"Sir, do you know my father Su Jingtian?"

He handed the letter from County Magistrate Xu to the team leader Su Yuan, but Su Lin did not expect that the other party seemed to have known his father Su Jingtian for a long time.

"Um!"

Su Yuan nodded, but his expression changed twice. He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I was a classmate of Jian'an Prefecture Aristocratic School. Since you are also from my Su family, don't call me a master, just call me a clan uncle. Although you are a distant relative, you can win the head of a county case. It shows that you are very talented. After I go back, I will report to my ancestors in my family and test your bloodline. If it is correct, you can enter my Su family."

"Thank you, uncle, but... this time the trial outside the pass..." Su Lin said, looking at Zhao Zhi beside him. Su Yuan naturally understood what Su Lin was afraid of, and said without hesitation: "Su Lin, the letter from the Xu County Magistrate has explained to me, don't worry, now you are a child of the Su family in Jian'an Prefecture, Jianzhou, and the head of the Fengle County case. If anyone dares to tamper with you, I, Su Yuan, will be held accountable to the end!"

"snort!"

Zhao Zhi, who was beside him, knew that Su Yuan was referring to him, and did not make a quibble. He snorted coldly and walked forward. The clouds of hatred and lightning flashed over Zhiqiao Zhihai were whispering: "Su Lin! Don't think that if you climbed the Su family's high branch and found a backer, I, a dignified Jinshi, can't do anything to you!"

As soon as Su Lin moved his wisdom, he felt the hatred that was pointed directly from Zhao Zhi's thoughts, and he was always in his heart.

Just like yesterday, the Grand Secretary Hong Jingzhang led the team and walked with the leaders of the case. In less than a quarter of an hour, he arrived at the border of the Great Wall again.

However, today, Hong Jingzhang changed direction and did not go to the piece of the Holy Brick of Poetry yesterday. Instead, he brought the examiners to one of the most magnificent city walls of the entire section of Wu Great Wall.

The Great Wall is far more than ten thousand miles away, and it is 30,000 miles long in the territory of Wu alone. Every thousand miles there is a holy statue suppressing the city, making the demon barbarians frightened and dare not approach the Great Wall one step.

"Is this a statue of Zhenguan?"

Su Lin recognized it at a glance, and estimated in his heart that he might have been granted the Wenwei Ningyun by visiting the Great Wall today.

"Sulin, have you discovered that this is a true holy image?"

After Li Yu got off the horse, he kept following Su Lin, which made Su Lin feel goosebumps, but her words immediately made Su Lin wonder: "What? The True Holy Image?"

"Yes. Su Lin, the ordinary statue of Guan Guan in the Great Wall is just a semi-saint condensed by the sacred power, suppressing the Great Wall, and condensing the literary position for the head boy. However, the true saint image is made of a complete semi-saint body, and is the true body of the semi-saint. It is precisely because the sacred image of Fan Qiliang is a true saint image, and the holy power condensation cloud that can be granted is stronger than other semi-saint images, so my uncle brought us here. You must know that the true saint image can only be granted once every ten years."

Li Yu looked at the tall and majestic city wall, looking into the distance, and was filled with a trace of desolate and lonely true saint Fan Qiliang, and muttered in a low voice, "It's a pity that even though the people he was waiting for had returned, he could never see it again."

"Fan Qiliang, why is this name so familiar?"

When Su Lin heard the name of the semi-saint, he felt a familiar feeling. He immediately used the wordless heavenly book in his mind to check it out, and immediately realized it in his heart, "It turned out to be him! Meng Jiangnu, one of the four major love legends in China, cried the Great Wall. In the story, Meng Jiangnu's husband was Fan Qiliang. Unexpectedly, there was also Fan Qiliang in this Tianren Continent, and he had the cultivation of a semi-saint. I wonder... would Meng Jiangnu also cried the Great Wall?"

The love story of Meng Jiangnu crying in the Great Wall is widely circulated in China. There are even many versions, but the most well-known one is that on the second day after Meng Jiangnu got married with her husband Fan Qiliang, Qin Shihuang ordered the country to send young laborers to the north to build the Great Wall. Fan Qiliang was arrested while working in the field. Meng Jiangnu cried to death when she heard about it.

In a blink of an eye, it was winter, and it was very cold. People kept sending messages from the north saying that the emperor only cares about the Great Wall as soon as possible, and countless people died of cold and starvation despite the lives of migrant workers. Meng Jiangnu heard that these letters were even more restless. She made a few cotton coats overnight and said goodbye to her parents.

Meng Jiangnu rushed to the Great Wall day and night and finally came to the front of the Great Wall. He asked about her husband's whereabouts, but heard that her husband Fan Qiliang was buried in the Great Wall after starving to death. When Meng Jiangnu heard this, she felt very sad and burst into tears.

He cried for 49 days and moved the sky. With a "bang" sound, the Great Wall collapsed, revealing a corpse. Meng Jiangnu stepped forward and saw that it was her husband Fan Qiliang.

The reason why Meng Jiangnu's love story about crying in the Great Wall has been so widely circulated for thousands of years is that on the one hand, this story criticized Qin Shihuang who was tyrannical at that time, and on the other hand, it also demonstrated the great power of love.

However, Su Lin knew that in Tianren Continent, Qin Shihuang was also an extraordinary First Emperor. He swept away the Liuhe River and was the first emperor to unify the entire Tianren Continent since the Zhou Emperor. At his heyday, he mastered all the national destiny of Tianren Continent.

