Walking through the remains of the ancestors, sitting and looking away...

―《Eight-Second Hand Notes》

After entering the secret room, there was a long corridor. When Erya's lazy man's patience was almost worn out, he finally saw the vermilion "small door" in front of him. The door was closed with the engraving "The killer is important, those who are reasonable and have no money are cautious in entering", and his brushwork is graceful. Erya smiled and pushed the door open with his hands. What he saw was a corridor made of two rows of bookcases. It seemed that there was no end between the covers! Erya could no longer hide her surprise: The word "killer and sweaty" was different from each other, completely like a mud... Waking up from surprise, Erya looked at this cave, walked with her bare hands, wandering among the sea of ​​books.

He passed by a bookshelf and took out a book. The cover only had four words - "The Master of the Seat 80". He opened the title page, and his handwriting was similar to the handwriting on the notice of the rich door. He opened the cover, but saw the title page: "The green shirt leaned against a thin horse, and the black and white gathered indefinitely. He looked at the mountains and rivers, and sighed when he remembered the old past."

Erya looked further down and said, "The rest of his body has been alive for more than 70 years, his belly is empty and he has no ink. Only a little experience and some experience may benefit future generations..." Erya loved the classical bibliography in her previous life, from the rise and fall of the day to the equality of goods and cultures. At this time, she saw a person writing this memoir and was really immersed in the spleen and stomach. The author of this book also traveled among the world and learned from the heart.

The learned people who asked had a wide knowledge of this mountain and river geography, and they were just a figure like Xu Xiake. The people and events they had experienced were also very considerable, and all the three religions and all the various things involved. They often used the theory of theory in the court. They were either humorous and laughed, or cursed with their fingers, which was really enjoyable... After reading one of the books, Erya was already addicted to it, so she took out the other bookshelf and placed it beside her, sat on the ground, and looked at it for a moment without knowing the spring, summer, autumn and winter...

I don’t know how long it took, Erya found someone gently patting him, so she reluctantly moved away from the page. It was the teacher. The old man said with a smile: "You are here for the past few days. I will deliver you food regularly, wash and sleep at the other end of the secret room. You can find it yourself..." As he said that, he pointed to Erya, and Erya looked at her face. He waved his hand to show that she understood, and immediately lowered her head and sank again... The old man smiled faintly, and walked back slowly with his hands behind his back...

For ten days in a row, Erya lived a life without sun and moon, and wasted by sleep and food. The master has been passed down to 80 generations. Each generation of characters has his own legend. He was once a major official in the court, a business businessman, a hero for a while, and a great scholar. He was well-educated and had a lot of fighting. Looking at their stories, Erya's own sweat came out - it seemed that he was not worth enough, and it really made him ashamed to be with the ancestors!

This time, I finally read the first master. Erya couldn't help but curiosity about the originator of the killer, and took out these ten yellowed books. When I saw it, I was shocked. The cover of the book was not replaced by just a number written by the subsequent master, but "Taigong Zong Lu". In amazement, Erya hurriedly looked down: "My ancestors once served as the four mountains and assisted Yu to calm the water and soil, and made great contributions. During the Wei Qi period, he was granted the surname Jiang... and he was the descendant of Miao. His original surname was Jiang, and he was granted the surname of me, so the previous king called me Lu Shang."

Erya felt confused. Although the other party was in a dynasty that was not consistent with her previous life, her life strategy was roughly consistent with Jiang Ziya in her impression. This was probably the first "familiar" historical figure she had heard in this world... Read more, "Taigong General Lu" not only contains Lu Shang's own life biography, but also has 273 articles on military strategy, including 81 articles of "State", 71 articles of "Shi" and 85 articles of "Soldiers"; there are also "Six Strategies" that are praised by military strategists in later generations...

Erya thought carefully and found that the lives of the 23rd generation of teachers were no different from those of Su Qin in the Warring States Period in the previous life. He hurriedly turned on the "Twenty-Three". After careful identification of the inscription on the title page, he was a straitor named Su Yiqin...

Erya felt a little funny: "I didn't expect that this famous military sect leader and these eloquent lobbyists who were all eloquent among the seven kingdoms were the grandfathers of the killers who walked between the darkness. It was really dramatic..."

"Do you think it's very interesting?" Erya, who was immersed in her discovery, was alarmed by the old man's voice.

The old man smiled and said, "I was also very surprised when I looked at the notes of the masters of all generations. Look at this, the seventy-second generation of the master, who was known as "planning and winning a thousand miles away," and set up a dozen ambushes, forcing a generation of heroes, Chang Sun Yu, to commit suicide in Baishui. He was just learning Taigong's "Six Strategies" and "Soldiers"..."

Erya's heart lit up: "Is this person Xiang Liang, the founding father of the country today?"

The old man nodded with a smile: "Not bad! Now I wonder if the identity of these 82nd generation seat masters will make you, the famous "Six Art Boy" who is far-reaching, feel condescending?"

Erya was no longer surprised at this time and replied lightly: "Do you understand?"

The old man smiled faintly and said, "Since your reputation first, I have sent someone to keep an eye on your movements - I don't want to miss the handsome man, who is both literary and martial, and martial, who is the best in the world, I don't want to miss it! Then when you see your reputation, you bravely retreat and increase my inherited teacher's heart!" As he said, he stroked his beard with sanity, "The shopkeepers and the two are going to invite you back this time! Looking at it today, I really have a wise eye to recognize talents..."

"Come on!" He walked in front of him, leading Erya through the sea of ​​books and papers, and came to an altar surrounded by cigarettes. The tablet was the seventy-nine generations of masters whom Erya had been in the book for a long time. The old man smiled faintly and talked: "Since the killer organization of Wei Qi, he had been the master, and then after more than 600 years of Zhou and Shang dynasties, we masters have been passed down to this day. When we traveled in the secular world, we were all heroes, but in our later years they had to wait for loneliness... Do you feel incomprehensible in your heart?"

Erya smiled and decided to make a decision.

The old man continued: "What the masters of all generations have to pursue throughout their lives is the balance of 'the response of heaven and man, the combination of yin and yang'. Therefore, the rise and fall of generations are not in the eyes of the masters. The masters of all generations only use their own abilities, but never use this powerful force in their hands to try to change anything. The killer organization has what it wants to protect, and you will know it when you have done your best. But the killer organization is always a force that is free from the edge of the world. They can gently push it when they are balanced for a long time, but cannot go deep into it. This is the precept I want to explain to you..."

Erya had heard it and smiled and said nothing... He looked at the tablets of the masters of all generations, and there was a speech engraved on it: "Work to the masters of all generations, you should kneel down and bow your head for 9981 times to show your respect. If you are not sincere, you will bear the consequences..."

When the old man saw his attention, he said, "Now you come to burn incense and kowtow. When the ceremony is completed, you will recognize you as a member of the teacher's inheritance..."

Erya took the three incense trees handed over by the old man and lit them to the fore... However, when he was burning the incense, he narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, knelt down and kowtowed, but he stood up after just kneeling three times and kowtowed nine times...

The old man observed the scene with a smile, and said with a thumbs-up, "Okay! You are really up to you now! Among my teachers, there are neither those who respect teachers and wise men, nor those fools who are sincere and corrupt scholars, who are rigid and unconscious. But I will also be worried for you - under the cushion before this tablet, there are actually some crazy and perverse people who are sitting and walking, and who are stubborn and stubborn, and now I am afraid that they are already covered with bones..."

Erya said lightly: "I'm just used to suspicion..."
Chapter completed!