Chapter 445 Tiangang Miscellaneous Notes

Author: Moon into the Cold Abyss

Zhou Ming sat down on the stool and began to look through these ancient classics from the large box. The phantom of Ping Xingyue was beside him and explained to him that eight countries invaded the Qing Dynasty and started from Wanchun.

The story of Yuan taking away everything.

Zhou Ming is actually familiar with these stories. After all, his memory has been overwritten by Ping Xingyue with her memory. Although it is not a specific and real memory, the general description is very similar.

Naturally, he knew much more history than people like Wang Siyan, who had avoided historical education since childhood, but these ancient books in front of him still made Zhou Mingzhanger confused.

There are a lot of immortality cultivation techniques, a lot of strange medical books, and a lot of biographies of monsters and monsters.

Clemens just said that the undead soldiers of the Jiu Hua Kingdom are actually the zombie secret techniques spread from Wanchun Garden of the Qing Dynasty. Does that mean that these immortal cultivation techniques and weird medical skills are actually real?

"Don't forget the weird basic theory. If these techniques are really effective, the Qing Dynasty will not be invaded by the Eight Kingdoms. If any immortal cultivator comes out, won't it mean that those cannons and firearms are defeated?

These classics may have existed in the era when the author wrote them, but then the strange era fell and the ordinary era came, and the power of the spell faded like the tide. Then even if many people's thoughts were concentrated in one place, they would not be able to trigger supernatural phenomena. These

The works have naturally become fake." Ping Xingyue said.

Zhou Ming nodded and agreed: "But through these, we can at least know the real history. It is very likely that the history we are familiar with now has been continuously tampered with, but these books collected in the royal gardens should all be

It’s the original version and very reliable.”

"Well, if the emperor's collection is all books that an ordinary scholarly family can get, then it's not a big deal. And did you see the seal on it? These books all have the seal of 'authenticity' printed on them.

, it should be the emperor who asked someone to specially identify it and determine the age of the book."

"Did the Qing Dynasty have such superb archaeological technology?"

"Hmm... I don't think it's necessarily as accurate as it is now, but at least it's certain that the emperor and the appraisers felt that the content and year of these books were fine, so they kept them and they won't be handwritten copies or pirated copies."

Zhou Ming nodded and started reading one book at a time. Wang Siyan was also reading silently. She read it very seriously. For a girl like her who had never been exposed to history since she was a child and had never read any novels with high emotional ups and downs, whether it was

Whether it's a fantasy or a romance, you can watch them all.

In the evening, Clemens brought a wealth of food, which was turned into an extremely delicious dinner after simple cooking. Mary, Zhu Ying and others also met with Zhou Ming and others.

After briefly explaining the progress of the investigation, Mary sought Clemens's opinion and received permission to take these ancient books out of Penglai.

After several people had dinner, they read around the campfire as if they were sitting in a library studying. After learning about many demon records, Zhou Ming's attention was attracted by a book with a special material and a very old appearance.

The material is not paper, it feels like animal skin, but it is polished to be as light and thin as paper.

This kind of animal skin should have been refined with special techniques so that it remains soft and tough even after many years. The text in the animal skin book is also rather sloppy and unclear, and there are many errors and omissions.

Animal skin...is it sheepskin? It can't be human skin, right?

"That book...can't be read, but it is made of human skin. The paint used for writing is cinnabar, but it has seeped into it and cannot be washed away." Clemens saw Zhou Ming reading the book and looked at it from the side.

reminded.

Zhou Ming frowned and looked at the cover of the human skin book. There were only two words on it - [Miscellaneous Notes].

[In the eighth year of Zhenguan, he was summoned to the palace by His Majesty. His Majesty said to his ministers: "In ancient times, there was a strict Junping. How about I get you now?"

I replied to Your Majesty: "Jun Yan is not at the right time in his life, and my victory is far away."]

"Zhenguan?" Zhou Ming frowned, "That is, the Tang Dynasty. Is this human skin book from the Tang Dynasty? Who is Yan Junping? According to this year, who was the emperor at that time? It seems to be Taizong of the Tang Dynasty?"

Ping Xingyue: "Yan Junping was a man from the Western Han Dynasty. I remember that he seemed to be indifferent to fame and fortune, living in seclusion everywhere. He was a Taoist, good at divination, astronomy, divination and metaphysics. He knew everything. He was a very powerful person.

If you continue to look through it, I think I know who the owner of this human-skin book is."

Zhou Ming continued to turn the pages.

[In the Tang Dynasty, demons were rampant. Evil gods should be created to suppress them. They should be calculated based on luck and astrology. They should not be forced to create evil gods. People should be promoted to gods.]

The words written under this sentence suddenly became smaller and denser. Only many astrological names and Feng Shui terms can be vaguely seen, as well as many place names, time, disaster scale, etc., which is reminiscent of some kind of prophecy.

