Chapter 1267 1267: A battle to determine the southwest (4) [Please vote for me]
On the way up the mountain, Cui Zhi secretly observed the scribe beside him.
The age of the literary scholar cannot be roughly judged from his appearance. At first glance, the young scholar in his twenties may actually be in his seventies or eighties. The same goes for the scholar next to him. He has an upright appearance, a calm and peaceful temperament, and there is nothing immortal about him.
Those cultists looked crazy, their eyes were like the waves of the river in the dark night.
Such a magnanimous temperament cannot be cultivated by anyone who is not born in a high position or who has always been in a high position. Cui Zhi couldn't help but feel a little curious: "Mr. Cui Mouguan is so handsome that he can believe in the deceptive outer sects of the Eternal Life Sect."
heresy?"
The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are not static.
How dare a mere mortal dream of immortality?
It's a pity that such a handsome person is serving as a pawn of the Eternal Life Sect, and Mingzhu secretly casts a shadow. When Cui Zhi closed his eyes, he was shocked to find that there was nothing beside him, and he could not feel the other person's breath at all. He guessed that the other person was either a master of internal martial arts, or
A prodigy who is good at controlling his aura. He may not be able to detect his ability even if he touches him quietly, so he deserves to be wary.
The scribe did not answer immediately.
He looked at the winding mountain road extending up. For some reason, his heart palpitated uncomfortably, as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart. The owner of that hand was condescendingly appreciating his gaffe. The scribe closed his eyes and calmed down his heart.
Strange.
The scribe said: "I don't believe it."
Cui Zhi seemed not to have expected this answer.
"If you don't believe it, why did you gather people to surround the mountain?"
The scribe bluntly admitted: "Of course it is to survive."
"In order to survive? You choose to gather a crowd to rebel? The Eternal Life Sect incites the people, shakes the country's foundation, and has committed countless crimes. But it is a group of incompetent mobs. I am afraid that the bamboo basket will be in vain and your life will be lost." Cui Zhi thought in his heart.
Anger. The plague in Tianqing County can only be blamed on the local government's incompetence. However, the turmoil was so big that it directly killed my mother-in-law, but it was inextricably linked to the ever-increasing rebellion of the Eternal Life Sect.
"A man is born between heaven and earth, and he should have the ambition to overturn the world and reshape the world." The scribe diverted his increasingly obvious panic by talking to Cui Zhi.
Bend down and take a look at the human world?"
This is a mockery of Cui Zhi's ignorance of human suffering.
Cui Zhi snorted in his heart.
The scribe asked again: "Has Cui Lang ever raised rabbits?"
Cui Zhi didn't know why he mentioned this, but he continued to answer along with the topic: "No, but my wife and daughter once bought two at the night market. I didn't have any luck, so I bought a male and a female and kept them in the hospital for a few months.
Without looking, several more nests popped up."
This is also a warm and interesting story.
In order to curb the continued expansion of these rabbits, Cui Zhi specially ordered people to dispose of these rabbits and serve them on the table, leaving only two male rabbits to continue raising, so that his little daughter would not have a hard time explaining it someday. I remember Cui Hui even teased at that time:
[The Cui family is so prosperous that they still need a few bites of rabbit meat? It will be Hua Chao in a while, and they will be sold in night markets. Those girls like these snow dumplings the most.]
Not only did I not lose money, I also made a small profit.
Cui Zhi said helplessly: [There is no shortage of rabbit meat, but there is also no shortage of a few coins for selling rabbits. Wouldn't it be a joke to sell them? 】
[As long as you don’t have the word Cui Zhishan carved on your face, even if the buyer knows your face, they won’t dare to associate you with the head of the Cui family.] Cui Hui picked up one of the surviving rabbits and used the other person’s hand to
The snow-white fur rubbed his cheek.
Thinking of this, he finally felt less bitter.
Cui Zhi's mind was full of the past, but the scribe beside him did not notice it, but thought to himself: "In order to survive, rabbits have amazing pain tolerance and endurance. Are all living beings in the world not rabbits? If there is no way to retreat and no endurance, who is willing to leave?
The land that our ancestors have relied on for generations to become a rebellious minister and traitor?"
The fear and pain exceed the limit and the rabbit will scream.
So do people.
Once the pain inflicted by the outside world exceeds the critical point, they often either force themselves to death or force others to death, without exception. They have not reached this point, but they can still endure it. What face do the corpse eaters have to ask these people why they don't continue?
Can you bear it? Because the other person is too inhumane, so I turn over the table.
It's that simple.
Cui Zhidao: "Do you think the government is forcing the people to rebel?"
"If the sky has no way, change the sky; if the king has no way, change the king."
Cui Zhi didn't expect that there were one or two desirable people among the crowd, but he was curious: "Does the master know what Mr. Xi said?"
Those in power prefer stability and meekness.
Lord, king, minister, father, father, son.
