The rivers and lakes can't stand it

Separating the false from the true has always been a difficult task.

In Yang Qing's impression, history is probably the most easily distorted and misled.

Due to the contradictions in historical materials, or even insufficient omissions, various problems such as unofficial history circulated among the people, and the current recorders will also have certain deviations in the narrative due to their own subjective cognition and the limitations of the times.

It should be known that Sima Qian who wrote "Historical Records" would make up some short stories and stuff them into it, and scholars who interpret and textual research on it in later generations will not be able to avoid being misled by it.

As a person who doesn't like to read books, Yang Qing's cognition of many historical figures is deeply influenced by the Spring and Autumn style of street stall literature and TV dramas.

Therefore, when bragging on the Internet, it is quite common for history lovers who have different opinions to suddenly pull out historical materials and slap them.

Not to mention the historical data, Yang Qing just looked at his mobile phone when he was idling, and there may be more than half of the dozens of news on the daily hot searches, among which there may be fake materials.

Even in the most serious cases, all of the above are marketing, rumors, speculation and even malicious hype.

Modern information still requires a huge cost to find the truth. It can be seen that fake news is like air in the environment of human life, and it is pervasive.

Even if it is to refute rumors, refute rumors, and even re-refute rumors about refusing rumors, reversals and reversals and reversals, a large amount of information confuses people, making it difficult to distinguish what is true and what is false.

Yang Qing did not expect that in this river and lake without the Internet, he would still fall into the vortex of information as usual.

When the incident first happened, Yang Qing was picking hairpins for Murong Hua.

Murong Hua was leaning on the recliner, fanning himself. It was just autumn and it was still very hot. A few strands of hair were greasy on his face. He suddenly said, "Little Yang Qing, who do you think is the possibility?" Stronger sex, less stained? Scarlet brocade?"

"What's the possibility?" Yang Qing was busy arranging Ying Luo, being careful not to touch the flowers pinched by Scattered Silk, "What happened to them?"

He is now working for Murong Hua. The boss can treat him as a child, but he must treat the boss as the boss. Everyone has their own opinions. This jewelry box is enough for him to work for Murong Hua for 20 years.

"What else can it be, of course it is Zhuoxue." Murong Hua said in a tone of hatred, "Which one do you think he will like?"

Which do you like?

Yang Qing seriously thought about these two options.

The so-called things are nothing more than three, since Yang Qing made two love oolongs about Qiu Zhuoxue on Shanyu Xiaozhuang and Murong Hua, Yang Qing has no confidence in his own observation and judgment, and hardly pays attention to this aspect .

He just waited for the wedding invitation from Qiu Zhuoxue one day, and when he went to drink a glass of wedding wine, he would stand as "official match" after confirming the bride.

"If it were me, I would prefer Miss Chi, she is good-looking." Yang Qing was not interested in this, but it did not prevent him from carefully recalling the looks of Chi Hongjin and Shen Buran, and quickly added, "But I don't think Brother Qiu should care about this."

Murong Hua sighed and said: "He really doesn't care. It's because he doesn't care that I'm a little worried that he doesn't care so much that he even forgets what he should say."

Yang Qing said: "Brother Murong, reject the Riddler."

Murong Hua: "..."

"I mean——" Murong Hua frowned, "Has he ever told his sweetheart that I am actually a man and have nothing to do with him?"

The amount of information in this sentence is too large, and Yang Qing asked after a moment of downtime: "Wait, what is your sweetheart? Isn't what the storyteller said are all rumors?"

He also thought that Murong Hua was just chatting casually, why did he suddenly rise to the height of his sweetheart.

Ever since Bu Tianxing's conspiracy started, Yang Qing has been hearing about Qiu Zhuoxue's "love affairs", many of which are definitely rumors, but some of them are still unsolved mysteries - such as Ding Liuyun.

Due to the age gap between the two and the ambiguous attitude of the two, there are many things that are fabricated.

Yang Qing has heard no less than ten versions of melon seeds in teahouses. For example, Qiu Zhuoxue met Ding Liuyun when she was young, and the two made an agreement—this kind is relatively light, and the fiercer ones even directly compiled Ding Liuyun’s old house. It was love at first sight when I caught fire, and I was possessed by King Zhou You on the spot...

