The houses and buildings on the Loulan Green State are staggered, row upon row, with different colors, under the golden sunlight, a piece of golden, as if the Bailongdui Desert is integrated.

Perhaps it was because Rong Xuxuan did not wreak havoc when he broke through Loulan, or perhaps because Li Mu, the quasi-son-in-law of the Snow Clan, the general of Peking University in Dazhou Town, took care of this Snow Clan's homeland a lot, and the people living on this land were not displaced by the destruction of the Loulan Kingdom, nor did there be much turmoil.

Because Xue Nianci wanted to repair the history of Loulan, he lived in this green state, and Dongluo and others also stayed here to help sort out and collect information.

Although Xue Nianci has long had the idea of revising history for Loulan and has also put it into action, it is not easy to revise history for a country, and it is still a country that has survived for a hundred years.

A hundred years, for a cultivator, may be just a flick of a finger, and the past will pass, but for a country with civilization, a hundred years is enough to emerge many glorious and brilliant figures, enough to leave many brilliant historical records, glorious achievements, these are all to be recorded, and they are also worth recording.

Moreover, this record cannot be memorized with a pen, nor can it be written down casually, and history must be corrected and straight, and the facts must not be distorted, let alone let those names that should shine in history be dusted, nor can we waste pen and ink on those short-lived clowns.

When Xue Nianci holds the pen of writing history books in his hand, he is destined not to look at a person or a thing with personal feelings, and he must stand on a neutral point of view to conclude every thing that has already settled in the dust.

The merits and demerits of the merits have their own historical commentary.

Xue Nianci is now stuck in the vast annals of history every day, inquiring one by one, demonstrating everything, and finally giving a conclusion that is most in line with history, drawing the final end to a person or thing.

Revision of history is the most painstaking.

In revising history, the most difficult thing to assess is the merits and demerits.

Because no one knows what kind of impact a person does in the present world on a seemingly inconspicuous little thing that will have on future generations, and perhaps those things that seem to be very wrong and unreasonable in the eyes of the present world may mark the beginning of a new era in the eyes of later generations.

Therefore, what Xue Nianci wants to do is to be more accurate, record everything without any bias, and let some things that seem different continue to be different, and normal things continue to be normal, until the next person who overthrows this history appears.

Xue Nianci and the others are now staying in the national library of the former Loulan Kingdom and working hard to write books, and the two black and three gangsters Xue Nianci are working, when Xue Nianci needs any books and when is it, they quickly find out the county chronicles of each county in the library, turn to the materials he needs, and read them to him.

Dongluo, Zhang Baigui, and Da Hei are not so easy, for the true accuracy of Loulan's history, there are many things that need to be verified, and they have to check them one by one.

The fall of the Loulan Kingdom was not long, although many people who can go down in history died in that battle, but

There are still many people who are still alive, and what they have to do is to bring back the most authentic and thick history from the mouths of these people.

The green state where the kingdom of Loulan is located is by a lake, the lake is named Crescent Lake because it resembles a crescent moon, the lake water is turquoise, reflecting the green mountains and willows on both sides of the lake.

Wrapped in a thick scarf to protect from wind and sand, Dongluo rode a camel and strolled along the shore of Crescent Lake.

What he is going to meet today is an extremely eccentric person, but he is a person who can't be bypassed in the entire history of Loulan.

If Hua Qingyun is the great worship of the Loulan Kingdom, then this person is the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Loulan Kingdom.

When this person was young, a ranger who fought with a sword and walked in all directions, crawling and rolling in the rivers and lakes, and then by chance, he entered the temple from the rivers and lakes, led the army to fight sand bandits, defeated horse thieves, and defended the country.

It can be said that from the rivers and lakes to the temple, and then out of the temple into the rivers and lakes, this person named Qin Shuyu has done a very good job, and it is extremely good. With him, the temples of Loulan can't afford to be windy, and the rivers and lakes are not surging.

Dongluo's purpose in going to him today is to find out the reason for his resignation and retirement, which is the biggest unsolved case in the Loulan Kingdom so far, so that there are many rumors in the market.

Some people say that Qin Shuyu's retreat is due to the rapid retreat after disagreement with the king, and some people say that it is due to the current temptation of beauty...... No matter what kind of rumors they are, they are all well spread, but no kind of rumors can be written in the official history until the coffin is really closed.

Dongluo walked slowly along the Crescent Lake, and the place where Qin Shuyu was located was not difficult to find, but the people of Loulan were in awe of this guardian spirit, and generally no one would disturb his cultivation.

Along the way, Dongluo didn't find anyone to ask for directions, so he could only try his luck within that approximate range.

Not long after, Dongluo saw an old man napping under the willow tree, Dongluo ripped off the face towel on his head, jumped off the camel and hugged his fist and said: "Old man, excuse me, do you know where Qin Shuyu's predecessor is?"

The old man opened his fishy sleepy eyes, rubbed his eyes, looked Dongluo up and down, and said with some suspicion: "Jun Housheng, what are you looking for Qin Shuyu's seniors? ”

The old man casually picked up the wine gourd beside him and poured it violently.

Dongluo suddenly couldn't help but laugh when he heard the three words of Jun Housheng, thinking that this old man who had gone through vicissitudes of life was still vicious! This is really accurate, I thought it was so well covered, but I didn't expect it to be discovered. This looks handsome, Dongluo suddenly feels a little stressed!

After the old man opened the wine gourd, Dongluo's nose moved slightly, and his eyes lit up, but he quickly covered it up, he shook his head and said, "No, I'm neither here to beat people nor to look for them."

