When Liao Gan found the stone, he was sitting on a peak of Jiuxuanmen, looking to the southeast, thinking about something blankly, silent like his name, like a stone.
He coughed, walked forward, sat down beside Shi Zi, and saw that Shi Zi was holding the wooden box that He Wuyin had given him in his hand. Liao Gan sighed in his heart, thinking, he was another stubborn guy like Zhou Wen'an.
Liao Gan thought about when he would come to Jiuxuanmen again, to sweep the grave of Zhou Wen'an, and burn some paper money or something. Those who practice swords, don't look at the superficial appearance, in fact, these lunatics are all poor.
Although Zhou Wen'an and his senior brothers and sisters bought sandalwood coffins with all their wealth, Liao Gan, who was still in debt for this, was actually quite poor.
"What are you still struggling with?"
Liao Gan patted Shi Zi on the shoulder.
Shi Zi turned his head and glanced at him, but didn't speak, his expression remained the same.
Liao Gan was too familiar with this look. He thought, come on, this kid is actually a born Nine Profound Sect, right? The stubborn kind. The fellows of Jiuxuanmen are all of this kind of virtue. Usually, it seems that the brothers and sisters hate each other to death, but if you really dare to think so, then you will be the one who died.
Shi Zi usually dislikes the old blind man, always babbling about the old blind man's idleness, and occasionally saves some money for fortune-telling and doesn't know how to spend it properly, so he buys wine and squanders it in a blink of an eye. Don't mention how disgusting the tone of the words is.
But when the old blind man left, Liao Qian's heart was cleared. The most sad person must be this brat.
"Actually, that's what happened." Liao Qian pulled a piece of grass and bit his mouth, "Either the surname is Su, or another surname, just give this thing to the people of Jiuxuanmen. You guys from Jiuxuanmen Don't look at them all with their noses so high in the sky, they are so arrogant that they are all soft-hearted to be honest. If your surname is not Su, they will turn a blind eye to support you for the rest of your life."
"Jiuxuanmen's group of poor ghosts who care about even a spirit stone when buying things, they are really poor, but it's not that they can't even afford a little ghost like you."
Liao Ganxu babbled.
"Actually, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone is afraid of death. Don't look at us cultivators who are awesome on the surface, but we are actually doing a lot of things now. This is what the old blind man wants you to think about. Do you know what the Eighteen Gu Clan is? The Eighteen Gu Clan refers to eighteen very powerful families. From the beginning of the Primal Chaos Era to the present, all the powerful elders and heads of the Eight Immortal Sects are members of the Eighteen Gu Clan. "
"The old blind man was actually a member of the eighteenth Gu family before, but he didn't know what to think about it later, and he refused to admit that he became a fortune teller."
"Gu Shiba's surname is not so good. If you accept this surname, you will become a member of the Shiba clan. You can only get what the old blind man left you with the surname Su, because it is what the Shiba clan left you. It's something that came down. But it's not that simple to become Gushi eighteen, you may die."
"Everyone is afraid of death, there is nothing to be ashamed of."
"..."
Liao Gan said in a broken voice, in fact, he didn't know what he was talking about, he just felt uncomfortable in his heart.
After coming to Jiuxuanmen, he realized, oh, the Jiuzhou Bank has really been wiped out, and the disciples of the Jiuzhou Bank are actually dependent on others. Although none of the little lunatics of Jiuxuanmen looked down on them because of this—the lunatics of Jiuxuanmen looked down on people from other sects from the very beginning, and they were all very proud—but the feeling was different.
Just like before, you had a home, but now you don't have it.
But Liao Qian couldn't find anyone to tell these feelings, and he couldn't say them out loud. It seems hypocritical to say these things.
In private, he felt that he and Monk Mingxin Liu Wuyan barely had a life-threatening friendship, but people with long eyes could tell at a glance that Monk Mingxin liked Liu Wuyan, that ruthless one who didn't look like a woman guy. Liao Gan thought, he should not wander around in front of them, lest he feel more lonely and miserable.
"I'm not afraid."
Shi Zi interrupted Liao Gan, who was holding the box.
