Chapter 466

More than ten years ago, in the private room of Tianfu restaurant in xuanzhu County, two children ordered a big table with a middle-aged uncle.

"I said it's a rare time for me to be merciful and invite you to eat. Why do you two brothers still have a dead mother's face, like eating tribute, and Yueyang, what are you doing with your lunch box?"

The younger child: "delicious. Take it back to my sister. She has teeth and can eat meat."

Older children: "teacher, we are really dead, mom."

Uncle Qi said, "hey? How did your sister come here“

"Born to my aunt. My aunt was killed two months ago."

Uncle: "Oh... But it's none of my business. I spent a lot of money to invite you to dinner. You didn't even say a good word. You didn't even give me a good face. Do you think I'll invite you to dinner in the future? Smelly boy and Yueyang, remember, blood and tears. If you take them out for others to eat once, others will feel strange. Let others eat twice, three times and four times, then don't blame others for disgusting If you want to be welcomed, helped and loved by others in the future, you can't make others feel miserable. "

Uncle: "only the rich can borrow money, because everyone knows they can afford it; people who do not lack love will get love, because everyone knows they know love; people who are not miserable can live happily, because everyone is willing to add to the icing on the cake."

Uncle drank a glass of wine: "don't be careless, you two. Do you know why Gaozu has been known as the first saint for thousands of years?"

Big boy: "isn't it because he founded Huiyao?"

Uncle: "not only that! You've been in xuanzhu for so long, have you occasionally seen Scarlett merchants? Although Scarlett is only a small overseas country, its history is no shorter than glory. However, Scarlett has not been unified yet, let alone the saints praised for centuries."

Uncle: "the reason why Gaozu is great is that Gaozu popularized spiritual power to everyone! The so-called spiritual power is the power of soul and desire! This is the reason why there have been a large number of heroes for thousands of years!"

Uncle: "as long as your will is firm enough, mental power will help you realize your wishes; but on the contrary, if your will is weak and complains about yourself all day, mental power will also accelerate your degeneration and make you fall into a mire and become a puddle of mud!"

The eldest child shook his head: "teacher, you lie. Fate is unpredictable. What does it have to do with spirit and will? Can you change things if you have a firm will?"

Uncle smiled: "things in the world will not be changed by spiritual will, but spiritual will can keep you from being changed by things in the world. When I was in Yanjing, I saw many heroes and talents. Some took advantage of the situation and rose like heaven's favor; some fell flat after being hit and became ordinary all their life; some were silent for a while but believed that they would succeed and finally make a comeback."

Uncle: "the first kind of people are favored by fate and have nothing to say; but the difference between the second kind of people and the third kind of people is whether they have firm will. If you are a senior official and want to find a smart man to work for, do you want to find a slovenly young man who borrows wine all day, or do you prefer a dignified student who voluntarily recommends himself to you?"

The two children nodded thoughtfully, but the older child immediately asked, "but what if the third kind of people have no chance to make a comeback and can only live an ordinary life like the second kind of people?"

"The bar, you know the bar." Uncle patted him on the head, smiled and scolded: "Remember to me that a person with hope in his heart will never fail all the time. If he really fails in any case and is tortured by fate in everything he does, he can proudly scold the sky when he dies, 'thief God, you can't kill me, and we'll continue to play in the next life' -- do you think this kind of person is ordinary?"

"If you say so much, the result depends on your life. It has nothing to do with your spirit and will."

"Oh, smelly boy, are you still unconvinced? I tell you, good things may not come true, but if you always worry about bad things in your heart, it will happen."

"Really?"

"Your teacher, I'm the best example." the uncle said, "I was too poor when I was a child, so I always thought I wouldn't have money. As a result, you see, I'm a senior official now, but poverty is beyond imagination and turned into my reality..."

"Teacher, if you don't go to xiangxuehai a few times, you won't be so poor."

"You're young and don't understand. It's called social intercourse." the uncle smiled:

"In a word, always hope and smile more. You may have some beauty as a teacher when you grow up. If you don't make good use of it, it will be wasted."

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"Smelly boy, do you know a saying that failure is the mother of success?"

"I know."

"You see I lost to you at cards. Can I call you son too much?"

"If you are willing to dress up as the top brand of xiangxuehai, I don't mind calling you mother."

"Smelly boy, why don't you leave xiangxuehai for three words? Is your spring heart sprouting? It's just that I'm going to see Jing Qinghe in xiangxuehai. Why don't you come together?"

"No, I don't like Jingqing."

"I like him very much. He's a real villain. Unfortunately, he's a bad man."

The boy showed an unexpected look, "teacher, do you think you are a good man?"

