the little girl was probably right.

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

The relationship between nobles and priests is similar to the relationship between high officials and monks in later generations.

In fact, these high-ranking officials who have not systematically understood divination etiquette are not clear about how monks do it.Only those veterans who are well versed in the rules can see it.

There is no doubt that the little girl seems to be an old hand.

"Who are you, dare to disturb the priest of the Witch God Temple to ask for divination?!" The white-robed priest's face was ugly, and the majesty he had just revealed the ominous sign instantly ruined the little girl completely.

The idea of ​​collecting money can no longer continue, and these nobles are not stupid. If the sacrificial ceremony is wrong, the result will be inaccurate, and they will not give money easily.

The little girl had no expression on her face, and her tone was indifferent, "You are the priest of the Temple of the Witch, but you let me, an outsider, correct your mistakes, and you don't want to think about what's wrong with you. It's ridiculous."

"Presumptuous!" The white-robed priest yelled at the guards of the academy who were maintaining order, "Desecrate the temple, take it down!"

"Yes!"

Two guards came out immediately, holding copper spears and jade spears, and walked towards the little girl. Looking at her posture, they were afraid that the little girl would lose her admission qualification.

Mo Xuan moved a little bit, his body tensed secretly, if it was just to drive this girl away, that's fine, if he really wanted to hurt someone, he couldn't just watch.

"Wait!"

A slightly rough voice came from the entrance of the training camp. The white-robed priest looked back and saw a burly man with a height of two meters, wearing ornaments made of bone fragments, and walking out with his upper body naked.

Under the noon sun, this brawny man's muscles were lumpy and stiff, shining darkly, full of strength.

"The little baby is just telling the truth, why bother!" The brawny man laughed loudly, with a thick bone necklace hanging on his neck, rattling.

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

He knew the strong man, but the strong man did not know Mo Xuan.

In the training camp before entering the college, there are special teachers to guide the new students.

This tall and strong man was one of the teachers who guided the new students in his previous life. He has a rough and bold personality, does not care about trifles, is fair and just, and treats everyone equally. He is loved by many ordinary students.

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

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

The brawny man seemed to have noticed something, raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Mo Xuan's feet inadvertently, glanced at Mo Xuan again, and looked away.

"Little baby, what's your name?" The strong man went straight to the little girl regardless of the gloomy expression of the white-robed priest.The tall figure completely blocked the little girl.

The girl didn't seem to care at all that the strong man had rescued her just now, and she still had no expression on her face.

"Special language."

As soon as the name came out, the burly man was taken aback, and then laughed loudly, "It turns out that the girl from the Gonggong tribe that the dean spared no expense to invite is you!"

Hearing this name, even Mo Xuan couldn't help but take a second look.

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

The Gonggong tribe is a remnant of ancient times.

Different from the perception of the Gonggong clan in later generations, in this era, the Gonggong clan is an ethnic group with a well-known hobby.

Dig superior smelting materials and ores!

Legend has it that the Gonggong clan obtained a kind of divine fire from the gods, as well as an extremely clever smelting technique, and they can use bronze to create many clever utensils.As the smelting technology became more and more sophisticated, the god-level utensils created by the Gonggong clan also increasingly required rare and precious mineral materials to succeed.

So they gradually abandoned bronze and found a better substitute—the huge pillar of heaven that once supported the earth and sky, the essence of rock in Buzhou Mountain.

It is this kind of essence that has brought the smelting technology of the Gonggong clan to a new level and produced many ingenious and magical tools.

Crazy Gonggong people began to mine Buzhou Rock Jing crazily, and finally dug and collapsed Buzhou Mountain, causing the famous flood that was later known in the world to wreak havoc and devastate lives.

The Gonggong people who made big mistakes gradually disappeared from the land during the period when Dayu controlled the floods, and no one knew where they went.

Only a few survivors of Gonggong joined the water control team, and later scattered among other tribes and countries, telling the world that this magical ethnic group once existed in the world.

Speaking of it, it is a bit like the dwarves that Mo Xuan's later generations have heard of in western fantasy stories.

This name is a bit of cold and strange special Italian language, it is the foundry genius who has heard of it in the previous life, and the survivor of the Gonggong clan.

It is rumored that this genius is cold-tempered and has sharp and tricky words. On many occasions, his words are straightforward and do not save face.I didn't expect to see him on the first day of school today, he really has such a personality.

"Come on, you have also heard what Mr. Li Si said. Enrolling this time is a bad omen. It may be that I am in a bad mood and prevent none of you from graduating!" The guards in front of the training camp led many registered students into the training camp gate.

The white-robed priest named Li Si didn't want to talk to the strong man, and he didn't dare to confront the dean when he heard the name of the special language. Hate entering the training camp gate.

……

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

"After entering the gate of the training camp, it will be a month before I want to go out again!" The strong man's bell-like voice resounded through the camp, "Should I enter the top school Jin'ao Academy to practice the first-class fairy art tactics! Or go home and be yours!" That bullshit nobleman, it all depends on your attitude and ability this month!"

