Chapter 2592 Nothing on My Mind
"We have known each other for many years, but we have never known each other?"
The voice in the black chess piece said: "The road is right there. Our road is broken, but there are still people who continue to walk."
"People have to walk. One day when we are gone and all our students are dead, there will be people who continue to walk this way."
"But if even those of us who hold the sword of history turn our backs on history, the historian will cease to exist."
"The ancient sages of the Song Dynasty sought truth. They chiseled and dried their books on a desk to dry their writings. They also exposed their bellies and said, 'There is nothing in their hearts.'"
"The base of soil is the top of the steps. From ancient times to the present, Qinku Academy ranks first in the history. Hundreds of Confucian scholars coughed up blood and became ink. Masters in the past generations rarely died well...hence the name."
In Zuo Qiuwu's almost out-of-control mood, Black Chess's voice was so cold and stern, indeed there was an almost ruthless feeling, but there was also a determination to never look back.
He said: "Zuo Qiuwu, if my sword deviates from the truth, it will damage the historian's monument. This is the real way to cut off this road."
Zuo Qiuwu said bitterly: "Your sword was impartial, leaving endless tombs as far as the eye can see. How many people couldn't find their bodies and used their clothes and hats as tombs - what you carved was the tombstone of Qinku Academy!"
"History will remember everything." said the voice in Black.
Zuo Qiuwu raised his voice: "Only those who stay can become history!"
"How can I stay?" Black's voice asked.
Zuo Qiuwu also calmed down and said, "Stay alive."
"In one life, the grass and trees fall, and withering and prosperity, who really stays?" The voice in the black chess piece said: "The vast majority of people in this world cannot reach the end of their lifespan, and dying in a hundred years is considered a luxury. God is coming. With a rotten golden body, a real person is like a cricket. How many people can survive for thousands of years?"
"They are all dead and scattered, and the wind blows and the rain covers their faces."
despair! A drop of rain really fell on the chessboard. I don’t know whose tears it is.
The voice in the black chess piece continued: "...Living with a straight pen will only last for a while. Only by dying with a straight pen can you make history forever."
Zuo Qiuwu raised his eyes and said: "You will forever be remembered forever, I just want to work hard to make the academy prosperous in the spring and Autumn period."
"You wrote a story called "Qinku Academy"." The voice in the black chess piece said.
Zuo Qiuwu corrected him: "It is not a story, but the reality that is happening and will happen. This book will be the most perfect historical chapter of Qinku Academy."
"How can there be a perfect history? The truth is often an exposed wound, always accompanied by a hateful face." The voice in Black Chess said: "Even if you write this book in a colorful and elegant way, it can only be regarded as a novel. A novel exists, not a history book."
After the death of Yu Zhou, the holy name was not passed down. The novelist's status plummeted. Novels are far from comparable to history books.
"You only have classics in your eyes, Sima Heng." Zuo Qiuwu shook his head: "You have lost your humanity in the process of writing history. You are a tool of history, not a creative person."
The dean of the No. 1 Academy in the World looked at his former best friend with disappointment in his eyes: "Your life is only for "The Sword of History", but "The Academy of Diligence" is my life."
When he was studying in the past, he used words to satisfy his hunger, and he was addicted to books as much as his life. Only the history of various countries was put aside by him, not even bothering to read a word.
He said, "The history books of various countries are often pretentious, such as men and women applying powder, but there are no holes in the powder."
He said, it’s okay if you don’t read it.
At that time, his persistence in historical truth was no less than that of Sima Heng, and he was also determined to record the truth for the world!
But what's the cost?
Who will bear the price of the truth?
How many people will die and how much blood will be shed to understand...
The knife and pen are the knives that hurt!
He had sworn on that snowy night that he would correct all these mistakes.
"When an official has three enemies, he will not lose his family even though he has no moral principles. When a scholar has enemies, he will never be separated from his name." Zuo Qiuwu recited the words of the sages and cared about hunting in Confucian shirts in the coffin of sea ice!
He was obviously frozen by [Ruyi Qianqiu Coffin] and suppressed by [Dayan Mountain River Forbidden], but he moved forward.
"In the past, you defended my friends and enabled me to understand the truth. Today I defend your enemies and wake you up!"
He was born into a famous family. His father was a famous Confucian scholar and his mother was the legitimate daughter of a great clan. The world revolved around him since he was born. When he was young, he was very impetuous, relied on his talent to excel, was lazy to study, and often had to deal with errands. "If the pen is not [Haoshan], I will not use it, and if the paper is not [Spring Snow], I will not write." He has collected more than 300 famous inkstones from all over the world, but for all the lessons assigned by the academy, he hired others to write them for him, or wrote them in a hasty manner. At once.
