Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

Different from the "big library" open to the outside world, this "Tibetan" is empty and gloomy. The circular tower wall is an oversized bookcase, with densely packed file boxes locked in each grid. The spiral staircase spirals along the wall to the top of the tower, where the sky is shining.

The surrounding air is dry and cold, but nothing compares to the oppression looming in the darkness.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, something flew fast and pinned at Zhuge Liang's feet. Zhuge Liang staggered reflexively. "Bang dang!" The thing couldn't really be nailed into the ground made of hard stone, and it fell to the ground after maintaining the appearance of being inserted obliquely for two seconds. Only then did Zhuge Liang see clearly that it was a hard copper pen. A shallow hole was punched out by the tip of the pen on the slate floor. Before and after the shallow hole was a cricket that was crushed by the waist.

"Hey - calm down, there are children!" Zhao Qi said loudly, and then threw the bamboo box containing the documents on the copper counter.

"There are no living things left in this room." Someone behind the copper counter replied, "especially paper-biting bugs."

Zhuge Liang blinked hard, and after getting used to the dim light in the hiding place, he was able to see the person behind the counter. This is a man who can be called handsome. He looks a little pale because he has not seen the sun for a long time, but he can blend in with the shadows, like a dark ghost, which is really weird.

Zhao Qi turned to look at Ah Sheng and saw that she had no more words, so he continued to negotiate with the man: "File. Cao Anmin case."

The Archives Manager took the blank checklist and seal from the drawer and pushed it along with the pen and ink. "You can only fill in the one from the inspection department, and the lord will do it for you." After that, he sat back behind the big copper counter.

In addition to some necessary stationery, there are a considerable number of stamps on the counter. The man picked out a piece of yellow and green Laizhou jade, and his fingers holding the copper pen flexibly flew, and the stone chips fell rustling down. In the blink of an eye, the stone took on the shape of a seal, and there was a button on the top of the seal, which was vaguely a bird. It is hard to imagine that someone could do such delicate work in the dark if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

When Ah Sheng and Zhao Qi filled out all the forms, the man just finished the carving of this small sapphire seal.

"Cao Anmin's case, ninety-three cases were filed, totaling four hundred and forty-one pages. Are you sure?" The man who seemed to be the administrator was counting the documents in the bamboo box, and at the same time on some pages Stamped.

"Confirm."

In less than a cup of tea, the "administrator" ordered all the papers. He took out an iron box, locked all the documents in the Cao Anmin case in person, affixed a seal, and put them away. Enter the trap behind you and press the switch. The gear drives the mechanism and pushes the new iron box into an empty space on the wall. Two small iron gates fell, completely sealing the storage compartment. Only the number "Jiachen Wu Er" on the small iron gate is left, reflecting the luster of metal in the clear light falling from the top of the tower.

The whole process is smooth, full of rigorous mechanical beauty.

This time, it was a jelly-like long white stone, which was more squat than the previous small seal. "Wait for me," he said.

Zhao Qi was also amused, leaning on the large counter to watch the man carving. The two and a half boys looked at this, looked at that, and finally decided to follow their hearts - look at the carvings. How fun it is to see a white stamp turn into a white foal.

"Will all the official documents be archived here?" Zhuge Liang suddenly asked.

"Not all of them." The man had a dual purpose, and immediately answered his question, "There are three kinds of archives, three years, thirty years, and permanent. Only permanent ones are here."

"Wow. Those are big cases."

"The same can be said." The man seemed to smile, "I'm usually very lonely. It's a pity that there are no living things in this room."

Zhuge Liang only felt a cool breath on his back, but before he thought about it, he heard the man put down the copper pen: "It's done." He leaned out from behind the counter and drew one green and one white The two small seals were thrown into the hands of Zhuge Liang and Lu Meng respectively. "It's a meet and greet."

Zhuge Liang was born in the year of Xinyou and belongs to the rooster year. This should have been a very thoughtful gift, but Xiao Liang felt something was wrong. "How do you know my birthday and name?" He frowned, and suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind. "You're... a spy..."

"Qin Liu, my name." The man's cold hand touched Ah Liang's forehead and walked away, "Just leave it when you see it, it's time for adults."

There seemed to be a certain look in his eyes suddenly, and he looked past Ah Liang and Amon and looked at the man sitting on the copper pier. Zhao Qi wisely took the two teenagers to the side, but the friendship over the years made him unable to help but say more: "Yuanbee, you talk well, the Lord is just angry."

Qin Yuanbei let out a deep laugh: "That's why you follow me? Are you afraid we'll fight?"

Zhao Qi couldn't help grinding his back molars: "I'm crazy to worry about you."

A Sheng stood up and calmly looked at Qin Liu's pale face that had become white again after a year of confinement. "Come and practice swords with me and see if your skills have regressed."

