258, Farewell My Concubine, You Are the Real Overlord (Please Order All)

Silence!

No one spoke!

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Once Liu Sheng finished speaking, he stepped back a few steps, and several young warriors came over with swords, forming a siege. They didn't want to bully others like this, but the boy in front of them was not easy to deal with.

Three people!

There were three people in total!

The two people in the lead looked at each other and decided on the battle method.

The man on the left shook his wrist, and the bamboo sword stabbed diagonally. This bamboo sword should be specially made, black, reflecting the cold light. Although it is not as good as a real sword in the hands of a swordsman, a sword pierced his throat and rushed forward, and there was a strong wind coming towards him.

The man on the right was half a step slower, but he attacked the middle three routes, focusing on the left side.

The last young warrior who fell behind fell behind and gathered his strength.

Bai Gui closed his eyelids slightly, and immediately grasped the handle of the bamboo sword on the ground with his right palm, took a small step, and went forward.

He deliberately exposed a gap in his stomach, and the bamboo sword was placed across his chest to block the throat stab of the young warrior on the left.

In close combat, the right hand came with a recoil force!

Bai Gui raised his arm and swung the bamboo sword to slide down and stab diagonally, blocking the man on the right again. However, in the blink of an eye, while the man on the right was stabbing the stomach, he added his left hand to hold the handle of the sword, and the tip of the sword was diagonally across the right to block the attacking bamboo sword.

He used two minds at the same time, and kicked the lower body with a sweeping kick.

The two men shrank back and retreated half a step.

The situation changed!

Bai Gui relied on his high strength and took advantage of the two men's low steps to protect their lower bodies, holding the sword with both hands to press down the two men's bamboo swords.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of sword attacks like a rainstorm of pear blossoms continued to come!

Twisting the waist like a millstone!

The explosive power of the swing was faster than the last.

At first, the two young warriors could still catch it, but in the blink of an eye, they caught dozens of swords, their wrists were sore, and they could no longer hold the handle of the sword.

It was like a rainstorm, and the banana tree could catch the water.

But the water was too much and poured!

Finally, the young warrior who fell behind the two saw that Bai Gui was unprepared and exposed a flaw, so he rushed forward and stabbed Bai Gui's right rib.

It was much more thrilling for one person not to fight than for three people to fight at the same time.

Because you need to be fully alert to deal with the enemy, you can't devote all your mind to the battle.

Very insidious! Very cunning!

"Come on!"

Bai Gui sneered, and he made a feint, loosening his attack. The two young warriors who were facing the enemy suddenly relaxed their minds when they saw this. Before they could react, they saw a cold white tooth reflected in the depths of their pupils.

Then, they saw the young man like a kite flying through the forest, diagonally chiseling into the forest, punching one man in the chest and abdomen, and then turning around and hitting the other man in the back with a punch.

These two punches made the two men's eyes roll back and feel dizzy.

No matter how exquisite the sword technique is, it's a pity that it's just a bamboo sword, and it's difficult to win immediately, so Bai Gui directly injured them with the Pi Gua Quan. Pi Gua Quan is an extremely fierce fist technique. Even if these two warriors are hit in the vitals, they can't get up for a while.

In the air where Bai Gui and the two young warriors were entangled, the warrior who was looking for an opportunity to stab was useless.

This was also Bai Gui's intention.

He took this opportunity to turn the passive into active.

"With this knife, I will show you what the real swordsmanship is..."

Bai Gui narrowed his eyes and looked at the last young warrior who was seven or eight steps away from him. He rushed forward at this moment, his steps getting faster and faster. When the young warrior stared at his knife, he saw that the bamboo sword that was pressed diagonally was thrown into the air by him.

Confused? Surprised?

The young warrior was uneasy. He had just been in high spirits, but then he was weak. Now he was a little demoralized. When he met the enemy, he had a premonition of defeat before the battle, so he was timid in attacking the enemy.

He didn't know whether to stare at the knife or the person.

But the person had arrived, one or two steps away from him, so he collected his mind and held the knife to meet the enemy.

The bamboo sword fell, just beside the young man, and he caught the knife. Without turning the handle, the blade slashed forward diagonally.

It was a very simple action.

The sword technique of breaking the front - throwing the knife and catching the knife!

