Chapter 1267 1267: One battle to determine the southwest (4) [Please give me a monthly vote]


    On the way up the mountain, Cui Zhi secretly observed the scholar beside him.


    The age of a literati in his heart cannot be judged roughly from his appearance. At first glance, a young literati in his twenties may be the actual age of seventy-year-olds. The scholar beside him is the same. He has a straight face and a square temperament, a calm and peaceful temperament, and has no crazy appearance of the cultists of the Eternal Life Sect on his body, and his eyes are like the waves floating in the dark river.


    Such a demeanor is not something that everyone has a background or has a high position and a high position for many years. Cui Zhi couldn''t help but feel curious: "Mr. Cui Mouguan has a dragon and a phoenix figure, but he can even believe in the deceptive external evil sayings of the Yongsheng Sect?"


    The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are not constant.


    Some ordinary people dare to imagine immortality?


    Such a graceful manner is a **** for the Yongsheng School, and it is a pity to cast a secret pearl. When Cui Zhi closed his eyes, he was shocked to find that his side was empty and he could not sense the other party''s breath at all. He guessed that the other party was either a master of practicing internal kung fu or a genius who was good at restraining his aura. He may not even be able to find such skills when he touches his side quietly, and it is worth being wary of.


    The scribe did not answer immediately.


    He looked at the winding mountain road that extended upwards, and for some reason, he felt uncomfortable with palpitations, as if an invisible hand was pinching his heart, and the owner of the hand admired his incompetence from a high point. The scholar closed his eyes and suppressed his breath. He felt strange in his heart.


    The literati said, "I don''t believe it."


    Cui Zhi didn''t seem to expect this answer.


    "Since you don''t believe it, why gather people around the mountains?"


    The scribe bluntly admitted: "Naturally it is for the purpose of survival."


    "In order to survive? Do you choose to gather people to rebel? The Eternal Life Cult incites the common people and shakes the foundation of the country, and has committed many crimes. But it is another group of incompetent mobs, who are afraid that they will lose their lives if they are useless." Cui Zhi was angry in his heart. The plague in Tianqing County can only blame the local government for its incompetence in government affairs, but the storm was so big that it indirectly exhausted my mother-in-law, which was inseparable from the increasingly fierce rebellion of the Eternal Life Sect.


    "A real man is born between heaven and earth. He should have the ambition to subvert the universe and reshape the world." The scholar became increasingly nervous by talking to Cui Zhi. "I think Cui Lang is also a dragon and phoenix among people and is born into a great man. When will he bow his back to see the world?"


    This is a mockery of Cui Zhi for not knowing the sufferings of the world.


    Cui Zhi snorted coldly in his heart.


    The literati said again: "Has Cui Lang raised a rabbit?"


    Cui Zhi didn''t know how he mentioned this, but he continued to answer according to the topic: "No, but his wife and daughter at home bought two at the night market. She was not lucky enough to buy one male and one female. She kept it in the yard for several months and didn''t look at it again."


    This is also a warm and interesting thing.


    In order to prevent the rabbits from expanding, Cui Zhi specially ordered people to deal with the rabbits and brought them to the table, leaving only two male rabbits to continue to raise them, so that the little daughter would not be difficult to explain one day. I remember Cui Hui was still teasing at that time: [Does the Cui family lack a few bites of rabbit meat? After a while, the flower court was sold in the night market. Those girls liked these snow **** the most. 】


    Not only did you not lose, you also made a small profit.


    Cui Zhi said helplessly: [It’s not short of rabbit meat, but it’s not short of a few cents of money to sell rabbits. Isn’t it a joke to take it out and sell it? 】


    [As long as you don’t engrave the three words Cui Zhishan on your face, even if the buyer knows your face, he will not dare to associate you with the head of the Cui family. 】Cui Hui picked up one of the surviving rabbits and rubbed the other party''s snow-white hairy to his cheek.


    Thinking of this, his mood finally became less bitter.


    Cui Zhi was full of past years, and the scholar beside him did not notice it, but said to himself: "In order to survive, rabbits have amazing ability to endure pain and endure. Are all sentient beings on earth? If they had to retreat and could not bear it, who would have wanted to leave the fields that their ancestors depended on for generations and become traitors?"


    Fear and pain exceed the limit, and the rabbit will scream.


    The same is true for people.


    Once the pain exerted by the outside world exceeds the critical point, it is often either forcing oneself to death or forcing others to death, without exception. I haven''t reached this point, but I can''t bear it. What face does the corpse-headed diner have to ask why these people don’t continue to endure it? Because the opposite side is too uninvited, the table is overturned.


    It''s that simple.


    Cui Zhi said: "Do you think it is the officials who force the people to rebel?"


    "If the sky has no way, change the sky; if the king has no way, change the king."


    Cui Zhi didn''t expect that there were still some desirable people among the mob, but he was curious: "Can the master know what sir said?"


    All the superiors like to seek stability and docileness.


    The king, the minister, the father, the son, the son.


