Chapter 2640

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Zhong Xuan sat on bamboo slips as if on a raft, drifting through time.

Zuo Qiu Wu’s candle tears brushed past his eyes. Dripping onto the bamboo slips, they left mottled marks.

This is a sacred mark!

Zhong Xuan’s life essence had already soared. The work “Diligent Academy” was also undergoing a fundamental leap.

Zuo Qiu Wu used the power he had left from the Seven Hates. After the Seven Hates' thoughts escaped, he poured all of it into this book, not leaving a drop for himself to continue his life. With his remaining life, he carved eternal sacred marks.

In the visible future, Diligent Academy will borrow these carved sacred marks and infinitely elevate "Diligent Academy," possessing sacred level power passed down through generations. This is the fundamental for continuing the academy's inheritance only in a world of great contention.

Si Ma Heng said Zuo Qiu Wu wrote only, and the Seven Hates said this work was mediocre; Zuo Qiu Wu denied none of it.

But Si Ma Heng could not save Diligent Academy, the Seven Hates tasted the fruit of defeat, and he changed this ending.

What they wanted was not the same!

Within the black and white law realm of Ju Kui, the rectangular seat it sat on became transparent at this moment.

It was like a prison cell, and also like a study room.

White-haired Cui Yi Geng sat upright within it.

Tai Xu Ge placed this key character here to both monitor and protect him.

His desk and chair were all woven from rules. At this moment, a long scroll of bamboo slips was spread open before him.

He held a sword suspended in his hand as a brush, meticulously carving and writing stroke by stroke.

His tears dripped onto the bamboo slips, and his white hair turned black again.

His face returned to youth, yet his eyes were filled with even more vicissitudes.

Time changed many things, but he said not a word. The last article, the last stroke, of this work named "Diligent Academy" wrote —

"Mister has the name Zuo Qiu Wu... shedding life to annotate 'Diligent'."

Whether historians or families, all writing methods are used for people.

Zuo Qiu Wu only cared about his identity, which was "Mister," the dean of Diligent Academy.

So he could write history with a crooked brush, so he could write what was not acknowledged, so the whole world could doubt him, even allowing him to die with the name of scorn. He only wanted the best future for Diligent Academy — even though the road was winding.

This is the last story of this work.

Far from humanity, as the transcendent demon Seven Hates, it finally saw —

Zuo Qiu Wu's heart contained the will to die, not pretense.

He made so many preparations, left so many hidden strategies, not to rewrite his own ending.

But for a truly complete story ending.

For the most complete Diligent Academy.

Except for him, no one else died.

After he leaves, Diligent Academy will forever remember Spring and Autumn.

From a famous Confucian historian to a generation's demon monarch, and then to a transcendent demon, the Seven Hates had already seen many sides of Zuo Qiu Wu from different identities. From "Era Architecture History Say," "Ancient Seal Art Evolution My View," to the current "Diligent Academy," It had read every article, understanding Zuo Qiu Wu no less than others.

But never before had it felt this person was so clear.

Even as a transcendent demon, it felt clear, felt profound.

"Why go to this extent?" It couldn't help but ask.

Zuo Qiu Wu withered in the flames; from the neck down, he had already melted completely. Only a solitary head remained, immersed in his past, immersed in candle tears.

Why open one by one destined struggle worlds, deduce so many painful chapters, repeatedly interfere in between, and feel despair?

Why test those I love?

Because I don't want to lose anyone again!

The hunt in the central north, the burning of books on the grasslands, the holy wind demon calamity...

The world's first academy suffered blows again and again, and those familiar names disappeared one by one.

So diligently struggling, so seriously living, every person with so much vitality.

Don't die innocently again.

Only hope... Spring and Autumn always exist, the academy always remembers. Everyone can, through diligence, win beauty for themselves.

Exhaust all I have, deduce ten thousand chapters —

Seek the most perfect ending!

Zuo Qiu Wu was in pain, but also felt happy.

Zuo Qiu Wu had words to say, but no speech.

Wu Zhai Xue did not deserve to hear his heart's voice.

And Dou Zhao's Tian Xiao knife swept over, thoroughly wiping away the blank look the Seven Hates had after its thoughts escaped, and also shattering the Seven Hates' remaining sound, making its words not become chapters, its sentences not become lines.

*Ga zhi, ga zhi, ga zhi.*

The shaking sound of the time window suddenly intensified at this moment. This window, which had been pushed shut and then pushed open repeatedly, originally did not need to be pushed open again, because the Seven Hates' transcendent thoughts had already escaped through the shaking gap of the time window. This had probably already passed through Si Ma Heng's body, traversed the graveyard of history, and returned to the barren tomb of the ten thousand worlds.

Only at this moment did people suddenly realize — it seemed everyone had ignored Si Ma Heng's existence.

It seemed he was truly just a volume of old books, picked up when picked up, and placed on a high shelf when told to.

But he is Si Ma Heng!

A sudden gap, impossible to escape Si Ma Heng's gaze. The shaking spacetime seal could not block Si Ma Heng's history knife.

