Chapter 1 The Wind from Jin and Advancement

The wind from Jin was slowly blowing in advancement.

In reality,

the method of advancement in this round had long been clear. After all, Fan Li had taken the lead, followed by Liang Cheng, Si Niang, and A Ming.

In this matter, the demon kings basically shared intelligence, because no one knew who would advance first in the next round.

Moreover, everyone was gathered around the master, jointly living this "life." It could be said that everyone was now a team, and this team had a high degree of freedom. Everyone was having a great time. It wasn't a conflict of interest where if you advanced, I couldn't advance, so there was no internal strife.

And the key point of this round was four words: Open your heart.

A new level that transcended mere "licking," but it wasn't difficult either.

The Blind Man had been hesitating and pondering.

As he said, there was nothing in his heart.

But,

nothingness was also "something."

As the saying goes, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.

The Blind Man was a very smart person. Smart people were often calm and orderly when doing 99.9% of things, but sometimes, they would get stuck in a rut.

However,

advancement should have been an exciting and joyful thing. After all, it meant a further recovery of strength.

It was just that,

this style,

this foreshadowing,

made it difficult for the Blind Man to extract that feeling of joy.

As Zheng Boye had said before, if the Blind Man had advanced while wiping the white fluff from the corner of his mouth from eating an orange, then he, Zheng Fan, would have been disgusted for ten years.

Now, it was the other way around.

And the emotion of "disgust" was often very strange. When two people stood together, if one person was disgusted, the other person often felt indifferent, and even wanted to laugh a little.

"Congratulations, congratulations," Zheng Boye said somewhat perfunctorily.

The Blind Man supported his forehead and waved his hand just as perfunctorily.

"I think it was just the right emotion, it has nothing to do with the orange," Zheng Boye said.

The Blind Man shook his head,

and said:

"Master, there's no need to explain this matter."

The Blind Man raised his head.

The words he had just said also made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Thank you for staying here to help the Sword Saint as a guardian. I have something else to do."

This was a rough excuse, because if it was a real matter, the Blind Man couldn't possibly not know. But the Blind Man still nodded. After Zheng Boye left, the Blind Man, who had just advanced, replaced him as the Sword Saint's guardian.

He also needed to be quiet and take it slow.

Now,

what he was most grateful for,

was that he was in the second half of the batch to advance. If he had been the first, then his advancement experience would definitely have been repeatedly requested by the other demon kings to be explained in detail many times.

This would have been a terrible torment.

At the same time,

the style could very likely have been brought into a strange vortex. It wouldn't be eye-searing, it would be like growing styes in the eyes.

A little later,

the Blind Man silently took out the second orange from his pocket,

hesitated for a moment,

and put it back in his pocket.

Beside him was half an orange left by Zheng Boye.

The Blind Man pointed his fingertip forward.

The orange rolled down the steps and forward.

He retracted his fingertip.

The orange began to roll back.

Rolling over,

and rolling back,

rolling over,

and rolling back.

Finally,

the Blind Man snapped his fingers.

The half orange exploded directly.

The smell of orange immediately filled the air.

The Blind Man's mouth twitched.

This sickening sweet and sour taste.

…

Zheng Boye did have something to do. Si Niang had basically been busy in the signing room recently. When he returned triumphantly, Si Niang told him the news of the Sword Saint's "disappearance," and immediately went back to sorting out the accounts.

With the imminent war against Chu,

Xuehai Pass had to provide at least 15,000 combat troops, as well as corresponding laborers.

Currently, there were even more barbarian slave soldiers joining. Including various money, food, and military supplies, under thousands of threads, only Si Niang had the ability to sort these things out.

Therefore, Zheng Boye was too embarrassed to ask Si Niang:

Didn't we agree to start making babies when I got back from Yanjing? When are we starting?

He didn't disturb Si Niang. As for the princess, she went to bed early every day. As long as conditions allowed, she would maintain the almost rigid routine of a Great Chu noble. Zheng Boye didn't go there either.

In the end,

Zheng Boye walked into an elegant little courtyard.

She wouldn't go to bed early, and couldn't possibly go to bed early.

The two night watchmaids immediately saluted when they saw Zheng Fan coming:

"Greetings, Boye."

"Greetings, Boye."

"Alright, you can go down."