"I lost!"

Nakata Sanban looked at the bamboo sword across his waist and abdomen, and the young man who was squatting and bending his knees. His mind was a little dazed, his expression was slightly stunned, and his pupils were dilated.

He didn't even see how the sword was drawn just now, and the hand holding the bamboo sword was also shaking slightly.

If it were a real fight now, I'm afraid he would have been killed by seppuku long ago!

"Won?"

Yagyu's eyes were slightly fixed, and his voice was cold and hoarse, "The three of them are not real shogunate samurai, but I taught them some sporadic kendo skills..."

He walked forward, and he had seen some of the sword moves just now.

He had a certain degree of confidence.

"The real Yagyu Shinkage-ryu Kendo, it's me!"

He spoke each word.

The hyena staring at the prey laughed, and the cold venomous snake spit out its tongue.

There was a commotion outside the field.

Most of them were voices of defending injustice.

There were some Japanese among them.

In Japan, Bushido is part of the spiritual core of Japan. But many people are not very fond of Bushido, especially some students in the Faculty of Literature of the First Faculty, who regard these people as reckless men.

Not to mention, in the eyes of many people with the current abolished sword order, samurai are a thing from the old era, and civilized people in the new era should not be so barbaric. This is also part of Westernization.

"Come on, let me teach you the swordsmanship of the Qing Dynasty!"

Once Yagyu turns a blind eye, a real warrior can abandon some distracting thoughts and only win and take the enemy's head!

"Senior Yagyu, please wait a moment!"

Bai Gui slowly put away the bamboo sword and held it in his hand, but not in a posture to face the enemy. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. It seemed that the battle just now lasted only a few minutes, but it consumed a lot of energy. He took a few breaths. He said gruffly: "I must have remembered the content of the war letter correctly, and I shouldn't have remembered it wrong..."

Liu Shengyi's face turned a little cold, as if he had realized something.

This guy doesn't look like a young and energetic person!

"I said..."

"Challenge all the kendo halls and judo clubs of No. 1 High School and Tokyo University, whether it is their students or teachers, but if I remember correctly, I am the deputy minister, and I am qualified to list the students and teachers of the kendo club and judo club. In the query, your name was not found!”

Bai Gui paused and said, "You asked me to challenge you. This is very difficult!"

He is not a reckless person. If he is really arrogant, he will suffer big losses. Only when he is confident enough can he do things that are sure to win. A little uncertainty is also within the tolerance range.

The first high school is only a preparatory course for two years, so it is connected with the Kendo Club and Judo Club of Dongda University. As the deputy minister, it is not difficult for him to check some lists. There is nothing to hide.

And outside the house, low laughter sounded.

Yagyu Shengyi's face was ugly, and his expression kept changing.

He had calculated so hard and was so despicable that he failed to see this. From the beginning to the end, Bai Guixia's tactical instructions did not say that he was going to challenge him, the remaining samurai at the end of the shogunate.

Moreover, he lost face in front of so many people.

"But... Senior Yagyu, since you want to compete with a junior like me, then..."

"Junior means just like you, old man!"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Gui's movements suddenly changed. His male and female feet pressed the handle of the knife, and he drew the knife and raised it violently.

Breaking Edge Sword Technique—Drawing the Sword!

"Da Qin?"

Bai Xiaowen couldn't help but repeat this sentence. Those who lived in Qin Province were not familiar with the word Qin. They were not necessarily interested in the dynasty two thousand years ago, but the symbol Qin has been imprinted on the bloodline. middle.

That's why I had such a big reaction when I heard this sentence.

"Yes, it's the Great Qin! The ancient Han Dynasty sent envoys to open up the Western Regions. They learned that people similar to us lived in the far west, so they called it the Great Qin. It is also what foreigners call the Holy Roman Empire now, although... Not very orthodox…”

Bai Gui saw everyone looking at him, and after thinking for a moment, he told them the connected historical facts.

At this time, although some people had begun to study some records about the West in historical history books, there were only a few people like him who looked at the history of history in later generations and narrated it from a macro perspective.

Every condensed common knowledge in later generations was obtained by countless scholars.

In addition, the information cocoon in the late Qing Dynasty was not something that ordinary people could break.

