"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, historians will cease to exist."

"The ancient sages of the Song Dynasty sought truth. They carved a desk to dry the writings, while exposing their stomachs and saying, 'There is nothing in my heart.'"

"The base of earth is used to build the stairs from the end to the top. 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 Qi'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 will truly 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 the bones and used their clothes and crowns 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 is really left behind?" 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 body of decayed gold, 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."

Ta! A drop of rain really fell on the chessboard. I don’t know whose tears it was.

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 in history. I just want to work hard and 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. It will never become a classic."

After the death of Yu Zhou, the saint's name was not passed down. The novelist's status plummeted. Novels are far from being 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 lived with words and was addicted to books as much as his life. But he put aside the history of various countries and didn't even bother 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 before we can understand...

The knife and pen are the knives that hurt!

On that snowy night, he had sworn 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 not be separated from his name." Zuo Qiuwu recited the words of the sages, paying attention to the hunting of 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 stepped forward.

"In the past, you defended my friends and enabled me to understand. Today I defend your enemies and awaken you!"

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. "Bi Fei Fei"

[Haoshan] No need, paper will not be written unless [Spring Snow] is written on it." He 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 did them hastily.

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 great master.

Who can make Sima Heng wake up today?

He knew no one could do it.

But he also thought, it must be Zuo Qiuwu!

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 Zuoqiuwu 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 grasped 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. Another wall was built on top of Qin Zhizhen's iron wall. It was just these "letters"

"Wall", the words are carved without calculation, and each word carries the mountain.

The black chess piece that shook time and the chessboard once made a "pop" sound and stuck to the bottom of the chess cage, as if it had been smashed into the chessboard!

Zuo Qiuwu's true body also stepped into the pavilion at this moment.

Douzhao just looked up at him and sat still. The monks silently sat next to Douzhao. Douzhao thought for a while and moved his position.

Qin Zhizhen settled down and meditated, and Ju Gui also played chess with one hand, keeping silent. Everyone in Taixu Pavilion always had a consistent tacit understanding with the outside world, and Jiang Wang's silence in the sea of ​​concern was extended here.

Both Confucian elders are sitting upright.

Zuo Qiuwu stood at the door and said: "You came too quickly and acted too decisively. Before many things had time to develop, you had already hit the point and controlled the overall situation... You are worthy of being the most outstanding genius of this era. But you are too hasty.

Time also ignores the details. It only targets me, so it misses these worlds."

"I'm not talking about the stories you don't like to read, the characters you don't care about. I mean, the world-"

He asked inexplicably: "Doesn't anyone recognize the style of this pavilion?"

Xiao Zhiheng, who had been silent for a long time, spoke at this moment: "The end of the myth, the beginning of the Immortal Palace. This is the architectural style of that period. The eaves are Xunxian Swallowtail, the corner of the pavilion is the Tongtian Divine Tower. There are also some relatively chaotic Taoist temples.

Wen, it was a relatively confusing period - Dean Zuo, you still need to think about this matter again."

Zuo Qiuwu sighed: "Mr. Xiao is still the most knowledgeable!"

He said: "In each historical chapter, I made subtle adjustments and arranged architectural styles of different eras. They will not be reflected in the final historical chapter, but they really exist in different time and space - that is also

I go to and from the doors of different chapters."

"As you all think." He said firmly: "In this history book called "Qinku Academy", theoretically no blockade can take effect on me. I recorded the story and the time, leaving

The possibilities are endless.”

People looked at each other, as if they just remembered...

Zuo Qiuwu's two most famous works are "My View on the Evolution of Ancient Sealing Techniques" and the other is "History of Architecture of the Times"!

"In other words, the history book written by Dean Zuo is not only a biography, but also has clear time clues." Xiao Zhiheng raised his eyes slightly: "Did you hide the answer in it?"

"History cannot escape time!" Zuo Qiuwu did not answer directly, or the answer is meaningless now.

Those clues and answers were supposed to be discovered a few years later. But everything happened too fast. Taixu Pavilion was like a sharp knife cutting through bamboo, and it was cut to the bottom in one fell swoop.

Now is indeed the time to face everything.

He walked straight forward, walked to the opposite side of the opera room, faced the scrutiny of the True Lord of Legalism, and sat on the stone bench that had been empty in the past time——

It was supposed to be a chess bench left for Sima Heng.

He said: "Whether Jiang Zhenjun can keep me remains to be verified. However, his achievements in Feng Town are indeed extraordinary. Zuo has been conceited all his life. If anyone can compare with me in this world, he will

There is only this person - I believe he will soon be the number one in the world."

The monks said nothing and were not even modest.

Zuo Qiuwu added: "Ji Zhenjun, playing chess with yourself is too labor-intensive after all. You have to continue the playing styles of both sides, and you have to maintain a balance at all times, neither losing nor winning... Both ends of the scale are adding weight to you.

The burden. The hard work of the Academy has burdened you. As the dean, I need to apologize to you!"

There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!

Ju Gui just looked at him quietly.

Then Zuo Qiuwu put his hand into the chess basket and picked up the black chess piece: "Sima Heng makes extremely heavy moves and is good at 'big moves'. His chess skills are unparalleled in the world. Over the years, I have been thinking,

How do I defeat him? I finally came up with a foolproof way——"

As he spoke, he casually placed the chess piece in his hand at the blind corner: "I'll play for him."

Snap!

No regrets in making a move.

The wall of slips surrounding the chess cage instantly became a whole and connected into a roll of bamboo slips.

Finally, there is a scroll of green slips, which sweeps away the wavering time and also involves the black chess piece that represents Sima Heng.
To be continued...