Recap
Chai Shuxin still had a cold face, “Don’t bother.” After saying that, he looked Mu Gesheng up and down, “Do you think the elders who came in today are very annoying?”
“You can say that.”
“I think so too.” Chai Shuxin actually nodded, “So, I put laxatives in their tea. I mixed it myself so no one could taste it. Looking at the time, it’s almost going to happen. ”
Mu Gesheng’s expression instantly became extremely colorful and vibrant.
Chai Shuxin: “Do you feel a stomach ache incoming?”
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It was the first time Anping saw Mu Gesheng deflate. Before he could gloat over his misfortune, Anping suddenly felt a cramp in his abdomen. The pain made him scream and roll off the sofa.
Then he was knocked awake.
Anping was thrown and fell into a mess and it took him a long time to realize that this was his home theater. He fell asleep watching the movie – and spent several months in his dream.
I didn’t starve to death? Anping pulled out his phone in a daze and looked at the date. In reality, less than a day had passed.
He slept for more than ten hours, and it was already the next morning.
Anping sat there stunned for a while, then suddenly realized and let out a scream, school starts today! Not only was he going to be late, he hasn’t completed a single line of his homework!
For high school students, nothing is more important than school. Anping immediately pushed away the chaos in his mind. He hurriedly washed his face, grabbed his schoolbag and rushed out the door. He called for a car outside his apartment and tried to complete his homework along the way. When he finally arrived at school, it was already the second class of the day.
“Student committee, why are you only here now?” His deskmate started to howl when he saw him, “No one in the class has completed the last set of papers, so they are waiting for you to come in. Are you worthy of your fellow villagers’ respect?”
“Sorry, sorry, I woke up late.” Anping dumped his schoolbag into the desk, “Where’s the teacher? I’m so late today, I’m afraid I will be scolded.”
“The head teacher won’t be here to check on the class today.” The classmate at the table nodded towards the last row, “Look who’s here today.”
Anping was startled, then turned his head and saw Mu Gesheng sitting on the window seat, chatting happily with a female student. As if noticing Anping’s gaze, Mu Gesheng turned his head and winked at him.
“Holy shit! Was he looking at you just now?!” His deskmate was frightened. “He didn’t take a nap as soon as he came in today? Also, since when did he have such a good relationship with the class representative?”
Anping then noticed that the girl at Mu Gesheng’s desk was actually the class representative who had not come to class for a long time, “Has the class representative recovered?”
“She has recovered from her illness. Yesterday the class went crazy. She was originally going to stay in the hospital for observation for a while, but she didn’t want to stay in the hospital and decided to come to school. Her parents sent her here in person today. I saw her having breakfast with her parents in the cafeteria.” The deskmate said with emotion, “Those can truly be considered good parents. I was probably adopted.”
Anping looked at the class representative’s face. The girl was in good spirits, and Mu Gesheng seemed to have told some joke, making her giggle.
The class representative used to be a hard-working person with a very quiet personality, but now she does seem a lot more lively than before.
After a serious illness, both the patient and the person waiting outside probably understood a lot of things. Waiting in front of the bed for a long time, finally waiting for the moment when their daughter opens her eyes, may have been worth more than anything else.
“Hmm, but I didn’t find that person so easy to talk to before.” His deskmate whispered: “He usually doesn’t come to class. The rare time he comes, he sleeps in the last row in the dark alone. He looked very difficult to deal with. I’m not sure if he woke up on the wrong side of bed today…. Damn, did you see that? Did he just smiled? Isn’t he a bit too handsome?!”
Anping was speechless, thinking that he was deceived by appearances; this man is just a big-tailed wolf who is old and disrespectful. He was bad-mouthing Mu Gesheng in his heart when he suddenly noticed a silence around him. He looked up and found Mu Gesheng standing in front of him at some point, with a friendly expression on his face, “How are you?”
The deskmate covered his mouth and made a choking sound.
“Good. Though, I didn’t have breakfast so I’m a little hungry.” Anping didn’t know what to say for a while, so he considered it and said, “I got up late and had a dream all night.”
“How can you skip breakfast? You can’t go hungry at this age.” Mu Gesheng said, “Come on, I’ll treat you to a meal.”
Before he finished speaking, the bell rang. The man simply ignored the physics teacher who had just entered the class and walked out majestically.
“…Student committee, I know your family is rich, but I am shallow and underestimated the endeavors of rich people.” His deskmate looked at him with horror and admiration, and lowered his voice: “You actually accepted Mu Gesheng as your little brother?”
Anping: I beg you, please stop creating some weird fantasies.
He did have a lot of questions to ask Mu Gesheng. After being restless for a while, he couldn’t hold it in any longer and slipped out of the class on the pretext of going to the toilet.
Mu Gesheng was holding a thermos bottle and was refilling the bottle at the end of the corridor. Hearing his footsteps, he said casually: “It’s one of the coldest months of winter yet the uniforms of the city’s No. 1 high school are so thin that someone might freeze to death. It’s good to be young.”
Anping understood what this man meant in just one sentence, and was surprised: “You know that I know?”
“Anping’er, you just spoke a bunch of tongue twisters.” Mu Gesheng opened a bag of wolfberry and put it into a thermos cup, “One night is not considered very short, what did you dream about?”
It was not convenient to talk in the corridor, so Anping followed Mu Gesheng to the rooftop and roughly told him what happened in his dream. Mu Gesheng listened to Anping’s narration and chuckled from time to time.
“The dream tells all.” Mu Gesheng leaned on the railing, unscrewing the thermos cup, and the mist filled the air. “You know a lot of things now, An Ping’er. What do you think?”
