After solving the little trouble in Keen's territory, the following days were uneventful, with nothing worth paying attention to.
At least not for Sui Xiong.
Just like that, the Northwest Republic also ushered in its 20th anniversary celebration, which was also the day when the Fourth World's Best Martial Arts Tournament was held.
Originally, according to the rules, the world's best martial arts tournament should have been held last year. However, the senior officials of the Northwest Republic discussed it and felt that holding the martial arts competition in the first year and the National Day Ceremony in the second year felt like a waste of manpower and material resources, so they simply adjusted it and put the two events in the same year.
In this way, the time will be more reasonable and the personnel arrangement will be more appropriate.
The World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament is in the summer, and the National Day Ceremony is in the winter. Both major events require several months to plan and arrange, and it just so happens that the whole year has passed.
"In the 20th year of the Republic of China, the fourth world's best martial arts tournament was held. Although the contestants were not as stunning as the first, they were not as withered as the second, and they roughly maintained the level of the third. It can be expected that unless something happens What happened to cause drastic changes in the group of masters below the legend level in the main plane? Otherwise, the world's best martial arts tournament will generally maintain this level in the future. Perhaps we can sort out the main plane through this competition held every ten years. Changes in the expert group…”
A young historian sat in the study, using special magic ink to write these words on the same special Warcraft skin paper.
This historian is also considered an outlier among his peers, as you can tell by the way he records his time.
In the main plane, historians mainly use the method of "chronicles of major events" to record the years. The specific method is to use twelve years as a "chronicle". Each "chronicle" lists one of the most important events in the prophetic epic style, and the remaining The following is to distinguish around this major event.
For example, the period of time when the Northwest Republic was established can be recorded as the "Chronicle of the Rise of Snow Country", and then specifically divided into "one year of the rise of Snow Country" to "twelve years of the rise of Snow Country".
This practice comes from the ancient Elf Empire period, when the elven sages used this method to record the years. Although the Elf Empire later perished, this dating method was passed down by historical scholars.
Although many people feel that this approach is a bit awkward, historians believe that this approach captures the key points well and is very appropriate.
After all, in this world, the difficulty of "archeology" is far not as high as on Earth. If historians want to know the specific time when something happened, they don't need to painstakingly compare astronomical phenomena or various records, they can just use prophecy.
As long as the record of the event is correct, the prophecy spell can tell you exactly when it happened. The more accurate and detailed the record, the clearer and more convenient the time positioning will be, and there will be no confusion at all.
As for those special situations in which prophecy spells fail to produce results, they are usually covered up in the long history by powerful legendary mages or even powerful men at the god level using earth-shattering means. Wanting to study it is a bit suicidal - it's like knowing that something is very sensitive, but insisting on investigating it, and finally putting yourself in jail. That's also...dedicating one's life to the truth.
This method of dating has been used for many years. Until the founding of the Northwest Republic, some scholars from the Church of the God of Knowledge proposed a new dating method.
They suggested that some major events in history that "opened a new chapter in history" should be used as nodes, and the long history should be divided into several large paragraphs, and each paragraph should be specifically divided into how many years. In this way, although the number will be relatively large, the For ordinary people, it is much friendlier than the cumbersome "chronology of major events".
A certain year in the ancient calendar, a certain year in the elven calendar, a certain year in the orc calendar, a certain year in the pioneer calendar, and a certain year in the republican calendar. The new chronology divides the history of civilization into these five stages, which respectively correspond to the era before the prosperity of ancient civilization, the era between the rise and decline of elven civilization, the era between the rise of orc civilization and the great expansion of mankind, and the era between the great expansion of mankind and The era between the establishment of republics, and the era after the establishment of republics.
This is just like dividing the history of human civilization on earth into primitive society, slave society, feudal society and modern society. It is simple and clear, and allows readers to first have an intuitive impression and roughly determine the period of history they see. At what stage in the history of civilization is it
This may not be necessary for historians, but it is very necessary for ordinary people.
In the past years, because education was not widespread, most ordinary people did not even know the words, let alone worry about chronology or history. However, the goal of the Northwest Republic is to eliminate illiteracy and make all people read, so the historians have responded to the call and begun innovation.
As the saying goes, cicadas wake up before the autumn wind moves. The more informed people are, the more they can feel the changes in history and the pulse of the great era, and thus make the right choices in advance.
... Of course, a great scholar like a certain divination on earth who predicted that "ah ah, the man named Liu Xiu will be the emperor", so he changed his name to Liu Xiu and wanted to rebel, but was thrown into the street, that is the wrong name for the great era. It is enough to serve as a warning for future generations.
After writing a record, the young historian put down his pen, blew a few breaths onto the paper, carefully placed the paper on a cork platform specially designed for drying, finished arranging the pen and ink, and moved his neck and shoulders. , stood up.
Looking down from the second floor window, one can see amidst the autumn colors, many people are busy preparing for the National Day ceremony.
The Northwest Republic holds a National Day Ceremony every ten years. It is almost the most important celebration in the country, the most solemn and grand, and it is also a great event that tourists from all over the world cannot miss.
At the celebration, there will be endless wonderful performances, endless wine to drink, and endless delicacies to eat.
Just for that celebration, people in the Northwest Republic, especially the Void City, need to prepare for three to four months.
Is it worth spending three or four months preparing just for a celebration
The young historian shook his head, sighed, and laughed again.
"Well, it's worth it."
He said this to himself.
At this time, the World of Warcraft leather paper on the wooden platform had dried. He took out a sturdy box, pinched a handful of gem powder that was finer than flour, sprinkled it evenly on the Warcraft leather paper, and then read Spell.
