Nightfall Chapter 22: The beginning of history books

Cui Shi, a former member of the Bookstore in the Middle School, walked in the palace, and served as a maid at the Ministry of Rites and the Department of Officials. A few years after the new emperor became the throne, he was impeached due to certain matters, so he returned to Fuchunjiang to be a fishing man.

From these simple introductions, this man who looks like an ordinary rich man is just a senior official who has retired from the imperial court and does not deserve to be taken seriously, but Ning Que knows very well that Cui Shi is in the palace. When walking in the middle, it was when Li Yu was literate. In other words, this person was the teacher Qimeng of the princess. Of course, the more important thing is that this person is the patriarch of the Cui clan, so he is a big man who must be valued.

Ning Que attaches great importance to Cui Shi, although he didn't stand up to meet him, he just acted deliberately. So he didn't understand what Cui Shi said. He couldn't understand why a big man like this should greet himself, try to make himself happy, and even come to visit once a problem arises.

You must know that the history of Qinghe County’s cliques is even longer than that of academies. Even if you must show respect for the academies, there is no reason to choose this superficial, straightforward and even somewhat stupid method.

Cui Shi did not resolve his doubts. In the following conversation, he turned the subject calmly and naturally, perfectly showing the magnanimity and demeanor of a thousand generations. He did not talk about any matters related to the red sleeve trick, just Recalling the old events in Chang'an, I occasionally asked about the current situation of Her Royal Highness Li Yu and the little prince.

We can’t talk deeply. Cui Shi didn’t make any temptations. After asking Ning Que to please the master, he took a thin letter from his sleeve, put it on the table, and gave Sangsang a gentle look. , Then left, and left the inn with the crouched old steward.

Looking at the quiet and silent street outside the window, Ning Que said: "He doesn't need to slap me flattering, but in the end he came to do it, but he took such an understatement, carelessness, and did not hide his pride."

Sangsang is puzzled, thinking that such a big man condescends to come to visit him personally. He has shown enough humility. Where can I see any pride?

"In the eyes of the world. The first person in Qinghe County, there is indeed no need to welcome me as a disciple of the Academy, but he is a wise man, he knows what the Academy means to Datang, but since he knows this, plus You are a quasi-Xiling priest. You don’t need to come. How can it be so simple?"

Ning Que retracted his gaze. Looking at the cup of tea in my hand that I didn't drink at all. Said: "This thing is a bit weird. I always feel that Cui Shi just made a special trip to visit us. The problem is. He wants to see us, and I always feel that his calmness has a strong sense of confidence."

Sangsang said: "Even when I was in Weicheng, I also heard of the names of the surnames of Qinghe County. A big man like this naturally has confidence in his words and actions."

Ning Que shook his head and said: "There is no real poetry heirloom in the world that can be passed on for more than a thousand years. After all, it depends on strength. The clansmen of Qinghe County know this truth better than anyone else."

"These sects have been out of Xiling's great priests before, but they haven’t been there for decades. I also know that Qinghe County enshrines three great practitioners who know their fate, but one of them died in Chang'an somehow. Then these sects It should be clear. No matter how powerful Qinghe County is, it can even be compared with countries such as Dahe, Moon Wheel, Song and Wei, but there is no confidence in the court and academies."

Sangsang said suddenly: "That...the old manager has a problem."

The problem she said this time does not mean that the old manager is a bad person, but a real problem. Ning Que grasped her mind very clearly, couldn't help but startled slightly, and immediately raised her eyebrows slowly.

The old clerk who crouched before. It was too ordinary, so ordinary that he didn't notice what the person looked like, but Sangsang said that there was a problem with that person.

Now Ning Que's realm has already reached the peak of Dongxuan, and he clearly sees the threshold of the Fate Realm, and an old steward who can't see any problems at all... It can only show that it is a great practitioner of the Fate Realm!

"It turns out that it depends on me and someone else."

Ning Que said in shock. Now there are only two great practitioners left in Qinghe County who know their fate. Actually one of them came to check him personally. Why is Qinghe County so wary of his descendant of the academy?