The moment he raised his head, Liao Gan noticed that the eyes of this ordinary homeless boy had changed, and he became more like those lunatics of Jiuxuanmen.
Liao Qian shut his mouth shut.
"I just feel a little..." Shi Zi didn't continue. He is holding the things left to him by the old blind man. He is in the sect number one in the world. He has always wanted to stand out, and his dream of not being willing to be ordinary is so close that he can touch it with just stretching out his hand, but he But inexplicably began to hate these things.
"I was thinking that if I have a child in the future, I will give him the old blind man's surname."
Shizi said in a low voice.
The old blind man had no children. He originally wanted to let his children call the old blind man Grandpa, after the old blind man's surname. He also casually told the old blind man that no one would be his wife for such a crooked guy like the old blind man, and no one would give him a pension in the future, and he would have to work hard to change his son's surname.
The old blind man just laughed at that time, and tapped the cigarette stick in his hand on the ground while smiling, saying, don't tell the blind man my last name.
At that time, Shi Zi didn't understand what the old blind man meant, and he was very angry, because the old blind man's tone was serious for the first time.
At that time, he was thinking angrily, I haven't disliked you yet, but you actually disliked me.
For this reason, he had a stinky face all day and didn't talk to the old blind man.
Until now, Shizi finally understood what the old blind man meant. The old blind man didn't want his surname to be Su, and he didn't want someone to bear the fate of the eighteenth Gu family again. But he understood too late. By the time he understood, it was too late, and the old blind man was gone.
What he held in his hand was what the old blind man had left for him.
"I don't know what I'd have to call that guy to be satisfied."
Shi Zi tried his best to sound nonchalant. His name is Shizi, ordinary poor people name their children so casually, the old blind man can read, he once asked the old blind man to think of a formal name for himself, the old blind man pinched his fingers for a long time, but he couldn't When he came out, he was anxious when he asked whether he was blind or you didn't know a single word.
He knocked on the ground and said, brat, don't you know good or bad, this name can't be randomized, good or bad, good or bad, or fortune is all in this name, don't you know
After finishing speaking, he squatted aside with a sad face and counted.
Originally, the blind man said that if he was given three days, the day when Monk Mingxin went to rescue Liu Wuyan would be the last day of the three days. After three days, the old blind man should have figured it out, but he hadn't seen the old blind man for the last time, so he had no way of knowing what name the old blind man had given him.
"Su Yi'an."
A voice came suddenly.
Liao Gan and Shi Zi suddenly raised their heads, and found that at some point, there was a line of people standing silently in front of them.
The peak of Jiuxuanmen is very high, and there are many clouds and mists on the mountain. And in the mist, a group of people wearing white robes and bamboo hats appeared in front of them silently. Liao Gan and Shi Zi didn't realize when they arrived at all.
The robes on these people were as white as Cang Xue, and the bamboo hats they wore covered most of their faces. They appeared silently, as if they had quietly transformed from the mist.
The person in the lead was the only one who didn't wear a bamboo hat.
He looked down at the small box in Shizi's hand: "He used to think that if he had a son, he would name him Su Yi'an."
One security, one security.
Floating life is just for peace.
After all, the leader did not stay any longer, and led a group of men in white robes with pockets behind him, past Liao Gan and Shi Zi, and walked towards Biyong Pavilion on the main peak of Jiuxuanmen.
Until the group of mysterious people disappeared from view, Liao Gan slapped his thigh and understood who they met.
In the past few days, the head of the Xianmen has led people to the Jiuxuanmen one after another, and they are wearing white robes and bamboo hats, appearing silently in the mist. There is only one sect in the village, and that is the Valley of Tianji, which is known as "Why don't you ask the secret of heaven".
And the leader who spoke to them just now should be the owner of Tianji Valley, Su Changsu.
Liao Gan watched the pedestrian's figure disappear in the mist, and suddenly felt something.
The head of the Nine Profound Sect, Baili Shu, looks somewhat similar to these people in Tianji Valley.
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The palace of the Qi Qin Dynasty.
Bai Manqing did not stay in his bedroom.
