Historians travel through the Qin Dynasty

Before he could do anything, the man woke up.

My first thought was to run, run.

After all, we can't beat it now.

As soon as he ran out of the divine realm, what Lin Chuyuan gave me to eat was effective, and he was dizzy, and he fell from the clouds to the mortal world at a uniform speed.

Let's see who is blessed to catch me. No one counts.

Well, there really isn't anybody. It's also good that there is no such thing as repaying the gratitude.

Rolling down at the foot of Mount Tai, he lay down for a while and then became energetic.

"Your Majesty! The wheels can't be like this! You have to use grass ......."

I was agitated, rolled over and sat up.

Ying Zheng began to seal the Zen. Look at my luck.

Floating to the sky and looking down, the grass is high and the forest is deep, majestic and majestic.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the clouds and mist are flying under your feet, and the geese are circling.

Looking closely, Ying Zheng's team quarreled with Confucianism.

"You are disrespectful to the ancestral gods!"

"Ancestor Heavenly God, I'm afraid that the ancestor and the Heavenly God will also give His Majesty some thin noodles!" a certain minister smacked at Confucius.

"You, you, you...... You are really barbarians! You deserve to make a fortune in the West!".

"As far as you deserve to say that we are all useless things! Dare to ask which country in the past used your knowledge to use it, and did it ever win against my Great Qin?"

I took some melon seeds and sat on the floor.

As soon as he sat down, an old Confucian came to reconcile. I looked at the melon seeds, then at him, and wanted to get rid of him.

"What are your bones, what should you do?"

When the Confucian scholars heard this, they dispersed with unconvinced faces. Leaving the old Confucian to apologize to the ministers, with a flattering face.

"Don't be angry, they have forgotten all their usual things, and I hope you will forgive them. "

The minister snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and left, and immediately told Li Si.

"Tell me...... This...... This Confucian ......

".

I also saw Li Si floating, and I saw that he was gray-haired and old. I didn't feel that he was so tired.

"Don't worry. That's how they do it on a daily basis. Full of benevolence and morality, that style, that look...... Those who know say that they are incomparably fine literati, but those who don't know, when they see that lofty appearance, they become disgusted. After speaking, Li Si laughed, "This kind of style, let them enjoy themselves." "

"But you have to remember that such Confucian scholars can talk nonsense, and people are terrible, and who knows if what you say to them today will be spread with oil and vinegar. The wisdom of Confucius was ruined like this by this group of Confucian scholars. Li Si shook his head and sighed slightly.

After thinking for a while, Li Si hugged a fist at the top right of his head, "Even the respected teacher didn't teach like this in the past." What kind of style, what kind of artificiality......" Li Si waved his hand and walked out slowly.

The next day, the meditation began.

About eighty people, walking on the mountain road.