No boss would like the people under his command, and his mind is full of the idea of "If there is no way, change the sky, and if the ruler does not have the way, change the ruler." Who can guarantee that he will always be "in the right way"? Once he "has no way,"
"Tao" is about to be changed, who would be happy?
The scribe said: "That's what the master thinks."
The civil and military officials of Kang State wrote good reviews, and among them, the Lord who liked to "examine myself three times a day" was the most positive. Even if there were no natural disasters throughout the year, during the New Year, he would issue a "Edict of Sin" to reflect on why he did not achieve various achievements this year.
Weird indicators, such as clothing per capita, food per capita, housing per capita... He once suspected that the talent didn't come because they were too curly.
One person can be an inspirational and passionate person.
A group of people rolling like crazy is a social animal hell.
Cui Zhi: "...really?"
Oh, he didn't believe it.
Not only did he not believe it, but he also made a strange statement: "The Duke of Zhou was afraid of the rumor, and Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the throne. Xiangshi died at the beginning, who knows the truth in his life? The real perfect people are all rising stars, no matter how sweet they say,
I can tell."
When you don't succeed, what you say is better than what you sing.
Once you get it, your true face begins to show.
The scribe thought about his master, and after considering that he had been in the industry for half his life, he could not be considered a "rising star", but there was no need to explain these words to a stranger. His silence fell on Cui Zhi'er.
It became an indescribable guilty conscience.
Not long after, I heard the scribe gasp again.
Cui Zhi looked sideways and saw that the scribe's handsome face was pale, with almost no blood, and his tarnished lips showed clear lip lines, which made him look a bit weak. He frowned slightly, thinking that the scribe
There is a hidden disease in the body.
I was thinking about whether I should avoid being framed so as not to be framed, but I still said a few false words: "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"
It's so pitiful that I didn't do anything.
Is this person trying to frame himself?
The scribe rubbed his heart and found it difficult to move his brows.
His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with mist at some point: "For some reason, I felt uncomfortable as soon as I arrived here."
As the severe pain deepened, the knife and fan in his hand fell to the ground.
Cui Zhi took half a step back to the side and looked around but found no clues. He said: "Cui has an open life and doesn't bother to do things like stabbing people in the back. Mr. Cui's mental illness has nothing to do with him."
The scribe twitched his lips.
He did it very quickly. "Cui Lang is upright, I can trust you." He took several deep breaths in succession, bent down to pick up the fallen knife and fan, and held back the almost uncontrollable tears from an angle that Cui Zhi couldn't see.
He replied, pretending to be indifferent, "I would like to ask, why did Ling Yue die?"
Since he was offering incense and offering condolences, he naturally wanted to understand the basic situation. He would not go into the mourning hall later to greet the deceased's juniors and accidentally say the wrong thing to offend the host's family. Cui Zhi also understood these human feelings and did not feel that the scribe's inquiry was overstepping: "Been
Harmed by evildoers."
Just five words made the scribe shut up.
He was worried that if he continued to ask questions, he would be embarrassed if people told him that the villain was an immortal believer. Why wouldn't he be beaten to the mourning hall by his angry family members? He sighed vaguely: "Thousands of disasters, people's livelihood is so sad, this person has passed away, Cui
My condolences to Lang Jie."
It would be okay if I didn't say it, but it would make Cui Zhi sad.
Cui Zhi is a standard child of a wealthy family. He has been cared for by three or four wet nurses since he was born. In his memory, his mother was always cold to him. She was always thinking about how her husband was, how her family was, how the general affairs were, and how good Cui Zhi's academic talent was.
Very little attention was really given to Cui Zhi as a whole. Mother and son wanted to be close to each other, but there was always an invisible gap between them.
When he grew up, he was more than respectful to his mother, but not close enough.
His mother never talked to him, let alone enlightened him.
However, mother-in-law is different.
He felt in the other person the tenderness between an ordinary mother and son, not so many cold and alienating rules, not so many frowning interest trade-offs, just a mother and a son. Her explanation may not solve the actual problem.
, but it allowed Cui Zhi to find a way to take a breath and prevent it from breaking.
Cui Zhi came back to his senses, his eyes already wet.
Sighing and wiping away tears: "I'm so embarrassed, sir, I'll make you laugh."
Anyway, the other party didn't know his true identity, and it wasn't that embarrassing to cry in front of him. Cui Zhi could already see Qingshui Temple at the end of his sight, and led the scribe into the side hall where the spirit was suspended. The scribe used the mountain spring water at the door to clean his hands.
, took three sticks of incense from Cui Zhi. The mourning hall was simple, with a small coffin standing alone in the middle, and no one was guarding the crying soul...
Cui Zhi guessed who he was looking for by looking at his eyes and explained: "My mother-in-law was the host of this nunnery during her lifetime. She took in many homeless women and children and abandoned baby girls. After the disaster, she also took in sick refugees."
, most of them are arranged in the more spacious backyard. The rice grain in the nunnery is at the bottom, and the mountain wife should go to appease them..."
The scribes were even more impressed after hearing this.
