Inside and Outside World

"Brother Yan, is your bullet a skill?" Zhu Xiaoyong asked.

"It's a reward for the tongue-twisting group of sages, and so is that title."

Hearing this answer, Zhu Xiaoyong's heart was filled with envy. Not only did he get the title of "Sage", he also got a skill. However, in the previous scene, instead of talking about fighting the sages, being able to speak out under the watchful eyes of everyone is considered courage.

"It's not fair..."

Zhu Xiaoyong looked up to the sky and sighed. As an otaku who likes the second dimension, he is very eager for those special abilities. The cheapest skill he saw in the dream space before: arcane missiles cost 5,000 points of bioenergy, which is simply unaffordable.

I don't know when I will be able to acquire the skills.

"This world is not fair." Wang Dongwei looked calm, "Compared with some people, at least we are still alive. Think about Tang Tianjie, even if luck breaks through the boundaries of human beings, isn't he dead? We should be satisfied if we can live .”

"I'm too tired, I need to sleep for a while." Yan Luo said.

"You can sleep peacefully, we will remain vigilant."

When Yan Luo closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep and regained his energy, the whole of Athens, even though it was already evening, was still in the midst of a commotion.

Some dramatists are discussing the poem "Will Drink".

Social activists talked about Yan Luo's criticism of the idea of ​​advocating nudity.

Doctors are eager for Huaxia's medical books.

Young girls and some noble ladies, many people hoped to have something to happen with the Chinese envoy with perfect figure—now Athens advocates couples for one day, that is, one night of passion in the future.

Of course, the hottest topic in the city of Athens is the history of China. Pangu opened up the world, and people can become "immortals" through practice. Those amazing weapons and magic weapons, as well as writing down their names, can become the list of gods...

The most attractive thing is undoubtedly the good fortune jade plate that contains three thousand avenues!

In the Hall of the Elders, Pericles was roaring, his expression was probably similar to that of an "angry head of state".

As a self-confident and proud person who personally pushed the prosperity of Athens to its peak, the chief general and consul of this city-state, today, so many scholars at the ceremony of receiving foreign envoys not only failed to convince the foreigners who insulted Greek civilization, but, on the contrary, The whole city was conquered.

What a disgrace!

"It can't be blamed on Herodotus, Sophocles and others... That Chinese envoy is too knowledgeable." A veteran said.

"That's right, and the country of China actually has such a magnificent history, which we, Greece, can't match at all."

"Speaking of us, is it possible to cultivate into a fairy? I really want to ask... Even if you can't cultivate into a fairy, at least becoming a **** is not bad. If you can get a road in the jade plate of fortune, it will be great... "

A group of elders began to talk about the possibility of becoming a god. This made Pericle, who didn't have much faith in the gods in his heart, and even didn't believe in those existences, even more angry. He couldn't help but threw the golden scepter in his hand to the ground.

"I'm so mad!"

Facing the sudden outburst of the consul, everyone fell silent. After a long time, a veteran said cautiously: "Chief general, Mr. Pericles, don't be so angry, we still have hope!"

"Socrates!"

"Yes, that guy, if it was him, he would definitely be able to convince the Chinese people."

The elders echoed one after another: "After all, Socrates is the wisest person in Athens and even the whole of Greece!"

"General, Socrates is here." Suddenly a herald came trotting in.

"Great, let him in!" Pericles, who was furious, was overjoyed.

Really said Socrates, Socrates.

After Pericles gave the order, a middle-aged man in his 40s soon appeared at the door and stepped into the Senate Hall.

This man is very ugly in terms of appearance, with a round nose, thick lips, protruding goldfish-like eyes and messy hair, short in stature, wearing a thin Himashin robe, and barefoot. Just looking at the appearance, no one would have imagined how powerful the soul would be in this body.

The Gadfly of Athens: Socrates!

This nickname was given up by himself. Socrates thought that Athens was like a steed, which became lazy and dull because of being too fat. keep running.

Many people don't like him.

Socrates said most often: "I am an ignorant man."

But everyone has to admit:

Here are the brightest and wisest philosophers in Athens!

In the real world, in the history of the West, in the star-studded ancient Greece, if you want to choose the greatest sage, then this person is undoubtedly Socrates! In fact, the status of Socrates in the West is considered to be the same as that of Confucius in the East.

"You are finally here." Pericles enthusiastically stepped forward and grabbed the hand of the visitor.

"I inspected the tombs there in Kerameikos, and rode here as soon as I got the news, but I was still late."