    I think no master would like the people under his command, and his mind was full of thoughts of "If the sky has no way, change the sky, and if the king has no way, change the king." Who can guarantee that he will always be "righteous"? Once "no way" is to be replaced, who can be happy?


    The literati said, "That''s what the master thinks."


    Kang Guo’s civil and military personnel are very good at reviewing, and among them, the master who likes “I examine myself three times a day” is the most active. Even if there are no natural disasters all year round, I will issue a "self-crime edict" during the Chinese New Year to reflect on why all kinds of strange indicators have not been achieved this year, such as per capita clothing, per capita food and consumption, per capita housing... He once suspected that the talent was not coming because it was too carefree.


    A person can be an inspirational and passionate view.


    A group of people are crazy about rolling around.


    Cui Zhi: "…is it true?"


    Oh, he doesn''t believe it.


    Not only did he not believe it, he also had a sarcastic sentence: "Duke Zhou was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang had not usurped the times. He died in the first place, but who knew the truth and falsehood of his life? The true perfect people are indeed newcomers, and they can say anything sweet."


    When you are not successful, you speak better than singing.


    Once you succeed, you will begin to reveal your true face.


    The literati thought about his master, and calculated that his master had made his debut for half his life, which should not be considered a "new show", but there is no need to defend his words with a stranger. His silence fell into Cui Zhi''s ears and became a kind of guilty guilt.


    After a while, I heard the scribes breathing in their mouths.


    Cui Zhi looked sideways and saw that the handsome face of the scholar was pale, and there was almost no blood. His lost lips showed clear lip lines, which was a bit weak. He frowned slightly, thinking that the scholar had a hidden disease.


    I was thinking about whether to avoid being framed, but I still had to say something false: "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"


    God is pitiful and I did nothing.


    Is this person trying to frame him?


    The scribe rubbed his heart and his eyebrows were difficult to display.


    His voice was mute, and his eyes were filled with mist at some point: "For some reason, when he arrived here, he felt unhappy."


    As the severe pain deepened, the knife in his hand fell to the ground with force.


    Cui Zhi took a step back halfway, and there was no clue to the warning. He said, "Cui has been open all his life and is disdainful to do the hidden arrow that hurts people. The sir''s heart disease has nothing to do with Cui."


    The scribe pulled the corner of his mouth.


    It’s quite fast to clear it up. "Cui Lang is open and honest, I can trust it." He took several deep breaths in a row, bent down and picked up the knife fan that was taking off his hand, and held back the almost out of control tears at the angle that Cui Zhi could not see, and pretended to be fine, "I took the liberty to ask why Ling Yue died?"


    Since it is to burn incense and condolences, we must naturally understand the basic situation. In case you enter the mourning hall later, you will greet the deceased juniors and accidentally say the wrong words to offend the master''s family. Cui Zhi also understood these favors and did not feel that the scholar was overwhelmed by the inquiry: "Being harmed by evil people."


    Just five words made the scholar shut up.


    He was worried that if he continued to ask questions, and if someone told him that the evil man was an immortal religion, it would be embarrassing. Wouldn''t he be beaten out of the mourning hall by his family who were angry? He sighed vaguely: "Thousands of disasters and difficulties, the people''s livelihood is so sad. This person has passed away, and Cui Lang''s holiday is so sad."


    It would be fine if I didn’t say it, but it also aroused Cui Zhi’s sadness.


    Cui Zhi is a standard family of aristocratic families. He has been taken care of by three or four wet ladies since he was born. His mother in memory is always cold to him, and her eyes are full of her husband, family, common affairs, and Cui Zhi''s academic talent. She has very little attention really distributed to Cui Zhi. The mother and son are interested in getting close to each other, and there is always an invisible gap in between.


    When he grows up, he is more respectful to his mother but not close enough.


    My mother never talks to him, let alone enlightenment.


    But, mother-in-law is different.


    He felt the warmth between mother and son in the other party. There were not so many cold and alienating rules, nor so many frowning trade-offs, just a mother and a son. Her reassurance may not solve the actual trouble, but it can help Cui Zhi take some breath and avoid breaking down.


    Cui Zhi came back to his senses, his eyes were already wet.


    Sighing and wiping away the tears: "I lose my composure and make me laugh."


    Anyway, the other party doesn’t know his true identity, and it’s not that embarrassing to shed tears in front of him. Cui Zhi could already see Qingshui Temple at the end of his sight, and led the scholar into the side hall where the spirit was inaugurated. The scholar took three incense sticks from Cui Zhi at the door, using the mountain spring water drawn down to clean his hands. The mourning hall is simple, and there is a small coffin in the middle. No one is guarding the crying spirit here...


    Cui Zhi looked at his sight and guessed who he was looking for, and explained: "My mother-in-law was the abbot of this temple during her lifetime. She took in many homeless women and children and abandoned babies. After the disaster, she accepted sick refugees, and most of them were arranged in a wider backyard. The rice and grain in the temple were at the bottom, and the mountain wife should have gone to comfort them..."


    The scribes admired this even more.


