The solar system is broken

The writer fell asleep, lying in Xiao Li's arms and sitting on the boundary stone of the Shang Empire.

Blueblood's recovery is amazing, but it also has a very obvious flaw.

That is the energy mobilization mechanism. Simply put, when repairing a wound, the body will release a large amount of energy, and all of this energy is concentrated on repairing tissues.

The result is a lack of energy elsewhere, which makes the person feel weak and fall into a semi-sleep state.

The writer broke his spine and fell asleep for nearly a month.

This is actually relative. People like Yiyang, who are in excellent physical condition, will not fall into a coma.

The moonlight shone coldly on the writer's face, which turned a little blue.

After a night of hard work, the writer was very tired.

Several soldiers gathered around a hanging pot and lit a fire.

Throw some dried ginger and peppery mutton into it and make a pot of cold-repelling soup.

It's very cold in the north after autumn, and you'll catch windchill if you're not careful. If you run around too much, even though you won't die, you'll still be sick and miserable.

The soldiers gathered around the fire, looked at the writer, and talked about it.

Sure enough, pretty boys are still popular, and even when they are slaves, there are women who will fall in love with him.

A military man interrupted the conversation of several people and said mysteriously, "You know that man."

"who?"

Gossip does not distinguish between men and women, as long as there is information.

"Jiangnan!"

"I think you've heard of it?" A man took a sip of ginger soup.

""Yuanyang Knife"?"

"Yes, yes!"

Several soldiers looked at each other and smiled. The social security level of this book was no less than that of a category A romance movie. It was popular on book lists at the time. Unfortunately, it was later removed from the shelves due to copyright issues.

When it comes to driving, Jiangnan is like a god in the eyes of everyone. He who has a car is better than one who does not have a car, beating all the great gods.

Relying on this book, Jiang Nan survived a year of college in California. You can imagine how terrifying his rise in one month was.

"I heard that he is also an expert?"

The burning match licked the bottom of the earthen pot.

Writers are "disgraced".

"It's so scary!!" The soldier who said Yuanyang Knife took a breath of cold air.

"At such a young age, you actually developed high-end techniques beyond the Eighteen Movements?"

"Silk!"

Looking at each other in silence.

On the northern border of the Shang Kingdom there was a huge national project, an astronomical observatory.

In a place called Gaocheng, 10km east of this camp, King Shang built a huge observatory to measure the time of the Constant Era.

The height of the platform is 126 meters. There are two rooms in the wide observation platform, which are used to place the armillary sphere, simple instruments and standard tables. The entire platform is shaped like an overturned bucket.

On the ground, there is a celestial ruler with graduations, which astronomers use to measure the length of the sun's shadow.

There were nearly a thousand slaves working there continuously for half a year.

Huge boulders were quarried from distant mountains and transported over 2km using rolling logs to build this observatory.

Peng, the astronomer of King Shang, wanted to measure the relative position changes of stars by magnifying their shadows.

So he needed a huge regular ruler to record its shadow and deduce it through the star positions in the sky.

However, anyone familiar with astronomy knows that this is unreliable.

Let’s use a simple analogy: the difference between a sidereal day and a solar day.

Since a star is at infinity (relative to the planet's orbital plane), its light can be regarded as parallel light. One sidereal day is equal to a location receiving two beams of the same star's light.

A problem arises here, the planet's autobiographical angle will eat up some time.

Even if this angle is very small, once it is accumulated over the entire sidereal year, this difference will be reflected.

As far as blue stars are concerned, a sidereal year is about six hours longer (solar time) than a solar year.

Exploration and organization are tortuous, but it does not prevent mankind from continuing and moving forward bravely.

An ancient road was built from Qiucheng to Gaocheng Observatory. This road carried the best wishes of the Shang king.

Several fast horses galloped on this dirt road, and the leader's feet were dripping with blue blood.

"It should be soon."

"Is this really a double blessing?"

"It's not the third blessing!" Han Ling'er pressed her horse's mane and smiled charmingly.

"Three joys?"

"Are you happy?" Yi Yang looked wretched.

"Yeah," Han Ling'er nodded, then shook her head.

"How to say?"

"Yixi, we have an extra partner, Erxi meets an old friend in a foreign land, it shouldn't be a different world, and I know this partner of Sanxi!"

