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    Chapter 32 Subcutaneous History

    Is it really a dream?  Dreams have never seemed so real.

    He shook his head helplessly and walked towards the dormitory building. This was really a waste of time.

    I wonder why I fell asleep on the grass while walking just now.

    "Houheimen, haha, this name is probably a character in some martial arts novel that I have read."

    When I think back on my own experience, it seems that I haven¡¯t had the chance to offend anyone with dignity or power.

    He suddenly stopped. The Lu Rong family whose bride he had robbed and the Li family who almost became her husband's family seemed to be somewhat powerful forces.  If everything just now was not a dream, then the assassin sent by these two families would most likely be realized.

    Thinking of this, he was shocked and remembered Yue Yanting's words to alert him.

    ????????????? Apart from him, there were also Yue Yanting and Hu Chenghu who participated in this bride-robbing. Yue Yanting¡¯s family was rich and powerful. If there was danger, her bodyguards would show up. She didn¡¯t have to worry too much. Hu Chenghu was just like herself.

    Feeling anxious, I quickened my steps and ran back to the dormitory.

    Opening the dormitory door, I saw Hu Chenghu sitting at the table, playing with his computer.

    He let out a sigh of relief, mocking his own worries in his heart.

    Hu Chenghu glanced at him and said, "You are running so hard that your forehead is covered with sweat. Someone is chasing you."

    "Yes, and the killers are all beauties. Their looks are better than those of the five beauties, their temperament is as good as Nangong Yan's, and their voices are sweeter than Ouyang Meihe (one of the twelve golden hairpins of Longhua University, and the school radio anchor). Their looks and voices are both  Extremely sweet.)." After staying with Hu Chenghu for a long time, Lin Xiansong also learned to tease him about beautiful women.

    Hu Chenghu chuckled and said, "That power will definitely overwhelm Chen Daji."

    "By the way, I told Tigress that you wanted to join the martial arts club, and she agreed." Lin Xiansong wiped his face with a towel and said.

    Hu Chenghu¡¯s face lit up with joy when he heard this, and he said excitedly: ¡°That¡¯s great, I¡¯ll tell you, brother, you can definitely do it. Let¡¯s go have a barbecue, brother, treat me.¡±

    Lin Xiansong quickly waved his hand and said no. He had a full stomach and esophagus at dinner, and he still felt a little bloated. He looked at his computer and asked, "Are you messing with me again?"  Where is your database of beauties?" But he found that what was on his computer screen was not the pictures of beauties he had seen in the past, but a document that was being completed.

    "No, I'm currently writing the script assigned by Professor Wang."

    "Script?" Lin Xiansong frowned slightly. Why didn't he remember that Professor Wang had assigned homework like writing a script?

    Seeing his astonished expression, Hu Chenghu said angrily: "It's only been a few days and you've forgotten it? It's the script for a stage play co-operated by the Department of History and the Department of Performance."

    Oh, Lin Xiansong remembered it, and it seemed like this was the case, "What did you write about? Are you sure of being selected?"

    "Hehe." Hu Chenghu smiled proudly, with an excited expression on his face, and said: "My script is "Jiangnan Group Arts Club". With my writing style and knowledge, I can't win the first place easily."

    "What? "Jiangnan Group Art Group"" Lin Xiansong only felt angry and funny at the same time.

    This "Jiangnan Group Art Meeting" is about the Great Chu period.  At that time, China was in a period of economic development.  As the most prosperous city in China at that time, Qinhuai was even more wealthy and wealthy, with piles of gold and jade.  Keeping warm and thinking has been this way since ancient times, so the singing, dancing and prostitution industry was extremely prosperous in this area at that time.  There are never too many good people. At that time, someone selected eight geishas among the many outstanding singing and dancing prostitutes. Not only were these eight geishas good at sex and art, but they were all geishas who were prostitutes but not their bodies. They were also called Qin Huai.  Eight arts.  Qin Huai's Eight Arts were famous back then, and their popularity was no less than that of today's superstars. In terms of talent, they were many times better than those so-called stars and kings today.

    These eight arts belong to different buildings in Qinhuai. There is a competition between the buildings. People who buy melons don¡¯t say that their own melons are licked. Therefore, various rumors about who is better among the eight arts soon spread in the streets.  Here, there was a rumor among the teahouses.  At the time of the uproar and endless debate, the Jinling Master in the Qinhuai area proposed an Eight Arts Festival. Since Qinhuai was located in the south of the Yangtze River, it was also called the Jiangnan Group Arts Festival.  It means inviting the eight Qinhuai arts to come together to show off their strengths, and then be judged by celebrities from all walks of life invited by Mr. Jinling.  This was quite a sensational event at the time, and many literati wrote articles afterwards.  Of course, each flower attracts different eyes, and there are many different versions handed down.

    "If you let the girls from the acting department perform as geishas, ??aren't you afraid that they will tear you to pieces?"

    Hu Chenghu shook his head disapprovingly and said: "You don't understand this. Any one of Qinhuai's eight arts back then would definitely be able to make any current queen proud."?Let¡¯s compare.  I think that instead of idolizing the current female stars who are purely promoted through packaging, girls in the acting department should worship Qin Huai's Eight Arts.  They all have real skills in kung fu.  "

    Lin Xiansong shook his head and smiled bitterly. There would be no positive results in arguing with Hu Chenghu on these issues.

    "Then what role do you want to play, Mr. Jinling?"