    Somehow, when he was in this cold mourning hall, his palpitations that had been frequently experiencing on the road up the mountain disappeared without a trace, as if they had never been there. The scholar looked at the simple coffin and burst into tears without realizing it, even forgetting to light the fragrance. Cui Zhi was confused when he saw it. Those who didn''t know thought that the scholar''s mother-in-law was lying in the coffin.


    Even if you do a show, you don’t have to work so hard.


    Cui Zhizheng was about to remind him, but the scholar suddenly asked a question.


    "Why didn''t there be a spiritual seat in Lingyue''s mourning hall?" There were only a little sacrifice on the altar, but the most important spiritual seat was not set up?


    Cui Zhi said: "This is my mother-in-law''s advice."


    Unexpectedly, the scribes responded very much: "Why?"


    Cui Zhi also asked Cui Hui if he needed to set up a spiritual seat for his mother-in-law, but Cui Hui said that this was his deceased mother''s last wish: "Probably... I want to be an unknown person in front of the King of Hell Palace. My mother-in-law made mistakes in her early years and did something that she could not forgive for her life. She tried her best to make up for it over the years and was still depressed. She felt guilty and wanted to use this kind of behavior to atone for the past. As a junior, she naturally could not disobey the elder''s last wish." Although these crimes were nothing in the eyes of the head of the Cui family, she was forced to make a living by falling into a bandit.


    The world is like this, how can we blame those who want to survive?


    But I doubt the scholar beside me.


    The other party''s reaction was too strange.


    What tears did he shed in his mother-in-law’s mourning hall?


    "This fragrance cannot be lit."


    Cui Zhi looked at it: "Maybe it was because it was improperly preserved and got damp."


    In short, send people down the mountain as soon as possible.


    The scribe uses literary air to dry three incense sticks and ignite them smoothly.


    At this time, footsteps came from outside the mourning hall. Cui Zhi recognized Cui Hui as soon as he heard this, and turned around and said, "Where has Kewu been?"


    He turned around and naturally did not see the scribe''s sudden stiff spine.


    Cui Hui said: "Something happened in the back hall."


    She looked at the back of the scholar, and felt a little familiar, so she asked Cui Zhi with her eyes. Cui Zhi gave her a calm and calm response, and she was just here to pay her condolences. Knowing this purpose, the ice on Cui Hui''s face faded a lot.


    At this time, the couple discovered that the scholar had always faced the door of the side hall, Cui Hui, and the coffin. Cui Hui couldn''t see the angle, but Cui Zhi''s position could clearly see the scholar being distracted. The boiling incense ash fell from the top and hit the scholar''s wrist, and a red mark was burned out. The whole person seemed to have been sucked away, as if a puppet was standing in a daze, looking so weird.


    Cui Zhi raised his hand and put it on the hilt of the sword around his waist.


    The cultist in front of him was in a messy manner and didn''t look like a good person no matter how he looked. If he suddenly attacked in his mother-in-law''s mourning hall... Thinking of this possibility, Cui Zhi''s eyes had already terrifying murderous intent. His thumb slightly opened the sword grid and pulled out a piece of the sharp sword body.


    The atmosphere is so stagnant that it makes people unable to breathe.


    Cui Hui''s heartbeat suddenly began to pound wildly, and there were vague signs of losing control. She stepped forward and wanted to take the person carefully, but her hand stretched out was pressed by Cui Zhi before she could reach the other party.


    "Come to five?"


    “Kewu…”


    "How can you be Ke Wu?"


    The mute voice overflowed from the scholar''s throat, from blur to clear, from doubt to madness, and he kept murmuring Cui Hui''s name. Cui Zhi was naturally unhappy, but he was even more confused about the identity of this person. Why could Ke Wu lose his composure?


    Suddenly, some absurd thought came out.


    Could it be that he is...


    Before Cui Zhi could tell the guess in his throat, the scholar suddenly turned around, revealing a pair of blood-covered scarlet eyes, and his facial muscles twitched from time to time under the influence of emotions. It can also be seen from the details that the owner''s emotions are extremely tolerant.


    He pointed to the coffin and asked sternly: "Who is this?"


    Cui Hui had a cold face: "What do you think?"


    Cui Zhi has never seen Cui Hui like this before.


    Even when the couple quarreled the most fiercely, Cui Hui never showed such a cold and hard attitude to him. Is the scholar in front of me really that person? The indescribable emotions rolled in Cui Zhi''s chest, strangling his reason, and he could only barely support him.


    Or, you cannot lose your demeanor.


    Before Cui Zhi could speak to test the other party''s identity, the scholar in front of him who had tears in his eyes sprayed out a mouthful of blood without warning.


    The body staggered back and supported the altar before he did not fall down. Cui Zhi stepped forward to support him, pressed his fingers on the other person''s meridians. After a little temptation of the Wen Qi, he found that the other person''s meridians were disordered. The other party said, "There is no celebrity in front of the Hall of Hell...there is no celebrity...there is no celebrity?"


    "Are you an unknown person?"


    “What am I!”


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    Remind me not to forget to start a fund activity at the end of the month_(:з」∠)_