Bai Gui thought of this and paid a lot of attention when he spoke, but he still shared with a few people some basic knowledge of history and foreign customs and culture. These are found in a vast sea of ​​books, but he refined them and related them to There are still only a few macro-narratives from the perspective of the entire world...

Several people listened in awe. This kind of insightful explanation was better than ordinary storytelling.

Even some diners at the next table couldn't help but listen.

But Bai Gui is also extremely cautious. He will never spit out some words related to the government easily. They are just some popular science and cultural knowledge. It doesn't matter if others know about it.

"Brother Bai can compile these words and write a book on foreign culture and customs. Maybe it will be a big seller."

Zhou Yuan suggested as he has business acumen.

He thinks this is due to Bai Gui's ability to have a photographic memory. He has read a lot of books and has his own understanding. He has mastered it and written down these "experiences". Selling is also a business.

The books sold in bookstores now are all cultural studies of a certain country. Such popular science books are rare.

One Hundred Thousand Whys will be shown to primary school students in later generations. If it were put to the present, it would be a killer. It would definitely become a best-selling work and guaranteed to make a lot of money.

"I'll think about it."

Bai Gui frowned, but there was nothing to say.

If he were in the south now, it would be a good idea to write and publish this popular science book. But he had read the Holy Edicts and Guangxun, and knew how strict the Qing government was in controlling thoughts. If he was labeled as a rebel, there would be no place to cry.

Money is not lacking now.

Reputation, it is not too late to write until you have a certain status.

Zhou Yuan and others did not doubt that he was there. They were currently studying Spanish, which was already taxing their brains. Besides, writing a book was also a time-consuming process. There might not be a first draft within a month or two.

A few people finished the meal quickly.

Go to the back of the stable, lead their horses, settle the remaining money, and leave the inn.

"Let's go to Yage Girls' School and pick up my sister..."

Zhou Yuan led a bay-red horse and said with a wink.

A few days ago, he sent Miss Zhou San to Ya Ge Women's School, but he saw many young and beautiful girls in the school. They were all fair-skinned and pampered boudoir ladies. They were very different from the girls he saw in the countryside and were very pleasing to the eye.

"Let's go!"

In addition to Bai Gui, the other two men also had their hearts moved and urged.

A man is a teenager until he dies.

From childhood to adulthood, the bad habit of lust cannot be changed.

Confucius also said that food and sex are human nature.

Ya Ge Women's School is located in Ganyuan School, at the Nanyuan Gate of the provincial capital. Ganyuan School is the first private school in Qin Province. It was founded by Yan Peitang in the 29th year of Guangxu. It has a women's school named after his wife Yang Ya Ge. However, last year, Ganyuan School was forced to close, leaving only Ya Ge Women's School.

It's strange to say that after Ganyuan School closed, Ya Ge Women's School has attracted more and more people.

Riding horses is not allowed in the provincial capital, but this rule has long been ignored. However, it is still rare to see people riding horses on the busy streets. After passing a few streets and alleys, they saw that there was no one around, so they rode on horses. They did not dare to drive too fast, but drove slowly.

But the speed was much faster than walking before. After about two quarters of an hour, they arrived at the South Courtyard Gate.

After getting off the horse, before reaching the gate, they heard the noise inside the girls' school, which was crisp and pleasant.

The courtyard wall was high, as high as two people, like a tightly closed prison, and it was difficult to peek inside from the outside.

The gatekeeper was not a man, but an old woman.

"Please tell them."

Zhou Yuan said to the gatekeeper.

While the gatekeeper entered the lecture hall of the girls' school, several people also saw several female students playing and fighting inside through the crack of the black painted door, which was half-closed and about the size of a fist.

Although they were playing, their every move was very appropriate and virtuous. It should be the etiquette taught in the girls' school. Like the girls' schools in Japan, they teach how to raise their husbands and children, as well as some principles of cooking.

Next to the Ya Ge Girls' School is a newsstand.

It is probably to serve female students, and the staff of the newsstand here are also women.

Bai Gui felt bored, walked to the newsstand, and began to read the newspapers here. The newspapers and newly edited magazines were placed in the most conspicuous place, because he had subscribed to the latest newspapers of the Normal School, which was both comprehensive and extensive, so his eyes looked at the secluded places, which were also old newspapers and magazines.

