There was a huge sheepskin canvas that were tall by one person in the house. A young man in a black feather robe was standing on the bed, using a bunch of silk cloth, dipped in the bright red liquid in the clay pot, and painted a contour of a human face on the canvas.

On the ground, seven or eight old hens who had been cut off their throats were dead, and the chicken eyes were not as dark as they were. Obviously, the pottery jar was filled with chicken blood.

"So many chickens..." Ziwang lowered his voice and exclaimed.

"So much blood..." Mo Xuan was also shocked by this situation. He had never seen such behavior in his previous life. Could it be a kind of divination ritual?!

"Shh, don't talk, don't disturb my creation!" The boy in a black feathered robe didn't look back and applied strokes very seriously.

Mo Xuan and Zi Wang, both of them leaned their heads, clamped them in the crack of the door, and stared blankly at the boy's painting.

After watching for ten minutes, the boy actually used chicken blood to paint a human face shape, and there were two blood-red pigtails. Mo Xuan felt familiar when he looked at it. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration was seen from the painting of the boy in black robe, which looked like a human and seven-point ghost.

The key lies in those two blood-red pigtails!

"Specialize the words!"

Mo Xuan murmured softly, and the boy in black robe immediately turned his head, looking very happy, as if he had met a soulmate.

But as soon as he saw only two human heads hanging from the crack in the door, the boy exclaimed, and his feet slashed, and he fell straight from the bed.

"Oh my mother!"

The boy hurriedly got up from the ground, regardless of whether he was injured or not, and hugged Ziwang's head tightly with his eyes full of light, as if he had met a confidant in life, "What did you say just now?"

"No! No!" Ziwang's round face was squeezed and deformed. Mo Xuan saw the young man holding it up on his face and hurriedly took a step back, "I have something to say, and I have something to say!"

When the boy saw that Mo Xuan did not appreciate his affection, he looked at Mo Xuan with admiration, "You still have the vision to understand my portrait! People of the same path, people of the same path!"

Mo Xuan's face twitched slightly, "If you see your two blood braids, I think you will be in trouble..."

Ziwang didn't know what the two of them were talking about at all, and asked the boy in black feather robe curiously, "What's your name? Is it the last one in this house?"

The boy in black robe didn't care about the questions of the two, but just focused on his own painting, "My name is Feng Wuyi, it's written at the door, so of course he is one of the house."

Mo Xuan looked up and down at Feng Wuyi's outfit. His black robe was covered with black feathers, which looked very delicate and luxurious. Under his blond hair, his eyes were slender and his appearance was very delicate. But you can tell from his temperament that Feng Wuyi must be a noble.

However, the temperament he exuded was a little lazy and unregulated. His eyes seemed to be frivolous, but there was another strange look in it.

"Are you from Gui Fang?" Ziwang suddenly screamed. He pulled Mo Xuan's sleeve and looked at Feng Wuyi's neck. A pair of goggles made of black ink crystal stones were hung on his body. If he didn't look closely, he thought it was a necklace.

"Only the Guifang people bring that thing!" Zi shouted in a low voice.

During the war in his previous life, Mo Xuan also came into contact with many people from Guifang.

The Guifang is located north of the Shang Dynasty. In today's geographical concept, it is located in the northwest Shaanxi, northwestern Shanxi and western Inner Mongolia, and has extremely harsh terrain such as plains and deserts.

In this world of Shang and Yin, Guifang lives in many alien bloodlines. Among these people, the blood of these people can even have wings on their backs and soar in high altitudes.

When flying, it has a strong impact on both eyes, and even more extreme weather such as rolling sand in the desert and strong winds on the plains. Goggles can protect both eyes and are almost a must-have tool for daily life.

Although it seems very normal in this kind of family and instruments in the past, Mo Xuan dared not think about what kind of expression would the archaeologists dug out goggles from three thousand years ago.

"Yes! Prince Guifang, Feng Wuyi is talking about me..." Feng Wuyi lazily climbed onto the bed, continued to draw with silk cloth stained with chicken blood, and said while drawing: "Gockets are a good thing, they can protect against wind and sand, and can also peep at beautiful women, why not bring them?"

"Can you ask me to take the bone chain of your Central Plains wizards and dance for a while when you meet a beautiful woman?"

Feng Wuyi was painting while muttering passionately, "I really have the spirit of a young Valkyrie. When facing the priest of the Witch Temple, he was not afraid and went to death alone..."

