Transmission: The art of preaching and receiving karma, so that the recipient will be affected by it invisibly. If it is intertwined with principles, then it will be repaid with principles.
Song Ciwan used the technique of teaching on himself, but in fact, this teaching really fell on Master Gao.
In the long glow of the red clouds, Song Ciwan sighed softly: "Young man, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. How can you not understand?"
Master Gao was speechless and became more and more speechless.
He had a frightening feeling as if he had returned to the ethnic studies class again. This feeling made him stand up straight unconsciously and place his palms neatly close to his sides, not daring to exceed the limit in the slightest. Twist.
Master Gao was suddenly angry and reluctant.
What makes him angry is that he doesn't understand why he should be taught by an outsider like Xin Ming - why should he? What does he know?
What he is reluctant to give up is... if he could turn back time and make him return to the classroom seriously, he would be a student again. Even if he would be stupid and naughty, he would have to be taught by the teacher again, but so what?
He wants to go back, he is willing to go back!
Master Gao raised his head, his eyes sparkling. He looked at Song Ciwan eagerly, as if expecting her to clarify his doubts further.
He is small in stature, has a thin body, and has a somewhat big head. Although his left eye is missing, and there are even countless terrifying tentacles extending from the eye socket, his appearance at this moment actually shows a strange pitiful and cute look.
Song Ciwan said slowly: "Xiao Lang, do you know what dynasty we are in today's world? What world is this? After thousands of years, where are the Yun Kingdom and the Yan Kingdom now?"
Master Gao was a little stunned and said: "Yun State, Yan State?"
He paused and said in a difficult tone: "Was the Yun Kingdom destroyed by the Yan Kingdom?"
But Song Ciwan shook his head and said, "No, as far as I know, after the Yan State went to conquer the Yun State, it was invaded from the rear by the Yong State from the west of the Yun Mountain Range. The Yan State was destroyed because of this!"
This result was something Gao Fuzi never expected. His hands at his sides clenched tightly into fists unconsciously.
"The Yan Kingdom was actually destroyed by the Yong Kingdom? Hehe, hehehe..."
Master Gao smiled. He raised his head and smiled, his eyes sparkling, but he forcefully forced them back into his eyes.
"The Kingdom of Yan was destroyed by the Kingdom of Yong! Hahaha, hahaha!" Master Gao became more and more excited as he laughed. He laughed so much that the tentacles under his feet stretched out again, flapping randomly at his side.
After laughing, he finally found his voice again and asked: "What about the Yun State? Is the Yun State still there? If the Yan State is gone, has the Yun State come back to life?"
This time, his body leaned forward slightly, and his only remaining right eye was staring at Song Ciwan.
Although he was trying to control his excitement, the tentacles under his feet stopped flapping randomly. Those tentacles retracted one by one and curled back up to the sides of his feet.
Song Ciwan did not sell it, she only said slowly: "No, the Yun Kingdom was also destroyed. But it was neither destroyed by the Yan Kingdom nor the Yong Kingdom, but there were too many natural disasters, a ten-year drought, and the red land was destroyed for thousands of years. Thousands of miles away, even the capital city of Yun Kingdom was not spared."
Because he had experienced the strange situation of Fugui Village in Suyang City, Song Ciwan later investigated some old events in the Yun Kingdom at his convenience.
Although her research was a bit rough and she did not delve deeply into that period of history, the rough knowledge finally came into play at this time.
The tentacles that tied Song Ciwan's body had already loosened unconsciously, and the original needle-like pain naturally disappeared.
Song Ciwan didn't deliberately pull off these tentacles. She maintained her current weird image indifferently, and just said lightly: "During the drought, hundreds of officials fled from the capital, but the Emperor of Yun State did not escape."
"He took the elixir in the palace, but the elixir failed and the emperor died on the spot in the court."
"Before taking the elixir, Emperor Yun ordered all the concubines in the palace to be hanged, all the princesses were given poisonous wine, and all the princes took the elixir with him."
"This incident was recorded as the Ban Dan Rebellion by later generations."
"There is another legend in later generations, saying that the reason why the drought lasted for a long time was actually because Emperor Shang took pills and turned into a drought demon after his death, wandering around the Yun Kingdom's homeland. This led to a severe drought that has been difficult to quell for ten years."
"Of course, just listen to these legends. Whether they are true or false is really difficult to verify."
Song Ciwan paused slightly when he said this, and saw a very strange expression on Master Gao's face.
He listened to Song Ciwan's words, and every time he listened to a paragraph, his expression would inevitably change.
Sometimes he seemed to be laughing, and sometimes he seemed to be crying. Later, he seemed to be crying but not crying, smiling but not smiling, crying but not laughing...
Master Gao laughed again and said, "You deserve it! You really deserve it! Haha, Emperor Shang? Is this the posthumous name given to that dog emperor by future generations? I think they look up to him! He doesn't even know the word "shang". If he doesn’t deserve it, he should be called the Dog Emperor!”
"No, he doesn't even deserve the word dog. To call him a dog emperor is to insult a dog! Then he should be called a stupid emperor. He is stupid and bad. He deserves it, he deserves it! Wuwuwu..."
Cursing and cursing, Master Gao started crying again.
He raised his head and cried: "Father, grandma, great-grandfather... The Yun Kingdom is still destroyed, the Yun Kingdom is still destroyed! But we have never been slaves of anyone else's country. The Yun Kingdom was destroyed by natural disasters, it was a natural disaster! Ha ha ha ha!"
He cried and laughed. The scales of heaven and earth appeared around Song Ciwan, and he collected several balls of energy one after another.
[Small city level weird ghost spirit, confused, bitter and sad, five pounds and nine taels, can be sold. 】
More than five kilograms of energy!
This is more than five kilograms of strange small-town-level energy!
And that's not all, there are: [Small town level weird ghost spirit, happy, confused, sad, four pounds and two taels, can be sold. 】
[Small town level weird ghost spirit, confused, missing, sad, three pounds and six taels, can be sold. 】
[Small town level weird ghost, sad, confused, longing, two pounds or three taels, can be sold. 】
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Master Gao cried and laughed, and all the tentacles wrapped around Song Ciwan were retracted.
He raised his head, the pupil of his right eye was dark as if washed by water, and the socket of his left eye was hollow and bottomless.
Song Ciwan waited until he had finished crying and laughing, and the scales of heaven and earth could no longer collect weird ghosts, and Master Gao kept looking at the sky blankly, then she said again: "Actually, it's not just the Yun Kingdom, nor is it just the Yan Kingdom or the Yong Kingdom. , On the land of Kyushu at that time, there were countless large and small countries..."
Master Gao said: "Yes, in my family class, my husband said that there were as many countries on the earth as the stars in the sky. But at that time, there were only twenty-one big countries, and Yun State was one of them!"
Song Ciwan said: "Then do you know that since the ten years of the severe drought in Yun State, the entire Jiuzhou has been plunged into war for three hundred years?"