Zheng Boye directly pushed open the door and saw a graceful figure sitting inside.

Before going to bed, Liu Ruqing was wearing a purple silk robe, which highlighted her exquisite figure to the fullest.

This outfit could only be worn in the bedroom, it was impossible to wear it outside.

Although people often said that people depended on clothes, there were also some people who could rely on themselves to hold up their clothes.

Liu Ruqing was such a woman. Her appearance, her temperament, her charm, her tenderness, everything about her formed the most harmonious symbiotic existence.

If she were in the palace, she would definitely be the kind of woman who could make the emperor neglect morning court.

Even the melancholy of a widow added an intoxicating fragrance to her brow, just right, just appropriate.

Not resentment, not hatred, not even sorrow,

but regret.

Adding one point would be too greasy, subtracting one point would be too bland.

Just as Zheng Boye thought, others might be busy, or go to bed early, but Liu Ruqing would not.

In the Fan family, Liu Ruqing had been widowed for many years. During the day, she had to deal with the Fan family members properly. At night, before going to bed, she had to spend some time lamenting her desolation and loneliness.

After coming to the Earl's Mansion, she had to lament even more about her homesickness.

Today, because she had accidentally witnessed a scene she shouldn't have seen, she actually had one more lament.

Fan Zhengwen sent her to Xuehai Pass from thousands of miles away. Liu Ruqing knew what the purpose was. Although she was Fan Zhengwen's brother's widow, in theory, Fan Zhengwen, as the elder brother, should try to protect his younger brother's widow as much as possible.

But alas, this "uncle," whom she once thought was a famous doctor invited by the Fan family's old matriarch, was actually so noble.

Liu Ruqing's nature wasn't very timid, but in reality, she still couldn't escape the constraints of the current world where women were appendages of men.

She had already positioned herself well, sitting in the concubine's seat. At the same time, after learning that her younger brother Liu Zhong would also be coming to Xuehai Pass, she had already regarded the Earl's Mansion as her new home in her heart.

She was already a lonely person. What difference did it make whether she entrusted herself to the Fan family or the Earl's Mansion?

Since she had made psychological preparations, Liu Ruqing was also waiting, waiting for the day when "Uncle" would enter her bedroom and pick her body.

This was what she should do, she didn't think about resisting.

If she really wanted to resist, she could have had countless opportunities to end her life on the way from the Fan family to Xuehai Pass.

At the same time,

to tell the truth, just as the princess had compared Qu Peiluo and Zheng Boye and concluded that Zheng Boye looked better in every way than Qu Peiluo,

Liu Ruqing couldn't help but compare her deceased husband with Zheng Boye. But even the eldest son of the Qu clan couldn't compare, so how could a sickly young master of the Fan family compare to the Earl of Pingye of Great Yan?

Even comparing her deceased husband with the Earl of Pingye was more like deliberately elevating her deceased husband and desecrating the Earl of Pingye.

Liu Ruqing knew that these thoughts in her mind were wrong, but she couldn't control herself from thinking that way.

Living in the Earl's Mansion, eating in the Earl's Mansion, traveling in the Earl's Mansion, if she didn't think about the Earl of Pingye, who else could she think about?

However,

she was prepared,

maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow night, or maybe the night after tomorrow.

But unfortunately, Zheng Boye had never stayed overnight with her. Instead, he would come over from time to time during the day, listen to her sing a few songs, and call out "Uncle" a few times.

Women's hearts were delicate. Liu Ruqing was already intelligent and gentle. Although she had worn white flowers on her head early, she often chatted with those sisters-in-law in the Fan family over the years.

She also knew something about men's thoughts and preferences.

For example,

she knew,

Zheng Boye seemed to like hearing her call him "Uncle."

Clearly, she was his concubine, his nominal woman, but he liked her to call him by an elder's title.

Sister Feng also knew about this, and had even ordered someone to call her over specifically to have her call "Uncle" for her to hear.

Liu Ruqing was terrified at the time,

because she knew Si Niang's position in the Earl's Mansion.

Even the Great Chu princess had to act meek in front of her, let alone her.

Liu Ruqing thought that Si Niang was angry that she was using such seductive means to seduce the Earl of Pingye.

She herself was also a little guilty, because she had also changed the title to please the Earl of Pingye.