Seeing the rise of his paintings, Mo Xuan silencedly said, "Let's prepare to gather."

"Oh my mother!"

The wind was shaking too fiercely, and a cloth was applied to the bloody eyes of Conscious Words. The bright red chicken blood almost condensed, half thick and half light, extremely uneven, and it looked like a ghost.

"Forget it, wait until I go find some other beauties and come back to concentrate on creating!" Feng Wuyi said, jumping off the bed. At this time, Mo Xuan and Ziwang were about to go out.

"Hey, wait for me, wait for me!" Feng Wuyi threw the sheepskin canvas and hurriedly chased after him with his shoes.

...

The time for leakage was soon over, and when the last drop was dry, half of the people didn't arrive.

Ziwang stood seriously and seriously in the middle of the team, like a soldier defending his faith. Feng Wuyi put on his goggles with a serious face. He didn't know that it was a custom in their hometown, but Mo Xuan knew very well that the uncontrollable prince was searching for the beauty in the crowd at this time.

"Very good!" Ba Xiang saw the last drop of water leak, and waved his hand, dozens of guards came out and surrounded the people who had arrived. Then the people who came were only blocked outside.

"I'm only a little late, let me in!"

"Yes, it's only a few steps, why don't we let in?!"

"My father served as Sima in the royal court. No nobles like me are allowed to enter, so why can those civilians enter?!" Someone pointed at Ziwang, those diligent and obedient civilians, very dissatisfied.

At this time, more and more people gathered around the guards, and they were talking about their discriminatory practices that were separated in this way, and they were often dissatisfied.

"Shut up!"

The rough smile on Ba Xiang's face instantly cold. An explosive low-calm blew out from his mouth and nose. The sound waves burst and rolled, like shells that exploded on the spot, shaking the gravel on the ground. The guards holding copper spears were hit and staggered out two steps involuntarily.

In an instant, the whole square was extremely quiet.

A smile appeared on Ba Xiang's cold face, and he regained his rough and heroic expression.

"You can listen to the first lesson. But the second lesson, as a punishment, you can't hear it today!" Ba Yingguang swept over every dissatisfied noble child. They all bowed their heads in fear and dared not disobey.

The roar just now, the Ba Xiang was controlled with great strength. People within the guards could not feel it. People outside the guards were shocked by this momentum and did not dare to make a sound for a while.

Mo Xuan secretly observed that Ba Xiang's technique of exerting force was to use an extra force, wrapping the sound waves across the circle before it burst out. This method was not necessarily possible for Mo Xuan to do in his previous life, which shows that Ba Xiang is definitely a hidden master.

"You who are nobles should all know this first lesson. I will mainly talk about it for civilian students. After this lesson, there will be no distinction between nobles and civilians in the training camp in the future. Do you understand?" Ba Xiang shouted roughly.

"I understand!" Someone immediately responded in the circle, and the outside of the circle was sparsely matched the sentences. The person who was excluded looked unhappy and did not dare to show it too obviously.

"What I want to talk about now is what you can get and do after you leave the Jinao Academy!" Ba Xiang sat cross-legged on the ground, greeting everyone, smiled kindly, and then started talking, "There are six courses in the Jinao Academy."

"There are respectively: combat class, fairy art class, divination class, smelting class, animal taming class, and farming class!"

"Which course of choosing to practice, what kind of position will you be in the royal court in the future!" Ba Xiang explained in detail, "Fighting class, my Da Shang founded the country with the God of Martial Arts and established the country with war! Without generals and soldiers, the Da Shang will surely be destroyed. Therefore, the Battle class will teach you combat skills and tactical strategies. If you can graduate from the academy, you will be a powerful general in the royal court!"

"Immortal Art Class, I know that many of you admire the wizards in the Witch Temple! Yes, that's right! Only by practicing immortal arts can you have the opportunity to enter the Witch Temple and become a wizard!" Ba Xiang glanced at the girls in front of him, "It's just that immortal arts classes require talent and talent to have the opportunity to come into contact with. This is not by your sincerity, nor by your diligence, but by your luck! As far as I know, less than 10% of those who can enter immortal arts classes every year!"

Many people present, including Mo Xuan, were cheered up when they heard the immortal arts class.

What is the foundation of the Jinao Academy? It is the magic handed down by immortals in the upper realm!

The reason why you can enter the Jinao Academy is naturally to pray that you can learn immortal arts and become a wizard who symbolizes divine power.

