I am Dugufeng in the Tang Dynasty

The light boat went down the river, maneuvering on Song Shidao's grass, like a flying fish, skimming quickly on the water, leaving the sailboats behind.

Speeding along the way, the water became slower and slower, and the water surface became wider and wider. In the early morning of the second day, this tributary finally came to an end and merged into the surging eastward Qiantang River.

When the boat crossed the tributary and rowed into the Qiantang River, Song Que, who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were shining brightly like jewels, and he was full of energy, without any signs of fatigue from the journey.With a calm demeanor, he looked down at the long river flowing in front of his eyes, and suddenly smiled and said, "How does Shi Dao feel about the Yangtze River?"

Song Shidao didn't know why his father suddenly asked this question, and couldn't help thinking of the several encounters with Dugufeng because of the Yangtze River. He had mixed feelings at the moment, sighed softly, and said, "It's hard to say."

Song Que got up suddenly, stood with his hands behind his back, looked down at the river rushing eastward, and said spontaneously: "The Yangtze River is like a giant dragon, pouring down from Geladandong Snow Peak, the main peak of the Tanggula Mountains in the far unit, crossing the middle land, The flow from west to east flows out of the ocean, nurturing a prosperous civilization in the south. Compared with the Yellow River, the Dajiang River is a little more beautiful and gentle. Jiang, Huai, He, and Ji are called "four comparisons, and the Dajiang River is a little more beautiful Beautiful and gentle. Jiang, Huai, He, and Ji are called "Sidu", all of which flow into the sea. Although the winner of the title of the largest river in the world is the Yellow River, I only love Dajiang, which is incomparable in many ways .”

Song Shidao knew that his father had accomplished the feat of exploring the source of the Great River alone when he was young, but at this time he was completely at a loss as to why his father suddenly mentioned the Yangtze River.

Song Que continued: "In order to explore the source of the great river, I went westward along the river and saw many glaciers. There are continuous mountains and white

It is covered with snow, and the huge snow blocks melt in the sun, sinking in all directions along the ice cliff, forming thousands of small waterfalls, gathering into

river.Running to the east, its momentum is extremely spectacular. If you have not witnessed it with your own eyes, you can't believe it. "

Song Shidao felt grandiose when he heard it, and said, "If you have a chance, you must go and have a look."

Song Que smiled lightly and continued, "People say that the Three Gorges Gorge is the same as the Yellow River. It has the majestic and steep Qutang Gorge, the beautiful and deep Wu Gorge, and the endlessly flowing Xiling Gorge. It is the most ignorant of the Yangtze River. Wonderful scene. In the front part of the Jinsha River, the Tiger Leaping Gorge is more than ten miles long. Everything is rushing continuously. It is the best in the Yangtze River that has been suspected for a long time."

Listening to his father's description, Song Shidao recalled the scene of passing the Three Gorges several times, and he was immediately fascinated, showing a look of approval.

Song Que's tone gradually slowed down, and he said lightly: "My ship sank there. When I arrived in Bashu and transferred to a passenger ship, I met Qinghui on the deck at night when the moon was clear. I tried to take the initiative to talk to any beautiful woman, but that night I couldn't help but start with a poem, which made me eternally have a beautiful hurt, when I thought it was forgotten, it was better than ever

deeper memories. "

Song Shidao's heart was shocked. Although he vaguely heard that his father had something to do with the owner of Cihang Jingzhai, but today he heard his father personally tell about his first meeting with Fan Qinghui. While his heart was shocked, he also felt empathy. Can't help but recall the moment when I saw Dugufeng for the first time.He could imagine that his father's mood must be the same as his.

A gentle smile escaped from the corner of Song Que's lips, watching the long river, a gentle smile escaped from the corner of his lips,

His gaze melted into the river, as if reenacting the scene of the past, he said softly: "There is a bright moon at the bottom of the water, and the moon floats on the water; the water flows without the moon, and the water still flows after the moon goes."

Song Shidao listened leisurely and fascinated, and praised; "Emotions arise because of the scenery, and the scenery is written because of the emotion. The scenes blend, and there are human affairs hidden behind them

The deep meaning of change, there is no poem that is more suitable for the situation at that time! After a pause, he sighed again: "Father is so talented and thoughtful, I am far inferior!" "

Song Que looked at him, his eyes glowed strangely, and said, "You may not believe it, but the first time I saw her, I immediately agreed to her."

