The author has something to say:
1. There have always been readers who questioned why Ling Xiao, who had beaten Burning Jade, could not beat Ying Feng. Yesterday, Zhuyue, who had beaten Burning Jade, had beaten Naked Crane. The original text has already written this clearly. When the wind was blowing, the effect of burning ember had expired, and he had a coming-of-age ceremony with Ying Feng under the condition of side effects + serious injury.
2. Some people think that the contract of chasing the pillow crane is a divine exhibition/temporary intention/lalang match. The prophecy of the pillow crane appears in chapter 22, and the hint given in the speech is earlier: the owner of the contract is not necessarily an attack , not referring to the virgin Pingzong.
There is a special training task today. The instructor came to the playground early in the morning to set up the venue, and then saw Ling Xiao and Ying Feng who were running in the morning. Ling Xiao ran far ahead, and Ying Feng stopped when he saw him.
"You two are really hardworking," the instructor expressed surprise. "Didn't you say that you have more than enough physical fitness for the entrance exam?"
"It was requested by Ling Xiao himself," Ying Feng also stepped aside and looked at the jumping figure on the runway with the instructor. After deciding to take the exam, Ling Xiao regarded Qi Zhu as a future competitor, not because he was Qizi lowered his demands on himself.
"He recently ran every morning, did special mental training during the day, and actually fought at night. When he went back, he read the history book very late." Almost every night, he had to use some compulsive means to turn off the lights.
The instructor nodded in appreciation and said, "Ling Xiao is very talented. It's rare to see someone with excellent talent and hard work like him. Over the years, he has always aimed to surpass you. I have seen him train alone until late at night on the eve of the exam. , when he asked who of the two of you had the highest grades after the test the next day, I couldn't bear to hit him. In fact, in any class, he could come out on top with his strength, and it just so happened that I met you this time."
Ling Xiao just finished a lap and came to the two of them, "What are you talking about?"
"No," the instructor quickly changed the subject, "Ying Feng just said that you read books late every day. In fact, studying history is not only a way of reading books, but visiting a history museum will also be very rewarding."
"Museum?" Ling Xiao's eyes lit up. In fact, after a few days of hard work, he has greatly improved his view of history. He no longer thinks it is a very boring subject, but has become a little interested. Hearing that there was a museum to visit, he immediately turned his attention to Ying Feng, his intention clearly written on his face.
"Let's go." Ying Feng turned around and left, Ling Xiao said hello to the instructor and followed quickly, the instructor looked at their backs and breathed a sigh of relief, it was a pity that he didn't become the deed master, but it seemed that he had already looked for them. set your own new direction.
The history museum mentioned by the instructor is not too far from Bikong. It only took a while to get there. The museum is open to the public to visit, and you can enter without buying a ticket.
This museum is divided into display areas not by age, but by type. Ling Xiao studied the floor plan and decided to start the tour from the military and political area on the top floor.
Once he got to the top floor, he was attracted by the busts on both sides of the promenade. These statues were made by later generations. In front of each statue, there is a glass showcase, which displays the dagger used by this person, and his life is engraved below.
Ling Xiao, who had been studying history hard for several days, finally stopped smearing his eyes when he saw these historical celebrities, and he knew the first person at the beginning.
"I know him. He is the general marshal who overthrew the emperor's rule and established the republic. The first year of the new calendar refers to the year he established the country."
Ying Feng hummed lightly, affirming that he could accurately describe the historical common sense in the first-grade textbook.
Ling Xiao received "Ying Feng-style encouragement", and he continued to talk one by one with great interest. Later, he could recognize less and less, and Ying Feng also explained to him one by one.
After walking through the long corridor, I almost watched the history of Tiansu. At the end of the corridor, there were still several empty seats waiting. Ling Xiao said with emotion: "If my bust can also appear here in the future, I will not be in this life. Live in vain."
"We have been sleeping and waking up constantly, how do you know that there is no you in front of us?"
A word woke Ling Xiao up, and when he looked back, he saw that everyone's portraits had become more lively and kind. Everyone may be in the same era as him, may be a hero to look up to, but may also be a close companion, a comrade in arms, or even a family member who gets along day and night, or even himself. Thinking this way, it seems that there is no gap in time. exists.
"You're right, maybe there's not only me, but you too," he looked around, and finally pointed at the founding marshal, "I think this looks a lot like you."
Ying Feng silently put the three words "face blindness" that he read from alien medical books on Ling Xiao, it seems that there is one more disease that Tiansu people will suffer from.
