The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 164: The spring of auspicious symbols, the courage of each man, the style of the national scholars
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He Xinliang Chapter 164 The Spring of Xiangfu, the courage of each man, the style of the national scholar
The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
[Update time]2014-03-0323:25:54[Word count]4516
Although the plan of the year lies in spring, the spring of the first year of Xiangfu, when the Qingming Festival is over, it will be the end. The ancient capital of Western Chu on Guangling Road, after being smashed by the Xu family’s iron cavalry, has been renamed from Divine Phoenix City to the humiliating Lost City. There is a brick temple in the deep mountains on the outskirts of the city. During the Spring and Autumn Period, the intensification of sitting meditation lowered the anger, because the host of the Mozhuan Temple said that grinding bricks cannot be a mirror. How can sitting meditation become a Buddha? At dawn on this day, the morning birds crowed, and the three were walking on the tree-lined path. The old man was very old, with white hair and snow eyebrows. Lie, but don't want anyone to help. The Confucian scholar in Qingshan is not young anymore, his temples are frosty white, but his gaseous state is particularly clear and out of the dust, and he forgets the vulgarity at first sight. The youngest woman, beautiful and stunning, unlike a human woman, she carried a red sandalwood sword box on her back, and her footsteps were light. Probably to take care of an old man who was too old. The three of them were speechless when climbing. When they entered the pure ancient temple where no pilgrims were seen, there was only the rustle of a young monk sweeping the floor with a big broom. It was the time when the sun was extinguishing the Buddha, and even the two Zen temples were closed. The incense of Mozhuan Temple was light in the past 20 years, but it escaped a catastrophe. There are still some monks who continue to hide in the mountains and eat fast and recite the Buddha. The three pilgrims and the little monk hurriedly put their broomsticks under their armpits, clasped their hands together in salute, especially after catching a glimpse of the woman from the corner of their eyes, their bare heads became more and more drooping, for fear that they would violate the precepts and be far away from Bodhicitta. After the repayment, the old man took the Confucian scholars and the woman to the Five Hundred Arhats Hall. It was not the golden-makeup Arhats commonly seen in the majestic temples, but the colored plastic wooden tires. What is even more rare is the five hundred Arhats, each of which is lifelike or endearing. Sitting or listening or clasping your hands together, and even those who stare at the gongs and drums, scratch their ears and scratch their cheeks. The old man led the two to a nobleman, holding the mirror with his left hand, and with his right hand tore off the benevolent face of the vicissitudes of life, revealing the handsome face of the young man, enough to make onlookers dumbfounded.
The old man stood at the feet of this wooden arhat and said calmly: "The old official heard that the official book of the Ministry of Rites Zeng Xiangqi, on a heavy snowy day in the first year of Yonghui, he brought a large jar of wine into the temple alone, and died here. Probably even the last words are drunken talks. The old minister knows that in the past, he used to not drink, and he always advised us to drink and misbehave. I remember once your Majesty drank too much. The beard stared and rushed into the palace to scold your majesty. If it weren’t for the empress’s stop, your majesty would have to fight the old guy a little bit later. Afterwards, your majesty was still angry. He told the old minister privately that this was the one at the celebration banquet the night before. The old guy is the most unkind. He doesn't drink anyway, so he can pour other people's wine. He didn't even let it go, and he turned his face the next day and refused to recognize people. Who would have thought that he would hate alcohol like a hater all his life. The old thing, in the end, he stumbled himself to death?"
Zeng Xianglin, the official book of the Ritual Department, is naturally not the second-ranking minister of Liyang, but the last official book of the Western Chu Dynasty. Qi Yanglong is the same mentor and mentor to Wang Mingyang who has defended Xiangfan for ten years. .
The old man stretched out his hand to touch the cool Luohan pedestal, and said softly: "Presumably he always came to the householder Tang Shangshu. Tang Jiahe had the most mixed knowledge among the old ministers, and he did not look down on Buddhism as a foreigner. Teach, unexpectedly escaped to the Zen Mozhu Temple, as to whether he really concentrated on the Buddha, or was discouraged, God knows. The old minister and Tang Jiahe had a political disagreement for a lifetime, but it was still a dispute between the gentlemen, and the party dispute in the great Chu was neither a courtier. In order to compete for power and power, they are not fighting each other. It is not a gentleman and a villain fighting each other. Now it seems that it is more like a gentleman and a gentleman. The people's heart is still towards the **** character and the people of the Li people. , It’s just that they walked differently, and it is inevitable that the literati would be lighter, which would lead to catastrophe. However, Tang Jiahe has two words that are extremely insightful. He said that all beings in the world can die in love, and warriors can die on the battlefield. The death of civil servants in temples is not unique to men and women. Since people can only die once in this life, they always keep their hearts in their hearts to die for good. People are still a grass, and they also think about the period of five winds and ten rains, let alone people. It’s not vegetation, but when Tang Jiahe was really going to die, he would die, and would never live. But as a result, this Tang Shangshu, who once lost 16 games in a row on the chessboard by Cao Touxiu next to us, also regretted it. He escaped in Mozhuan Temple for a few years. Later, maybe because he was afraid that the old officials and Lao Zeng were looking for him, he fled deeper into the mountains. To this day, no one knows whether he is alive or dead."