Along with the wonderful spell, magic runes appeared on top of the piece of Warcraft skin, slowly fell down, and merged with it.
At first there was a clear distinction between the two sides, and there was a feeling that oil and water were incompatible. But as the magic continued, this feeling gradually weakened, and finally the two sides merged perfectly, just like mixing alcohol and water, becoming one and the same, regardless of each other.
Only then did the historian, who had sweat on his forehead, stop and finish casting the spell.
The originally gray-white Warcraft paper had now turned into light gold, and the original black-green writing on it took on a silvery-white light.
He held up the paper with great care, took down a book with several loose leaves from the nearby bookshelf, opened it, and put the paper on the last page.
This is the most important job of historians, recording history.
To this end, they need to dedicate their entire lives and vow not to seek fame or fortune, not to leave any descendants, but to pass on their ideals from generation to generation. In exchange for this is the ability to create these marvelous pages that are virtually indestructible.
On that shelf, there are some other books, which are the culmination of the lifelong efforts of his teacher, his teachers' teachers, and the historical scholars of their faction.
And this room is the holy place of the historians, their temple, their altar, the place where they pray and fight.
The young historian finished his work for the day, put away all his tools, and walked out of the room tiredly.
He felt very tired and needed to go out for a walk, then eat a big meal and have a good rest.
Walking on the streets full of tourists and workers, he looked at the increasingly lively scene and couldn't help but smile.
After a while, he came to the square. A bard who had painted his face into grotesque shapes with oil paint and could not be described as funny was wearing colorful clothes, playing the balalaika and singing a cheerful ditty.
Beside the minstrel, many tourists listened with interest. After singing a song, instead of taking off his hat to ask for reward, the bard conjured up many green jellyfish gummies from nowhere and distributed them to the children around him.
The children were eating sweets and running around happily, while the adults thanked them profusely and followed them away.
"The work is going well today." The historian came over and said with a smile, "But it's surprising that you would do such a thing in your capacity."
"What's so surprising about this?" The chosen one of the God of Literature and Art said with a smile, "I am a bard. I perform on the streets and bring joy to people when I have nothing to do. Isn't it natural?"
"Just like you, as the chosen one in the 'scholar' field of the God of Knowledge and Culture, you are either busy teaching and educating people or recording history all day long."
The chosen one of the God of Literature and Art, the great writer, opera singer, musician, bard known to the world as "Shovalier von Storovsky Franz", and by the way, the Northwestern Republic Xiuge, a leader in the literary and art world, smiled and took out the wine bottle and handed it to the other party.
The elect of the God of Knowledge and Culture comes from the Hart family, which has been respecting the God of Scholars for hundreds of years and has been favored by him. Owen Hart, who can inherit the title of earl at any time, smiled and took the wine flask.
"To be honest, I don't like strong drinks." He said, but he opened the lid without hesitation, raised his neck and took a big sip.
Then his face immediately turned red, as if there was a flame burning.
"How can a man not drink strong alcohol!" Xiuge said with a laugh, "You are now an adult after all. Don't be the same mother-in-law as you were when you first came here."
"Age is nothing to you and me," Owen said. "Just like the strength of this wine, it actually means nothing to you and me. I just don't like the taste of this wine."
The elect has an immortal body and is immune to many abnormal conditions, one of which is "drunkness".
If necessary, both of them can drink the strongest wine in the world as cold water. No matter how much they drink, they will be full at best, and it is absolutely impossible to get drunk.
So Owen never understood why Shuge liked drinking
But this does not hinder their friendship.
"Speaking of...you haven't participated in a big celebration yet, have you?" Shuge took the wine bottle from Owen and raised his hand to wipe it on his face. The colorful paint disappeared without a trace, along with the colorful clothes on his body. It also changed into a simple robe, very similar to Owen who was dressed as a scholar next to him.
This is their normal attire. As for the fancy attire, it is just his costume when performing on the street.
"Yeah, I've never participated, so I'm looking forward to it," Owen said. "After this celebration, I will record it in detail and prepare a golden scroll specifically for this."
"... As for that? Creating an entire golden scroll is not an easy task for you now."
"But I think it is necessary. Historical scholars have always paid too much attention to the records of those 'big events', but they have not taken it seriously when it comes to people's lives and all aspects of society. Or in their view, the happiness of civilians Anger, sorrow, and joy are completely unworthy of mention." Owen said seriously, "This is wrong! No matter how great a person is, he comes from ordinary people. No matter how important things are, they all come from little things. It has been accumulated and developed. As a historian, I want to record the joys, sorrows, and joys that ordinary people should remember, and also record the causes and consequences of major events that affect the world."
"This is quite difficult." Xiuge himself took a sip of wine and said, "I'm afraid you will spend your whole life on this matter."
"What's wrong with that? Find something worth doing for your whole life, and then spend your whole life doing it well. Such a life couldn't be more perfect."
Xiuge nodded: "That's right. Being able to spend your whole life on something worth doing and doing it well. Such a life can be said to be perfect and enviable!"
"What about you?" Owen asked.
Shuge smiled: "I'm not as serious as you, nor as serious as you. I just want to be my bard, bring laughter and happiness to people, and spread those wonderful ideas, interesting stories, and beautiful music. ,Will suffice."
"That's good too."
"Of course, I am a voter after all. If I don't do well, wouldn't it be an insult to His Majesty's eyes?"
"Haha! It's getting late, and I'm a little hungry. Let's go have a meal?"
"Okay, your treat."
"... Great writer, you are richer than me."
"You are a noble. If the nobles don't treat you, is it okay for me, a commoner, to treat you?"
The two of them drifted away and slowly walked into a nearby restaurant.
The square was full of people marveling and laughing.