Huo Shan was silent for a moment, "I can understand the first two, is there anything special about the third one?"

"You don't understand this," Han Ling'er smiled, "The biggest difference is that when I put on a grass skirt, I can restore 50% of my morale by raising my legs!"

"Come on..." Yi Yang curled his lips, and Han Ling'er said that the train was flying, but it had never started.

"This," Huo Shan twitched the corner of his mouth. The number of people in the entire task force who had not been corrected by Han Ling'er was zero.

"Do you have any opinions too?"

"No!"

...

"We're here!" Yi Yang saw the little campfire and knew it was his own.

When the writer woke up, it was already early morning on the second day.

Severe dry mouth and empty stomach, tormenting the fragile body

"water..."

Squinting his eyes, the blazing sun shone brightly in his sky.

"Master, you're awake..." Xiao Li came over smiling, with surprise on his face.

"Water..." My mouth is dry, and every word has a tearing pain.

"Ah~" Xiao Li came over.

"He asked for water," but there was a clang, which sounded like a water bag being hit on the wooden board.

"Hold him up before feeding him, otherwise he will choke."

After struggling twice, his eyelids opened. The writer's hands grasped the air feebly. This time, Xiao Li understood and helped the writer up.

In the field of vision, the yellow dust is tightly locked like a curtain, and an ancient road leads far away to the confused center.

The sturdy man was shouting slogans and was pulling a huge stone with a rope, and the sleepers were spread densely on the ground.

The overseer in black shorts shook the whip in his hand and stared at the group of men with eyes like a hawk.

From time to time, bright red blood marks would fall on the dripping body.

"We are..." The writer greedily sucked the water bag in his hand and replenished water quickly, which made him choke several times.

"We are going to Youzhou in the north, we are just passing through."

Huo Shan gently rode over, and he appeared in the writer's field of vision.

"It's you."

"Why are you so disappointed?" Huo Shan's left hand was hanging on the saddle, his right hand was holding the riding whip, and the corner of his mouth was curved.

"The ghost is still lingering~" The writer straightened his body and saw clearly that he was on a chariot, but he didn't know where the chariot cover was.

"Have you seen the police?"

"without."

How could a slave who was captured after landing have the chance to see the police?

Huo Shan nodded, "It seems to be transmitted randomly."

"So where are we going?" the writer wondered.

"A strange civilization."

"civilization?"

According to the definition of the earth, a species constitutes a civilization. Could it be another kind of Wrangler?

Huo Shan looked at the writer's confused eyes and added, "A misplaced civilization."

The so-called misplaced civilization is a civilization that should not appear in a certain time and place. This civilization has the same race, cultural context, technological context, and even religious context as the civilization in the main time.

Just like a misplaced time and space, it appeared out of thin air.

"Blue-blooded?"

"Um."

In fact, it is difficult to imagine what kind of civilization this is.

"General Huo, I have a question for you," the writer turned sideways and broke away from Xiao Li's arms. Xiao Li looked at the trembling writer and stretched out his hand, but the writer said goodbye.

"explain."

"Are all blue-blooded people players?" He looked closely.

"It seems they are all now," Huo Shan's eyebrows moved slightly, looking a little helpless.

"In fact, we can only determine whether they are players through some specific codes."

"But many indigenous people, yearning for this misplaced civilization, will also secretly learn these secret codes, so we often have no way to determine whether they are players."

The degree of reality in the game is so terrifying that even the emotions of the NPCs are reproduced, making it really difficult to distinguish.

The writer recalled that Ziwei's snap of his fingers was also clear.

"In other words, the red-blooded person may also be a player," at this point, the writer glanced at Xiao Li, who was blinking.

"Huh? Master, please give me whatever you want..." The writer covered Xiao Li's mouth.

What bastard taught this?

"We haven't found a real existence yet," Huo Shan said with a distant head. "Many people just yearn for high-level civilization and learn from it..."

The team passed through the long yellow sand and headed north.

The writer was sitting on the carriage, looking at the 50-meter-high success. He remained silent and no one knew what he was thinking.

Several fast horses led the team, and a dozen knights on the left and right were talking and laughing.

The Great Shang Kingdom is retreating behind the writer little by little, and the place that makes him sad is moving away.

An unknown fate awaits the writer, a misplaced civilization.