The middle-aged uncle shook his head: "I don't think I'm a good man, but does that mean I like to associate with bad people? Xuanzhu county is a place full of dirt. Why do everyone like to listen to the book" Shuo lie Zhuan "which praises loyalty, righteousness, propriety and wisdom? The so-called morality, the so-called justice, these beautiful things, even if they can't have them, they will unconsciously want to get close to them."

"Besides, do you think I'm talking about any intrigues with Jing Qinghe? Don't the ruthless' black thorns' deserve the dream of 'White Lotus'?"

Boy: "so what are you talking about?"

Middle aged uncle: "discuss how to be a good man."

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"You've learned how to drink blood and eight rice flows. You know the four guards. You can't finish the rest for a while. It's no problem to go back to xuanzhu and slowly study by yourself."

"I have nothing to teach you."

In Yanjing, in late winter, in a house, the young man bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man on the bamboo chair: "hard teacher."

"It's not hard. I deserve it. Who told me to suddenly be a teacher and take you as a student." the middle-aged man said: "maybe you were my father in your last life and asked me for debt in this life."

He paused: "Oh? Didn't you take the opportunity to call my son? Interesting, I thought you had long been transformed into a ruthless character by the blood drinking eight rice flow. By the way, you can take this too."

He took out a necklace inlaid with sapphire: "haven't you wanted it for a long time? Here, take it and get out."

The boy took the necklace: "according to the regulations of the four guards, this can't be given privately..."

"With my blessing, from today on, you are the Dongyang walking of the four guards." the middle-aged man said, "but this is just a meaning. Before you completely control the zither family, don't think of commanding others with your walking identity. The snake swallowing elephant will only be supported to death."

"I understand," said the boy, "but I took it, teacher, you..."

"Naturally, I'm going to be promoted. From now on, I don't worry about eating and drinking. I'm at ease. Naise's heart is of no use to me."

"I heard..."

"Come on, you can't stay in Yanjing."

After a long silence, the young man asked, "do you have anything to entrust me? Such as the agreement with Jing Qinghe?"

"Whatever. If you want to cooperate with Jing Qingxiang, don't expect him to look at my face... Maybe he has forgotten me. If you have any ideas, you can achieve them in your way. You don't need to go my way."

"As for others, it's nothing... Ah, by the way, if you get into trouble in the future, don't report my name. It's not that I don't want to protect you, but I offended many people. If you report my name, you will only be beaten harder."

"In addition, if you can, I hope you can come to the Imperial College. It's a very good college. You're sure to meet many very good people..."

Teenager: "impossible. After I master the piano family, I can't have time to study in Yanjing. The most is to let my brother and sister go."

"What a pity."

Another long silence.

Teenager: "teacher, obviously you have the ability to govern heaven and earth. Why -"

"I'm not as powerful as you think." the middle-aged man smiled. "I'm barely a wise man. I can see the direction of the wheel of history. However, controlling or even blocking the wheel is the ability of saints. I don't have this ability."

"I only believe that God's will is hard to break."

Pop.

The young man suddenly knelt on the snow, next to the middle-aged man's thigh, and his body could not stop shaking. He always had a weak temperament and shed two lines of clear tears: "teacher..."

"I've known you for so many years. It's the first time to see you being spoiled, smelly boy..." the middle-aged man gently rubbed the boy's hair: "when I first saw you, I thought you had a spirit, a spirit I didn't have, and a spirit of 'man will conquer heaven'."

"I've been wandering in xuanzhu for many years. Fortunately, with you as a student, I don't have time to spend my life."

"Old, teacher, I will continue, continue your --"

"It's not necessary to continue my career. My experience is not enough. If I rely too much on experience, I will fall into the pattern of 'ignorance'. The significance of experience lies not in repetition, but in improvement and innovation."

"Use your way to realize your dream. Just remember, always cherish hope and fear God's will, even if you don't waste my many teachings."

When the boy cried enough, the middle-aged man helped him up, looked at his colorful face and couldn't help laughing: "sure enough, it's always novel to feed blood and tears to others for the first time. Well, dry your face, don't show weakness and desolation, and go back to the mysterious candle."

The young man still didn't move. The middle-aged man shook his head reluctantly, led him away from the house, and said as he walked:

"Don't be coquettish. You are already a murderous adult, so smelly boy... No..."

"Qin Leyin, no one can bully you."

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Ha!

When Yue Yu broke away from the storm of memory and emotion, he almost felt that he had been stolen by Qin Yueyin in turn.

Unlike qianyuliu, qianyuliu's memory is a library, neat and meticulous; Unlike Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin Yin; Unlike Jing Zhengwei, Jing Zhengwei's memory is a garbage dump and can only pick and choose.

