Chapter 101: The Remains of the Ministry of Industry
() "Xia Mo Chen, is this the helper you invited?" The npc was dressed as a scholar, with a box wrapped in gray cloth behind his back. It looked like it should be Du Fu's ashes.
"Yes," Yilu Mochen smiled slightly at the NPC and said, "He is the number one master in Jiangshan Continent. With him personally escorting you, I guarantee that you will have a safe journey."
"But he has too much murderous intent," the npc looked at me and said, "I can't accept it."
"I'm here, I'm afraid it's not up to you whether you accept it or not." I am in red status, and it is normal for npcs to have a bad attitude towards me: "It's okay if you don't accept it, then I will kill you here and then rob you." Just send the box at the back to Yanshi in person,"
Saying that, I pulled out the Soul Knife Ghost Hand with a clang, and sneered: "Anyway, I have killed tens of thousands of people, and I won't miss you."
"How dare you," the NPC's face suddenly changed: "As expected, you also covet the bones of my grandfather,"
"Nonsense, I have no interest in that skeleton. I just want to help you," I hummed, "But you also know the rules of Jiangshan Continent. If we do something for you, you have to reward us."
"Mr. Du, this friend of mine is not very easy to talk to. If you don't agree, he might really kill you," Yilv Mochen smiled slightly and spoke for me,
"Miss Mo Chen, what you are doing is no different from bandits," this NPC was rather pedantic and argued with reason.
"Whatever you say, I will die if you don't agree." I activated a burst of energy, and the edge of the ghost knife's ghost hand cut through the void, and suddenly struck the NPC's head.
"Halo, you really do it," Yixiu Mochen saw that I really had murderous intentions. After muttering something, his graceful body gracefully stood in front of the NPC and raised the dagger in his hand. Taking a defensive stance: "defensive stance,"
"Clang,"
"150426,"
Maybe a wisp of Mo Chen would make a sudden move. I wanted to take action but it was too late. There was a loud clash of weapons in my ears. The girl was chopped away by my sword. A huge damage of more than 150,000 points flew above her head. The blade almost touched the NPC's cheek, and a lock of black hair danced in the wind.
"Here I go... I'm a higher level than you, but I can't defend myself against your normal attacks." Seeing that one-third of her energy and blood had been wiped out, the little girl asked in surprise,
"When I entered the game and took on missions, I gained some attribute points after being downgraded, and my attack power was higher than that of normally upgraded players," I glanced at Yilu Mochen and explained calmly,
"Hey, it seems that there is still a gap," Yilu Mochen sighed slightly, and then said nothing more to the NPC: "Mr. Du, you have seen it. If I become a self-made demon and want to kill you, I will I can't stop him. Well, if you agree to let him protect me, I will follow you. If you don't agree, then I will leave first."
At this time, the npc's face was pale. If Mo Chen hadn't stopped him, he would have been a dead body. He gritted his teeth slightly, and the npc finally nodded and said: "Okay, I agree to your request, but there are many obstacles along the way. , you must absolutely guarantee my safety,"
bite,
System prompts: Do you accept the task?
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"Oh, if I had said this earlier, I would have made my brother angry." I put away the long knife and clicked "Accept".
bite,
System prompt: Congratulations on successfully accepting the seventh round of the series of tasks.
Mission requirements: Escort Du Fu’s grandson Du Siye to Yanshi,
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"Boss Yu Wang, how are you?" After all, they were not in the same team, so Yilu Mochen couldn't hear the system prompt: "Is this the mission of Nine Transformations and Leaving Hate?"
"Yeah," I nodded,
"Great," Yilv Mochen said excitedly, "Do you owe me a favor this time? How do you plan to repay me?"
"It's true that I owe you," I shrugged nonchalantly: "You said, you can do anything except letting me commit myself to you."
A wisp of Mochen: "..."
"Girl Mo Chen," Du Fu's grandson, NPC Du Siye looked at a wisp of Mo Chen and said, "I have agreed now, can we set off?"
"Of course," Yilu Mochen agreed cheerfully. We protected Du Siye on the left and right in the middle and walked towards Yanshi Map unhurriedly.
"Mr. Du, can I ask you," Yi Yi Mo Chen asked as he walked: "Didn't I tell you that since your grandfather has turned into a pile of withered bones, why did you have to send him all the way? To Yanshi,"
"The Heroine Mo Chen doesn't know something," Du Siye obviously had a lot of affection for Mo Chen. Hearing this, he said, "This matter starts with my grandmother. I'm afraid the Heroine Mo Chen doesn't have the patience to listen to it."
"It doesn't matter," Yilu Mochen said nonchalantly: "Anyway, this road will take a long time, and it's okay to be idle. Say,"
"If you are interested, let me tell you," Du Siye said as he walked: "My grandfather was named Zimei, and he called himself Shaoling Ye Lao. He cared about the security of the country and the suffering of the people throughout his life. He was admired by scholars of all generations. I believe that Mo Chennu Xia should know,"
"I've heard of it," Yilu Mochen replied smoothly,
"Wang Anshi is also a great man. He once said to my grandfather's portrait," Du Siye said with pride,
"Well, what do you mean by that?" Yixiu Mochen deliberately turned his head to look at me, looking for something to say.