It was Sima Heng who pointed at him and scolded him, saying, "Those who are not good at calligraphy will have thousands of boxes of pens and ink."
He suddenly woke up, worked hard, and mastered a stroke of calligraphy known as "unparalleled", and finally became a master.
Who can make Sima Heng wake up today?
He knew no one could do it.
But he thought again, it must be Zuoqiu Wu!
Jiang Wang, who was holding the cauldron with his hands covered, had already put his other hand on the hilt of the sword at a certain moment, and the corners of his green shirt were raised, but Sauvignon Blanc was not unsheathed after all.
So Zuoqiu Wu stepped out of the sea of thoughts.
In the pavilion in the center of the lake, on the chessboard, two hundred and sixty-seven Zuoqiu Wus raised their hands at the same time and grasped the edge of the chessboard. Like criminals in prison, they hold on to the cell door at the same time!
Letters as straight as swords suddenly appeared in the chess cage where the black chess pieces were, sticking tightly to the four edges. On top of Qin Zhizhen's iron wall, another wall was built. It's just that these "walls of letters" are inscribed with no calculation, and each word carries a mountain.
The shaking time once shook the black chess piece of the chessboard, and it "slammed" for a while, attached to the bottom of the chess checker cage, as if smashed into the chessboard!
And Zuo Qiuwu's true body, at this moment, stepped into the pavilion.
Dou Zhao just looked up at him and sat still. The monks of all beings sat silently next to Douzhao. Dou Zhao thought about it and moved a place.
Qin Zhizhen settled in meditation, and the play was also chess in one hand, quiet and silent. Everyone in Taixu Pavilion always has a consistent tacit understanding. Jiang Wangben cares about the silence in the sea, which will be extended here.
The second old Confucianism is sitting.
Zuo Qiuwu Station said at the door: "You come too fast, the action is too fruitful, and when many things have not had time to develop, you have already hit the key and control the overall situation ... It is indeed the most outstanding Tianjiao in this era. But you are too hurried Time ignores the details.
"I'm not talking about those stories you don't like to watch, and don't care much about it. I mean, the world-"
He asked inexplicably: "No one knows the style of this gazebo?"
The sorrowful Xiao Heng, at this time, spoke: "At the end of the myth, the beginning of the fairy palace. This is the architectural style of that period. The eaves are looking for a immortal dovetail, and the corner of the pavilion is the heavenly god. Tattoo, that's a period of confusion -Dean Zuo, you need to consider this time. "
Zuo Qiuwu sighed: "Mr. Xiao is profound!"
他说道：“我在每一个历史篇章里，都做了细微的调整，布置了不同时代的建筑风格，它们不会体现在最后的历史篇章中，但却真实存在于不同的时空——那也是The door of different chapters of my exchanges "
"As you want." He said in a fixed voice: "In this historical book called" Diligence College ", there is no theoretically without any town that can take effect on me. "Endless possibility"
People look at each other, and it seems that I remembered at this time ...
The two most prestigious works of Zuo Qiuwu, one, is "The Evolution of the Evolution of the Elderly Seal", and the other, which is "The History of Times Architecture"!
"In other words, this history book written by Dean Zuo is not only Ji Zhuan, but also a clear time clue." Xiao Zhiheng raised his eyes slightly: "Did you hide the answer in it?"
"History can't escape time!" Zuo Qiuwu did not answer positively, or it didn't make sense to answer now.
Those clues and answers should have been waiting for a few years. But everything came too fast. Taixu Pavilion was cut to the bottom as soon as possible.
It's time to face everything.
He walked straight forward, walked opposite the show, faced the review of the legalist Zhenjun, sitting in the stone bench that had no one in the past time--
It should have been the chess stool left for Sima Heng.
He said: "Jiang Zhenjun does not keep me, it still needs to be verified. However, his accomplishment in the town is indeed the same. Only this person -I believe he will soon be the first in the world. "
The monks of all beings did not speak, and they didn't even have humility.
Zuo Qiuwu said again: "The real king of the drama has played chess by himself, and it is too worried. To continue the style of the two sides, you must always maintain a balance, and you will not lose or not. Board.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
The drama just looked at him quietly.
Then Zuo Qiuwu went into the chess basket and picked up the black chess piece: "Sima Heng is extremely heavy, and he is good at 'great trend'. How did I win him, and finally thought of a foolish way- "
He spoke, and put the chess pieces in his hand at the end of the dead end: "I'll take it for him."
Slap!
There is no regret.
The book of the book surrounding the checker cage instantly became the whole, and it became a roll of bamboo slips.