However,

Si Niang only had her call "Uncle" a few times in person,

and then had her call "Daddy" a few times,

before waving her hand and telling her to leave.

After this incident, as the days in the Earl's Mansion grew longer, Liu Ruqing gradually relaxed.

Compared to the Fan family, the Earl of Pingye was indeed very deserted, but she actually liked this kind of desolation. When there was nothing to do, she could enjoy raising flowers and reading books in her small courtyard, without having to deliberately put on a smile for people. It was very comfortable here.

The only discomfort was, when would the Earl of Pingye want her?

Although she knew that thinking about this as a woman would make her feel very ashamed, she couldn't help but think about it, because she was already in a state of "ruined beauty."

Most importantly, after getting over the initial confusion and panic, she instinctively wanted to seek a guarantee for her current life.

And, her younger brother would also be coming here soon.

Although she was called "Auntie" by the servants, this Auntie of hers hadn't grasped anything yet.

It was like a document that had already been written and the ink had dried, but had never been stamped.

This heart, ah,

had been floating in the sky, unable to settle down.

It wasn't that she hadn't thought about deliberately seducing the Earl of Pingye, but her charm was from the inside out, not deliberate. Deliberately calling "Uncle" was already the maximum limit she could do.

Moreover,

every time she saw the Earl of Pingye,

when he sat in front of her,

she would feel a kind of immense pressure.

She was afraid of him, very afraid, afraid to the point of being unable to control herself.

Today,

Liu Ruqing looked at her face in the mirror, her eyes slightly moist. She didn't want to think that her husband had a fondness for men, but what was that scene during the day?

At this time,

Zheng Boye pushed the door open and came in.

Liu Ruqing was so frightened that she stood up, putting her hands in front of her chest. After seeing Zheng Boye, she timidly called out;

"Uncle!"

This,

was the first time the Earl of Pingye had entered her bedroom at night. Two blushes uncontrollably appeared on Liu Ruqing's face.

A ripe peach, as if water could be squeezed out with a light pinch.

Zheng Boye walked straight over, sat on the stool Liu Ruqing had been sitting on, and then unceremoniously pulled the beauty into his arms.

Liu Ruqing let out a cry of surprise,

then buried her face in Zheng Boye's chest, holding onto the corner of Boye's clothes tightly with both hands.

If everything were to happen naturally, then... let it happen naturally.

It wasn't that it had come too quickly and suddenly, but that it had come too slowly. This kind of waiting was also a kind of torment.

If she gave her body to him today,

then tomorrow, when she faced those servants in the courtyard calling her Auntie, she wouldn't feel so empty in her heart, right?

The other hand lifted her chin,

making her look him in the eye.

In those eyes,

it was as if there were ripples swaying, swaying into people's hearts. It wasn't seduction, but the heart had already turned into strings.

At the same time, Liu Ruqing also sensed the constantly rising and falling chest of the man holding her, and the fire that was about to burst out of his eyes.

Long-term widowhood was like a pool of spring water, waiting for a gentle breeze to stir up its ripples.

Dry wood meeting a spark, shyness, embarrassment, and that eagerness to refuse and welcome,

this sound entered the lungs, this tune entered the heart.

Zheng Boye took a deep breath,

and said:

"Good girl, call it a few more times."

Earlier, when helping the Blind Man advance, Zheng Boye was worried that the wind from Jin would mess up his rhythm. Although he was confident that he was a straight man, at this moment, he also needed Liu Ruqing to help him "prevent problems before they occur."

Liu Ruqing put her arms around Zheng Boye's neck,

and put her mouth close to Zheng Boye's ear,

…

"Splash!" "Splash!" "Splash!"

Buckets of well water were poured down from overhead.

A sword maid holding two skewers of candied haws walked past here. Seeing the person standing by the well, she was a little puzzled, but then, after recognizing who it was, she couldn't help but say in surprise:

"Boye? Are you practicing at night?"

Zheng Boye ignored the sword maid, but instead picked up another bucket of well water and poured it over himself.

Huff…

"Boye, you're too disciplined."

The sword maid took the initiative to walk over.

Zheng Fan threw the wooden bucket aside and said to her;

"Get me a handkerchief and some clothes."

"Um, okay, Boye."

The sword maid ran out quickly and brought back a towel and a set of clothes.