Zhao Qi: "...Really?" Why are you making a fool of yourself, my lord?

Zhao Qi's heart was trembling, but Qin Liu didn't know where to find two standard iron swords and threw one to Ah Sheng. The two lost their scabbards and walked to the relatively empty center of the bottom of the tower.

The sun shines through the glaze at the top of the tower, forming white specks at the bottom of the dark tower, like frost falling on the ground. The blade of the sword is cold and reflective like ice.

The first mover was Ah Sheng. Unlike most people's perception, she got up and sprinted very fast. The thin body approached, and he started with a wide open and closed slash, which went straight to Qin Liu's neck.

Qin Liu pointed his toes on the ground and retreated four feet before he avoided the most dangerous sprint of the second move, and pushed straight to form a defensive position. However, the third horizontal slash has already reached the waist.

The only thing I can do is to use my true skills. Qin Liu sighed in his heart. planting level. Although the swordsmanship of the person in front of him is poor, his heart is too steady, his eyes are too bright, and he will die.

It's a spear. Counterattack for attack, but for an instant.

A Sheng raised his sword to block. "Dang!" For the first time, there was a sound of steel crashing in the field, as crisp as a silver bottle. Before the echo of the storage compartment on the tower wall subsided, the second "dang" rippled, followed by a sour "squeak", but the two swords rubbed and slashed. all the way.

"Dang, dang." "Squeak--" "Dang!" Since Qin Liu began to feed, the metal whine could be heard endlessly.

As time passed, Ah Sheng gradually became exhausted. Although she didn't show discomfort on her face, her temples were already sweaty, and her lips were a bit white.

Qin Liu frowned slightly, then pulled the sword into a flower, and shot a high-speed spinning thrust, directly hitting Ah Sheng's sword grid. The iron sword let go and landed on the ground in the distance, making a muffled sound.

Zhuge Liang and Lu Meng both opened their mouths. It was the first time they had seen a servant who dared to hit the master's sword.

A Sheng also seemed a little stunned, but when she spoke, there was no anger in her tone: "Have you been practicing?"

"Yeah. If the force is not as good as the lord, then what do I need to do?" Qin Liu threw his sword and walked to Ah Sheng, "The lord wants to go to the battlefield and resist the five just like before. In seconds, we have the rest."

Why did it get involved in the battlefield? Lu Meng and Zhuge Liang looked at Zhao Qi suspiciously. Zhao Qi also slowly recalled at this time, Ah Sheng's fast sword without fancy, isn't it a move on the battlefield? Even the feeding moves at the back of Qin Liu imitated all kinds of weapons in the melee, especially the last stab, like a cold arrow. If you want to know Cao Sheng, it is Qin Liu.

"Not only me, but you too." Ah Sheng said, slightly looking up at the light leaking from the top of the tower, as if looking up at the starry sky at the bottom of a well, "If you want the right to speak, no matter how much The small actions of the people are not comparable to the military merits on the surface."

"I think so too. It's just that if you don't let me out, the layout of Jizhou will be too late. The boys don't even have a map of Yuan Shao's granary."

"The lack of connection between the blue and yellow is indeed a problem - you leave tomorrow morning, and you have eight hours for the handover." Ah Sheng took two steps in the direction of the tower gate with his hands behind his back, suddenly stopped again, and turned his head. Ask Qin Liudao, "What do you think of Ah Liang?"

Qin Liu still stood in the frost-like light, and shook his head when he heard the words: "Looking naughty, in fact, the most upright, not suitable for me, suitable for Zhao Chongle."

Zhao Qi let out a laugh, meaning unknown.

"Where's Amon?"

"Like the seventh brother."

A Sheng's mouth twitched. Qin Liu added another sentence: "The people from the big family are not evil enough, nor independent enough."

suffer."

It was an unusually cold June, the eve of the Cao Yuan war. How to show the strength of the Austronesian faction in this war and how to distribute political interests after the war are the core concerns of all the top officials of the Austronesian faction. As for Cao Anmin, who was used as a raft, that was really insignificant. As long as Cao Sheng let go and allowed them to play to the fullest, then Cao Anmin's life was a small gift tied with a ribbon, which could be given to anyone.

"A spy of Yuan Shao was infiltrated in my team? Did they burn rations?"

"My subordinates embezzled tens of thousands of dollars?"

"I... me, my second uncle, believe me, I didn't persecute Cai Zhaoji, how dare I? I'm just lobbying..."

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Cao Anmin, who woke up drunk, only felt that his neck was cold, and he was afraid that he had to explain it in Xu County. So when Ah Sheng said that he was going to be sent to Juancheng to be sentenced, Cao Anmin really cried with joy. If he can survive this time, he must be living in the old Cao family house!