But when he heard Ba Xiang say that he could practice immortal arts lessons, everyone was a little disappointed and full of hope.

Mo Xuan knew that human nature was arrogant and always thought that he would be the lucky one. No matter whether it was really possible or not, he would have great fantasies.

But facts are always cruel.

Mo Xuan had never had any contact with the magic of immortals in his previous life, so he knew very well how difficult it was to practice the magic of immortals.

"And the divination class is a compulsory course for becoming a priest!" Ba Xiang swept over everyone and smiled slightly, "Prince, not necessarily a wizard! But a wizard must be a priest. Do you understand what I mean?!"

Mo Xuan naturally understood that in later documentary records, there were also differences between divination and witches in the Shang Dynasty.

Bu is divination. The priest mentioned in Baxia is probably the clergy who is simply responsible for divination. The witch is responsible for communicating with ghosts, gods, heaven and earth, and healing all diseases. There are too many things they need to know.

Looking at it in front of you, if you can practice the immortal arts class, you will inevitably become a wizard, and divination classes are also compulsory.

If you can only practice divination but cannot eliminate the magic, you can only be a priest in the end, and you will have to be a wizard with more than one level lower than one level.

"If you can understand, you will naturally understand. If you don't understand, you don't need to understand." Ba Xiang said this, those who understand will naturally understand. If those who don't understand cannot even hear this meaning, they will naturally be ineligible to practice immortal arts again.

For some reason, Mo Xuan kept listening to the class with a calm expression, and occasionally he could notice Ba Xiang's gaze looking over intentionally or unintentionally.

Mo Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing everything in his heart, but he didn't show it.

Ba Xiang continued to explain, "The three types mentioned above are necessary to learn combat classes. Immortal arts and divination must be arranged after entering the academy and then a test is arranged to know whether you are qualified."

"As for the last three courses, it is actually more important for Dashang!"

"Smelting is mainly responsible for the creation of our Great Shang military armor equipment! Bronze battle suits, spears, long spears, and even the daily equipment of the royal court are inseparable from smelting technology!" Ba Xiang glanced at everyone, "No matter how high his cultivation is and how strong his immortal arts are, he still needs to have a handy weapon to exert his strength!"

"In my opinion, the magic weapon created by a master of smelting can be passed down to future generations, and its significance is no less than being regarded as a righteous god and worshipped incense!"

At this moment, Mo Xuan saw the Gonggong girl in the front row talking intently, staring at Ba Xiang with a burning look on her face, looking frenzy.

"If you really have the talent for smelting, I advise you not to lose smelting no matter what other courses you practice!" Ba Xiang said in a deep voice and gave him earnest instructions.

"As for the beast taming class, it is related to an important force among the Shang army of the Shang Dynasty, the beast cavalry!" Ba Xiang glanced at everyone, "I, Taizu of the Shang Dynasty, and the beast god, must everyone know it!"

"Since the beginning of Xiangtu Taizu, he has been taming wild elephants and forming a war elephant army! Five strong soldiers, combined with such a huge war elephant, can sweep the barbarians in just a thousand cyclists and be invincible! What a mighty army!" At this point, Ba Xiang smiled, "If descendants of later generations can tame other ferocious beast mounts, I am willing to compete with my ancestors. As a teacher, I am willing to rush into Nuwa Mountain first. What kind of beast do you want, I will catch you any beast!"

When everyone heard this, they chuckled with kindness.

Speaking of this, Mo Xuan really remembered the records in later documents that this Xiangtu was a very powerful figure.

Before Xiangtu, the horses were not used for riding, and they never carried cargo.

It was Xiangtu who trained horses with one hand and trained such large livestock into domestic animals. This achievement was not only for the Shang Dynasty, but also for any dynasty in later generations.

And taming elephant was something that mortals dared not think about at that time!

According to the literature, the Yin people subdued the elephant and abused the Dongyi... After Xiangtu uncle tried to create the powerful army of the Elephant Cavalry for the Shang tribe, the fate of the alien race in the Yangtze River Basin was indeed very consistent with the word "abuse" in historical books.

The huge elephant cavalry, with several warriors holding spears several meters, not requiring too many fighting skills, just a round-trip charge, no matter how elite the enemy is, they will be defeated in the face of such absolute power!

It can be seen that the power of the Shang Dynasty in military wars was still very terrifying.

After explaining the first five courses, Ba Xiang paused, "The agricultural and sericulture course is the foundation of all people."
To be continued...