After simply wiping his body and changing his clothes, Zheng Boye reached out and snatched a skewer of candied haws from the sword maid's hand, took a bite, and said:

"Young children, eat less sweets at night, be careful of cavities."

After speaking,

Zheng Boye walked straight towards the front house.

Inside the signing room,

Si Niang was still flipping through the accounts, frowning slightly from time to time.

When Zheng Boye walked in, Si Niang raised her head, looked at him, and smiled.

"You've worked hard, Si Niang."

Zheng Boye walked to the table and handed the candied haws to Si Niang's mouth.

Si Niang opened her red lips slightly and took a bite.

Zheng Boye asked: "Is it sweet?"

Si Niang nodded and said: "Sweet."

Then,

she continued flipping through the accounts in her hand while chewing.

"Don't work too hard, pay attention to rest," Zheng Boye said.

Si Niang nodded and continued looking at the accounts, saying;

"Yes, I'll rest after I finish the work at hand."

Zheng Boye pulled a chair over from the side, sat down, and said:

"You said, doesn't our conversation just now sound like I'm a young kept boy supported by a rich woman?"

"Does Master want to switch to a different scenario mode?"

"Heh."

"Is Ruqing serving you well?"

Zheng Boye raised an eyebrow.

Si Niang smiled and said: "It's not that I'm deliberately keeping an eye on things, it's just that most of the little sluts in the mansion were gathered by me back in Tiger Head City. When they saw Master going to Ruqing's room at night, they immediately came to report to me."

Zheng Boye shook his head and said; "Actually, nothing happened."

"Nothing happened?" Si Niang was a little surprised, put down the pen in her hand, and looked at Zheng Fan.

At this time, Si Niang noticed that Zheng Fan's hair was still wet;

With her keen mind, she immediately understood Zheng Fan's intentions and said:

"Master, I don't mind."

"But I do," Zheng Boye said very seriously, "Actually, I think it's pretty good for the two of us to just get by in this world for the rest of our lives;

If you want a child, then we'll have a child. If you don't want a child, then we'll still live our lives the same way."

"I…"

"In short, I won't touch them before you get pregnant. Even if you get pregnant, I can still not touch them."

"But I really don't mind, Master doesn't need to restrain himself at all. I'm not pretending to be virtuous, nor am I saying the opposite."

"Neither am I."

"Then wouldn't Sister Ruqing be very sad?"

"I've told her, and she understands."

"But I really have a lot of things to do here."

"You be busy with yours, I'll stay with you tonight. Come, I'll grind the ink for you."

"Master."

"Yes, don't be polite."

"I use charcoal pencils."

"…" Zheng Boye.

…

As dawn was about to break,

the door was pushed open from the inside.

The Sword Saint walked out of the room.

The Blind Man got up and asked with a smile; "How do you feel?"

The Sword Saint smiled and said: "I feel like I want to find Tian Wujing for another fight right now."

"You will definitely win."

"You've worked hard too, guarding here for so long."

"It's what I should do."

"Where's Zheng Fan? I have to thank him. From the time I entered Shengle City until now, my understanding of swordsmanship has improved a lot."

"Master left a message, saying that we're all family, no need to be polite."

The Sword Saint nodded. He wasn't an obstinate person. He looked at the sky and said:

"Suddenly, I want to have a drink."

The Blind Man immediately said: "Okay, I'll have someone prepare a plate of peanuts and a pot of yellow wine, and three wine cups."

"Three?"

"Naturally, we have to drink this wine in the room where Gou Moli is, the taste will be even better."

The Sword Saint laughed.

………

Outside Fengxin City,

a carriage was moving slowly,

a team of cavalry, lined up on the left and right, providing escort.

A temporary pavilion appeared ahead, a wooden roof, three sides with挡板, leaving one side open for ventilation.

Inside the pavilion,

sat a man wearing a white python robe.

The cavalry around the carriage immediately dispersed, and the carriage stopped in front of the pavilion.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and an old man with white hair, supported by a servant, got out of the carriage.

The old man was wearing a black robe, his figure appeared thin, but between his eyebrows, there seemed to be a force of fierce wind.

Yao Zizhan, the literary saint of Qian, once ridiculed himself,

He said that he had lived a lifetime doing absurd things, writing absurd poems, and being an absurd person.