Forget it, the most outrageous thing is that the version of the storytelling does not always directly fight with real people, so Yang Qing has to sigh with emotion that the Jianghu people are really full of martial arts.

Murong Hua looked at him in surprise: "Of course the rumors in the market are fake, but Zhuoxue obviously has a sweetheart, can't you see it?"

Considering the salary, Yang Qing abruptly swallowed back the phrase "Brother Murong, you sound like a storyteller".

And as a man whose hobbies are quite uncommon, Murong Hua's guess is surprisingly conservative.

He said honestly: "I can't see...does he have it?"

This made Murong Hua sigh deeply, as if he had a headache: "Forget it, yes, you are still so young, I shouldn't ask you about such things, I will ask Zhuoxue myself later."

He stood up and picked up a hairpin, and put it in his hair casually.

As Qiu Zhuoxue's friend, Murong Hua's remarks obviously belonged to the more trustworthy type of information in the textual research, worthy of being recorded by a novelist.

But Yang Qing didn't take it too seriously, he was busy yelling: "How small am I!"

The second person to mention this to Yang Qing was Song Shutang.

He came to Wudu to do some business related to Murong Hua, so he stopped by to visit Yang Qing.

Although this kind of behavior does not fit the identity of the young master of the Seven Star Pavilion, it is perfect for being Yang Qing's friend. They drank tea in a teahouse after strolling around Wudu.

Today the storyteller told about another Jiang Hu person that Yang Qing had never heard of, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, according to the storyteller, Song Shutang is also on Qiu Zhuoxue's beauty hunting list.

According to modern terms, this is called cultivating a small milk dog. Obviously, people in the Jianghu are also very fond of it, plus the plot of saving lives, so that every time I listen to it, Yang Qing can't help hallucinating some heroes to save the beauty. , Mei also has a wealth of wealth and an old-fashioned bridge of a sect.

Ever since he knew the origin of the hundred iron smelting, Yang Qing's feelings towards Song Shutang have always been a bit complicated, not the kind of contempt and contempt, but the complexity of knowing some secrets about him.

But he was sure that the present complexity had nothing to do with that reason at all.

Because Song Shutang was curiously asking: "Is there a good thing coming soon for Mr. Benedict?"

Yang Qing drank a bowl of sweet soup in silence, and said after a while, "Why did you say that?"

"Not long ago, my benefactor came to ask me about the sword." Song Shutang gestured to him with eyes full of ambiguity and teasing, and smiled slightly, "At that time he was in high spirits and very passionate, so I asked this question."

Yang Qing is very used to their way of speaking, it is too straightforward in the straightforward place, and too reserved in the reserved place.

This kind of description almost meant that Qiu Zhuoxue almost handed him a wedding invitation at that time.

However, as someone who had gossiped with Song Shutang, Yang Qing felt that the credibility of these words was essentially low.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Qing asked: "Sword... sword... Well, let me think about it, brother Qiu knows quite a few friends who use swords, and the ones I know are Brother Feng and Brother Yue... Besides, oh ! By the way, there is also Mrs. Xu!"

Song Shutang immediately fell into a vortex of thoughts: "Aunt Xu? Indeed, when I was in Luohuazhuang, I heard that she seems to have a lot of affection for benefactor."

Yang Qing sighed and said, "Squirrel Candy, haven't you thought that Brother Feng's condition may have improved, and that's why Brother Qiu is so happy?"

Song Shutang: "...This... But I think..."

Yang Qing interrupted unceremoniously: "We have already felt it once before, not to mention you said it too, you heard it, I also heard from the storyteller that you are interested in Big Brother Qiu."

Song Shutang: "..."

Song Shutang was speechless, so he had no choice but to grab Yang Qing and rub his little friend's head hard.

But after Song Shutang left, Yang Qing really developed a little curiosity.

Does Qiu Zhuoxue really have a sweetheart?Who does he like?

Considering Qiu Zhuoxue's complex social network and his exaggerated personality charm, it is essentially difficult to judge whether he is in love.

