Our Hometown

Chapter 153 Spartan Lament

When Yun Lang received Huo Guang's letter from Shuzhong, it was just a morning full of radiance.

Just last night, he heard a desolate song in the arena.

The person who sang was the gladiator who was about to start a gladiator. He knelt on one knee and leaned on the ground, holding a short lance and a low lament.

At first he was the only one singing, and then the gladiators who were standing inside the fence began to sing along.

"Aliens,

If you pass Sparta.

Please tell the citizens there,

We are killed here,

To death still abide by the oath.

Stranger,

If you pass Sparta.

Please tell my mother.

I'm buried in a foreign land,

To death still abide by the oath. "

When the Daqin slave merchant translated this song to Yun Lang, Yun Lang was very shocked.

In any case, he did not expect that in Changan, he would meet a real Spartan warrior.

Sure enough, in the duel, the Spartan warrior showed his superhuman first-class combat skills, a giant shield, a short spear with intimate cooperation, assassination was as elegant as dance.

Even Huo Qubing, who has always looked down on aliens, was quite moved.

In the ghost-like expression of the Daqin slave owner, Yun Lang told Huo Qubing the story of the three hundred warriors in the great hot spring.

This made Huo go sick very much. When he was ready to buy the warrior, the warrior's chest showed half of his feathers, and he knelt down on the ground weakly. Then he was cut off by the enemy who was about to be killed by him.

Zhang Lian, who failed to gamble money, shot the Spartan in a wheelchair.

So, Huo Huo went ill and threw Zhang Lian and his wheelchair into the arena, and rudely released a hungry wolf ...

Yun Lang doesn't feel it a pity that although the Spartan warrior's model makes people passionate, it can't last long.

The basis for supporting the brave and invincible Spartan warriors is that they are both rich and poor, and that everyone has no private wealth ... Unfortunately, such a system is destined to vanish in front of people's greedy nature.

When a Spartan warrior appears on the arena, it can be proved that the splendor of Sparta has vanished.

Although the appearance of a Spartan warrior surprised Yun Lang, he was even more surprised that the great Han Guo actually had real communication with the Romans.

He does not remember that in the previous history books, there were records of Spartan warriors who died in Changan.

The vision of a person becomes long-term, and the legs become exceptionally long, and the world naturally becomes very large.

In this way, the world becomes one.

The cultures of the world will produce new variants only after integration and communication, and each occurrence of the variant will have a profound impact on humanity.

Poor Zhang Lian even killed the wolf even without legs. The scene was bloody, and then he was beaten again by Huo Qubing because he greeted the eighth generation of Huo Qubing's ancestor.

This is what Yun Lang had seen in the arena yesterday.

When He Chou had a new toy, he took his toy into Lishan. When he came back, whether it was Cao Xin or the Huo family, one or two or three, or Li Gan ’s son Li Yu, He Chouyou was regarded as a devil. Look at it.

Seeing Yun Lang just crying and crying, she saw that Master Sister Yun Yin was tumbling over a rope under the scolding of the devil, and she choked back the cry.

Under the designation of Yun Lang, these five children were quickly taken away by the servants to take a bath. The child under ten years old, accompanied by He Chouyou, lived in Lishan for half a month, which was already very rare.

"Not as good as Huo Guang, but stronger than your girl."

He Chou never speaks with a face.

Yun Lang sighed and pointed to his head: "The Yun family likes to use their brains."

He Chou has a look at Yun Yin who is still somersaulting: "The brain can't compare to others."

Generally speaking, he does n’t recognize the nonsense of He Chou some. According to the evolutionary system, the descendants of Yun should be better than those who have evolved less than two thousand years.

"Yeah, I'm done." Yunyin jumped off the rope and squatted beside his father, staring at him.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to go to see my mother in Fugui Town. The spring silkworms come down. My mother said that I would pick the best silk thread for my clothes."

He Chou turned away with a sneer, and was not interested in Yun Lang's proposal to test the IQ of the girl.

