Everything Starts From BTTH

In the Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng looked at the newspaper in his hand and said to himself, "Even if I go to the Sky Tower in person, I will only be qualified to ascend to the seventh floor. Originally I thought that your words were just false words, but now it seems that they are not. So, come here! Send an order to Li Si and let him find the owner of the Sky Tower!"

"Follow your orders!" A black figure suddenly appeared, kneeling respectfully in front of Ying Zheng, and said, this is Ying Zheng's personal bodyguard, the shadow guard.

Although Dengtianlou is wealthy enough to rival the country, Ying Zheng didn't care too much before, because in his eyes, Dengtianlou is just selling colored glass to make money, but now Dengtianlou is selling newspapers, so Ying Zheng has to care. , because he knew how convenient this kind of newspaper would be compared to bamboo slips.

You must know that the memorial that Ying Zheng reviews every day weighs 120 kilograms. After reviewing it in one day, the whole person is full of back pain. I don’t know how convenient it would be to replace it with this kind of newspaper. The most important thing is that this kind of newspaper can actually Mass production is simply the best carrier for spreading culture.

"Climbing to the sky tower! It's really a step to the sky!" Ying Zheng looked at the direction of the sky tower and muttered to himself.

...

In the Little Sages Village, Tianming was wearing baggy clothes, watching Shaoyu holding something he didn't know what it was made of.

"What is this in your hand?" Tianming asked, pointing to the thing in Shaoyu's hand.

"This is a newspaper. I bought it at the market in the morning." Shaoyu said.

"Newspaper?" Tian Ming thought for a while and found that he had never heard this term again.

Tianming continued to read the newspaper. Although Ying Zheng had unified the characters of the six kingdoms, Tianming still didn't know the big characters. After reading it for a while, he pointed to a picture and said with a smile: "Here's an axe. The big guy, like Big Brother Xiao!"

"What do you know, this is called Pangu, but the first great god between heaven and earth!" Shaoyu looked at Tianming with contempt, and said angrily.

"What is Pangu?" Tianming asked suspiciously.

Shaoyu patted his forehead speechlessly, and said helplessly: "You guy should read more books, otherwise it will be too embarrassing for my big brother."

"What did you say, you should be called eldest brother!" Tianming retorted not to be outdone.

Shaoyu shook the newspaper in his hand and said with a smile, "Call eldest brother and read the story to you!"

"What story?" Tianming asked curiously.

"A story about immortals!" Shaoyu said seductively.

"Big brother." Although Tianming was unwilling to be called Big Brother Shaoyu, he liked to hear stories, and it was also about immortals. He felt itchy even more, so he reluctantly called Big Brother, and when he saw Shaoyu looked at himself with a smile on his face, and Tianming hurriedly shouted: "I have already called your eldest brother, read me a story."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll read it to you now, eldest brother." Shaoyu said proudly, and then read to Tianming, the story of Pangu's creation of the world.

"It is said that before the birth of heaven and earth, the universe was dark and chaotic, like a big egg. Inside the big egg, only Pangu slept there for 18,000 years.

One day, he suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and looked around, it was dark everywhere, and he couldn't see anything. Pangu was so anxious that he panicked, so he picked up an axe and slashed towards the darkness ahead.

Who would have guessed that this split was incredible. In an instant, only a loud bang could be heard from the landslide and the ground cracked, causing the big egg to crack open at once. Some of the light and clear things slowly rose to become the sky; while others The heavy and chaotic things slowly sink into the ground. When the heaven and the earth were just divided, Pangu was afraid that they would be closed again, so he stood between the heaven and the earth, holding the sky with his hands and his feet on the ground, not daring to move a step.

Since then, the sky has risen ten feet a day, and the earth has grown ten feet thicker every day. Pangu's body also grew ten feet taller every day with the height of the sky. In this way, standing upright, persisted for 18,000 years. Finally, the heaven and the earth have become very solid. But because he was overworked, he died of exhaustion.

Just as he was dying, he did not expect that his whole body suddenly changed radically: the breath he exhaled suddenly turned into wind and clouds; the sound of his moans turned into rumbling thunder; his left eye became the sun, the right eye became the moon; hands, feet and body became earth and mountains; blood became rivers; tendons became roads; hair and beard became stars in the sky; skin and hair became , became grass and trees; muscles became earth; teeth and bones became gleaming metal and hard stones, treasures; sweat on the body also became rain and rain. "

"Pangu is amazing!" After Shaoyu finished speaking, Tianming exclaimed, then put his hands on his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky.

"Boy, what are you looking at?" Shaoyu asked curiously.

Tianming said without looking back: "I'm looking at the sun! I want to see how big the eyes of Pangu are!"

Shaoyu shook his head helplessly and smiled: "Boy, this is just a fairy tale! You don't have to be so serious!"

"There are even elixir of life in this world, why can't there be Pangu?" Tianming turned his head and retorted to Shaoyu, and continued to observe the sun.

"Uh... well! What you said makes sense." Shaoyu was speechless when he heard this.

...

After reading the article in the newspaper, Fu Nian, the head of Confucianism, put down the newspaper in his hand, and said to the two younger brothers excitedly: "This newspaper has a huge role in promoting my Confucianism. If you read my classic articles on Confucianism, then everyone in the world will take my Confucianism as a teacher, and Confucianism will reach an unprecedented peak.

"Brother, if we can make every issue of the newspaper carry my Confucian theories, we will certainly be able to carry forward the Confucianism, but if we want every newspaper to have Confucian articles printed on it, the decision is not up to us. It is in the hands of Dengtianlou, and it is possible to notice the newspaper, which plays a huge role in spreading the theories of the Hundred Schools, and I am afraid it is not just our Confucian family." Yan Lu said aloud.

They all know that newspapers definitely play an extraordinary role in the promotion of Confucianism, but after all, newspapers are not produced by Confucianism. This time, some of the articles in the Analects of Confucius were printed at will, and no one can guarantee that. Climbing to the sky, will the next time you print Confucian doctrines in the newspapers?

Fu Nian naturally understood what Yan Lu said. In this world, a hundred schools of thought contend, and it is possible to find that newspapers play a huge role in spreading theories. I am afraid that there will be many people, and Ying Zheng will probably also attract the attention of the newspapers. It's really unpleasant to find a way to carry forward Confucianism, but I don't know what to do and where to start.

Fu Nian stroked his beard with a headache, and asked Zhang Liang, "Ovry, do you have any ideas?"

Zhang Liang put down the newspaper in his hand, bowed his hands to Fu Nian, and said, "Senior brother, if you want every issue of the newspaper to have my Confucian theories printed on it, then you must first get the owner of the Climbing Tower, Xiao Xie's. agree."

"Xiao Xie?" When Fu Nian heard Zhang Liang's words, he felt as if he had seen this name just now. He picked up the newspaper and saw that on the third page of the newspaper, the author of the first "Snow Girl Ci" was ' The number one son in the world: Xiao Xie' these eight characters.

"It turns out that he is the owner of Dengtianlou, no wonder he has such a big tone." Fu Nian stroked his beard and said. Before he saw this "Snow Girl Ci", which was ranked above the Confucian Analects, he felt a little uncomfortable. Although this poem is considered a good word that can be passed down through the ages, it is still inferior to Confucius.

Now that I know that the original author of this poem is the owner of Cengtianlou, it is normal for "Snow Girl" to be ranked first. After all, I dare to release it to the public, "Ying Zheng is only qualified to enter the seventh place when he comes to Cengtianlou." Floor. ' With these words, you can know how crazy the owner of the Climbing Tower is.

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