On August [-]th, Yang Qing was taken captive to a large ship. At first he almost fainted from fright. He couldn't forget to think about whether Murong Hua would pay the ransom, and how many years he would have to work to pay it back. Tears almost out.

It wasn't until the woman who caught him giggled and swept him out of her arms that Yang Qing realized that the kidnapper was Aunt Xu.

To be more precise, it is Aunt Xu and Ming Yueying.

Xu Qinglan looked at him with her arms folded, raised her eyebrows slightly, turned her head to Mingyueying and said, "He was the one who saved you? It doesn't look like he has the guts."

Yang Qing stared at them indignantly, not understanding how the two got mixed up.

"Because of this, it is even more rare and valuable." Ming Yueying put the pipa away unhurriedly, and she sat in the grand teacher's chair with a smile, as if she had seen through Yang Qing's question, and answered thoughtfully, "You don't have to do this Look at me, Aunt Xu owes me a favor, and I promised Karaya to help him kill Tan Taiheng, so I specially asked her for help."

Hearing her talk like this, Yang Qing felt relieved, looked left and right and said, "What about Karaya?"

Although Yang Qing didn't know Karaya, in Qiu Zhuoxue's evaluation, the foreign man who didn't speak the Central Plains dialect was obviously higher in moral level than Ming Yueying and Xu Qinglan.

Ming Yueying said slowly: "Bringing Tantai Heng's head back to the Great Desert."

Yang Qing blinked, then suddenly took a breath: "...you killed Ding Liuyun too?"

"Of course not." Ming Yueying said slowly, "However, there is always only one who can be a thief for a thousand days, and there is no one who can defend against a thief for a thousand days. No matter how hard a person is, he will be tired. What's more, what we killed was not him, an iron man, but Tantai Heng .”

Although Ming Yueying didn't reveal too much, Yang Qing's scalp was still numb.

It was really hard for him to imagine, after a three-person killer team composed of Aunt Xu, Ming Yueying, and Karaya targeted someone, what kind of mood would the other party feel.

"Then..." Yang Qing took a breath and said tremblingly, "Then what do you want from me?"

Although Yang Qing really wanted to act tougher, but considering that he was almost paralyzed in bed after being slapped by a snake once, it's better not to play dead.

Ming Yueying peeled an orange and gave him half.

Holding it in his hand, Yang Qing couldn't help but suspect that it was poisoned.

"Please come and listen to the music." Mingyueying said lightly, "The musicians here are very accomplished, and they are worthy of appreciation."

Yang Qing was trembling and couldn't say what he didn't understand Yangchun Baixue.

On the contrary, Xu Qinglan looked at him and giggled, seeming to be a little contemptuous, but she didn't say much, leaning against the window to watch the water.

After playing two pieces of the song, the orange juice overflowed his mouth, and Yang Qing finally realized that Ming Yueying was tactfully showing his favor to him, which made him suddenly feel a little sour in his throat.

Ming Yueying is not a good person, but the people she believes are not too bad, of course, except for those who have conflicts of interest - such as Murong Hua.

Obviously, Yang Qing has not yet the ability to create a conflict of interest with her.

After about a cup of tea, Ming Yueying suddenly said: "It's time."

She got up, waved to Yang Qing, and led him out with a dazed expression.

The boat hall was almost abnormally large, and there were already many people sitting there. They were seated on the second floor. Yang Qing sat beside Ming Yueying in a daze, poking her face out slightly.

Without exception, the dancers are young and beautiful, with a light and graceful figure, each holding a musical instrument, like a goddess descending to earth.

Yang Qing recognized many of the more common instruments, but there were also many that he had only a half-knowledge of.

It can only be seen that everyone is revolving around the woman in costume in the middle.

Although Yang Qing had watched many dances on the Internet, this was the first time he had enjoyed this live version, and he couldn't help feeling a little dizzy for a while, until the end of the first paragraph, he felt dizzy in his head.

Ming Yueying asked him: "How?"

"Very good." Yang Qing said sincerely, "The song is very good, the music is very good, and the dance is also very good."

Xu Qinglan took his expression into her eyes and sneered, "It's just that you don't understand, do you?"

Yang Qing let out an "uh", Mingyueying didn't think so, and smiled slightly: "Just now, this paragraph is praising the beauty of the woman in the story that can fascinate thousands of people."

