[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Cui Song listed the calculation steps step by step, and when he found the answer, he felt as if he had been separated from the world.

——I haven’t touched high-level math questions for more than half a year, and my mind is full of thoughts. I’m not used to picking up these again.

After solving the problem, "Cui Song" put away the workbook, took out a copy of "The Six Secret Teachings of the Grand Duke" from his bag, and began to supplement Cui Song's ancient art of war.

Cui Song: ...Who am I?Where am I?Why is there something spinning in front of my eyes?

Although "Cui Song"'s explanation is full of wit and wit, and the language is simple and incisive, it is almost impossible to get started in a field that has never been touched.

"Cui Song" also understands this, so after finishing a section, he added a few short stories to help the other party understand.Then stop continuing, leaving a little time for Cui Song to digest.

When the waiter at the restaurant served the dessert, "Cui Song" looked at his watch: "It's time for you to wake up from the dream, do you have any questions to ask before you leave?"

"How did you celebrate the Double Ninth Festival in ancient times?"

"Climb the heights, admire the chrysanthemums, eat Double Ninth Cakes, and worship ancestors." "Cui Song" slowly spooned a piece of muffin pudding under Cui Song's dark eyes, "Nine is a positive number, Double Nine is a good day, suitable for everyone Have a meal and celebrate."

Thinking of the wild vegetable feast in the past few days, Cui Song felt that the future was not bright.

"So you came over to celebrate?"

"No. I just heard that the food here is delicious, so I came here to experience it." "Cui Song" put down the spoon and leaned back on the bench.When the temperature in the air dropped significantly, he raised his hand as a sign of surrender, "Okay, I won't provoke you anymore...do you have any other questions?"

"Who is your enemy?"

"...Huh?" Ming Che's phoenix eyes widened slightly, "Cui Song" repeated his words word by word, with a slight puzzlement in his tone, "My enemy?"

Cui Song told the truth about the previous two assassinations.By the way, let's talk about destroying the piano.

"Why don't you care about things outside your body." "Cui Song" didn't complain about him chopping the piano, and even showed a little praise for his ingenuity.Then, with a solemn expression, he seriously recalled for a moment, and said with certainty: "Song has never had any enemies with others."

If the original owner never provoked the enemy, what happened to the two assassinations?

Regardless of whether the assassins they met twice were the same person or not, judging from their behavior, they were all well-trained dead soldiers, and they were unreserved in their strikes, obviously trying to put him to death.

If it weren't for the deep hatred, where did this repeated interception and killing come from?

"People don't hurt tigers, but tigers eat people's hearts. Song has never made enemies with others, but it may not be possible that no one will have secret resentment against Song."

"Why?"

"For example," "Cui Song", who unconsciously switched to classical Chinese because of a serious conversation, switched back to vernacular, "You are walking on the street with a white jade bottle half a person's height in your arms, and your sight is blocked by the bottle..."

"...Bringing such a big white jade bottle around the market, you will be robbed."

"..." "Cui Song" paused, and said, "I'm just assuming a scene."

"Okay, please continue."

"At this time there is another person with the same situation as you, and then you bumped into..."

Cui Song raised his eyebrows: "Really touch the 'porcelain' scene?"

"Cui Song" automatically filtered out his complaints, "The jade bottle shattered to the ground, would you blame that person?"

"No." Cui Song said bluntly, "First, it was an unintentional mistake. Second, both parties have responsibilities, and the responsibilities are equal."...It's nothing to move a white jade bottle, and I'm in a hurry.

"But the other party doesn't necessarily think so."

Cui Song understood in seconds.

There are always some people who, when something goes wrong, don't think about the cause and effect, their own faults and other people's difficulties, and they like to blame others.Or, because of a trivial matter, he is unforgiving, narrow-minded, and holds a big grudge, as if others owe him for taking a breath of air.

"So, there may be something that seems trivial to you, which makes someone bear a grudge, and you want to get rid of it quickly?"

"It's very likely so." "Cui Song" nodded, "But I have no idea who it is... Be careful."

Cui Song responded, and asked the second question: "Give me a copy of #曲志才的攻略#, I'm afraid I'll be exposed in less than three seconds in front of him."

"Cui Song" roughly described Xihuan's personality, hobbies, and living habits. "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"There is a man who is an alcoholic, how can he be persuaded to quit drinking?"

"There's shit in wine, and there's poison in shit."

"..." Cui Song twitched the corner of his mouth, "If I wanted to hit you, how would you convince me to give up this idea?"

"Come and hit me, you punch me a few times, and I will eat a few dishes in front of you when I fall asleep next time."

"..." Cui Song took a deep breath, "Can you be serious?"

"This is indeed Song's answer." "Cui Song" said, "If you have any questions, please ask them together."

"If a person is in a bad mood when the Double Ninth Festival is approaching, what is the reason?"

"Maybe he thought it was stupid to plant dogwood?"

"I just think your answer is ridiculous."

"Or does he hate the taste of Chongyang Cake?"

Cui Song was powerless to complain, but thinking of Guo Jia's sensitivity and disgust towards the smell of peas last time, he actually believed this weird answer a little bit.

"Or maybe," "Cui Song" put away the casualness on his face, and said in a slow voice, "It's not necessarily true that it's not necessarily true."

Touching the scene to make you fall in love...

Cui Song was thoughtful.

