Chapter 233: There is still one person in the world
In the ruined temple, Li Longqian frowned slightly, suddenly not knowing how he should answer Hong Dali's question. After all, there is no Spring and Autumn Classic in this world. Even if the late Emperor Zhu Wen has passed away, no one dares to say it openly. If
If someone in the imperial court hears it, it will be a business that will cost you your head.
"You brat." Hong Dali saw Li Longqian's thoughts, smiled helplessly, and then whispered: "Although the imperial court did not allow anyone to talk about the murder of nine thousand literati by the late emperor Zhu Wen, I am not a member of the imperial court.
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Li Longqian scratched his nose in embarrassment and said nothing.
"So if you really want to ask me who wrote this treacherous text on this wall, you must tell me clearly why, otherwise I will definitely not be able to casually agree to help you." Hong Dali
Then he said.
Li Longqian was silent for a moment, then reached out and took out the ancient book from his arms, then looked at Hong Dali and said: "This book was given to me by an old friend. The words on it should be Spring and Autumn Inscriptions. Yesterday I was on this wall
After I saw these words, I wanted to find this person and help me identify what was written in the book."
After hearing this, Hong Dali quickly reached out for the ancient book in Li Longqian's hand, then spat out twice and frowned as he looked through the ancient book.
After reading for a few times, Hong Dali closed the ancient book and shouted to Li Longqian in a low voice: "Are you tired of living? Don't tell stories in the court of Daliang. Even one word can sentence you to treason."
For the crime, you actually walked around on the street with a book of Spring and Autumn Inscriptions. You are really tired of living."
Li Longqian smiled helplessly and asked in a low voice: "Senior, do you know the Spring and Autumn Inscriptions?"
"I only know a few words. I can't understand your book. Even if I understand it, I won't help you read it. I won't do anything wrong." Hong Dali curled his lips and replied.
"Senior, are you willing to help me find the person who wrote these words?" Li Longqian asked, pointing to the Spring and Autumn Period inscriptions on the wall.
"No." Hong Dali waved his hand directly.
"How come you, old man, don't keep your word? You are still the leader of the Beggar Clan. Why are you so dishonest in your words?" Ling Shiqing frowned and shouted after hearing this.
Hong Dali glanced at Ling Shiqing and shouted helplessly: "Oh, my aunt, do you know what the book in his hand is? It's a head-turning thing! You're so stupid that you just followed.
He wanders around and you don't even know how you died.
While Hong Dali was talking, he made a beheading gesture toward Ling Shiqing.
"It's my business if I follow him, it has nothing to do with you, but now you are a scoundrel and don't keep your word. You promised him something before, but now that someone tells you something, you still resist." Ling Shi admired her.
shouted the head.
After Hong Dali heard this, he frowned and explained in a low voice: "Actually, it's not that I don't want to take you to find that person, it's just that I can't find that person."
"Nonsense, who doesn't know that your Beggar Clan has disciples all over the world? If you knew who he was, how could you not find him?" Ling Shiqing shouted loudly.
"I really can't find that person. I've been looking for so many years and I still haven't found him. If you ask me to look for him now, where can I find him for you?" Hong Dali said helplessly.
When Li Longqian heard this, he felt something was wrong. He quickly stepped forward, looked at Hong Dali and asked, "Senior, who wrote the Spring and Autumn Inscriptions on the wall?"
"Oh, who else could it be? The person in this world who dares to write the Spring and Autumn Inscriptions openly and honestly is him..."
"Stop talking nonsense, talk about the important point!" Ling Shiqing shouted sharply.
"My master."
"The divine beggar Su Qi!"
Li Longqian and Ling Shiqing exclaimed at the same time.
"Yes, these lines were written by my master himself. One of the nine thousand literati Zhu Wen killed was my master's brother. If my master's brother had not died, he would not have become the leader.
Without the beggar, there will probably be no such person as the divine beggar Su Qi in this world." Hong Dali said in a low voice.
"Is there such a thing?" Ling Shiqing asked in surprise.
"No, I saw these words written by my master with my own eyes, but I don't know what they mean." Hong Dali nodded, then walked to the broken statue, and then
Pointing at the statue, he asked Li Longqian: "Do you know who this statue is?"
"Isn't it the late Emperor Zhu Wen?" Li Longqian asked tentatively.
"Yes, this is the late Emperor Zhu Wen." Hong Dali nodded quickly, and then continued: "My master also split this statue with one hand, and he also wrote these lines. Originally, he wanted to avenge his brother all his life.
I joined the Beggar Clan and started practicing martial arts, but who would have thought that the late Emperor Zhu Wen died, so my master gave up the idea of revenge and began to study cooking. In the end, the food I ate was tasteless."
"The divine beggar Su Qi actually does such a thing." Li Longqian sighed.
"If there is really anyone in this world who knows the Spring and Autumn Inscriptions, then it may be my master alone, but he has wandered off to who knows where. I haven't seen him for more than ten years.
He didn't care about anything, threw a broken stick at me, and then left." I don't know why there was some resentment in Hong Dali's tone when talking about the divine beggar Su Qi.
"Then no one except your master knows this text?" Ling Shiqing shouted.
"No, I don't know anymore anyway." Hong Dali waved his hand, then looked at Li Longqian and said: "Boy, I advise you, this book is not a good thing. You'd better throw it away quickly. If you
If you don’t believe it, then go find my master, I can’t find him anyway.”
Li Longqian glanced at Hong Dali and said nothing.
"Okay, I've said everything that needs to be said. Now you two can't say that I don't keep my words!" Hong Dali glanced at Ling Shiqing and then continued: "It's getting late, I have to go back to bed.
You two study here."
After speaking, Hong Dali walked directly towards the ruined temple. When he passed by Li Longqian, Hong Dali paused and said in a low voice: "If you really want to find my master, you can try over there in Nansha."
, before my master left, he said to go back there and have a look."
After Li Longqian came to his senses, he nodded in agreement: "Thank you."
"Haha..." Hong Dali shook his head and smiled, then patted Li Longqian on the shoulder and said, "Give me roast chicken again if you have a chance."
"OK."
"What the hell, girl, I'm leaving!" Hong Dali shouted to Ling Shiqing.