Seeing that it was late at night, Ban Jin got up and gave a big salute to the two: "Thank you two teachers for teaching me." ”

Wen Ling smiled and told him to get up.

Ban Jin did not dare to get up, and continued: "Please allow me to ask one last doubt, as a historian, I wonder if the gods mind the human record of him. And when the human race records historical facts, does it record the things of the gods truthfully, or do they write about people in hiding? ”

Wen Ling was about to speak, when the curtain in the lobby was suddenly lifted again.

The man was a man in his twenties, somehow holding a white object made of silk silk and tree bark.

The man didn't speak, and ignored Wen Ling's previous order to let the disciples retreat, broke into the house, and walked directly towards the few of them.

Ban Jingang felt that this person was rude, but when he saw Wen Ling and Zhou Xia, he immediately got up and greeted him.

Seeing Wen Ling and Zhou Xia get up to greet him, the man said, "Excuse me, bring me something delicious, I'm going to rest, I'm dying after watching math for a day." ”

As he spoke, he put the white object in his hand into Zhou Xia's hand, and Zhou Xia took it and put it on the table for him.

Wen Ling was busy making tea, while Zhou Xia hurriedly picked up some snacks and put them on the plate to serve.

Ban Jin was dumbfounded, who is this person from the academy? Can you still ask the dean to make him tea?

The man took the tea, took a sip, and praised: "It's still Wen Ling, the tea you brewed is delicious." ”

Zhou Xia hurriedly handed a piece of jujube cake to him: "The boss can't just praise Wen Ling, eat and eat the jujube cake." ”

"You didn't do it." Saying that, he still put the jujube cake in his mouth, "It's okay, I can give you 8 points." ”

Seeing Ban Jin sitting awkwardly, the man glanced at him and said, "You are Ban Jin, the historian of the Cliff Kingdom, right?" ”

Ban Jin was stunned, did this person know him?

The man bit the jujube cake and said indistinctly:

"Recording history, I'll just tell you, don't think too much, Ge Shi was thinking too much at the beginning, leaving an inexplicable historiography tradition, insisting that the gods advocate that human beings only remember the things of the human race. In fact, you historians, remember as much as you like. It's okay to play according to your own interests. Anyway, history is only for you people to see, and since it's something you see, why care about what the gods think? The gods won't care about you so little. As for the other question you asked, Wen Ling answered it well, so let's take what he said. ”

"But Ge She's saying is true, the human race should really be self-reliant, don't keep thinking about troublesome God. Thinking less about God's thoughts and doing more of your own work is more useful than anything else. ”

After saying such a long sentence, he had already finished eating the jujube cake, so he picked up a piece of peach cake from Zhou Xia's treasure-like hand and took a big bite.

In the next moment, he squirted out the whole peach foam.

"What the hell? It's too unpalatable, isn't it? Greasy to die for. The alkali is also put too much. Where to buy the garbage peach crisp, Wen Ling, next time I tell your disciples not to buy cheap snacks, I'll give it to you when I don't have money. ”

Wen Ling hurriedly re-brewed tea for him, he picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth, not caring how expensive the tea was.

Zhou Xia immediately puffed up and said, "Wow! Who bought it, it's too much! Trap the boss. Boss, give me the money, and I'll help you go to a foreign country to buy delicious food! ”

The man immediately gave Zhou Xia a gold bar.

Ban Jin didn't even know where he got the gold bar.

He wanted to say something, but he only felt that he was stammering, and he didn't know what to say.

Ge Shi once wrote: "There is no need to speak of gods, respect is the supreme thing." ”

So, in the end, Ban Jin saluted the man respectfully, said goodbye to Wen Ling and Zhou Xia, and withdrew.

Immediately afterwards, a disciple with a lantern in his hand stepped forward to guide him and led him back to the guest room.

On the way, Ban Jin couldn't help but ask, "May I ask you, little brother, I don't know who that distinguished guest in the academy is?" The one in his early twenties. ”

The disciple shook his head and said, "I don't know, but the dean told us not to talk about him." ”

Ban Jin nodded, and finally did not say anything more.

The next day, Ban Jin took the scholar and went back in a carriage.

A few days later, Ban Jin re-edited the "History of the Cliff" in the book of the Cliff Country.

He no longer shy away from the gods as his teacher taught, but recorded what happened from the perspective of a historian.

Since the gods all say, it doesn't matter, remember it the way he wants to remember, then he restores history to the truth.

"Yaguo 268 years. God descended to heaven to punish Zhibei City, and the history of literature and history retreated. ”

He did not record the reason for the divine punishment, because mortals could not speculate on the intentions of the gods.

However, the consequences of divine punishment will be recorded forever in the history books for the human race, and will be used to warn future generations. This is also the duty of a historian.

The work of compiling the "History of the Cliff" continued for several months and was not completed, and one night, Ban Jin still lit an oil lamp in the inner room of the book, sat at the table, and did the revision work in small letters.

Someone outside asked softly, and Ben answered and let him in.

The man pushed the door in, and it was the current Yin of the Library, who was a disciple of Ban Jin.

"It's so late, the teacher should pay attention to his body."

The disciple said worriedly.

"Come and sit." Ban Jin patted the position next to him.

The disciple went over and sat beside him, looking curiously at the record he was compiling.

In Ban Jin's hand, he happened to be holding the bamboo slip from the year 236 of Yaguo.

and thirty years ago...... It's like that.

For a moment, Ban Jin only felt like a world away, and everything reappeared.

He handed the bamboo slip to his disciple and said, "You come and read this history." ”

The disciple was a little puzzled, but he still took the bamboo slip and recited it aloud:

"In the twenty-third and sixth years of the Ya Kingdom, and in the fifth and fifth years of the Jing Kingdom, Wenyuan was ...... by a boulder"

He couldn't read it anymore, because the record here was crossed out by Ban Jin.

Ban Jin pointed to the newly added bamboo chips behind him and said, "Continue the next reading." ”

The disciple looked at the new record behind him: "In the fifth and fifth years of the Jing Kingdom, the god Wen Yuan used stones in the city to show the human race. In the fifth and seventh years of Jing Kingdom, Wen Yuli was gentle and elegant. ”

He asked puzzledly, "Teacher, why did you change the records here?" ”

Ben Jin sighed: "I used to follow my teacher's teachings, thinking that under the gods, the human race can only tremble and speculate on the divine will. It is to think that God is evasive. But now, I understand that what the human race does only needs to be righteous and righteous, the gods don't care about small things, and history is still based on truth. ”

The disciple nodded as if he didn't understand.

……

Three years later, Ban Jin worked hard to complete the thorough compilation of "Cliff History".

But Yaguo still exists, and there will be more history in the future, and the subsequent part was entrusted by him to Yin of the Register, so that his disciples could inherit his unfinished work.

After another two years, Ban Jin was seriously ill, and when he was dying, he held his disciple's hand and asked him that if he had any doubts in the future, he must go to the Taoist Academy in Jingguo and ask Dean Wen for interrogation.

Also, always be cautious and not offend anyone in the monastery.

The disciple kept it in his heart.

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