Su Lin watched many historical records on the Tianren Continent a few days ago and found that the history of many periods was similar and similar to that of the Chinese nation on earth. However, he really did not see the description of Qin Shihuang and the Great Wall, and it seemed that someone deliberately erased from the history books.

"Su Lin, do you know that Fan Qiliang's half-saint was just a great scholar's literary position during his lifetime. He was promoted to the semi-saint's cultivation level after his death."

With a little emotion, Li Yu said slowly to Su Lin, "In the 330th year of Tianren's reign, the Emperor of Qin swept Liuhe and completely unified the Tianren continent. The country's fortune was at its peak, and his cultivation was close to that of a saint. He had the idea of ​​demolishing the Great Wall of Saint Power and casting the Great Wall with its national fortune. At that time, the temple had not been established, nor did he take imperial examinations to take the imperial examinations. The newly born holy bricks of poetry and lyrics from all over the country must be transported to the Great Wall of Border by manpower. Only the great scholars of the great scholars could be built on it. Fan Qiliang was the great scholar who guarded this section of the Great Wall of Saint Power at that time."

"The holy bricks of poetry need to be transported by humans? They must be built into the Great Wall by great scholars? And so on... And why did Qin Shihuang come up with the idea of ​​using national fortune to replace holy power to build the Great Wall? Didn't the Holy Power Great Wall be built by Confucius and a hundred semi-saints?"

After hearing a different history, Su Lin became interested in an instant, and curious thought fires popped up in his eyes, staring at Hong Liyu tightly and asked.

Hong Liyu was originally told well, but when Su Lin looked at her body with such a hot gaze, her cheeks flushed. She took a deep breath and calmed down. She glared at Su Lin secretly and said, "This period of history has been completely erased by the temple's historians from various countries. I only learned about it from some ancient books outside the pass."

Avoiding Su Lin's hot gaze, Hong Liyu turned his head to the other side, and continued, "If Qin Emperor wants to use his national fortune to rebuild the Great Wall, he will recruit countless Confucian scholars, especially great Confucians. Any Confucian scholars who do not obey their orders will be killed. In order to prevent the sacred power from recondensing into the Great Wall and cutting off the source of the sacred power, Qin Shihuang actually burned the historical books of various countries and the hundred classics of the Tianren Continent with the fire of the heavenly numbers of the Tianren Continent. This is the unknown "burning books and burying scholars". Fan Qiliang guards the Great Wall and wants to stop Qin Shihuang's evil actions. But with his mere great Confucian position, how can he be defeated? He was besieged by the generals under Qin Emperor, and finally the sea of ​​wisdom was dried up, his body was destroyed and his mind was damaged, and he was buried in the Great Wall of National Destiny."

"Burning books and burying scholars? There is such a history in the Tianren Continent, and it is such a story. Qin Shihuang probably wanted to get rid of the influence of Confucianism on the entire Tianren Continent, so he wanted to destroy all holy powers."

After hearing this history, Su Lin's heart was filled with blood, but he couldn't understand it at all and asked Hong Liyu: "Qin Shihuang is so cruel and unkind, which harms the Confucian scholars all over the world. Why did the sub-saints and semi-saints at that time stand by and watch?"

"A hundred saints travel to the sky outside the sky! Mencius, the sub-saints, took all the saints to travel outside the Tianren continent and explored the endless sea. What's more, they flew in the sky and traveled to the sky outside the sky. That's why Qin Shihuang seized the opportunity to burn books and bury scholars, and even tried to change the Tianren continent to the First Emperor continent."

Hong Liyu said slowly, "However, Qin Shihuang's grand career was finally destroyed. The Great Wall of National Destiny had not been built yet. The sub-saint Mencius and the half-saints returned to establish a temple, and used the ten-person corpses created by Confucius to create the imperial examination system, and continuously cultivate Confucian scholars. At the same time, all the soldiers of the world were led by the great scholars Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, leading the people to rise up. Later, there were nobles from various countries, Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, and Liu Bang, the King of Han, destroyed the Qin Dynasty... You should have also learned history books in the following history and know it. However, this part of Qin Shihuang was ordered by the temple to erase historians of various countries."

Pointing at the true saint statue of Fan Qiliang, Hong Liyu sighed again, "Fan Qiliang's body was automatically promoted to the semi-saint literary position, and was erected by later generations here to become the true saint statue of Zhenguan."

"Huh? Since Fan Qiliang is real, then... Li Yu, does Fan Qiliang have a wife named Meng Jiangnu?" Su Lin asked curiously.

"You...how do you know Meng Jiangnu?" Li Yu was shocked when he heard this, and then quickly denied, "No! Without Meng Jiangnu, I don't know what you are talking about."

Su Lin asked Li Yu several times, but she insisted that she didn't know anything about Meng Jiangnu, and Su Lin felt even more strange. He knew that there must be another hidden story, just as the historian covered up Qin Shihuang's burning of books and burying scholars and rebuilding the Great Wall, Li Yu must have hidden some inside story.

"I didn't expect that this is the case. It seems that even the Shi's pen and ink cannot be believed in it!"

Su Lin sighed and looked at the Great Wall slowly growing. The holy power was so great that it shocked all directions. For thousands of years, it was still the same, without changing its color. However, the Qin Shihuang, who was once equally majestic, has passed away for thousands of years.

Thinking of this, a poem appeared in Su Lin's mind, shook his head and couldn't help but vomit: "Hey! The Great Wall is still here, and I don't see Qin Shihuang back then."

Just as he was reciting this poem, suddenly, the true saint statue of Fan Qiliang actually made a buzzing sound.
Chapter completed!