The memory of Qin Yueyin is a relic.

At first, Yueyu just picked something useful around the ruins to make do with it, but if there was a suitable opportunity during the excavation, the ruins would have changes that Yueyu could not understand, such as the sudden emergence of a blue eyed white dragon on a stone slab, the sudden activation of a dead scarab, such as the sudden opening of a coffin

But with the ice blood flowing in the blood vessels, Yue Yu quickly regained control of the body.

"Will blood drinking eight rice flow still have a blocking effect on memory? I don't know." suddenly a voice sounded: "but you had to learn this at the beginning. Don't blame me."

Yue Yu looks at the chief manager. The teacher in Qin Leyin's memory completely fits in with the chief manager in front of him. Removing the scar on his face, the chief manager is almost exactly the same as Qin Xiao who remembered more than ten years ago. It seems that he is not old at all.

"Qin -"

"Call me chief manager," he said. "That's my name now."

Yue Yu took a deep breath: "I have many questions to ask you."

The chief manager shook his head: "I can't answer you."

"Why?"

"Because I can't, I can't."

Yue Yu asked, "did you really die?"

The chief manager didn't answer and looked at him quietly. However, silence is the answer - if he is not dead, he can directly say that he is not dead. Only another answer has the value of silence.

"You are resurrected."

Silence.

"Resurrection is conditional. The price is that you work for your master, the president of the national salvation and disaster relief association. He can even control your words and deeds, so you have no news all these years. Not only have you not contacted your students, but also have not returned to Huiyao Siwei. Otherwise, Huiyao Siwei will certainly be able to pick you up as long as you want."

Silence.

But Yue Yu can see a ray of appreciation in his eyes.

"However, you didn't come to the Baijin pagoda entirely out of the task?" Yue Yu asked, "you came voluntarily."

The chief manager finally said, "yes, I volunteered. According to my level, the president didn't want me to come, but this is my dream, and the president agreed."

"I can't miss the opportunity to touch the glory of the holy sword."

Yue Yu looked at the back of his pierced right hand. The chief manager apologized: "I'm sorry, but I have to."

"It doesn't matter." Yue Yu shook his head. He opened his mouth. He still had thousands of questions in his heart, but he knew Qin Xiao wouldn't answer him.

Somehow, Yue Yu suddenly remembered the words of the sword holder.

"I won't disturb you for the rest of the time."

Even the sword bearer knows politeness, and Yue Yu is embarrassed to take up this last time. He sighed, looked at the chief manager and asked, "what do you want to say to me?"

The chief manager was slightly stunned and suddenly fixed his eyes on Yue Yu.

"Just as I expected, when you grow up, I really have some beauty." he said with a smile: "it's just that the beauty of hair color is not very good. It's almost like your Shizu, that is, the tea principal. It's too dazzling and vulgar..."

Oh, really? In fact, Yue Yu feels that Qin Yueyin's red hair is also very beautiful.

"As a picture of the reunion of teachers and students, this scene is really beyond your and my expectations, but fate is changeable and God's will is difficult to violate. It is our academic point of view, so this scene seems to be a little reasonable."

The chief manager said, "I've heard what you did in Dongyang. Although I can't listen to your class in person, I'll send someone to write it down."

"I'm glad you realized your dream in your way. Compared with me, a loser, you have been much more successful than me. I'm even a little jealous - I didn't have such good conditions as you."

"In fact, I have a lot to say to you, but my blood is about to run dry." the chief manager looked at his intestines and black blood from his waist: "unlike No. 2, I have more reason, but my body is closer to people."

"I don't know what to say to you for a moment. On the contrary, I think of a good sentence I read in a newspaper before. I like it very much and can join my favorite cautionary saying."

Yue Yu has a bad feeling.

"Always cherish hope and fear the will of heaven." the chief manager stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Qin Yueyin's red hair: "but if you do good deeds, don't ask about your future."

"Smelly boy, I'm proud of you."

As soon as the voice fell, Yue Yu saw that the skin of the chief manager suddenly shrunk and aged rapidly. He seems to have suddenly spent decades of life in just a few seconds, and the whole person has suddenly entered his twilight years from middle age.

However, the chief manager's eyes became brighter and brighter. He looked at the music with enthusiasm, and his lips quickly made several mouth shapes.

Suddenly, the light in his eyes went out, the withered old right hand hung down from Yue Yu's head, his head drooped, and the smile on his face was always stagnant, looking like a withered trunk.

Yue Yu was silent for three seconds, then took out the withered and yellow paper that the chief manager had just pressed on the back of his hand, recalled the last mouth shape made by the chief manager, and gently repeated it silently:

"Beware of the book of the dead."