If the face blindness is true, then Ling Xiao can't believe it when he said that there is a first-year baby in the academy who looks like an ancestor of Tiansu people.
"Ah," Ling Xiao suddenly pointed forward at this time, "Isn't that person Xinglou?"
Ying Feng followed his instructions and saw a person standing alone beside the showcase in the very center of the hall. He didn't bend over to take a detailed look like an ordinary tourist, but he was almost all close to the showcase, and his raised right hand was even more so. stayed on the glass.
He looked down at the cultural relics displayed inside, his expression was not so much viewing, but rather mourning. There was an indescribable emotion flowing in his eyes, and a person would definitely not show an emotionless object. this expression.
"Xinglou!" Ling Xiao's voice was particularly loud in the empty and silent museum. Xinglou's hand bounced off like an electric shock, and the person also took a big step back, forcing a distance from the showcase.
After seeing the person calling his name clearly, he also showed a docile and harmless smile, "Senior Ling Xiao."
The abnormal performance of Xinglou just now was not noticed by Ling Xiao. Seeing someone he knew here would only make him feel very fateful, "Are you coming to visit too?"
Xinglou responded, "The teacher mentioned this in the history class, so I came to take a look out of curiosity."
After he finished saying this, he turned his attention to the person next to Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao was suddenly very nervous. If the other party asked about Ying Feng, he would never be able to introduce him like other Qizi. is my lord.
But fortunately, Xinglou just glanced at it and then retracted his gaze, and did not ask the question that would embarrass Ling Xiao.
"Senior, I've finished reading this floor, you can continue to visit, I'm going downstairs."
"Oh, okay," Ling Xiao nodded to say goodbye to him when he saw him say that.
Xinglou and Ying Feng passed by, he unconsciously slowed down when they passed by, both of them tilted their heads slightly, and their eyes circled around each other, but then turned away.
Xinglou walked farther and farther, but Ying Feng did not look back. The distance between the two of them gradually widened, but Ling Xiao watched him for a moment.
"Strange, I saw the restored avatar on TV that day, and thought it was exactly the same as him, but today I saw him again, and I didn't think it was so similar."
"No, it's an exaggeration to say that they are identical, but there are still seven or eight similarities," Ying Feng lowered his face blindness by one level, "but there are many people who look alike, it's just a coincidence."
For example, he had a contract with a principal who had never met.
"What was he looking at just now? He was so fascinated by it," Ling Xiao also ran to visit the exhibition cabinet in the center. The cultural relics displayed there were only the size of the palm of his hand. They were old and severely corroded. He could vaguely recognize it as a badge.
On one side of the showcase, there is a restored three-dimensional projection of the cultural relic, allowing people to clearly see its original appearance. It has the outline of a hexagram with intricate patterns engraved in the center, the most obvious of which is a crown.
"This is the badge of the ancient royal family," Ling Xiao read the description. "It has a history of more than 4,000 years, and it is one of the oldest cultural relics so far." He expressed emotion after reading it, "4,000 years ago The things that are still preserved so well, it can be seen that the civilization of that year was also very developed."
"Is he really only a first grader?" Ying Feng asked suddenly.
"Of course, why do you ask that?"
"His eyes don't look like a baby."
"That's because you didn't see him being scared to death by spiders," Ling Xiao felt ridiculous when he thought about it, "but what should the eyes of the young state look like?" He only knew that the color of the young state's eyes should be What is it like.
Ying Feng did not continue to express his opinions. After the two people visited this floor, they came to the next floor where folk cultural relics were displayed.
The display area of folk cultural relics is obviously not as solemn as the top floor, with softer lighting and soothing music playing in the background.
"Thinking, thinking, stone." Ling Xiao read out the name of the cultural relic in front of him.
He looked down and saw that the stone was not a single piece, but a row, from left to right, there were about a dozen or so. Each stone was engraved with ancient characters that he could not understand. In front of the stone, there were also placed Year markings.
Only then did he notice that these stones were not unearthed from the same batch, and even the estimated ages were different. The one on the far left dates back to 4,000 years ago. , the marked age turned out to be 70-80 years ago.
"It stands to reason that objects within 100 years should not be classified as historical relics, but this kind of object is the only special case in this museum. The missing stone spans a considerable time zone from several thousand years to several decades. Its existence has exceeded the scope of cultural relics, and it is still an unsolved mystery in the field of history."
Ling Xiao raised his head and saw the museum employee who was explaining to him, standing by politely.