This was not self-deprecation, but because he was indeed unrestrained and loved freedom. In his poetry, he was free, in the court, he was free, and in his family, he was also free.

To match his three absurdities,

Yao Zizhan also specifically mentioned three others.

There was a great Confucian in Jiangnan of the Great Qian. Sixty years ago, his literary talent was well-known, but he refused to enter politics his entire life. After passing the imperial examination and establishing his family, exempting his family's fields from taxes and repaying his family's kindness in raising him, he did not go to the capital to participate in the spring examination. Instead, he walked among the people, ran private schools, did not accept tuition fees, and taught the children of poor families to read and write for sixty years.

When he was young, he wrote many masterpieces, but after holding the teaching ruler, what he read and recited was mainly the Three Character Classic and some enlightenment poems.

However, Yao Zizhan regarded him as writing serious poems throughout his life. After all, there was no more serious poetry than teaching and educating people without discrimination.

In the West Mountain County of the Great Qian, there was once a scholar who passed the spring examination and was personally selected by the official in the palace examination as the Tanhua (third place), but he did not continue to write the romantic affairs of the Tanhua. Instead, he resigned and returned to his hometown half a year later. Because droughts occurred frequently in the West Mountain County, it was one of the few poor places in Qian. After resigning and returning to his hometown, he led his clan and the villagers to dig canals and design rivers. He did this for twenty years. Having been exposed to wind and sun for a long time, the former Tanhua now looked no different from an old farmer.

Reading the books of sages and doing the things of sages, moreover, the people regard food as the sky, and the country is centered on the people. Therefore, he lived a lifetime doing serious things.

The third,

was not a Qian person,

but a Chu person.

He came from the Chen clan of Great Chu. The Chen clan was also a second-class aristocratic family in Chu, but he was not the direct son of the Chen clan, nor was he a son of a concubine, but rather an illegitimate son.

Throughout his life, he followed his mother's surname, Meng, and was named Shou.

After Meng Shou came of age, he entered the Literary History Pavilion of Great Chu and, together with his teacher, revised the "History of Chu," which recorded the period from the first Marquis of Chu entering Chu to the present.

After the completion of the "History of Chu," at the age of thirty, he entered Jin and, at the invitation of the Wenren family, revised the "History of Jin," which took seven years.

The Wenren family promised him a thousand gold, wanting him to say nice things about their family and use some historical writing techniques in the "History of Jin."

However, he stubbornly insisted on leaving a note in the "History of Jin," stating that after Emperor Dezong, the imperial power fell into the hands of the feudal lords, and the signs of the three families dividing Jin were revealed.

He directly pointed out that the power of the Jin imperial family began to be divided and eaten by the three vassal families of the Situ family, the Wenren family, and the Helian family after Emperor Dezong.

Because of this sentence, the Wenren family imprisoned him for three years. During this period, they used both threats and inducements, but they failed to force him to change his writing.

Later, the old head of the Wenren family died, and the new head of the family took office. He respected Meng Shou's integrity and pardoned him to leave the country.

From then on, the world called Meng Shou a historical pen like a knife.

The seven years of revising the "History of Jin," plus the three years of imprisonment, when he left Jin, Meng Shou was already forty years old. Later, some scholars wrote poems because of this, saying that he entered Jin at thirty and came out at forty, still a young man with the spring breeze.

Meng Shou did not return to Chu, but at the invitation of the Qian Emperor, entered Qian and spent three years in the Hanlin Academy in the capital revising the "History of Qian."

Therefore, the opening chapter of the "History of Qian," the Basic Annals of Emperor Taizu, directly stated that Emperor Taizu plundered his empire.

The word "plundered" indicated that the founding of Qian was based on bullying and plundering the orphans and widows of others.

The Qian Emperor did not imprison him or embarrass him, but sent him out of Qian with courtesy.

At the age of forty-four, Meng Shou entered Yan and revised the "History of Yan." This revision has continued to the present, for nearly thirty years.

One reason was that the Chu nobles respected restoration and had many ancient books that were well preserved. The Jin Kingdom had the Wenren family, who liked elegance and culture, and also had a rich collection of books. Qian Kingdom went without saying, the Hanlin Academy could be described as a gathering of culture, and the history of Qian was originally short.