The fight is to ask Senior Qin about something. ”

The old man squinted and said, "You two have an old one?"

Dongluo shook his head, "No." ”

The old man stood up and walked towards the lake, under the sparkling lake, there happened to be a fish biting the hook, and the old man began to retract the rod in an orderly manner, "Tell me what you want to ask? If I happen to know, if you give me some benefits, I can tell you, and you don't have to go to that strange old man." ”

Dongluo grinned, and told Xue Nianci about the history of the Loulan Kingdom, as well as about Qin Shuyu.

The old man didn't speak, but silently closed the rod and wrestled with the fish in secret.

Dongluo waited silently, and when he was old and wrestled with the fish, Dongluo didn't speak to distract him.

Otherwise, I won't know if it's a person fishing or a fisherman.

After a long time, the old man lifted the pole violently, and an exhausted black green was reluctantly lifted up.

The old man threw the fish to Dongluo and said lightly, "It's baked." ”

Winter falls without much effort, after taking the fish, kill the fish and grill the fish, flowing clouds and water, all in one go.

Spices, dishes and other things are carried with you in the winter mustard seeds.

After the old man threw the pole again, he sat back under the willow tree, took a sip of wine and said: "There are a few lines of names and surnames in the history of Qing, countless barren hills in the north, and the fields of the predecessors and the descendants of the people have collected them. Repair history, this thing is the most tiring. Just to give an explanation to future generations, I don't know how many people who have cultivated history will not die well, do you say it's worth it?"

Dongluo's face was a little ugly.

The old man didn't seem to realize it, threw the wine gourd to Dongluo and said: "What you want to ask is just what I know, Qin's predecessor's retreat is actually not as bizarre as the rumors, and the reason for his retreat is actually just three words. ”

Dongluo raised his head and took a sip of wine, a good story needs to be accompanied by good wine, wine adds color to the story, and the story adds fragrance to the wine.

Dongluo asked softly, "Which three words?" ”

The old man leaned against the willow tree and muttered, "He's tired." ”

Dongluo raised his head slightly.

The old man beckoned.

Dongluo threw the wine gourd over.

The old man drank slowly this time, as if he was organizing the language, "This land is dispensable to the Snow Clan. But for the young man who had just entered the rivers and lakes at that time, this land was his hometown that haunted his dreams, and it was a thought that could not be parted with large and small. But can you imagine the despair when he learns that the people who rule this land do not respect this land? After Senior Qin learned all this, it was like his faith had collapsed. He was tired, so he retreated. ”

Dongluo frowned slightly, he knew that the Snow Clan had come here to build a country just in response to Zhou Tianzi's call! Maybe they really don't plan to govern this land for long.

In this regard, Dongluo can only be silent.

This thing is like history, he can only see it, he can comment on it, but he can't change it.

The old man continued: "The Qin seniors who saw the truth clearly fled to the rivers and lakes and stopped asking about the world. So, you're a friend of Prince Loulan, there's no need to be so pretentious about cultivating history.

A country that doesn't even recognize itself, do you say it's necessary to revise history? Will anyone read it?"

The fish was quickly baked, and Dongluo sat opposite the old man.

For what the old man said, Dongluo still didn't know what to say, and he didn't even know how to persuade him, he could only listen to it, and he could only listen to it as a story that didn't end well.

People who can leave their names and surnames in history, how many of them have a good ending!

Dongluo naturally knew that the person in front of him was Qin Shuyu, a person who owed a lot of money to the Loulan Kingdom. But Dongluo couldn't repay Loulan Guo, so Dongluo could only accompany him to drink wine and eat grilled fish one by one.

The rivers and lakes are proud, and the temples are proud, but for this old man, life is very unsatisfactory.

Older people talk about the past, and they always can't stop, and Dongluo listens patiently and remembers it with his heart.

The interesting stories in the rivers and lakes, the heart-warming things in the temples, are all as sad as the two sad things in the wine gourd.

drank it with the past, and it had a spicy throat, and when it didn't spicy the throat, it started to be spicy again.

The old man's wine gourd is a mustard seed, and there is a lot of wine in it, just like a depressed life, no matter how you drink it, you can't drink it.

The old man handed the wine gourd to Dongluo and said: "When the wine is brewed, it is to make people drunk, it is rare for the old man I want to say more today, come, drink, don't get drunk and don't return." ”

Wine, brewed for the purpose of making people drunk.

Dongluo took the wine gourd, like a river pouring into it, and poured it into his mouth without money, and the old man regretted what he just said.

After taking a few sips, Dongluo finally stopped, "Senior Qin, after leaving the temple and entering the rivers and lakes, have you ever made a move?"

Qin Shuyu's face was slightly drunk, and he said, "I've been out once." ”

Dongluo listens with his ears open.

Qin Shuyu took a sip of wine and said: "Two years ago, when the Beimang army broke through Loulan, I took the breath of wine in my chest, carried the three-foot Qingfeng in my hand, and went to find the commander of Beimang. ”

Dong Luo stood up suddenly.

The old man asked, "Why are you going?"

Dongluo replied, "Grilled fish." ”

The spirit of Winterfall caught a colorful cloud fish from Paradise Lost, washed it, and roasted it on the fire.

The great man of chivalry is for the country and the people.

Just for Qin Shuyu, the only shot after leaving the temple and entering the rivers and lakes, Dongluo felt that this colorful cloud fish was worth dying.

Dongluo made up his mind, and when he went back, he must let Xue Nianci write this incident with no witnesses into the history of Loulan.

Whether anyone sees it or not, there are things that can be forgotten and things that must be remembered.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~