"As for quitting alcohol...whether to drink or not to drink, it's all on his mind. If he doesn't have the heart to quit, so what if you talk about it?"

Accept it humbly, never repent, nothing more.

What to do or not to do depends on one's will. Only oneself can be responsible for oneself, and no one else can intervene.

Cui Song felt that what the other self said was very reasonable. Seeing that the surrounding scenery was covered with a layer of mist, and seemed to be waking up, he took the time to ask: "What about you, don't you have anything to ask me?"

"Not yet."

Cui Song was a little disbelieving: "Aren't you worried about revealing your secrets in front of acquaintances?"

"In the beginning, it was indeed full of flaws," "Cui Song" took out a few blank sheets of paper from his bag, "but there is this."

Cui Song took a closer look and recognized that the words written on it were lines from a drama.

The club he signed up for in college was the drama club, and he was lured into it by a senior sister from the acting department. In the end, he somehow became the pillar of the club, playing plays every day, reciting lines, and being taught acting experience by the president... ...Thanks to this, his acting skills soared, and he didn't show his secrets after time travel.

"On the first day I came here, your roommate asked——Cui Song, are you being fucked or are you crazy about the drama?"

"..." Cui Song immediately knew that it was Mi Lu from bed No. [-] asking, "How do you answer?"

"'Being pierced'." "Cui Song" said, "Then I looked down at the script—the story of that script is a bit ridiculous, and your simplified characters, to be honest, I'm still not used to it."

"You just tell him you've been fucked?"

"Anomalies are monsters. The easier the answer is, the less people will believe it." He continued, "Seeing that I ignored him, Mi Lu just looked through the script in his hand and said, 'Drama clubs are poisonous and crazy. Grabbed a', gnawed on a popsicle and left."

"In order to know what 'being worn' means, I groped to use Baidu on my mobile phone—thanks to Wang Jie next door who was using his mobile phone to copy homework online, and showed me how to use the mobile phone, and the mobile phone can be handwritten, otherwise..."

Yes, the same black eyes, the advantage of the ancient "Cui Song" lies in: he can use the Internet as a powerful tool to investigate doubts and solve doubts, and he has a double business, and he has a very thorough grasp of people's hearts. The problem was resolved with ease.

As for Cui Song?

Although he doesn't have Baidu, but now, he has a foreign aid that is not Baidu better than Baidu.

The amount of ancient knowledge reserves is LV.100√, and you can also use the Internet√.

Even if you encounter a problem that the great god "Cui Song" can't solve, just move your finger and call him Baidu, 1+1>2, after the double filtering of Baidu & Doll Baidu, will the so-called problem still be a problem?

Although it can only be asked in a dream and cannot be used in real time, for him, this is already a pie from heaven, a unique surprise.

At this time, "Cui Song" suddenly said: "Actually, strictly speaking, I still have questions to ask."

"what?"

"What's your Steam[1] password?"

"There are also accounts of LOL, Overwatch OW, H1Z1 and other games... why are you rubbing your neck with your hands?"

"Manual goodbye."

"..."

In the end, Cui Song reported a series of account passwords to "Cui Song", and asked him about fencing and fighting skills before leaving.

"Cui Song" hooked his fingers towards him, indicating that he would give him a demonstration.

Cui Song walked a few steps closer, "Cui Song" threw him an unused chopstick: "Do it."

Cui Song grabbed the bare chopsticks, tried to hypnotize that what he was holding was a sword, his eyes froze, and he raised his hand to stab the opponent.

The next second, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, he felt a pain in his throat, and an arm went around his shoulder, strangling his throat with the socket of his elbow.

"Soldiers have power. Power is not as good as people, so it is better to strike first and take it cunningly."

Then he let go of his hand, and said with a feeling, "It seems that it's time to say goodbye too... Say hello to brother Zhicai for me."

……

Cui Song woke up from the dream, touched his stiff and sore neck as if it had fallen into a pillow, and felt nostalgic for all kinds of comfortable soft pillows in modern times.

He picked up the coat on the side of the couch, covered his yawn and went out. The sky was dim, and a round of red sun hung at the end of the mountain peak, half-bright, as if he was about to fall at any moment, indescribably depressed.

Aroused by the scene like the background board of a horror movie, Cui Song became sober.The morning breeze was a bit cold, and he was about to go back to his room to sleep when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white figure not far away...

Cui Song walked over, stood in front of the fence surrounded by wild vines, and finally saw the true face of the shadow.

She was dressed in white, her long hair was untied, and the ends of her hair were especially steamy, as if she had just taken a shower.

Even though he was dressed in plain clothes, Cui Song could still recognize the other party at a glance with his clean appearance.

"Guo Jia?"

Guo Jia didn't notice his arrival, and stood with his eyes closed, his lips opened and closed, and he was talking in a low voice.

Cui Song looked left and right, but he didn't see anyone, just in a strange moment, he saw Guo Jia took out a wine bottle from his arms, lifted the wine seal, tilted his hand, and let the clear drink in the bottle pour down , There was a clear spring in front of him.

When the wine was submerged in the mud, Cui Song belatedly thought——

Could this be... offering sacrifices?

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[In short, "Song of Cui" with double quotation marks is the ancient version of the great song, and the one without double quotation marks is our protagonist]... as witty as you can definitely understand (′∩ω∩｀)

[1] Steam: The Sream platform is currently the world's largest comprehensive digital distribution platform.Players can buy, download, discuss, upload and share games and software on this platform.