Finally, the Qinglian volume, rolled away the shaking time, and was involved in the Black of the representative Sima Heng.
"Thirty years of confusion chapter, time is not 8,000 years old. Sima Heng has left for a long time. His story, I can continue writing."
There is nothing in the vain in the pavilion.
In the gazebo, Zuo Qiuwu's voice was like a knife.
His gaze has interfered with [Black and White Law Realm], and his invisible power rubbed time into a hemp rope, so he passed through the book of the checker cage and tied it. Later, like climbing the building, the first -level level sent it away, but in the sight of everyone, it gradually disappeared.
In this life, he was sitting on a chess stool and holding chess. Compared with the one who was still trapped in the "confusion", he did occupy too much advantage!
Zuo Qiuwu was sitting upright, but he lowered his head, and he was sure to look at the empty chess prison cage. That black disappeared position: "Times architecture is my door and your door. This is my life. The strongest seal created by it can represent my highest achievement in sealing.
He paused, and said, "Just call it the" Gao Gaoge "!"
"The only way to go home is in diligence colleges. From the current 270 articles, to the first 12,600" Ji Zhuan ", all historical extensions and impossible are not possible. You lock the door! "
"Sima Heng, never come back."
"Just be a good bystander and write your cold history book. Or one day, die in history without knowing why. Or die in a confused chapter."
Everyone watched it all happen in silence.
Also waiting for Zuoqiuwu's next move.
If Zuoqiuwu simply sealed the window of time, locked the door of history, and exiled Sima Heng forever, he wouldn't have to wait until today. Nor would he have to do so much.
"It's your turn, Ju Pavilion member." Zuoqiuwu looked up at Ju Kui with an inexplicable, somewhat requesting look: "I have made a decision for Sima Heng, and you should also represent your Taixu Pavilion and make a move for me."
Li Hengzhi said nothing, and Xiao Zhiheng just watched quietly.
Ju Kui was silent, and put the white chess piece in his hand into the white side's 'eye', killing a corner of the white chess!
As a chess player, he should strive for victory. But as the host of the [Black and White Realm], what he has to do is to maintain the balance of the chess game.
Zuoqiuwu sighed with satisfaction, picked up the black chess piece in his hand, and patrolled over the chessboard. After several rounds, he stopped above the chess square where the holy demon was.
He said: "Qinku Academy should give the world an explanation. This "The Holy Demonic Art of the Collapse of Rites and Music" has been hidden in the academy for many years. One of the reasons why I wrote the academy into a history book is to find this demon. You are looking for me page by page, and I am looking for the demon word by word-"
"The 90 chronicles that I had to tear up were all worlds stained by demonic nature. The protagonists I placed high hopes on opened the chapter of demons. Most of the waste manuscripts I discarded were also related to the holy demon."
"No matter what the reason is. Qinku Academy nourished the holy demon, so it should take responsibility. Today, I will follow the example of Master Jiang-"
"Heavenly Punishment Refining Demons!"
As soon as his fingers loosened, the black chess piece fell.
When the black chess piece fell, the body holding the chess piece suddenly turned into a stream of light and actually fell into the chessboard.
At the same time, 267 Zuoqiuwu's time bodies jumped up in the chess cage at the same time-
It is true that his seal is ineffective, and time is not separated. If it were not for the excessive division at the beginning, he would be caught off guard by Taixu Pavilion and divided into different places. He should have been an almost invincible existence in the history of Qinku Academy.
The streams of light converged in an instant. At this moment, the main body and the time body, the truly complete Zuoqiuwu, burst out with unimaginable power, as boundless as the sky, but he happened to enter the game as a piece, small but boundless.
He fell into the chess square without being stopped, and landed with a "pop", and was in the same cell with the head of the holy demon!
The dean of the world's number one academy walked into the Colosseum!
"How foolish! The result has been determined long ago, and you are still struggling here in vain."
The head of the holy demon was torn apart suddenly, and the body was revealed in an instant. It was a well-dressed and elegant scholar. His eyes gave people a feeling of "benevolence". His face gave people a dignified "etiquette". His voice was scolding, but it was a pity that he could not make it into steel--
"You don't take the road to heaven, but you take the small road!"
Bang!
Zuoqiuwu opened his five fingers and pressed him against the wall! "You are also worthy of discussing the Tao with me!"
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, everyone was solemn.
Zuoqiuwu was not talking about imitating Yu Beidou to suppress the demon, but imitating Jiang Wang to refine the demon at Tianxing Cliff.
But there is a fundamental difference between the two...
"The Holy Demon Art of the Collapse of Rites and Music" has not lost its immortal nature!