Socrates looked at the orange-red leather jacket and blue long johns on the consul, and couldn't help marveling at its beauty: "I've already learned what happened today from the students. I can't imagine that there are people in this world Such a great country is in the East."

"but…"

This short man suddenly became majestic like a lion: "No one can insult Greek civilization! I love the city of Athens, let alone allow our sacred spirit and national self-confidence to be desecrated. It is too late today. Challenge that person tomorrow!"

"it is good!"

Pericles showed an expression of appreciation, but immediately, he said with a trace of hesitation: "The wise men of Athens have all failed and even been convinced. Now, all my hopes are on you... If even you are defeated ..."

"I am very ignorant, maybe not as knowledgeable as that Chinese envoy, but I am fighting for Athens, so I will not fail! Tonight and tomorrow morning, I will go all out to prepare."

Seeing that the consul still had a slightly melancholy expression, Socrates smiled and said, "Don't worry... I will discuss philosophy with him."

He paused, and then said in a firm voice: "I am philosophy!"

"So... I won't lose!"

The night in the city of Athens passed. Socrates sat quietly in front of the lamp, thinking about the topic of debate with the Chinese envoy tomorrow. Yan Luo was sleeping. Many citizens and foreigners were still immersed in excitement and stayed up all night. Some scholars even Talking into the morning...

The next day, Yan Luo woke up from sleep, the source of life and the source of spirit had all recovered to 100%.

Now both the body and the brain are full of vitality. After jumping off the bed, he moved his body a few times, and the bones all over his body made a fine crackling sound.

"Wake up." Wang Dongwei greeted, looking a little tired—Zhu Xiaoyong was sleeping soundly beside him.

Apparently, he had been alone all night.

Nodding to the loser, Yan Luo left the room. The soldiers outside saw him and hurriedly saluted. Two Persian female slaves respectfully brought honey bread and wine—in this era, this is the most noble food.

These people's respect for him comes from the heart. In Athens of this era, people admire the most learned, wise, and fit people.

Yesterday, Yan Luo displayed all three qualities.

After eating, he asked for some papyrus, as well as pen and ink.

Papyrus is a special product of Egypt. At this time, it was an extremely precious writing material. There was nothing to say about the pen, it was just a piece of wood. Come.

Back in the house, he put these on the table.

Wang Dongwei was very sleepy at this moment, and said: "I can't stand it anymore, I want to sleep for a while."

"Go to sleep."

The two companions were both sleeping. Yan Luo spread out the papyrus and wrote on it with a pen dipped in ink. The room soon became quiet, except for the breathing of Wang Dongwei and Zhu Xiaoyong sleeping, and the sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper. "Rustling" sound.

The letters of ancient Greek are spread all over the paper. Yan Luo writes while thinking. After writing one piece of paper, he will think for a while, and then start to write the second one.

Each of these papyrus was very large, and after writing five sheets, he put down his pen and sat on the stool with his eyes closed.

It was noon.

Wang Dongwei and Zhu Xiaoyong were still sleeping, when a man full of iron will and fiery fighting spirit, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com appeared at the door of this room.

"Socrates is coming to visit!"

Although he didn't sleep last night, and this morning, he was also thinking about the philosophical topics of the debate, but now Socrates is full of energy. This is the power of spirit and belief acting on the physical body!

Full of passion and fighting spirit, Socrates stepped into the room and saw Yan Luo sitting at the table.

"You're here." Yan Luo nodded slightly to the man.

"I am coming!"

Socrates' eyes were sharp and profound.

"Sit down." Yan Luo pointed to another stool beside the table.

"it is good!"

Socrates didn't delay, and sat on the stool. His body carried an extremely thick and tense aura, his messy hair seemed to stand on end, his short body, and his muscles were flaming.

Yan Luo raised his hand, picked up a stack of papyrus on the table, and handed it to Socrates who exuded a strong aura: "Take a look."

He was about to speak about the first philosophical topic that was going to be debated today, but was interrupted, but the fighting spirit in the "Gadfly of Athens" did not weaken in the slightest. He took the papers coldly, lowered his head, and looked at the first slide.

Just after reading the first line, beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Socrates' raised forehead.

When he continued to read, even his plump lips trembled uncontrollably. When he finished reading all the words written on the first papyrus, the strong middle-aged man trembled, and used his fingers to shudder. Unfold one and look at the second.

As the lines of text read, Socrates' face became paler and paler, almost pale.

In the end, even the white Ximashen robe on his body was soaked in sweat and stuck to his body wetly.