Zuo Qiu Wu sealed it closed, and the Spring and Autumn brush again locked the time window tightly. The Seven Hates used "Wu Zhai Xue" to shake it, but was also too lazy to push open the time window. After an intense shake, from outside to inside, it was pushed open in reverse.

*Pi li pa la,* it was the sound of the wind and rain of history.

That volume of bamboo slips, sealed by the Spring and Autumn brush, unfolded once again.

Black chess pieces turned.

That black chess piece representing Si Ma Heng slowly turned in the chess grid prison, giving people a feeling of turning back time.

Si Ma Heng's eyes, at this moment, became concrete!

Everyone felt that Si Ma Heng, trapped within the graveyard of history, was positively observing everything here through this single eye.

He looked at this chess grid, saw this chessboard, and then the black and white law realm, this book named "Diligent Academy"... and the world outside "Diligent Academy"!

A brief glance, vast seas and mulberry fields.

His last line of sight fell back onto the chessboard, standing here looking at that place, and seeing an old acquaintance again.

Si Ma Heng had been trapped for a long time. The current world had probably passed thirty years, but for Si Ma Heng trapped within the graveyard of history, and Zuo Qiu Wu writing "Diligent Academy" and deducing different chapters, time had already passed too long. They occasionally exchanged, using chess pieces to dialogue, but never met again.

This was the first glance after many years, and also the last glance.

Zuo Qiu Wu was left with only a residual skull; he had already exhausted everything and was unable to stop Si Ma Heng's return again. He only stared fixedly at this black chess piece, his eyes conveying a few points of sorrow.

He knew best that Si Ma Heng was not an evil person. On the contrary, Si Ma Heng was the kind of person this world needed most. He never had any selfish intentions or emotions; he was only firm, only persistent, only believed in the power of truth, only certain of a historian's responsibility. He was just a handle of a year's knife, forever holding awe for history.

In this world, there were actually not many people who held awe for history!

Si Ma Heng believed that history was the ultimate justice, that all people's actions and deeds should be laid bare and clean there, to be judged by later generations.

Only when the truth is not obscured can people of the time have taboos. Only then can the actions of people of the time have rules.

But Si Ma Heng still could not come back now.

The current Diligent Academy still could not grasp such a sharp history knife.

Many major events had happened in these thirty years. Can they all be recorded accurately? Some so-called truths, can they be dug out?

Qi country's Longevity Palace Master, Jiang Wu Qi, why did he die, and what palace secrets were involved that year?

Xiong Zi Du spent ten years building his reputation, exactly what kind of scheme was it, and how did Three Points Fragrance Building escape Chu? Can all of these be investigated thoroughly?

Jing Tian Zi invited the Dragon Monarch of the Long River that year, exactly what did he say? Did Chang Yang Princess Ji Jian Rong really only dance with a sword at the banquet?

Jing Tian Zi's intimate elder brother, Tang Xian Qi, gave up the throne that year and died for the country, entrusting his only son to Tang Xian Qi before his death — this is today's Wise King Tang Xing Lan. His talent far surpasses the bloodline of the Jing Emperor, and he was once an existence who was not at a disadvantage when in conflict with Ji Bai over the years. Why did the Jing Emperor hesitate and delay setting an heir? Was it really the intention for bloodline inheritance to surpass the great cause of the empire?

There is nothing new under the sun. Each person has their unavoidable circumstances, and each family has its unspeakable secrets!

Si Ma Heng believed his knife-pen could and must engrave and write everything.

But he would die immediately, and no one could fill the gaps for Si Ma Heng!

No one was wrong, one was first, one sent, one contained within, one looked!

However, he also understood that his sorrow was meaningless to Si Ma Heng.

How much exactly did Si Ma Heng pay, how much did he give up, to complete "History Knife Chisel Sea"? Others might not be clear, but was it difficult for him to understand?

This was a person who would not be moved by anything. This point had already been proven repeatedly in the past.

So he only watched; this was already the only thing he could do.

Li Heng Zhi once raised his hand, but put it down again.

For Si Ma Heng, Book Mountain's attitude was also complex!

As a contemporary teacher of the Li lineage, how could he not support this sect master who pursued the truth of history? The Historian's Stele was precisely erected by Si Ma Heng!

But as an elder of the Confucian sect, how could he not care about Zuo Qiu Wu's dying concern? How could he let Si Ma Heng come back again and trap Diligent Academy in fire and water?

He understood that saying this was actually not right. Trapping Diligent Academy in fire and water should not be Si Ma Heng, but those existences who were unable to calmly face the truth of history. Those who were angry and ashamed, who proclaimed themselves strong, fundamentally did not respect the existence of history.

But the Li lineage is the Li lineage, reason is reason, reality is reality — Book Mountain is no longer in the era when the Confucian ancestor presided; it has long been unable to block the tilting wind and rain of the heavens. Did that ten-thousand-year-old green pine breaking not sober people up? Was Shi Bo Zhou's death not clear enough about Book Mountain's position?

If they had successfully ambushed and killed the Seven Hates today, the Confucian waist could be straighter.

But they failed after all.

Li Heng Zhi looked at Xiao Zhi Heng, and Xiao Zhi Heng also looked at Li Heng Zhi. Finally, they were both speechless.