Both sides are killing time.

Picked up a newspaper with the cover of "Guangtong Newspaper" written on it, and the year was written on it in the Western calendar in 1897. The editor-in-chief of the newspaper on it was written in three big characters, Yan Peitang. He was the principal of the Ya Ge Girls' School. It was normal for the newsstand here to sell the newspaper he founded.

In the reporter column, it was written as the special reporter Yu Youren and the censor Song Bolu. The newspaper was quite thick, and on the lower left corner of the back it said 100 coins per copy.

"It seems that Principal Yan was forced to close Ganyuan School, and there may be other reasons..."

Bai Gui's eyebrows jumped. He didn't expect that a simple newspaper would involve so many big names. According to the time point, his senior Yu Youren ran away when he was serving as a special reporter...

Yes, the Normal School where he is now is also the Guanzhong Academy where Yan Peitang and Yu Youren studied.

He flipped through the newspaper casually.

It said: "On the Earth's Incense Industry", "The Situation of Indian Tea" and other major titles.

It introduced that the tea and incense industry of the Qing court is now being impacted by the tea and incense industry of India and Southeast Asia. In the long run, the country will inevitably be short of money and silver. The argument put forward is that national capital must be encouraged and industry must be developed vigorously.

Bai Gui read with great interest for a while. When he saw that there seemed to be some movement at the door, he rolled up the newspaper and paid at the newsstand. The old newspapers were not worth much, so they were much cheaper. A stack only cost twenty coins.

The unit price of newspapers and magazines is cheap, which is also relative. When Mr. Zhang Yueping painted Sanmao's Wanderings, he said that Sanmao sold a newspaper for four copper coins, and sold two newspapers for seven copper coins, which was cheaper.

Seven copper coins, if you save them, can feed a family of several people for a few days. In the most prosperous Shanghai market, a bowl of Yangchun noodles is only about two copper coins.

During the Republic of China, the advertising space on newspapers gradually increased. In the late Qing Dynasty, there were not many advertisements on newspapers. Therefore, the unit price of a newspaper is also very expensive, at least it is not affordable for ordinary people.

Because the Four Books and Five Classics have been printed in huge quantities since ancient times, woodblock printing is extremely skilled, and the content is fixed, so the price of a set of the Four Books and Five Classics can be kept very low.

Generally speaking, the price of woodblock printing is cheaper than movable type printing.

Most newspapers and periodicals at that time used manual lead movable type for typesetting, which was different from the printers of later generations, so it was understandable that they were expensive.

"This is just to order one issue of the newspaper!"

Seeing Bai Gui hesitate, Zhaifu smiled and said gently.

Three silver dollars were not a small amount of money at that time.

"If you are short of money for the time being, this money is not a big deal. I also have some helper jobs here. I can introduce you to the cost of ordering newspapers, and the cost of ordering newspapers can also be reduced..."

Zhaifu said.

For a higher school like theirs, they are generally not short of money, and they are short of big money, and they are not short of some small money to help students. However, the cost of ordering newspapers is expensive after all, and it can only be reduced by working as a helper in the academy. In addition, academies like theirs also purchase newspapers in large quantities, so they have a certain bargaining power.

He knew that Bai Gui came here to waive one year's tuition.

Just looking at his clothes, he doesn't look like a rich kid.

"No problem! No problem!"

Bai Gui took out three dragon coins from his bag, which he exchanged at the pawnshop.

Now most places in the provincial capital use silver dollars, and the old silver is a bit inconvenient, especially in new places like the Higher School, where students find it troublesome to collect silver and weigh it. So the monthly tuition is also required to be exchanged into silver dollars by students before going to the dormitory to pay.

So after he came to the provincial capital, he exchanged the silver dollars he carried with him to a nearby pawnshop for silver dollars.

The price of silver is cheap in the future, so he casually took a silver dollar to exchange for silver in the future, and after a few times, he had more and more silver dollars in his hand.

But after doing it a few times, he stopped.

Although colleagues are enemies, most pawnshops are angry with each other, otherwise how did the guild come about?

Zhaifu was surprised for a while, and then put away the silver dollars.