The gray-haired old man continued: "The general Song Yuan, who was often taught by His Majesty to read more and more literate, don’t always make jokes by blind people in the temple. Such a stubborn old urchin is true. Crazy, the only grandson in the family, who had already been in Yonghui for six years, had already sneaked into the ranks of scholars, so he burned him alive and burned himself to death in a dilapidated library with few books. We are big. In the heyday of Chu, Wufu had no sword energy, scholars had endless acidity, women had no fat powder, mountain people had no smoke, and monks had no incense. It was recognized by the world as a prosperous scene that has not been seen in the eight hundred years after the Great Qin Dynasty. In the small dynasty of the barbarians in the north, the town was ruled for fifty years, and the **** was in power for fifty years. The **** Fan Gongliang killed one emperor, two kings and six concubines in his entire life. How can the dynasty of things change after fifty years and somehow become the princess of the world? And our great Chu, how can we say that the country is subjugated? The monarch is wise, the king is not the king. The civil and martial arts are loyal, and the court is not the minister. The people are diligent, The veteran Sun Xiji wanted to know what happened. Since it is already a luxury to die, he wanted to ask for peace of mind before he died and know a decent answer. The veteran was not afraid to bear the stigma of the slaves of the two surnames. , I just stood on the temple in Tai’an City and watched indifferently for more than ten years, but in the end, I still couldn’t figure out why Da Chu lost, and lost so miserably and so quickly. However, the old official recognized two people, one It was the man who slayed Xu Xiao, and the other was Zhang Julu, the blue-eyed man, who immediately struck the world and ruled the world. It was they who made the old officials have to admit their fate. Xu Xiao did the right thing, a good knife, as long as you hold it in the right person's hand, the knife The faster the people shed, the less blood they shed. Zhang Julu did a good job, he just risked being called the emperor of the station in private with Han Shengxuan, and repaired the Zhao family's yard impermeably. I confessed my fate, but Changqing asked the old minister to see you, and the old minister came. For nothing else, an old guy just wants to die in his homeland, which is better than anything else."
The three of them are Sun Xiji, an old lady of Western Chu, Cao Changqing, who achieved the realm of Confucian sage on the site of Xi Leibi, and Jiang Ni, the subjugated princess of Jiang Si, whose real name is Jiang Si.
They drank a pot of tea at Mozhuan Temple. The old lady was probably tired of walking and talking, and stopped speaking. Then the three of them went down the mountain and returned to the city. The old man was still Liyang Guangling Taoism in name. Slightly speaking, the official residence is on the site of Liubu official residence outside the imperial city of Lost Tripod City. Guangling Palace is not in the city, but Guyu City in the southeast of the clan's jurisdiction. It is the remains of other people who died after the end of the Spring and Autumn Period. All that should be left is left. All that are left are the remains of Western Chu. With the Lost Ding City as the center, the town will be 18 cities on four and six days, except that Zhao is not torn off Word up. Especially the Lost City, with the mansion and Bailu Mountain as the skeleton, the mountain has risen again and built a brand-new and vibrant new temple. Victory, it is Da Chu, and lost. Now the Western Chu in the history books of Liyang is probably Will be replaced by Hou Chu.
When the three of them descended from the mountain, more than a hundred elite euphorbias escorted them back to the city. The old lady took the two to a restaurant in the East City, saying that he wanted to invite the princess to taste the shad. It was on the second floor. After seated, the old man chuckled softly: "Your Royal Highness, this shad is delicious in the world. The old minister has to show off a few words of knowledge to enjoy it, but don't be too arrogant. The people regard food as their heaven, and the good things on the table are often paid attention to from time to time. Food, the reason why this shad is called a shad is that it is like a migratory bird. It is in the river outside Guyucheng Chunxue Tower every spring, along the Guangling River. It stands to reason that when we are here, it must be Xiaomanlixia. At that time, it was plump and plump. If it was supplemented with the special chicken head rice from Copper Paper City, it would be the most delicious in the world. Afterwards, once the shad arrived in Xiangfan City, the food would be bad, but the old minister wanted to take a leisurely time in the future. , It’s difficult, and I don’t care about the exquisiteness of sages and gluttons."
Jiang Ni gave a hum, and there was nothing to follow. The food was served soon, and she was holding the chopsticks to pick up the dishes. The old man saw her holding the chopsticks and joked with a smile: "Your Royal Highness, we all believe that the higher the chopsticks are, the longer they will be. The farther you go, remember that when the old ministers were young, the older generations in the family always used this to tell us about things, because we were afraid that the woman among us would marry too far, and the man would marry a woman who had no way of coming. While holding the chopsticks down according to the elder’s heart, while disapproving in my heart, it became the wind in my ears, but I did not expect to wait until I became an elder, and then began to chat with my children. This is probably the inheritance, and this is the case in a family. A country is also."
Ginger Niguo with high chopsticks held it down and amused the old man. He laughed and said, "Your Highness, don't take it seriously, the old minister just said casually. In fact, even if a woman is married far away, she can still order an army abroad. Something is wrong."
