The night market in Yangping County is also lively and bustling, with Liu Tugou and Nanshi Rafter hooking up shoulder to shoulder, passing through the flow of people.

Han Shan and Xiao San'er led the way in front and followed behind, neither far nor close, very interesting.

Previously, after Liu Tugou got up from the corner, the tea customers were silent and frightened as if they had been choked by the neck.

The few people who were laughing just now were especially earthy, this is really a flying disaster, just drinking a cup of tea and listening to a book, and they actually bumped into such a killing star.

Nan Shirin was stunned for a long time, and saw that the second master always looked at him with a smile, neither annoyed nor embarrassed to ask the master for sin, nor did he seem to smile generously.

He had no choice but to smile bitterly, get up and slam to the ground, and pleaded: "Nan Shi Rafter is clever and tongue-inspiring, offending Huwei, and he is terrified, and he still hopes for the young man Haihan." ”

Unexpectedly, the second master was even more cheerful: "Oh, second master, do I really have tiger power?" haha, Brother Nan, please get up!"

Nan Shirin straightened up, the expression on his face was very exciting, and he said stubbornly: "No matter what, it's all in the bottom, it's better to be the east in the bottom, how about treating a table of wine and food and making amends with brother?"

Liu Tugou laughed, stepped forward and hugged Nan Shiren's shoulders, acting like a fox friend and dog friend, and said: "How can you let Brother Nan break the bank, go, the second master invites you to drink!"

Nan Shi Rafter was about to refuse, but a strong force came from his shoulder, and his legs couldn't help but move with him, so he had to resign himself to fate: "Brother Liu, in fact, the surname is Nan Shi, not Nan ......."

In this way, accompanied by two crying and laughing attendants, the storyteller Nan Shirin was coerced by the living king Liu Erye and went to Taihe Building.

"Nanshi, where did you hear all these things about the rivers and lakes you talked about? Could it be that you have a lot of friends on the green forest road?"

Liu Tugou asked curiously, this Mr. Nanshi is really well-informed.

In addition to being a little embarrassed and guilty at first, Nan Shi Rafter quickly regained his composure and composure, and said with a smile: "Brother Liu must have never heard of my Nan Shi clan, right?"

Liu Tugou's heart flashed, and he said: "You say this, I read a "Burning History Record" in the "Notes on the Collection of Sage Chapters and Sentences", which was written by a sage named Nan Shiling, could it be that this sage is also a compound surname?"

Hearing this, Nan Shirin turned his head and glanced at Liu Tugou in surprise, as if he didn't believe that a swordsman like the second master had actually read the "Commentary on the Holy Chapter" and was quite familiar with it.

"A soldier can be killed but not taken, a book can be burned but history cannot be changed. Yes, this Nan Shiling is exactly one of the next ancestors. ”

Nan Shi Rafter looked solemn and said proudly: "The ancestor's surname is Nan, and Shi Ling is an official position. Nan's generation of history has been written, and when it comes to the generation of the ancestor who wrote the "Burning History", the Son of Heaven is dumb and unkind, and another historian, the Great History, Ling Bing Bing writes straight and refuses to delete a word, and the Son of Heaven kills him. Da Shi Ling's younger brother inherited the will, but he still didn't change a word, and the Son of Heaven killed him again. If the successor does not change, the Son of Heaven will kill him again, and so on, the Dashi clan will be wiped out. After the ancestors heard about it, they insisted on it and recorded it, but the Son of Heaven had no choice but to give up. Since then, the Nan family has taken Nanshi as its surname, and is determined to write a letter history for Zhou Tian, and will never attach a surname to the Son of Heaven. It was thus the ancestors who were finally sanctified. ”

Nan Shi Rafter spoke eloquently, his tone seemed to be bland, but he couldn't hide the blood of the sword.

There are only a few lines in the annals of history, how many thrilling, rise and fall, honor and disgrace have penetrated into it?

Liu Erye listened attentively, and couldn't imagine that this real history was more of a story than a story, and more legendary than a legend. Although I don't quite understand why Da Shi and that Nan Shi Ling would rather die than change a word, but for the characters who dare to argue with the Son of Heaven, they can't say that they should give a thumbs up and praise a good man!

So the second master praised from the bottom of his heart: "Ah Rafter, your ancestor is really powerful, especially with a vicious eye, not only borrowed a knife to destroy the Great Shi Clan, but also fought hard to earn a great reputation, and achieved the great position of a saint, I think it is your Nanshi family that writes history books now, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Nan Shirin glared angrily.

It's a shame that Han Shan and Xiao San'er are far away and don't hear it, otherwise they would have been stunned by the second master's malicious speculation without taboos.

But then again, although the little people are far away from the court, it does not prevent them from using their imagination to speculate as much as they want. The second master's alternative statement may be very much in line with their appetite.

I have to say that the proud disciples who were tuned/taught by the old fox are indeed very abnormal people, at least they can speculate on others with the greatest malice.

The second master saw that Nan Shi Rafter was a little annoyed and angry, and said: "Ah Rafter is not annoyed, I'm just joking, Nan Shi Sage is not afraid of the Son of Heaven, and would rather die than implement the belief in his heart, although he uses a pen and I use a knife, the principle is the same, which can be seen to be my example." ”

Seeing that Liu Tugou's tone was sincere and not fake, Nan Shirin also dissipated his anger, gently broke free of Liu Tugou's arm, and arched his hand: "I was almost controlled by anger again, and I couldn't get home after working hard to nourish my qi, which made Brother Liu smile." ”

After saluting, Nan Shirin suddenly smiled and said: "Actually, I have seen the same thing as Brother Liu's hero, I have read history books since I was a child, and I have heard countless secrets from the elders in the family, others can do so many dirty things that they dare not teach others to know, and the saints of my family and the rest of the ancestors and ancestors are probably not exempt from vulgarity, otherwise they will not be able to save such a big family business." ”

The tone is very sincere and natural, but it is seriously inconsistent with what is said, where is this Nan Shi Rafter still the etiquette reader who follows the rules, even the ancestors dare to arrange it like this, and the degree of rebellion is steadily overpowering Liu Erye.