"It's very simple. It means that Wang Anshi thinks Du Fu is very good and hopes that he can come back to life. He will be Du Fu's little brother," I said,
"Why do such touching words change the taste in your mouth?" Yilv Mochen hummed,
"Perhaps your Excellency thinks that my grandfather's achievements are mediocre and do not meet his eyes." Du Siye seemed to be unhappy with me and snorted: "If Wang Anshi's evaluation is not enough, what about Zhu Xi's evaluation? He evaluates people. It is very harsh. In the thousands of years of history, there are only five people who are qualified: Zhuge Liang, Yan Zhenqing, Han Yu, Fan Zhongyan and my grandfather. Among them, my grandfather is the only one who has not made much achievements in politics."
"I didn't say your grandfather wasn't great. Why are you explaining so much?" I was also very depressed. Damn, didn't I just want to kill you? Why are you so vindictive?
As if to mediate the atmosphere between us, Yilu Mochen interjected: "Mr. Du, as far as I know, my grandfather Ling was superb in poetry and had a profound influence. He was revered as the Saint of Poetry by later generations, but some people said that he was a poet. Holy, what's going on?"
"Don't worry, Miss Mo Chen, this is what I want to say," Du Siye said with a look of reminiscence: "I won't talk about my grandfather's concern for the country and the people, but only his lifelong loyalty to his wife. In two words, He deserves it, and I believe you should also know that among poets of all ages, my grandfather has the highest frequency of words appearing in his poems."
Du Siye paused and said: "At their time, Confucius and Mencius both divorced their wives. Most people are influenced by Confucianism and feel that it is shameful to value their wives too much, even if they love their wives very much in their hearts. , I dare not write it directly into the poem, with the exception of my grandfather. Also, my grandfather only loved my grandmother in his life, which is also very commendable."
"Ahem, I will only love your grandmother for the rest of my life. I don't think that's what you said." After hearing this guy bragging, I couldn't help but say,
"This is the truth. Why don't you believe it?" Du Siye asked unhappily.
"How can you believe it? As the saying goes, people who are not romantic are only poor. Living in the era of three wives and four concubines, the reason why he doesn't have a concubine or several wives is because he has no money," I said. He said righteously: "As far as I know, Du Fu has been in poverty all his life. Where can he find money to find a wife?"
"Hmph, I thought you had some great ideas, but it turns out it's just nonsense." Du Siye rolled his eyes at me with disdain and said, "Did you know that my grandfather was born in a family of officials? His ancestor was a famous general in the Three Kingdoms, and his grandfather Du Shen Yan was a famous poet during the time of Wu Zetian. His father served successively as the Sima of Yanzhou and the magistrate of Fengtian County. His mother came from the Cui family of Qinghe, a famous family at that time. In each generation, there were people serving as officials in the court, and their lives were extremely prominent."
"I wipe..." I was really surprised this time. It seems that it has not been introduced in the history books before.
"Humph, my grandfather wrote poems at the age of seven, wrote books at the age of nine, and became famous in the countryside at the age of fifteen. In addition, there are rumors that my grandfather is incapable of tying a chicken, but that is not the case at all. He loves martial arts very much, and he is very good at fencing, riding horses, and shooting arrows. I am not used to it, I have personally said how heroic it is,"
The more Du Siye talked, the more excited he became: "With this kind of background, this kind of talent, and this kind of things, if he thinks about it, three wives and four concubines are nothing. The reason why my grandfather is alone is because he has lofty ambitions and is not loved by his children." At the age of twenty-five, he climbed Mount Tai and proudly chanted such a sentence, "You can,"
"I..." Du Siye's every word was ringing, and I felt ashamed of my ignorance: "I just expressed my opinion casually, but you are so excited that it makes my hair fall,"
"Huh," Du Siye snorted coldly and calmed down for a long time before continuing: "It wasn't until he was thirty that my grandfather married his 19-year-old grandmother Yang in Luoyang. After the marriage, they respected each other as guests and lived happily. I don't know. How many people’s eyes have been envied,”
"So that's it." Du Siye's narration made Yilv Mochen and I understand many unknown stories. I didn't say anything more, but Yilv Mochen asked: "What happened next?"
"Later, the Anshi Rebellion that shocked the world broke out. With a passion for serving the country, my grandfather settled my grandmother and children in Yanzhou, and then went to seek refuge with Suzong. Unfortunately, he was captured by the rebels. After that, my grandfather and grandmother began a painful journey. Living with hunger all year round, my grandmother became haggard and thin. However, in my grandfather's eyes, my grandmother was still as beautiful as when she was newlywed. My grandfather has been deeply devoted to her throughout his life."
Yilv Mochen and I looked at each other, both of us remained silent.
