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Ben Jin saw that it was late at night, so he got up and gave a big gift to the two of them: "Thank you two teachers for teaching me."

Wen Ling smiled and asked him to get up.

Ban Jin didn’t dare to get up, and continued: “Please allow me to ask the last question. As a historian, I want to know whether the gods mind the Human Race’s record of him. When the Human Race records the historical facts, what is the matter with the gods? Record truthfully, or write people in secret?"

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

The visitor was a man in his twenties. Somehow, he held a white object in his hand that looked like silk and silk and resembled bark.

The man didn't speak, and regardless of Wen Ling's previous orders to let the disciples retreat, he broke into the house and walked over to them directly.

Ban Jingang felt that this person was impolite, but seeing Wen Ling and Zhou Xia immediately got up and greeted him.

Seeing Wen Ling and Zhou Xia getting up to greet him, the man said: "Don't give me a gift, get me something delicious. I want to rest. I'm going to die after reading math for a day."

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

Wen Ling hurried to make tea, and Zhou Xia hurriedly picked some snacks and put them on the plate.

Ban Jin was stunned. Who on earth is this person from the academy? Can the dean give him tea?

The man took the tea, took a sip, and praised: "Wen Ling, your tea is delicious."

Zhou Xia hurriedly handed a piece of jujube cake to his hand: "The boss can't just praise Wenling, hurry up and eat the jujube cake."

"You didn't do it." He put the jujube cake in his mouth as he said, "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 official historian of Ya Kingdom, right?"

Ban Jin was taken aback, does this person know him?

The man bit the jujube cake and said unclearly:

"I'll just tell you about the matter of recording history. Don't think too much. Ge She left behind an inexplicable historical tradition because of too much thinking. He insisted that the gods advocated that humans only remember human things. In fact. Well, you historians, you can remember how you want to remember love. You can use it according to your own interests. Anyway, history is only for your human race to see. Since it is something you see, why bother about how the gods think? The gods don’t. Regardless of your details. As for the other question you asked, Wen Ling answered pretty well, subject to what he said."

"But Ge She's remark is right, Human Race should really be self-reliant, don't always think about troublesome gods. Less thinking about God's ideas, more doing your own things, is more useful than anything else."

After saying such a long story, he had eaten the jujube cake, so he took another piece of peach cake from Zhou Xia's hand, and took a big bite.

In the next moment, he sprayed out the whole peach crisp.

"What's this stuff? It's too unpalatable? It's greasy to death. There is too much alkali. Where can I buy garbage peach crisps, Wen Ling, next time I ask your disciples not to buy cheap snacks, I will give them if I have no money. You."

Wen Ling quickly gave him a cup of tea again. He picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth. He didn't care how expensive the tea was.

Zhou Xia immediately said angrily: "Wow! Who bought it, it's too much! You have pitted the boss. Boss, give me money, and I will help you go abroad to buy delicious food!"

The man immediately gave Zhou Xia a gold bar.

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

He wanted to say something, but he only felt dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

Ge She once wrote: "Don't talk about gods, respect."

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

Immediately afterwards, a disciple holding a lantern stepped forward to guide him and took him back to the guest room.

On the way, Ban Jin couldn't help asking: "Brother, I don't know who the distinguished guest in the college 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."

Ben Jin nodded, and finally didn't say a word.

The next day, Ban Jin took the book boy and went back in the carriage.

A few days later, Ban Jin re-edited "History of Cliff" in Yaguo's official residence.

He no longer shy away from the things of the gods as taught by the teacher, but records what happened from the perspective of the historian.

Since the gods said that it doesn't matter, just remember the way he wants to remember, then he restores the history to the truth.

"The Ya Kingdom was in 268 years. God descended from heaven to punish the city of Zhibei, and literature faded away."

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

However, the consequences of God's punishment, he will be recorded in the history books for the human race forever, and used to alert future generations. This is also the responsibility of the historian.

The work of editing "History of Cliffs" lasted for several months and was not completed. One night, Ban Jin still lit an oil lamp in the inner room of the book mansion, sat at the table, and did the revision work in small letters.

Someone asked a little outside, and Ben responded and let him in.

The man opened the door and came in. It was the current Yin of Cefu, who was Ban Jin's disciple.

"It's so late, the teacher must pay attention to your body."

The disciple said worriedly.

"Come here and sit down." Ben Jin patted his side.

The disciple went over, sat next to him, and looked at the record he was compiling curiously.

In Ban Jin's hand, what happened to be the bamboo slip from Yaguo in 236.

It's really like thirty years ago.

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

He handed the bamboo slips to his disciples and said, "You come and read this history."

The disciple was a little puzzled, but still took the bamboo slips and chanted aloud:

"In the twentieth and thirty-six years of the Ya Kingdom, the five and five years in the Jing Kingdom, Wen Yuan was hit by a huge stone..."

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

Ban Jin pointed to the newly added bamboo piece at the back, and said, "Follow the rest."

The disciple looked at the newly added record at the back: "In the 5th year of the State of Jing, Wen Yuan used stone in the city to show the human race. In the 5th year of the State of Jing, Wen Yuli Wenya was the prince."

He asked inexplicably: "Teacher, why does UU Reading www.uukanshu.com want to change the record here?"

Ban Jin sighed: "I used to follow the teachings of my teacher, thinking that under the gods, the human race can only tremble and speculate on the divine will. I think God is avoiding taboos. But now, I understand that the human race needs only righteousness and righteousness. However, the gods do not care about trivial matters, and history is based on truth."

The disciple nodded as if he did not understand.

…

Three years later, Ban Jin exhausted all his efforts to completely edit the "History of Cliff".

But Yaguo still exists, and there will be more history in the future. The follow-up part was entrusted by him to Yin of the house, allowing his disciples to inherit their unfinished work.

After another two years, Ban Jin was seriously ill. When he was still alive, he held his disciple's hand and asked that if there is any doubt in the future, he must go to Jing Guo's Taoist Academy and ask Dean Wen for questioning.

And, always be cautious, and don't offend anyone in the temple.

The disciple remembered it in his heart.