Fortunately, the second master is not an ordinary person, scratched his head, and said with a smile: "Ah Rafter, I really hit it off with you at first sight! By the way, you are so well-informed, I think it is because the family is in order to write history, and it is widely spread in Zhou Tian?"

Nan Shirin hurriedly waved his hand: "My Nan Shi family is just a writer of history books, how dare I do such a taboo thing, Brother Liu doesn't want to harm me! Anyway, I won't admit it." ”

The second master showed a knowing evil smile and said, "Then why don't you study and write history at home, what are you doing in Yangping County?

After arranging the ancestors of the Nanshi clan together, the two became a lot closer, and Nan Shirin no longer held the shelf of the reader, and said with a relaxed smile: "It's better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books, the family is too boring, I ran out after the crown at the beginning of the year, and I plan to see the real rivers and lakes." ”

Liu Tugou said contemptuously: "Even your weak little body dares to run the rivers and lakes? ”

Nan Shirin was also single, nodded, and was about to make a big salute, but unfortunately he was held down by Liu Tugou, so he had to say helplessly: "That little brother is not hypocritical, Nan Shirin has seen Second Brother Liu!"

He is in the age of a weak crown, although he can't figure out how old this murderous and cunning second brother Liu is, but it is certain that he is younger than him, but who called the second master to have a hard fist?

Few people in the Nanshi clan cultivate, just because of the word "suspicion".

First, the pen and ink are invisible, and then there is force is really jealous and disgusting, and secondly, the life expectancy will increase greatly after practice, and I have personally come into contact with so many secrets, which son of heaven can rest assured, no matter how high the realm is, it is rare to have a good death.

Only when you die early, everyone can feel at ease, and as for the records in the annals of history, they are neither detailed nor have any witnesses, and they are just stories.

Nan Shirin will not publicize this kind of thing everywhere, Liu Tugou is still inexperienced, and no matter how smart he is, he can't think of the mystery.

The two people have very different backgrounds and experiences, but they inexplicably smell the same, although they have a lot of reservations, and they have to teach people to sigh the wonder of the word fate.

As a son of a family, Nan Shi Rafter naturally did not go to tell a story because he was exhausted, he really wanted to have some addiction to playing tricks, and the Nan Shi family has written history for generations, and prudence in words and deeds is the most basic conduct.

Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, Nan Shi Rafter's temperament doesn't matter, and even thinks that he is a little wooden and pedantic, but in the environment of the Nan Shi family, there is no doubt that he is impetuous.

Some outsiders who question the character of the ancestors of the Nanshi family can nod their heads and say yes, saying that he is not wronged at all for deviating from the scriptures. was born with such a temperament, and no one shared the story of holding back his stomach, which is really itchy and unbearable, and he doesn't vomit and is unhappy.

As soon as he said this to Liu Tugou, the second master's eyes changed: "Tell a story? How true and how false is Wu Ersan's matter?"

If such a tragic thing is faked, then the second master will not be able to look down on the character of this Nanshi big mouth.

Nan Shirin hurriedly pointed to the sky and swore an oath: "It's true, it's not half a lie, I ...... my little brother at that time."

Liu Tugou listened to Nan Shi Rafter's words and disappeared halfway, turned his head strangely, and saw that Nan Shi Rafter's hand was still pointing to the sky, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were about to pop out.

The second master looked in the direction of Nan Shiren's finger.

In the southern sky, a dark red eerie star is blooming with dazzling brilliance, and even the bright moon and the lights of the street market cannot hide it.

Xiangxi, a nameless hill.

The hillock is bare and reddish throughout. The hillock is densely covered with tombs, but it is not as chaotic as a mass grave, but it is built from the bottom of the mound to the top of the mound in a circle.

The young swordsman wearing linen and filial piety staggered to the bottom of the mound with a package soaked in blood and black and red.

He faced the countless tombs in front of him, and fell to his knees, tears gushing like springs.

Ten years ago, hundreds of bandits broke into isolated mountain villages.

Young and old, they were slaughtered, and all women were humiliated.

Not only that, but the bandits also used all kinds of torture to ask about the whereabouts of the mausoleum's treasures, which no one in the mountain village had ever heard of.

Skinning and gouging out their eyes, breaking bones and cramping, the mountain people wail day and night, and they have to suffer boundless suffering, begging for death but not getting it.

The eight-year-old child who hid in the wall spent seven days and seven nights in purgatory amid the miserable wails of countless people.

until the whole clan died, and only one man was left to live alone.

There are remnants in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, and the young child who escaped ten years ago has become a sad person in white clothes stained with blood today.

Ten years of struggle, ten years of death.

Ten years ago today, he used a pair of immature palms to bury the clansmen, his nails were broken, and his heart was bleeding, turning the barren hills into red mounds.

At last a grave was dug for each of his people, a hundred and ninety-two.

Give each member a bowl of water, a total of one hundred and ninety-two bowls.

He bowed four times before each grave, a total of seven hundred and sixty-eight strokes.

Ten years later, tonight, there is a heavenly killer star shining brightly.