    Mr. Jinling was the son of the governor of the south of the Yangtze River in the Chu Dynasty at that time. Not only was his family powerful, he was also a talented man who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.  With the reputation and arrogance of Qinhuai's Eight Arts at that time, only he could mobilize all eight arts at once.

    Hu Chenghu showed a longing look, then shook his head and said: "The role of Prince Jinling in my script is very important, and the requirements for actors are also very high. I'm afraid it won't be my turn. My goal is to play a judge.  .¡±

    "The judges invited by Mr. Jinling are all extraordinary people." Lin Xiansong looked at him with confidence, as if he would definitely get a chance to perform as a judge.

    Hu Chenghu smiled confidently: "I currently have eight judges in this script. If necessary, I can add one or two more at any time. Anyway, the focus of everyone's attention is the Eight Arts Competition. As for the question of how many judges there are, it doesn't matter.  No one really paid attention.¡±

    "By the way, how is your script writing going?" Hu Chenghu asked.

    "I haven't written it." Lin Xiansong answered simply, "This is not a required homework, and I've been busy recently."

    "What else do you have to do if you are busy dating beautiful women? God is unfair. Some people work hard to win the opportunity to be with beautiful women, while some people are born to be beauty magnets. As long as they wait for the beautiful women themselves,  Just stick it on." Hu Chenghu said angrily.

    Lin Xiansong laughed and scolded: "Okay, is it that exaggerated? You'd better write your "Jiangnan Group Arts Club" properly. Our history department is also full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Maybe one of your classmates will write a top-notch masterpiece like yours.  Let¡¯s compare the books.¡±

    Hu Chenghu curled his lips and said confidently: "Just watch, I have decided on the script for this stage play." After that, he concentrated on writing his script.

    Lin Xiansong stopped disturbing him, took out a textbook, and flipped through it casually.

    Although I was looking at the textbook, I don¡¯t know why, but my mind kept thinking about the dream on the grass just now.

    That pair of eyes that were as cold as blades and indifferent to life, that left arm flying in the air, and the ethereal voice of the hero in the dream that was suddenly far and near.

    Closing the book and sighing, he found that he couldn't read any of the content at this time.

    "Why are you sighing at such a young age?" Hu Chenghu said in a rather old-fashioned tone.

    "Hey, have you heard of the name Houheimen?" Lin Xiansong had something in mind and asked unconsciously.

    As soon as the question came out, he felt that what he was doing was a bit ridiculous. He heard it in a dream. How could such a thick black door really exist in this world.

    "Houheimen?" Hu Chenghu said with a slightly surprised look on his face, "Where did you hear that?"

    He couldn¡¯t say that he heard it in his dream, otherwise he would definitely be laughed at by this guy, so he said: ¡°I heard it by chance.¡±

    Seeing the rare serious expression on Hu Chenghu¡¯s face, Lin Xiansong thought to himself: Does this thick black door really exist?  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. If the thick black door was true, then his dream might also be true.

    Seeing Lin Xiansong's curious eyes, Hu Chenghu said: "Houheimen is an ancient organization in China. Traces of its activities can always be found between the changes of various dynasties in ancient times, and they often played some vital roles.  .¡±

    He opened his mouth in surprise and said: "The Thousand Black Gate is so important in history, why have I never seen it in various books?"

    Hu Chenghu sneered, "The Eight Arts of Qinhuai were no less famous than any general with outstanding military achievements in the Chu Kingdom at that time. Have you ever seen their names in the official history?"

    This guy really knows his stuff.

    "There are two types of history. One is the historical knowledge that ordinary people obtain through normal learning and reading. This kind of history is called skin history, which is our current history in a broad sense."

    This statement is somewhat novel. Lin Xiansong asked: "What about another one?"

    Unexpectedly, Hu Chenghu changed the subject and talked about the structure of the human body: "Skin, meridians, flesh and bones, these make up the human body. The skin is the outermost part, and it will determine the image of everyone. But what really determines whether the human body is healthy and strong, is  They are the meridians, flesh and blood, and bones under the skin. They are hidden under the skin, not visible or exposed, but?is real.  "

    "The second kind of history is called subcutaneous history, and it is the real history."

    Lin Xiansong nodded. This was the first time he heard this statement, but when he thought about it carefully, he found it quite reasonable.  Just like now in the streets and alleys, TV and radio stations are full of advertisements for whitening products, and almost all women are using whitening products.  These products take away the color of their skin, and the skin is no longer what it originally was.  However, most of the flesh, blood, muscles and bones under their skin are still the same, natural and natural.

    "Then the thick black door belongs to the category of subcutaneous history?" Lin Xiansong asked.

    "Yes, in the subcutaneous history, Houheimen is an extremely important part of the historical development of China." Hu Chenghu nodded seriously.

    "Is there still a thick black door now?" Lin Xiansong asked nervously.

    "Of course not. The thick black gate disappeared two hundred years ago."

    Hearing Hu Chenghu's answer, Lin Xiansong breathed a sigh of relief. It must have been a dream.  Although there is a thick black door that coincidentally existed.

    With his mood relaxed, the subcutaneous history mentioned by Hu Chenghu aroused his interest, so he asked: "Brother, how much subcutaneous history do you know? Tell me."

    Hu Chenghu rolled his eyes and said: "I just know this category. In fact, I am not interested in this at all. What I am really interested in is the scenery of beauties under their clothes."

    Lin Xiansong, who was originally full of interest, was stunned when he heard this.
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