He took out the roster from the lacquered table, and took out a wool pen for writing small characters, and handed it to Bai Gui.

Bai Gui opened the roster, which had blue horizontal and vertical lines on it, but unlike later generations, there was no information to be filled in the first vertical or horizontal lines, and he had to fill it in himself.

He dipped the wool pen into the ink and began to write, asking as he wrote: "May I ask what the textbooks for the Japanese crash course are? Are they issued by the school, or do I need to buy them from the bookstore?"

"I don't quite understand this either. I'll take you to Shiwuzhai later, and you'll know if you ask your classmates."

Zhaifu replied.

"Then... thank you very much."

Pausing the pen and rubbing his wrist, Bai Gui finished writing his message.

Zhaifu frowned slightly when he saw the handwriting. The words on the book were neat but a little rigid. He advised: "You still need to practice calligraphy more."

"This..., thank you for reminding me, I will definitely practice calligraphy more."

Bai Gui's face flushed slightly. He was about to argue, but soon he was speechless and thanked Zhaifu instead.

Although Zhaifu was just the equivalent of the faculty and staff of the school in the future, he assisted in the management of the students and dormitories of the Normal School. But who says that the faculty and staff are inferior to the students in some places? His calligraphy may not be better than Zhaifu's.

You should know that the Normal School is close to the Confucian Temple in the provincial capital, where there are many steles and stones. Most of the calligraphers from past dynasties have left their original works there. Zhaifu's handwriting is better than his, which may not be a lie...

I can only secretly say that I will practice more in the future. The handwriting is like the character. When I send a visiting card to a big guy in the future, I am afraid that he will ignore it if the handwriting is too bad. A good handwriting can also make others look up to you.

"You have only been in school for five or six months?"

Zhaifu couldn't help but carefully observe the handwriting on the roster again, saying, "Could it be that you made a mistake, writing the year as the month? Please correct it."

"To be honest, old man, I have indeed been in school for less than a year. But I am good at memorizing and have a photographic memory. Therefore, although I have been in school for a short time, I have gained as much as I have for several years."

Bai Gui said very humbly, and there was also a bit of youthful vigor and confidence in his words.

When writing the roster, he hesitated a little, whether to write it down truthfully, but soon he made up his mind and wrote it down truthfully. Zishui County is not far from the Normal School, and you can find out with a little inquiry.

Although people are always used to lying, they generally hope that their children will tell the truth. Just like the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars, it completely eliminates the possibility of children being unfilial because of some unkindness of their parents.

Writing false is equivalent to having a stain.

Zhaifu stared at Bai Gui carefully for a few times, took a deep breath, and suppressed his inner restlessness. He was also a person who was well-read and knew that from ancient times to the present, there were many geniuses who could achieve more in one day than others in a year.

However, he looked at Bai Gui with a warmer expression. This was not rude at first and respectful later, but just a special care for some promising juniors. "Come on, I'll take you to eat first, and then I'll pick a room for you to stay in."

The two followed the corridor to the West Garden of the Normal School, which was a place for students to rest.

As for the East Corridor, it was the residence of the lecturer.

It was also time for dinner, and the students who went to school had not finished their classes yet, or were on their way to the canteen.

Zhaifu prepared the food for the two and sat down at the table in the canteen.

There was no need to be polite. Bai Gui came from the inn early in the morning and was very hungry. He didn't have time to eat breakfast in the morning. He looked at the steamed white buns and a plate of fried potato shreds and chewed them with big mouthfuls. He ate a mouthful of vegetables and buns and then a mouthful of rice porridge.

There was also a small dish of braised pork on the table, and he just took two chopsticks at the right time.

"Eat slowly, you young people, you don't know how to pay attention to your stomach when you are young, and you will feel pain when you are old!"

Zhaifu chewed slowly.

At the beginning of the meal, in less than an incense stick of time, the dining hall was filled with people one after another.

"Mr. Fujino, this is a student who has just entered the Japanese crash course. May I ask what textbooks the students in your class buy?" Zhaifu was eating when he suddenly saw a middle-aged man in a straight tweed suit coming over. He stood up, invited him to sit at the same table, and asked. Zhaifu chewed slowly.

It was time for dinner, and in less than an incense stick of time, the dining hall was gradually filled with people.