Before Yang Qing could react, Ming Yueying said narrowly, "Just like your big brother Qiu."

Yang Qing: "..."

Although he was used to listening to the lecturers, but when he heard the same comments from people he knew, he still suddenly felt embarrassed to dig his toes on the ground.

Xu Qinglan's face suddenly changed, and she snorted viciously.

Yang Qing was sweating coldly. Although he didn't understand what happened, he clearly felt Aunt Xu's malice.

Xu Qinglan said coldly: "He doesn't have to wait anxiously for his lover to return, his lover is eager to throw himself into his arms, he is so sticky!"

Yang Qing: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know whether to accuse Xu Qinglan of spoiling ahead of time, or to be shocked that Qiu Zhuoxue had a lover, or to be amazed that Xu Qinglan's speculation on this matter was more unrestrained than Murong Hua's.

Mingyueying smiled but said nothing.

But if Qiu Zhuoxue really has a sweetheart, at least two more candidates can be ruled out now - Ming Yueying and Xu Qinglan.

Coupled with Yang Qing's control over the information at hand, Murong Hua, Feng Manlou, and Song Shutang can also be ruled out.

Yang Qing silently thought: The remaining candidates include Shen Buran, Chi Hongjin, Ding Liuyun, Tang Xuan, Xiao Jinse, and even Yue Mijin, etc. It seems that the circle of candidates has not narrowed at all!

After watching the song and dance, Mingyueying gave him some more gifts and sent Yang Qing back to Wanfeng Xiaozhu safely.

Yang Qing wasn't sure if Murong Hua knew about it, but the other party didn't mention it anyway.

The next day, Yang Qing got up early and wrote a letter to Feng Manlou. Due to the slow flow of information, Yang Qing, who hadn't received a reply in late autumn, began to wonder if it was too late to send it.

Autumn was already late, and when the storyteller's Autumn Zhuoxue Beauty History did not know how many newcomers had been added, Yang Qing had almost given up on that letter.

As a result, in early winter, Fengmanlou sent someone to send a camellia flower and a letter, and the letter replied to his guess.

More confused.

Yang Qing spent a few seconds recalling what he wrote at that time, and then deeply felt that Feng Manlou's speculation was also very wild.

He didn't believe it.

The author has something to say:

Some readers have discussed Yang Qing's particularity as a time traveler before, but in fact Yang Qing has nothing special.

Because he symbolizes the "ordinary people" who are often mentioned in martial arts novels but are also the most easily overlooked (eliminating violence and peace, eliminating harm for the people, the most simple core of chivalry is to be brave and sacrifice oneself for others. But ordinary people, apart from the role of victims, In addition, he basically has no power to appear in this kind of story), so he presents a lot of shortcomings in shaping, such as laziness, talkative, joining in the fun, etc., but also has certain advantages, such as his understanding of the maze. The weak (Ming Yueying, who was seriously injured) stepped forward and so on.

Ordinary people are not saints, they are not all good people, and they are not perfect victims. They are likely to be maliciously used by others because of their knowledge and wisdom, or do bad things with good intentions, which will arouse readers' resentment in the story. It is easy to have a "class difference" between ordinary people and heroes.

So I wanted to try adding such a character in the story.

I understand that some readers think that the time traveler must have some special features, this is because of the habitual thinking of web articles, but the design here requires Yang Qing to integrate the helplessness of children (innocent childish), but also have a certain mature thinking (an old man with social experience), so it is designed as a time traveler.

But his most essential role is an ordinary person from the beginning to the end, but it is probably because my writing is not enough, which makes everyone feel a certain sense of disobedience, so I would like to explain my thoughts when shaping it.

Here is a little afterword.

In fact, Bu Tianxing is the mastermind behind the scenes. Some people have guessed it right before, but some analysis clues did not guess 23333, but it is still a little flower. (Should have said it in the chapter on truth, but I forgot.)

In fact, this article is written relatively easily and casually, without a very strict structure. I hope it will bring some happiness to readers.

Since this is a martial arts article, let’s say goodbye like this.

The green mountains remain unchanged, the green water flows forever, and we will meet again by fate.

The whole book is finished.