However, Yan Kingdom, although it had been founded for eight hundred years, had almost always been at war. The emperors would die in battle from time to time, and few people would carefully record other aspects. Moreover, the Yan people did not pay attention to education.

Therefore, revising the "History of Yan" did not have so many historical materials and ancient books to verify and compare. Many times, they could only do it themselves. In the early years, they had to go to the homes of the various aristocratic families in Yan to ask for books;

Moreover, as people got older, their energy was not as good as before, and revising history naturally became slower.

However, Meng Shou, alone, traveled to various countries and revised the histories of the four major countries, which could be described as the greatest historian in the world.

Yao Zizhan commented on him, saying: "Historical pen is like a knife, not pen is like a knife, not history is like a knife, but the mind of the writer is like a knife;"

Calling him a lifetime of being a serious person.

Right now,

Meng Shou stood outside the pavilion, looking at the person standing inside the pavilion.

Tian Wujing walked out of the pavilion and bowed down:

"Teacher."

When Meng Shou entered Yan, he sought books from the Tian family, and the Tian family agreed, with only one request: to accept Tian Wujing as a disciple.

Therefore, Meng Shou was Tian Wujing's teacher in the field of literary education.

The master and disciple met without any estrangement.

Meng Shou touched his stomach and said: "Teacher is hungry, is there anything to eat?"

"It's been prepared."

"Good."

Meng Shou entered the pavilion, supported by Tian Wujing.

Inside the pavilion, the wine and dishes had already been prepared on a small table.

Meng Shou picked up his chopsticks and began to eat and drink.

Tian Wujing also picked up his chopsticks and accompanied his teacher in eating.

A little later,

Meng Shou put down his chopsticks, and Tian Wujing also put down his chopsticks.

"You continue to eat. Teacher is old, and my appetite is not good. I often get hungry quickly, but after eating a couple of bites, I'm full. You are still young, you should eat more."

"Teacher, Wujing has already eaten."

"Oh, good."

"Teacher, the team sent by Great Chu to pick you up will arrive in a moment."

"That's great, we can talk for a while longer."

"Why does Teacher have to return to Chu at this time?"

"'The History of Yan' has been revised. How can there be any reason not to return home? Thanks to His Majesty the Yan Emperor trampling on the aristocratic families and collecting the books of the aristocratic families into the palace, otherwise, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be able to finish revising this 'History of Yan' in my lifetime, hahaha, those aristocratic families, I begged them one by one like a beggar in previous years, and ended up in this state, they deserve it, they deserve it!"

Tian Wujing also laughed.

A long time ago, Meng Shou had told him that the more he revised history books, the more he couldn't tell right from wrong. He only knew that every page of the history book was soaked in the light of swords and shadows, intrigue, and selfish calculations.

Even under the bright and aboveboard words of praise, there were often hidden undercurrents.

Reading history can help you understand the rise and fall of dynasties, but the more you revise history, the easier it is to lose the human touch in yourself, because when you revise history, you cannot have your own opinions, you cannot have your own preferences, and you cannot have your own positions. Over time, you might even lose yourself.

"By the way, disciple, do you know what I'm writing with you?"

Speaking of his pride,

Meng Shou grabbed the edge of the small table with both hands, stood up slightly, and looked at Tian Wujing, as if an old naughty child was showing off his abilities, saying:

"What I'm writing with you is the Basic Annals, and like that Marquis of Zhenbei, it's also the Basic Annals. In my opinion, my disciple and that Marquis of Zhenbei are both qualified to use the Basic Annals reserved for emperors!"

Tian Wujing still just smiled.

"I know you don't care, but I have to do something for you, disciple. The world doesn't know you, but I know you, I know your hardships!

Born as a human being, one's life is written in history books with just a few strokes, but how can a few strokes describe even one ten-thousandth of a person's life?

If you really want to do that one ten-thousandth, then you have to bear those ten-thousand sufferings.

My disciple is suffering, I know."

Tian Wujing was still silent.

"Going further southeast, will we reach Zhennan Pass?"

"Yes," Tian Wujing replied.

"If Zhennan Pass is broken, Great Chu will be in danger, right?"

Tian Wujing shook his head and said: "It can only be said that if Zhennan Pass is lost, the situation between Yan and Chu will be completely different."

"As a historian, I hope that this time you can break Zhennan Pass, go straight to Yingdu, and destroy the Chu Kingdom, then attack Qian and pacify the Qian Kingdom.