In fact, a long time ago, Bai Manqing didn't have any great ambitions. At that time, Bai Manqing was really just a frail prince who was obsessed with academics. He was very talented when he was young, and his favorite thing to do was to dress up as an ordinary student and run to the banks of the Liu River in the capital, put the plain paper with poems in the water, and watch the clear water waves carry The poems flowed down slowly.
At that time, my father was still there, and so was my brother.
Those were the happiest and carefree days Bai Manqing lived in his life. He lived in a deep palace, his elder brother was a wise and promising prince, and he didn't want to be a prince in power, let alone compete with his elder brother for the throne.
At that time, he wanted to be a wandering poet, as written in his notes, carrying a poem bag and riding a donkey to travel the world, reciting poems and composing poems, letting the sun and the moon go back and forth.
I don't even know what suffering in the world is.
Father and elder brother didn't interfere with him too much, at most, when he sneaked out of the palace, they sent a few warriors to protect him from a distance. Later, Bai Manqing realized that maybe at that time, his father and elder brother felt that they could support everything for him, and they didn't want him to know about any messy conspiracy.
In fact, it proved that the actions of the father and elder brother were correct, so after that accident, the father died, the elder brother died, and he, the second son who "knew nothing" and loved literature, survived and became a emperor.
What changes everything is chance.
The poem notes he put in the water had just drifted not far away before being fished out.
"Where is the sky? What is the earth?" The person who picked up the poem read out the handwriting that had not been fainted by the running water, looked up at him and smiled, "Little guy is very high-spirited?"
It was an old Confucian scholar carrying a heavy book bag, with white beard and hair, but when he spoke, his eyes were clear, with the wisdom unique to polymaths.
The old Confucian scholar's surname was Fang. When Bai Manqing looked at him, he felt that he was very much like the kind of person he wanted to be. Walking around the ends of the earth with a bag filled with poems and books on your back, you will go to many places and read many poems.
So he asked Fang Rusheng, would he like to stay? He is the prince of the Qi Qin Dynasty, can he ask him to be his grand tutor
The old Confucian scholar smiled and put the poem back into the river: "Little prince of the Qi and Qin Dynasty, you are not the way to worship a teacher."
Then he left.
But later, the old Confucian scholar accepted him as a student.
The old Confucian scholar was also a member of the Qi Qin Dynasty. He won the first prize in the period of Bai Manqing's grandfather. At that time, the knowledge of the old Confucian scholar shocked the entire Imperial Academy of the Qi Qin Dynasty. But the old Confucian scholar was only obsessed with the many books in the palace of the Qi and Qin dynasties, and when he finished reading all the books in the palace, he resigned and left. From then on, he wandered throughout the Twelve Dynasties Continent, and when he met anyone with a collection of books, he would definitely ask others to borrow books to read with him.
After reading it, he left.
The old Confucian scholar can be regarded as a strange scholar in the Qi and Qin Dynasty.
His lifelong wish is to compile a complete general history of the twelve dynasties of the land.
In order to realize this wish, he spent most of his life traveling all over the land of the Twelve Dynasties, relying on his extraordinary memory to memorize all the books and historical materials he could find. And when he was old, he finally returned to the Qi and Qin Dynasty, planning to find a quiet place to compile such an unprecedented history book in the place where he grew up.
Bai Manqing's father hired such a great teacher for his youngest son who loves poetry and books on the condition that he would open the private collections of the Qi and Qin Dynasty royal family to him.
Fang Rusheng was obsessed with history compilation, and Bai Manqing gradually became interested in his hobby during the time he studied with him.
It was also when he was studying with Fang Rusheng that Bai Manqing gradually changed from the carefree prince who wanted to walk around the world with a poem bag on his back to a melancholy and introverted prince.
It took Fang Rusheng 20 years to compile the General History of the Era.
The compilation of the history of the era is not progressing smoothly. Too many things and too many truths in the change of eras are covered up by history, and the existence of Xianmen hides a large part of history. Therefore, historians in the land of the Twelve Dynasties either wrote a general history that was almost unofficial based on legends, or did not write it at all, focusing on the historical events of each dynasty.
Fang Rusheng spent his whole life trying to write a true general history of the era based on various clues.
However, the day the book was written, Fang Rusheng went crazy.