"Can I ask what's up with these stones?"
"These ancient relics from different ages have the same feature, that is, they are engraved with exactly the same text. When historians discovered the first stone of memory, they thought it was just an ordinary stone with ancient words inscribed, but when the first stone was found After the second and third came out one after another, people found that this kind of stone is far from being as simple as they thought."
"No one can live for thousands of years," Ling Xiao said, "The characters on these stones are probably carved by different people, such as the newest one, as long as they have been to the museum, anyone can do it. imitate."
"Theoretically this is the case, so the recent discovery of a stone caused considerable controversy, because the culture of the missing stone has been widely circulated and there are many imitators. But after repeated inspections by handwriting experts, the words on these stones, Whether in terms of writing habits or carving techniques, they are all from the same person, and this is the biggest inconceivable aspect of the Missing Stone."
"Is it so amazing?" Ling Xiao was stunned at first hearing, "Then what exactly is written on it?"
"It's an old language, it's pronounced Oh Samishukha, which translates into modern language, and it means I miss you."
"Oh Samishukha," Ling Xiao repeated.
"Yes."
Ling Xiao recited it silently twice again, and thought it sounded pretty good. He turned his head, and Ying Feng, who was still here just now, had already gone to another showcase, probably because he wasn't interested in this kind of content.
"The museum has opened this service, and interested tourists can carve a stone of their own, and we will send it to your partner through a time machine."
"Time Machine?"
The employee smiled, "It's not the kind you imagined. We will keep your miss stone in a safe place, and send it to the terminal number you reserved in three, five, or ten years later."
"So that's the case," Ling Xiao thought, "I don't have anyone I miss, so let's forget it."
"If you don't miss today, it doesn't mean you won't miss it in the future. The miss stone is a very popular token of love now. Its interpretation is that you can't wait to be with you all the time, even if you are a lover who gets along day and night, you will choose this kind of stone. A meaningful gift, leaving a little surprise for the person in the future."
Ling Xiao had to admit that he was very good at selling, which made him a little tempted. Although he has no lover now, since his life can be drastically changed in ten days, how long is ten years
"Well then," he agreed, "I'll carve one too."
The employee chose a stone for him and provided a writing sample of the old saying. Ling Xiao took out his dagger and carved it stroke by stroke.
"Okay," he handed the finished product to the employee, who took it with a smile, then froze.
"Your handwriting is imitated."
"Really? Maybe it was influenced by what I saw just now."
The employee nodded in agreement, "I'll pack it for you, have you selected the deadline for sending it?"
"The longest one," Ling Xiao swiped his card, hesitated when registering, and finally filled in Ying Feng's terminal number.
Ten years... If the awakening plan can be successful, the blood contract between him and Ying Feng should have been terminated at that time, so this is a goodbye gift for him.
As soon as he finished writing, Ying Feng turned back, "What are you doing?"
"No," Ling Xiao quickly stuffed things back to the staff, "just buy some souvenirs."
Ying Feng looked at him empty-handed, and really didn't think this sentence had any credibility.
Ling Xiao was really interested in the museum, and actually stayed in it for a whole day. Ying Feng thought that he would go back to the dormitory to rest after returning, but the other party asked to go to the training hall to practice "for a while".
After "a little while", Ling Xiao fell to the floor in sweat, and even Ying Feng was forced to sit on the ground and pant.
Ling Xiao finally stabilized his breathing, "Take a rest and come back."
"Again?"
"I didn't practice all day today, and I will waste another whole day donating blood tomorrow. If I don't work hard, I will be left behind by others."
Ying Feng couldn't help but ask, "Do you need to fight so hard?"
Ling Xiao, who was lying flat on the floor, raised a hand, and there was a slight distance between his thumb and index finger.
"Look, this is me and you in the past. The gap between us is only so little. I always feel that I can surpass you with a little more effort."
He opened the tiger's mouth completely, "This is me and you now. The gap between us is so big that no matter how hard I try to catch up, I can't catch up."
He put down his hands, looked directly at the ceiling, and said calmly, "Ying Feng, I will never catch up with you in this life, but whether it was before or now, my heart to shorten the gap has never changed, no matter what the gap is. A finger or a pinch, I will do my best to get close to your height."
Ying Feng was silent for a while, then stood up from the ground and held out his hand to him.
Ling Xiao held it back, and Ying Feng pulled him off the ground with a force.
He took a step back and showed his preparations to Ling Xiao.
"bring it on."