A lifetime of being a historian, revising the histories of four countries, seems glamorous, but it's actually boring;

Since the fall of the Great Xia Dynasty, the world has been unable to form a unified world for more than eight hundred years. Failing to revise a unified history is the great regret shared by the historians of the past eight hundred years.

Fight, fight for another Great Xia, fight for another unification, so that future historians will no longer have to work as hard as I do."

"Disciple will do his best."

"But...as a Chu person, although I have been wandering outside for most of my life, I still haven't forgotten the beauty of Chu, washing my feet by the Mi River, admiring the snow on the city walls of Yingdu, the leisurely Chu lyrics...

What a good Great Chu, what a good Great Chu,

If it's just gone like this,

It's a pity, to be honest, I really can't bear it."

"Teacher is a Chu person after all."

"Yes, I am a Chu person after all, so as soon as I finished revising the 'History of Yan,' I asked His Majesty to resign and return to my country. Fortunately, I'm just an old man, not worth a single soldier, otherwise, even if I could get past His Majesty, I'm afraid I would still follow the old example under Yupan City and be beheaded here."

Tian Wujing didn't speak, his expression calm.

"Fortunately, I'm useless, and it saves my disciple from adding another stroke to his life.

In fact, there is another reason why I want to return to Chu.

I've been lying in historical materials and history books all my life, but I haven't seen history with my own eyes. This time, I'm going to wait on the city walls of Yingdu and see it for myself. Disciple, don't let me down."

"Yes, disciple will remember Teacher's teachings."

"Yes."

Meng Shou reached out his hand, and his attendant brought paper and pen.

"Record each place you go, write each place you go, His Majesty is still here, the King of Zhenbei is still here, and you are still here. The lamp waits for the fire to go out, and people wait for the coffin to be closed;

But I'm thinking that if I can write more, record more, it can also make future generations understand you better when they read this passage.

Don't worry,

I know you don't care about these,

But I care.

Not for you, but for myself.

The spring and autumn of the pen are basically all for the dead. Fortunately, the world is in a great era of contention, the world is rising in tides, fortunately you are the one who poles the boat in the waves, fortunately I can still have this face;

You must know,

Thousands of years later, when you look back at today, it is impossible to skip you.

If future generations read history to this point,

No matter whether they gnash their teeth and scold you, whether they can't agree with you and think you have a heart of a snake, whether they are afraid to mention you and can't add any details, or whether they can understand a thing or two about you Tian Wujing, whether they can resonate with you a thing or two;

In short,

They will definitely blame me for not writing more in your Basic Annals, why not write more, why not leave more of your pen and ink for them to see?

I'm not familiar with the King of Zhenbei, and he doesn't bother to pay attention to me, a pedantic scholar;

I'm afraid that if I ask too many questions, I won't be able to leave Yan, hahaha, I wasn't afraid in the Wenren family in Jin, and I clearly stated that their three families divided Jin; I wasn't afraid in the capital and directly recorded that their empire was acquired improperly;

But when I'm old, I'm afraid I'm afraid to lose my life."

That's enough, that's enough,

Come, come."

Since ancient times, the historical materials have been the most fond of adding colors. I often scoff at others' colors, but for my disciple, I am willing to add color to you!"

The so-called adding color is to use artistic processing techniques to render historical figures and make them more three-dimensional, such as compiling some things they have not done and things they have not said.

If Zheng Boye were here at this time, he would immediately understand, isn't this "How can a swallow know the ambition of a swan?" Yes, Sima Qian was the hoe next to Chen Sheng. He heard it with his own ears.

"I'm going to add three sections of color to you here. One section, when you were young, my Q&A with you: I asked you, what is your ambition? You answered: A man should have the ambition to soar into the clouds, wield a knife and stand immediately, and reshape the world!"

Tian Wujing shook his head. This was fabricated. He was no longer a child when he apprenticed under Meng Shou, and his mind had matured. How could he speak like this?

His master, as a historian, fabricated his childhood stories in front of his disciple, who was also the person involved.

Meng Shou continued:

"The second section is 'The overthrow of the world's noble families will start with my Tian family!'"

Speaking of this,

Meng Shou slapped his thigh,

And said:

"Disciple, do you know