Then, at the end of the small characters, another line of characters became larger: [During the Wude period of the Tang Dynasty, this person went to the capital to take an examination, but failed because of his ugly appearance. His defense was fruitless, and he was killed in anger. The emperor heard about it and gave him a red official.

He was buried in a robe. He was both ugly and upright. He must be the master of catching ghosts.】

Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes: "Zhong Kui?"

"I can't be wrong, but wasn't Zhong Kui what Li Longji dreamed about? What does it have to do with Yuan Tiangang? And I wrote this sentence not long after the eighth year of Zhenguan." Ping Xingyue said to himself.

Zhou Ming turned to look at Ping Xingyue: "You mean, the author of this book is Yuan Tiangang?"

"I can't be wrong. Although I am not a generalist in history, I met the emperor during the Zhenguan period and was so highly regarded by the emperor. Compared with Yan Junping, he should be a master of metaphysics. The famous person at that time was Yuan

Tiangang, Li Chunfeng.

And I remember that Li Chunfeng seemed to have relatively high achievements in astronomy, geography, and astrology, but the small characters at the front of his book contained a lot of confusing and mysterious terminology, so I guessed it was Yuan Tiangang.

But don’t worry about it, just by reading this, you should be able to know who the author is soon.

The content of this book is so mysterious, could it possibly record the famous prophecy in the rumors?"

Zhou Ming recalled it and confirmed in his mind: ""Tui Bei Tu"?"

"That's right, Tuibei Tu." Ping Xingyue nodded slightly.

Zhou Ming continued to read, and the doubts in his heart emerged one after another.

Judging from the author's writing style and the layout of the articles, this is indeed an ordinary miscellaneous journal. But if it is just a miscellaneous journal, why does it use special human skin as paper and cinnabar?

The cinnabar that penetrates into the skin cannot be achieved by just writing.

Zhou Ming felt that there must be a reason for this, but soon, he saw some messy content.

To be precise, this should be Yuan Tiangang's temporary feeling in his daily life, so he recorded it. The time and place were very common, sometimes by the bedside before going to bed, sometimes in the courtyard after meals.

There are a lot of complaints in it, and some even complain about the troublesome tasks assigned to him by the emperor. The author complains that most of these tasks are meaningless, so he has to perfunctory.

"Is this really written by Yuan Tiangang?" Zhou Ming began to doubt.

If it was really written by Yuan Tiangang, then he was really brave enough to dare to write such rebellious words in his diary!

Of course, there is another possibility. Perhaps there was some magic during the Tang Dynasty that could prevent the diary from being seen, and human skin cinnabar was a necessary prop to cast the spell.

It is precisely for this reason that Yuan Tiangang used human skin cinnabar to make miscellaneous notes.

But it’s wrong to think this way. If it’s just to express daily emotions, is it necessary to go to such trouble?

Shouldn't this kind of complicated recording process be used to record extremely important matters and court secrets?

"How strange." Ping Xingyue held a pipe without tobacco in her mouth and stared thoughtfully at the human skin book. "Yuan Tiangang seems to admire Zhuge Liang very much. He has already thought of Zhuge Liang one after another after meals, before going to bed, and when using the toilet.

Zhuge Liang is here."

Zhou Ming glanced at Ping Xingyue and said to himself, Sister Xingyue, what is your focus? Why is it like this?

Shouldn't more attention be paid to the human skin book itself?

The daily content in this miscellany and the strange human skin material form an extremely sharp contrast, making it impossible to understand the author's intention.

When Zhou Ming turned another page, Zhuge Kongming's name appeared again.

[I think of the days of Marquis Wu, borrowing arrows from thatched boats, using red cliffs and east winds, planning empty cities, and eight trigrams and strange gates. What a genius he was. If Tiangang had learned all his life and had even one point as talented as Marquis Wu, his life would not have been in vain.]

Zhou Ming's reading eyes stayed on this line and no longer moved down.

Weird...it feels wrong, but what is wrong?

As the Chief of the Qin Tian Supervisor, Yuan Tiangang should know the historical common sense. "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is not the official history of the Three Kingdoms, but "The Chronicle of the Three Kingdoms" is.

In real history, Zhuge Liang did not borrow arrows from a straw boat, nor did he borrow the east wind in Chibi, nor did he engage in an empty city strategy. The prototype of the empty city strategy seems to be Cao Cao.

Yuan Tiangang is so knowledgeable, he should know this, but why...

His smooth thinking was suddenly blocked. For a moment, Zhou Ming even forgot to breathe. A chill shot up from his tailbone and went straight to his brain.

He knows what the problem is!

"Three Kingdoms Acting" was written by Luo Guanzhong, a native of the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty!

During the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, how could Yuan Tiangang know "Three Kingdoms Acting" written by Luo Guanzhong!

How could he admire a character in a fictional novel?

No, it’s not a matter of worship or not, it’s that such a thing simply cannot happen!

"Sister Xingyue..."

"Your memory is not wrong, it is all correct." Ping Xingyue's cold voice came from behind.
Chapter completed!