Looking at the girl's ignorant smiley face, Yun Lang had to squeeze out a smiley face, and agreed to the girlie to find her mother.

After seeing the girl yelling and asking Liang Weng to prepare a car for her, Yun Lang suddenly felt that the Spartan training might be able to train all the descendants of the Yun family into tough warriors.

This thought was only a moment in his mind, and he was dismissed by him. It doesn't matter if he succeeds or not.

Today, I still have to accompany Dong Zhongshu to the book printing workshop.

There are not many morning glows in the spring, but it is true that there should be more rain in the spring.

Nowadays, in Shanglin Garden, except for the flooded areas with severe salt and alkali, there are basically not many free fields.

On a large level, the slaves made up for the lack of labor in Guanzhong.

Yun Lang likes to see the morning glow, like the evening glow, but he doesn't like to see Dong Zhongshu's sad old face.

When the old face of Lao Dong merged with Zhaoxia, the sense of vicissitudes of history came out immediately.

Yun Lang cannot paint oil paintings. If oil paintings are used to show the current scene, it should be a shocking work.

Since Yun Lang is ready to reconcile with Dong Zhongshu, the old guy naturally has a high-end goods like wheelchairs.

Seeing Yun Lang coming, let the boy push him off the platform and smile at Yun Lang.

"It's a pity in my life to see more people than seeing the scene for many years, and I don't know how many beautiful scenes I have missed."

"Jing is born with your heart. When you are in a good mood, even if you look at the bare mountain of Guangshan, you can see a little mood.

When you are in a bad mood, even the grand scenery in the world is nothing but a horribly fall, sir. "

Dong Zhongshu boldly waved his right hand and said: "Life is a lifetime, plants and trees are autumn. When you reach the age of your husband, you will know that there are many things you should not do. . "

Yun Lang believes that everything Dong Zhongshu said at this moment is sincere, and it will be hard to say when he arrives at the printing workshop.

Waving away the boy, he took over the wheelchair himself, pushed Dong Zhongshu away from the mountain residence, and went to the Yun's Book Workshop along the Qingshi Trail.

Chen Tong was getting fatter and fatter, his fat body squeezed in the middle of the door frame, and he was only a man who was unwilling to pass off.

This guy is not working anymore. He held a teapot all day long, and it is too much today. There is a fascinating blue lady beside him who is attentively serving him for tea and snacks.

Since the last time he was almost divided by the emperor's five horses, Chen Tong became cautious, and the habit of supervising riding on the door frame was developed.

Now do n’t say that others call him Chen Tong, even if he is called Chen Fatty or other insulting names, he must respond carefully, and wait until he sees the coming person clearly, then he will make his own decisions according to the coming person ’s identity. Kind of reaction.

So ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yun Lang pushed Dong Zhongshu into the printing workshop just now, and Chen Tong jumped up with an electric shock, and the fat meat ran over and waited.

But the blue woman disappeared quickly in the printing workshop.

Yun Lang frowned: "The words of the sages are printed here, and those who shouldn't come should not come."

Chen Tong quickly defended and said: "I haven't worked in the past two years. Instead, I have raised a fat body. If I have trouble moving, I find a woman to wait and make Hou laugh."

Dong Zhongshu can't wait to see his "Spring and Autumn Fanlu", where there is time to pay attention to these trivial matters of Chen Tong, hurriedly urged Yun Lang to take him to the printing workshop.

The smell of the ink is not good, but today it is full of fragrance, Yun Lang looked back at Chen Tong, and Chen Tong said with a smile: "Good things naturally need to be done well. The ink has added refreshing spices. . "

Dong Zhongshu's eyes lit up, struggling to get up from the wheelchair, glanced at the huge, busy book printing workshop, a piece of white paper, and in a flash, it became a book leaf full of writing, excited from Take one off the turntable, chanting it with a trembling mouth, and excitedly said to Yun Lang: "It's not bad, the word is good!"