If it weren't for Sangsang's intuition and sensitivity that the world can't imagine. Then he might not know that he has been carefully observed by a major practitioner until a long time later!

If the old manager suddenly took action, Ning Que believed that he was already dead now. Although he knew that this could not happen, he still had a strong vigilance.

He didn’t understand Qinghe County’s confidence before, and at this time he didn’t even understand what Qinghe County meant. However, his vigilance was getting deeper and deeper, and he was even becoming a weak willow by the Slender Lake, restraining him. His body made his breathing become heavy and difficult.

So he wrote two letters, one to the academy and the other to Li Qingshan, the national teacher, telling the story of what he saw along the way, his views when Qingxia was charming, and the story he met in Qinghe County.

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The lonely and shabby carriage, under the respectful and even fanatical gazes of the people of Yangguan City, drove outside of Yangguan City. Even though the old steward was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, he still buckled his body and slumped his eyes, as if fundamentally Can't feel the eyes cast from both sides of the street, as if already asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, the carriage drove into a quiet manor on Fuchun River, and drove directly to the deepest part of the manor. There was a small building in the garden, and the garden wall made of **** was not very dangerous. But absolutely no one dared to peek here, and there were no servants or servants.

Cui Shi jumped out of the carriage at a very fast speed, walked to the shaft, respectfully helped the old steward from the shaft, and said: "Thank you father."

It turns out that this old steward, who is still crouching at this time, is the real principal of the Cui family's clan. The old lady Cui, who is about to turn a hundred years old, is the ancestor of the entire Qinghe County!

Old Mrs. Cui waved his hand and said, "I'm just going to see someone, what's the hard work."

Cui Shi helped the old man into the small building. There is a very simple study room in the building. The windows on all sides are covered with very thick cloth. The color of autumn light from the outside cannot penetrate in. It looks extremely dark. You can vaguely see six seats along the wall. With six old Hao heads.

Seeing Mrs. Cui coming in, the six Hao Shou old people slowly got up and saluted. They were slow in their movements, not because they wanted to express their long-awaited dissatisfaction, but because they were indeed too old.

Grandpa Cui sat in the armchair directly above, took the hot towel from Cui Shi's hand and put it on her face, and then said nothing. Waiting for the hot air from the towel to seep into my tired pores.

The six old people sat down slowly, waiting in silence, without a trace of dissatisfaction.

Old Mrs. Cui began to wash his face after scalding his face. He scrubbed his old face very carefully and vigorously. The wrinkles on his face became more profound after wiping with the still warm towel.

Then he leaned back on the back of the chair, his old face completely hidden in the darkness.

An old man said: "You go personally, it really gives enough face to the college."

Old Mrs. Cui said: "We can afford to offend the empress. Can we still afford to offend the academy? And the master’s direct disciples rarely set foot in the world. It is rare that there will be a person who has entered the world, of course, it is necessary to have a good life. It is inconvenient for us to go to Chang'an. Since he came to Qinghe, how can there be any reason not to see it with his own eyes?"

An old man asked in doubt: "Why don't you pass the greeting card to read it?"

"You may not be able to see the person when you pass the greeting card, even if you can see the person. You cannot see the attitude."

"What attitude?"

"The attitude of the college."

"The academy’s attitude used to be unbiased, but since Ning Que killed Xiahou, their attitude would naturally lean towards His Royal Highness Li Yu, and it was impossible to support the Empress Empress."

Old Mrs. Cui shook his head and said, "There are many attitudes, and the ownership of the dragon chair is just one of them."

An old man asked doubtfully: "The question now is whether Ning Que's attitude can represent the academy's attitude."

Old Mrs. Cui bowed his hand to the northern sky naturally, and said, "Master, since the old man allowed his little disciple to join the world, he has expressed his approval."

"What is Ning Que's attitude you have seen?"

"That was a very proud and indifferent young man."

Old Mrs. Cui didn't know what happened, after saying this. Falling into a long silence, when his old voice sounded in the dim study again, it made people feel more tired than before, and there was a palpable chill.