“Not really.” Anping was silent for a moment and said, “Why did I have this dream?”
“When the situation was urgent on the Three Realms Displacement, you tasted my blood.” Mu Gesheng said: “Blood is the medium. It is not surprising that you obtained my memory from it.”
“You did that on purpose?” Anping had already seen Mu Gesheng’s skills. It was not difficult to get out of trouble in the Three Realms Displacement. It shouldn’t be a problem to take him with him as a rookie. There was no need to feed him his blood.
But he couldn’t think of the reason why Mu Gesheng did this. He was an ordinary second-generation rich son, and just doing homework every day was enough to kill him. Is there any reason why he would be circled out by this old man?
“Oh, yes. Anping’er, you haven’t dreamed about that place yet.” Mu Gesheng held the thermos cup and blew on the hot air, “Actually, I died once.”
Anping was stunned.
“You must already know that everyone in the dream is related to one existence, which we call the ‘Seven Schools of Thought’.
You might as well regard it as a kind of inheritance. Thousands of years ago, seven types of people got together and established an organization. It has survived through vicissitudes of times. Among these seven types of people, some are families, some are sects, some are masters and disciples of a single lineage, every type became a house, and the head of the house is in charge of one of the position of the sages, so it is called the ‘Seven Schools of Thought’.
Anping’er, you have already seen four sages in your dream – the Chai clan of the Yao house, Chai Shuxin, who is in charge of the position of the Spiritual scion; the Song clan of the Mo house, Song Wentong, in charge of the position of Mo scion; and the Wu clan of the Yinyang house Wu Zixu, in charge of the position of Impermanence scion. Four of the seven houses are inherited by the family, and the Chai clan, the Song clan, and the Wu clan are three of them.”
“I already know these three houses.” Anping thought for a while and said, “You said I have met four sages, where is the other one?”
“Have you met my master?” Mu Gesheng laughed, “My master was the Divination scion.”
“Divination scion?”
“Tianshu sect has been passed down through generations, and no more than three disciples will be accepted. Once the scion is determined, the others must withdraw from the sect.” Mu Gesheng said: “Because there are few people, one person constitutes a house. There are few differences between the title of ‘Divination scion’ and the Tian Suan sect, the Divination scion is the Tian Suan sect.”
Anping thought for a moment and said, “There is one thing I have always wanted to ask. What do the so-called seven Schools of Thought do?”
Mu Gesheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: “That’s right, no wonder you don’t know, you probably only saw a few of us fighting in your dream.”
Anping thought in his heart that besides fighting, there was also mindless eating, drinking, and defecation.
“There are seven houses, each with its own specialties – the Yao house specializes in silver needles and medicinal stones, with excellent medical skills that can revive human flesh and white bones; the Mo house is good at the art of heavenly craftsmanship, machine smelting, and has the ability of a peerless craftsman; the Yin Yang house is born with half of their body in the underworld, are able control gods and spirits alike and can travel freely between yin and yang. As for the Divination scion, as the name suggests, it is a fortune teller.”
The last one was too hasty, and Anping couldn’t help but ask: “Fortune teller?”
“Telling the secrets of the heavens. Divining the path of the heavens. The Divination scion inherits forty-nine mountain ghost floral coins, the fortune they tell is foretold by the heavens.” Mu Gesheng said: “Historical records indicate that mountain ghost floral coins only appeared in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, but the origin of the coins in the hands of the Divination scion can be traced way back to ancient times. My master said that it was made by Fuxi* himself, but I don’t know if he was just bragging or not.”
*(Fuxi was known as the “original god”)
The amount of information was too great, and coming from Mu Gesheng’s mouth, it looked like this man was speaking nonsense. But what Anping has experienced in the past few days is really incomprehensible, and he is completely engrossed in it. Although Mu Gesheng looks calm and composed, at this moment, what this man said is the truth.
“Divination scion, reads the future?”
“Yes, the seven houses are headed by the Divination scion. In ancient times, emperors began to pass away one after another. Some saints had a premonition of changes in the world, so they gathered like-minded people to carry out the destiny of heaven and correct destiny’s path. These were the original seven Schools of Thoughts. The saint who gathered them is the first-generation Divination scion. The forty-nine mountain ghost floral coins in his hand can be used to predict the course of destiny. The seven houses used destiny as their driving force to make decisions at important moments and guide the world. This way, they can ensure that history is never repeated. It is said that every time a country changes hands or the world changes suddenly, there are the shadows of the seven houses behind it.”
Anping couldn’t believe it, “Is it really so accurate?”
Mu Gesheng took out a handful of coins and said, “Would you like to calculate how many points you will get in the college entrance examination?”
Anping immediately changed his words: “I believe it.”
He digested the information in his mind for a while and asked: “I have only met four houses so far. Where are the remaining three?”
“One of the houses whose inheritance is within the family is the Zhu house. The head of the family is the Constellation scion. He has the bloodline of the vermillion bird and is probably considered an immortal. The house that is run by the sect is the Xian house of Penglai. The head of the sect is the Longevity scion. He pursues the path of seeking immortality, he probably has already stepped on the path of becoming a deity. And finally the Rakshasa, who will never come out except in times of great chaos, have no inheritance, and are born randomly.” Mu Gesheng gave a general idea, “You can see us again if you go back and get some more sleep.”
Anping memorized the distribution of forces tipped by the game guide, and suddenly remembered something, “Wait a minute, what did you just say? You’ve died once?” His reaction was delayed, even though he already knew Mu Gesheng is an old man, he still has goosebumps all over his body.
“You finally reacted.” Mu Gesheng looked at him with a half-smile, “That’s right, or to put it more accurately – I’m already dead.”
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