Jiang mud smiled lightly, lowered her head to eat and ate fish. The fish bones were very soft and not stinging. She also ate a lot of fish who did not eat fish in the past. Cao Changqing asked for a jug of wine and drank slowly with the old man. The three people walked out of the 100-year-old restaurant. On the bustling street no longer seen, the old man suddenly stopped and said to wait. Cao Changqing sighed without speaking. Not long after, a ragged old watchman walked out of an alley and knocked on the watch in broad daylight, yelling, "All dead are dead", "Keep your eyes open, there is no one in Da Chu." "Alive", the old watchman just walked on the street, knocking and shouting, heartbreaking, but the passers-by on the street was obviously used to it, and they were too lazy to make jokes. They turned a blind eye, and the beaten watchman walked over. The three of them saw them, froze for a moment, held the hammer and pointed at Sun Xiji, hoarsely laughed loudly: "Dead!"
pointed at Cao Changqing again, and said with a smile: "Half a dead person, not far from death!"
When he saw Jiang Ni with a sword box on his back, the old madman first looked blank, and then cried, "Alive? Why is there a living? Go, you go!"
Seeing that the woman was indifferent, the old watchman was stunned, turned and ran away, and continued to scream.
Sun Xiji looked at the watchman’s back and said calmly: "Jiang Shuilang, who once took charge of the Chongwen Academy of Great Chu, and the six hundred editors and editors in charge of the 100 librarians of the third academy and the secret pavilion books, is so crazy. The Liyang court and he Guangling King Zhao Yi deliberately did not kill this old lunatic, just to ask all the outsiders who came to this city to take a look at the jokes."
Sun Xiji walked to the carriage and bowed and said: "His Royal Highness can ask Changqing to take a look at the house. The old minister still has affairs to go back to deal with."
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Jiang Si's home, of course, is the Great Chu Palace that has reached its peak so that later generations of Tai'an City have to imitate it.
So is Jiang Ni’s home really?
Jiang Ni followed Cao Changqing, looking around at a loss. She left here fashionable and young, with a vague memory. She has forgotten what she saw before her eyes, and we can see why she was hailed as the most glorious scene in the world. When the men and women in the palace saw them, they were all in awe and hope. Cao Changqing walked all the way to a pavilion in the northeast corner of the old palace. After taking his seat, the gray-haired scholar sat there without saying a word. Cao Changqing, born in the Cao family of Longli County, is a well-deserved child prodigy of that generation. The chief of Chu was waiting for the edict, and he had talked with His Majesty the emperor in this pavilion many times. This Cao Touxiu asked the first-class Quan **** in the palace to take off his boots and pour wine. The proud talent? Cao Changqing had warm eyes and looked out of the pavilion. The pavilion was further northeast. When she was still young, she once saw a woman who was humming a small song with a local accent. She had a temperament that was inconsistent with this imperial palace. She saw it when she first entered the palace. I saw him like a dull goose, and made a face at him. After that, she became a concubine and queen, and Cao Changqing was still the merry chess player who was talented but always succumbed to chess. Those who competed with the emperor in harmony with the emperor and his ministers back then were far less powerful than the Cao family. The emperor always frowned and stared at the chessboard. She stared at the emperor. However, Li Mi called her invincible and invincible, and occasionally glanced at her secretly. When I lower my head, I can always see her embroidered shoes that are not in line with the palace etiquette. They are ordinary~IndoMTL.com~ But he always can't forget. After so many years, why can't he forget?
Jiang Ni whispered: "Chess waits for Uncle Zhao, I know Taishi Sun’s intentions, that I want me to be this princess, and I will do it."
Cao Changqing recovered, and smiled softly: "His Royal Highness, don't care about the old man's rants. Fighting the rivers and mountains is a man's business, and women can just look at the rivers and mountains."
Jiang Ni smiled heartily, and then became anxious. "The secret letter said that the master of the **** Song Tanglu, the master of ceremonies and eunuchs, and an old Diaosi guarding a coffin went south. It was clear that the high tree dew mentioned by the Huanglongshi was specially used for it. You have dealt with Uncle Zhao. Under the heavens and people, all are laymen, not called gods. Under the heavens, there are all trails, not avenues. But this big demon, after all, has a body that is more than a land **** in the legend. To be beyond the realm."
Cao Changqing smiled and said: "It's okay. The courage of the husband, the minister is not bad."
Jiang Ni wanted to say something but stopped, Cao Changqing said softly: "The princess might as well walk around and have a look, and the minister will sit down for a while."
Jiang Ni nodded, and the negative box went away.
Cao Changqing sat alone in the pavilion, closing his eyes.
After a while, the star of a stone seemed to me to dominate the eight fights, Cao Guanzi seemed to retreat in time. After opening his eyes, he was no longer the master who passed the Liyang Palace like a corridor. It was not a subjugator who brought the best of martial arts to the fullest. Confucian, just turned into that young but energetic chess imperial, with a smile on his face, **** together to form a chess piece, on the empty stone table, the grapes fall like flying.
There are Tsing Yi in Western Chu, and the scholars are unparalleled.