"The so-called look at his attitude is better to say that I want to see him. In recent years, many strange changes have taken place. Haotian is above. I don’t believe in the invasion of the underworld at all, but I firmly believe in this world. A big problem is bound to happen, for Qinghe County, for those of us. Perhaps these strange changes indicate that the greatest opportunity in the millennium will appear."

A thousand years ago. Qinghe County was merged into the Datang Empire.

A thousand years later, what opportunities will Qinghe County welcome?

There was a dead silence in the study. Whether it was the six old heads of the bright head and Cui Shi who stood quietly by the chair, they were all startled by the hidden meaning of Mrs. Cui's words.

Grandpa Cui continued: "We are loyal to the court, but we must think about what we can do if the world is in chaos. Unfortunately, in the past 100 years, there is no longer our Queen of Qinghe County in the palace of Chang'an. In Xiling Temple, there is no longer our great priest from Qinghe County, so we can do very little. We can only prepare and wait in silence. So we have to see the attitude of Xiling Temple towards us. I want to see with my own eyes Look at Ning Que and look at the academy’s attitude towards us."

"What attitude does the college have toward us?"

"I said earlier that Ning Que is a very proud and indifferent person...no, very cold-blooded person. Cold-blooded may only be his temperament, but pride is a boring temper throughout the thousand-year history of the academy. To this day There is still the slightest change. The academy has the entire Tang Dynasty worship, so we don’t need to care about our family members, then we have no bargaining chips, no qualifications for pride, and no room for bargaining with the academy."

Grandpa Cui said indifferently: "Three enshrines in Chang'an and died inexplicably. The academy didn't care at all, and the court didn't say anything, because we Qinghe is not worthy of their respect."

"Of course the preparations to be done are still to be done."

Old Mrs. Cui looked at an old man in the shadows and said: "Has the letter from Xiling arrived?"

The old man said: "The morning is here, Dao Chi... The Judgment God Seat expressed his thanks in the letter."

Grandpa Cui nodded and said: "It can help Ye Hongyu sit firmly in the position of adjudicating the **** seat, and it can be regarded as a good relationship."

The old man suddenly said: "Maybe we can suppress this Thirteenth gentleman and show our strength, so that we can get more respect from Xiling Temple."

"There is no point in doing things, no matter how much it is done, I don’t care what the descendants of your family in Xiling Temple have asked you in private, I just want to remind you that Ning Que’s little maid will become Xiling Temple. The great priest of Guangming, and his relationship with the Judging God Seat is more complicated than we thought."

Grandpa Cui leaned forward slightly, revealing her wrinkled face, looked at the old man, and said with an unquestionable attitude: "The most important thing is that the academy has not changed, and there is no power in this world. Eligibility changes, everyone can only wait."

Everyone in the building understood that the academy in this sentence did not refer to the academy, but the master in the academy, so they were silent and then silent, and finally someone asked questions in silence.

"When I was very young, I knew that there was a big mountain in the academy. Now I am in my eighties, but that big mountain still stands in the south of Chang'an. How long should we wait?"

Old Mrs. Cui bowed his hand to the north again, saying: "The Master has not left this world, so we have to wait forever. We can't wait. Our son, our grandson can always wait until that day, no matter how great a person After all, I can’t resist the law of time, and there will always be a day when I return to Haotian’s divine glory."

The study was quiet, and someone tremblingly asked, "What if... the Master never dies?"

Grandpa Cui's body stiffened slightly.

In the dark shadows, a faint smile of self-deprecating can be seen on his old face, and then he sighed softly: "If this is the case, then we can only wait forever, waiting respectfully and meekly. Even if you are a dog, you have to look like you have been raised."

When the topic is here, it ends.

In this world, countless conversations, countless conspiracies, countless roads will be forced to stop abruptly in the end, because there is a big mountain at the end, and the name of that big mountain is Master.

The six old Hao Shou old people left the small building and returned to their respective manor, continuing to be their masters, or old dogs with a thousand years of suppressed dreams.

Grandpa Cui and Cui Shi did not leave.

"If there is such a day, my name will probably be engraved on the pillar of shame in history."

Grandpa Cui said.

"But your name may also be recorded at the beginning of history books."

Cui Shi said. (To be continued)

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