For some reason, when he was in this cold mourning hall, the heart palpitations that had occurred frequently on the way up the mountain disappeared without a trace, as if they had never happened. The scribe looked at this simple coffin, unknowingly shed tears, and even forgot to light incense. Look.
Cui Zhi was confused. People who didn't know it thought the scribe's mother-in-law was lying in the coffin.
Even if you are acting, you don't have to work so hard.
Cui Zhizheng was about to warn him when the scribe suddenly asked.
"Why is there no burial place in the Ling Yue Ling Hall?" There are only a few sacrifices on the offering table, but the most important burial place is not installed?
Cui Zhidao: "This is my mother-in-law's advice."
Unexpectedly, the scribe's reaction was particularly loud: "Why?"
Cui Zhi also asked Cui Hui if he needed him to set up a memorial tablet for his mother-in-law, but Cui Hui said that this was his late mother's last wish: "Maybe... I want to be an unknown person in the palace of the king of hell. My mother-in-law made mistakes in her early years and did
These unforgivable things in her life, she has tried hard to make up for them over the years and is still depressed in her heart. She feels guilty and wants to use this behavior to atone for her past sins. As a junior, naturally she cannot disobey the elder's last wish." Although these crimes are not considered in the eyes of the Cui family head.
It doesn't matter much, but turning into a bandit is just a matter of livelihood.
When the world is like this, how can you blame those who are seeking to survive?
But in my heart I doubted the scribe beside me.
The other party's reaction was too strange.
What tears were shed in his mother-in-law's funeral hall?
"I can't light this incense."
Cui Zhi took a look and said, "Perhaps it was damaged by moisture due to improper storage."
All in all, send people down the mountain as soon as possible.
The scribe dried the three incense sticks with Wen Qi and lit them smoothly.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the mourning hall. Cui Zhi recognized Cui Hui as soon as he heard it, turned around and said, "Where did Ke Wu go?"
He turned around and naturally didn't see the scribe's suddenly stiff back.
Cui Huidao: "Something happened in the back hall."
She looked at the scribe's back and felt vaguely familiar, so she asked Cui Zhi with her eyes. Cui Zhi gave her a calm and reassuring response. He was just here to express his condolences. Knowing this purpose, the look on Cui Hui's face
The ice color has faded quite a bit.
At this time, the couple discovered that the scribe was always facing the side hall door, with his back to Cui Hui, and facing the coffin. Cui Hui could not see it from his angle, but Cui Zhi could clearly see from Cui Zhi's position that the scribe was distracted and hot.
The incense ash fell from the top and hit the scribe's wrist, causing red marks immediately. The soul seemed to have been taken away from the whole figure, like a puppet standing in a daze, which looked so weird.
Cui Zhi raised his hand and put it on the hilt of the sword on his waist.
The cultist in front of him was behaving erratically, and he was not a good person no matter how he looked at it. If he suddenly attacked in his mother-in-law's funeral hall... Thinking of this possibility, Cui Zhi's eyes were brewing with terrifying murderous intent. He opened the sword lattice little by little with his thumb and drew out a sharp sword.
body.
The atmosphere was so stagnant that it was hard to breathe.
Cui Hui's heart suddenly began to beat wildly, and there were vague signs of losing control. She stepped forward, wanting to take a closer look at the person, but her outstretched hand was forcefully pressed down by Cui Zhi before she could reach him.
"Kewu?"
"Kewu..."
"How can you be Ke Wu?"
A hoarse ghostly voice overflowed from the scribe's throat, from blurry to clear, from confusion to madness. He kept murmuring Cui Hui's name. Cui Zhi was naturally unhappy, but he was even more confused about this person's identity and why he could let Ke
Wuye lost his composure?
Suddenly, a ridiculous idea suddenly popped out.
Could it be that he is...
Before Cui Zhi could say what he was guessing, the scribe suddenly turned around, revealing a pair of bloodshot scarlet eyes, and the muscles of his facial features twitched from time to time under the influence of emotion. From the details, it can be seen that the master's emotions are extremely tolerant.
.
He pointed at the coffin and asked sharply: "Who is here?"
Cui Hui Leng said with a hard face: "What do you think?"
Cui Zhi had never seen Cui Hui like this.
Even when the couple was quarreling the most, Cui Hui never showed such a cold attitude towards him. Is the scribe in front of him really that person? Unspeakable emotions rolled in Cui Zhi's chest, strangling his reason. He could only
Barely able to hold on.
In other words, you cannot lose your manners and manners.
Before Cui Zhi could open his mouth to test the other party's identity, the tearful scribe in front of him spurted out a large mouthful of blood without any warning.
He staggered backwards, holding on to the altar table to keep him from falling. Cui Zhi stepped forward to support him, and pressed his fingers on the opponent's veins. After a little testing of his Qi, he found that the opponent's meridians were disordered. The opponent said: "There is no one in front of the Hall of the King of Hell...
No one... no one?"
"Are you unknown?"
"What am I!"
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Remind me not to forget to open a fund event at the end of the month_(:з」∠)_