Even the crowd from Tai Xu Ge found it difficult to unify their will on this matter. Moreover, not to mention that Zhong Xuan had already found his way back, Tai Xu Ge no longer had the right to interfere in Diligent Academy's affairs. Just like Dou Zhao, if he became emotional, he wouldn't care about those things.

But there was a problem he could not avoid either — what exactly did Si Ma Heng do wrong, that led these unrelated people to forever expel him to death in the graveyard of history?

Even the most straightforward Dou Zhao was hesitant, and the most unworldly Li Yi, after finding Zhong Xuan, was already preparing to go home. And the most famous existence in Tai Xu Ge was still resisting his demonic energy.

Zhong Xuan, the most relevant to this matter, was still striving to grasp the power after his leap, and striving to control the "Diligent Academy" carved with sacred marks. Zuo Qiu Wu strengthened the carving of the sacred marks, intending to restrain Zhong Xuan's mind and spirit, let him choose the academy's future, and avoid the moral dilemma — Si Ma Heng was Zhong Xuan's teacher, Zuo Qiu Wu was Zhong Xuan's dean. History learning was his path, Diligent Academy was his home. How would he choose?

So at this moment, the black and white law realm was strangely quiet.

Then Si Ma Heng's voice rang out.

"Zuo Qiu Wu, you always do too much futile things."

Si Ma Heng naturally noticed everything that happened here, but there were no waves in his single eye. This chess eye reflected everything, but influenced nothing. It saw everything, but embraced nothing.

Only that voice, like a carving knife, still slowly said: "Those are all the vulgar ink of vulgar people."

At such a time, he still wanted to cruelly say that Zuo Qiu Wu was a vulgar person!

Compared to the angry expressions of the bystanders, Zuo Qiu Wu himself was surprisingly calm despite being so despised.

"Zuo Qiu Wu is indeed a vulgar talent!" The only head of Zuo Qiu Wu said very calmly: "I am far inferior to you. I always have been."

"At most, I can only write about era architecture, I can write with a crooked brush, but I cannot write straight."

"I have long forgotten the ideal of a history brush like iron."

He admitted his inferiority, but did not feel self-pity. He was candid about his crooked brush, yet strangely stubborn. He gave up his ideal! But he did not become small because of it. He said: "I only want the children inside the academy to all live."

"Then —" Si Ma Heng's voice said: "I want to take the plaque of 'Historian' away from Diligent Academy."

Zuo Qiu Wu looked at him, a look of surprise appearing for the first time. Facing the successive falls of the Seven Hates, and the situation getting out of control repeatedly, he was not so moved.

Because he heard Si Ma Heng's intention to leave.

This person who only focused on the truth of history, who never cared about anyone's feelings. This foremost historian who only sought the path, with nothing else outside his pen-knife... would he actually also consider things outside of the truth?

Zuo Qiu Wu had countless times wanted to persuade him to change, yet understood that those words did not need to be spoken. Si Ma Heng would not change.

When Si Ma Heng truly changed, he was somewhat at a loss!

"I actually never considered coming back," Si Ma Heng said. "I only thought... to take a look."

"Every thought in here is a torment of time. Calculated in tens of millions of years of knife cuts, I often forget exactly how long I have endured — I, miss home."

Si Ma Heng was a person who held a knife to carve books and never expressed emotion. As a result, this accidental expression was also awkward, like a knife carving.

The two words "miss home" were especially difficult to say.

He finally said: "I want to take a look. Just take a look."

"But I will not come back again."

No one knew exactly what kind of mood Si Ma Heng was in when he said this sentence.

He was the spiritual leader of historians, had countless disciples, many with names and surnames, and his status in the entire Confucian school was also pivotal.

And after he narrowly escaped death initially, the only person he contacted when he wanted to return to the present world was Zuo Qiu Wu.

Because this was his only friend, the person he trusted most in this world.

But Zuo Qiu Wu pushed him back to the chaotic chapter.

Time was the most meaningless thing within the graveyard of history, because time was perishing there. However, he bore the responsibility of holding the pen to record history, and had to remember time!

So the torment he endured far surpassed that of other fallen individuals.

On one hand, the intention was like a knife cut, on the other hand, he felt profound, and had to remember.

But he had no hatred for Zuo Qiu Wu.

Standing outside the window for so many years, he had never truly pushed the door. Except for this one glance today.

He would not come back again.

*Bang!*

The time window closed just like that.

The traces of the history graveyard had been completely cleaned up.

Only the whooshing, whooshing wind of time, blowing away all that was past.

Studying hard by the cold window, each holding a theory, mutually unyielding, shaking hands and talking, singing over wine, fresh clothes and angry horses, carrying the moon to read books, smiling at frosted hair...

Past stories, many also happened.

Suddenly thinking of Si Ma Heng asking this sentence — "We have known each other for many years, yet never truly known each other?"

By this moment, Zuo Qiu Wu's residual skull had also burned completely, only his last pair of eyes remained.

"No one has ever known you like me, and no one has ever known me... like you."

This pair of tired eyes, which had always gazed at the time window, slowly, slowly closed.

Burning in the fierce fire.

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