Liu Hao smiled, and a blazing fire ignited under his eyes: "If one day, you find that what you regard as faith has been trampled on by this bad world, then you will definitely fight everything to seek justice for it." ”

Xue Gaoyan was stunned.

"What do you think the historian's pen should record?" Liu Hao's eyes flickered.

Xue Gaoyan scratched his head: "Time? Honor? Success? Rise and fall? ”

Liu Hao shook his head, and at that moment, his whole person was like in the most prosperous firelight, reflecting this pale and cold world-

"Nope. It's real. What is left to future generations is a truth that time cannot erase. ”

……

Liu Hao remembered that when he was still the son of Hedong Liu, a famous family of historians, his father, Liu Ying, who was known as a giant of the historian, gave him a congratulatory gift of twenty crowns, which was a pen.

It has always been ordinary, a pen with three words and one branch.

He was puzzled. This pen is too shabby and inconspicuous in the gold, silver and jade sent by the temple officials, and in the famous calligraphy and paintings sent by the Confucian scholars.

But his father only solemnly gave him the pen, took his little hand, and told him to hold the pen tighter, tighter.

"Ah Hao, and the victory or defeat, poverty, black and white, monarchs and ministers have nothing to do, this pen is independent of the world, use it to record the truth reflected in your eyes, the sea descends and the valley rises, and time cannot erase the truth."

He didn't seem to understand: "What if one day loses this truth?" ”

"Then let's put everything together." Liu Ying's words fell between heaven and earth, and the mountains and rivers lost color.

Then he subconsciously grabbed the pen in his hand to death.

……

Xue Gaoyan made a pot of wine, and didn't take the cup, so he raised his head to reach the spout, and poured a throat, slightly drunk at the bottom of his eyes.

"Real? Amusing. This world is full of vanity and grievances, good and evil are confused, who can fight for a truth. Xue Gaoyan's eyes were desolate.

Liu Hao shook his head, as if he saw the man in the bright yellow shirt again, returning in the night, sitting by the campfire, reaching out for a glass of thin wine to drink.

Liu Hao smiled, smiling so much that the bottom of his eyes sparkled.

"If it's for that person, I'll have no regrets."

……

When he first met the master of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, he was a weak crown not long ago, and was given a gold waist plate and admitted to the History Academy, assisting his father Taishi Ling Liu Ying in compiling the "History of Zhou".

In the pen of the historian, the spring and autumn are instantaneous.

He stood beside his father in awe and novelty, watching his father's brushstrokes on the scrolls, which would be remembered for centuries or stenched for thousands of years, and time seemed to be engraved between the lines.

"In March, the river flooded, the two rivers flooded hundreds of hectares, and the water conservancy repair at the beginning of the year was not effective.

Liu should write this sentence on the scroll.

Suddenly, a chuckle came: "In March, the river flooded, the two rivers flooded hundreds of hectares, and the water conservancy repair at the beginning of the year was not effective. ”

The two men of the Liu family, one older and one small, looked up and saw the king in a bright yellow shirt under the wind window, with a calm smile on his pale face.

Liu Ying's ink pen froze, surprised: "Your Majesty, although the flood is true, the responsibility is not all on Your Majesty." The reason why a king is a king, and the courtiers share your worries. Why do you put the blame on you? This is a history book, once it is written, it will be scolded by future generations! ”

The king did not answer immediately, but looked at him with a weak crown: "This is the eldest son of Duke Liu." How do you feel when you see your father's work? ”

"Chen Liuhao, meet Your Majesty! The minister is willing to follow his father's will, repair the history of the Spring and Autumn Period, and prove the rise and fall of hundreds of generations! He bowed down, and for the first time he saw the holy face, the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.

The king smiled, took Liu Ying's pen, and handed it to him: "Then Liu Hao, do you think that I and your father, which is right and wrong?" ”

He looked at the pen in his hand, as well as the black and white of the pen, and was at a loss: "Minister...... I don't know ......"

So in an instant, the king in a bright yellow shirt, the sun burst out from the bottom of his weak eyes, reflecting the stormy Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

"Remember, the pen of a historian should remember the history of the people, not the history of the king."

So, he clenched the ordinary pen and recorded it in the green history: In March, the river flooded, the two rivers flooded hundreds of hectares, and the water conservancy repair at the beginning of the year was not effective.

……

Thinking back to reality, Liu Hao reached out to Xue Gaoyan and asked for a glass of wine, and drank it all, he seemed to see the returning bright yellow figure again, and was smiling at him.

Pointed at him, and then at his hand.

There should have been an ordinary pen there, which he clenched as tightly as he had been.

Liu Hao handed out a glass of wine, and in the empty night, he saw the inextinguishable sunlight, reflecting that he had no regrets in this life.

"Your Majesty...... The immortal truth of my Liu family's pen, you are the 'real'......" said in a low voice, laughing in a trance, Liu Hao's wrist moved, and the thin wine was sprinkled on the loess.

"Lord Xingshou, before I wait for the dead to start an incident, can I ask you for one thing, so that I can go to Huangquan and not look back." Liu Hao suddenly hugged his fists and solemnly bowed to Xue Gaoyan.

Xue Gaoyan hurriedly returned the salute: "You are my Eastern Zhou hero, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

When she was six years old, she followed her family to see the Lantern Festival. My father asked me to hold my three-year-old sister. But I was greedy for the lanterns and put my sister aside, but in the blink of an eye, when I wanted to look for it again, my sister had been kidnapped by thieves. I have been looking for more than 20 years in Hedong Liu, but there is no whereabouts. Therefore, please take over the search for the whereabouts of your sister after the oath of Mao. I also went to the underworld to apologize to my father. ”

Liu Hao paused, drew a pattern on the ground with his fingertips, and added: "My sister was only three years old when she was taken captive, and I am afraid that I have a vague memory of her origin." But there is a scar on his arm that his father deliberately branded, and it is so shaped that it can be recognized. ”

Xue Gaoyan looked at the pattern and smiled: "What kind of mark is this?" Wait, how can a father soldering iron on the arm of a young girl? ”

"It's a token. My sister has a brand on her arm, and I know what it means, and when the two become one, I can find something left by my father. Liu Hao said, "I can't escape the blame for being separated from my sister, this is one of them." Second, it is also the regret of his life that he must find his father's relics. ”

"With a pair of biological children layout, hiding so deep also makes you so persistent relics...... I can't think of anything worth it. Xue Gaoyan was surprised.

Liu Hao didn't intend to hide it, and explained: "It's a history book. When my father was in his last years, he fought to finish the history book with his last breath. ”

Xue Gaoyan became more and more puzzled: "The history of Liu Gong's cultivation is spread all over the world. Is there still a book that is hidden and tucked away? ”

"Yes. Because this book is to turn his back on the people of the world. Liu Hao held his palm, as if he was holding the pen tightly in the dark, no matter whether he practiced martial arts or the defeat of the Liu family, he never discarded the pen.

He smiled, his eyes reddening.

"Your Majesty...... How can it be a faint king......"

As a result, the mountains and seas can be flat.