"My name is Ba Xiang. If you have any questions, just come to me!" Ba Xiang waved his big hand, pointing to the two-story college dormitory at the back, "I'll give you a moment to find your own dormitory and put away your clothes and money. , Come back here and gather! Go! Don’t blame me for not being merciful to you if I’m late!”

After finishing speaking, these noble children who were living together for the first time were a little dazed, and a few civilian children who were extremely talented and thus allowed to enter the training camp quickly set off to find their own residences.

Mo Xuan turned his head and took his clothes and walked towards the courtyard of the residence. The time for a leak was not very long, only about three to ten minutes.

The method of timekeeping in the Shang Dynasty is very special. A long cylindrical bronze utensil is filled with water, and a wooden ruler with a scale floats on it.

Below the copper vessel filled with water, there is a small leak. As the water level in the copper vessel drops, the scale of the wooden ruler keeps dropping.

Most of the time, only royal courts or aristocratic homes are eligible for such advanced timekeeping gadgets as water leaks. In the homes of ordinary people, time is still calculated based on the position of the sun.

On the square at the entrance of the training camp residence, there is a water leak, dripping downwards.The waiter in charge of watering stood by, waiting for the teacher to time the time, and quickly poured water into the copper vessel.

When the noble children in the square found that there was no attendant to lead them to the residence, Mo Xuan had already found his residence.

This place is a bit remote, but it is quiet and tidy. The bamboo attic is not only strong, but also elegant and beautiful, very suitable for living and practicing.

Mo Xuan entered the attic and found that there were three bedrooms in the back of the attic, one of which was closed with the door closed, and the remaining two were empty, so he should let himself choose one.

Afterwards, there was a sound of pots, pans, and pans banging in the small courtyard of the residence. Mo Xuan looked around, and there was a young man with short red hair, not tall, but his exposed muscles were very strong, and he was sweating profusely Carrying a burden that was half a person tall, he moved into the courtyard with difficulty.

As a roommate, Mo Xuan naturally wanted to improve the relationship with the neighbors. He put down some of his clothes and went out to help the red-haired boy who could barely carry the burden to share some bronze cooking utensils, in exchange for the enthusiastic and grateful eyes of the boy.

Panting, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Thank you...thank you!"

Mo Xuan didn't recognize this young man, and thought he had nothing to do with him in his previous life.

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

The red-haired boy carried a big bag of clothes and utensils, and struggled up the attic steps, and the two of them dragged their bags to the remaining empty bedroom.

"My name is Ziwang! I'm from Chaoge!"

The young man was excited and enthusiastic. He had just settled down, so he took out two large corn cakes wrapped in cloth from his bag, gave half of them to Mo Xuan and said, "Come on! Try the corn cakes my mother made overnight, they are delicious!"

Faced with an enthusiastic and expectant look, Mo Xuan smiled slightly, without being polite, took a bite of the cornbread.

"How is it?! Delicious?!"

The red-haired boy looked joyful, and sat down himself, took out a sheepskin bag, took a big mouthful of corn cakes, and poured clean water.

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

During the Yin and Shang Dynasties, the people were basically divided into three classes: nobles, commoners and slaves.Most of the civilians in this period were handicraftsmen, self-cultivators, or fishermen and hunters, and they basically had to live in big cities.

Although the civilian class does not have the animal-like life of slaves who will die from overwork at any time or be slaughtered and buried alive as a sacrifice, they have nothing to do with things like fine clothes and fine food.

However, in Mo Xuan's eyes, the concept of future 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 Wang's status is.

"Hurry up and eat, it's time to gather after packing up." Mo Xuan finished eating the pancakes in a few mouthfuls, took two mouthfuls from Ziwang's sheepskin bag.Not to mention, this cornbread is much tastier than the ones in the posthouse before.

With just these few movements, the two quickly became acquainted. Zi Wang asked curiously while tidying up the room: "Look at the decoration on your collar and cuffs, are you a nobleman?"

Mo Xuan waved his hand, "What kind of nobleman, everyone is the same after entering the academy."

"Yes!" Zi Wang said with hope on his face: "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 live a good life!"

Knowing the entire history of the Shang Dynasty and the memory of the previous life, Mo Xuan knew who Ziwang was talking about Yi Yin—the God of Cookery and God of Wisdom worshiped by Yin Shang.

This is a god-man in the Shang Dynasty who struggled all the way from a cooking slave to the position of prime minister. People who just say their names are very famous don't know it.But one sentence he said is still quoted by politicians in various countries in the modern world: Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish.

Mo Xuan looked at Zi Wang's naive and hopeful eyes, and smiled more than he was infected by his emotions.

It must be a good boy to have such sincerity and filial piety.

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

Mo Xuan glanced at the last closed door, and made a false wink at Zhao Zi, "I guess he has already entered the room."

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

Mo Xuan and the two walked lightly into the closed room, and listened slightly.

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

"Shh, I'll push the door." Zi Zhuan smiled mischievously, and secretly pushed towards the door, the door was pushed open a crack, just enough for the two of them to look inside with their heads up and down.

Seeing this, both of them were stunned by the shocking scene in the room.

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