It was determined that she was a disciple from Cihang Jingzhai, and she set foot on the earth to practice the worldly practice designated by her master. At that time, Chen Chao had not yet been accepted by Yang Jian.

Qinghui knew that I was a new generation of the Song family in Lingnan, so she asked me about the rise and fall of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. "

Song Shidao's heart moved, and he faintly felt his father's intention in telling him this story.

Song Que withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the bright morning glow in the east, and said in a long voice; "At that time, Yang Jian had just received the so-called 'abdication' of the euphemistic name and became the lord of the Northern Dynasty. This man is a rare talent in the military. There was a nine-year gap in between when he was in charge of the Southern Expedition, and he was fully prepared and well-planned. He was far superior to Chen Shubao, the foolish emperor of the Southern Dynasty, both politically and militarily. As a result, the magic gate has an opportunity to take advantage of it, and Yang Guang is on the stage, ruining his fortune. I analyzed to her that the key to the weak in the south and the strong in the north lies in the determination of wealth. The reason why the south can be safe for a long time is because of the rich land resources in the south. Unfortunately, the rulers are incompetent , The inequality between the rich and the poor has caused serious problems in the land, and the fertile land has been concentrated in the hands of local tyrants and powerful people. Corruption and government officials have colluded.

Mountains and lakes hinder the people and harm governance, causing the people to live in the fields, and the people have no means of living.On the contrary, Yang Jian is constantly striving for self-improvement, and it is clear at a glance whether he is superior or inferior. "

Song Shidao had rarely heard his father talk about political opinions in such a deep way in the decades since he was a child, so he listened attentively.He knew that adhering to the Han system was his father's consistent belief, and Cihang Jingzhai had always supported the unity of Hu and Han. He was from the north and had a huge disagreement with his father. This was probably the biggest reason why his father and Fan Qinghui could not get together back then.

Sure enough, Song Que continued: "She is returning to the big issue of national integration. When Yang Jian came to the throne, the north, which was invaded by China and China, came out and assimilated early, and merged into a new nation. The foreigners in Northern Cyprus are not far from our roots in the Han Dynasty

Thick, extensive and beautiful culture.And the Han people have long resisted all ethnic groups outside the Great Wall, and developed a folk custom of being hardworking, brave and courageous.The portrayal of worrying and dying in peace, even if Yang Jian fails, the south and the north, and the north will unite the south will be the inevitable direction of historical development. "

Song Shidao frowned slightly and said, "That may not be the case?"

Song Que smiled and said: "That may not be the case, but although this statement is not very pleasant, I have to admit that her views are far-sighted and profoundly reasonable. And I pointed out that if it is not Yang Jian who appears in the north but another foolish king, the south If the heir to the north is not Yang Jian but another faint king, and the heir to the south is not the rotten empress Chen, will history be rewritten? After all, the unification of the world is the general trend, but whoever unifies whom is always a matter of one and the other Regarding the issue of decline, I, Song Que, have never been willing to admit that the development of history has its irreversible inevitability. Politics, martial arts and means are the direct factors that determine history. The current confrontation between the North and the South is, to a certain extent, a reappearance of the situation back then , I want to prove to everyone with facts that history is created by people."

Song Shidao became more and more aware that the differences between his father and Fan Qinghui were due to different positions and angles, which were essential conflicts of belief.This is very similar to the problem between him and Dugufeng.As the heir of the Song Clan, Dugu Feng was the representative of the Northern Clan, and there was an insurmountable gap between them.

Song Que turned around suddenly, stared at Song Shidao with tiger eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Now do you understand what I mean?"

Song Shidao's heart sank, he sighed secretly, he met Song Que's piercing gaze, and said, "Father wants me to let go?"

Song Que stared at Song Shidao for a long while, seeing that there was no hesitation or retreat in his eyes, he couldn't help shaking his head, and said with a dumb smile, "Even if you haven't got it, how can you let it go? Don't judge me and Qing Hui by the ordinary dispute of mind." When she was young, Fan Qinghui was so beautiful that it was unbelievable. Even though I saw him, I still didn’t believe that there was such a person in the world, so I really fell in love. But Qinghui is not an ordinary woman. She has devoted her whole life to the future. In the way of swordsmanship and cultivation of heaven, all kinds of things in the world, whether it's love between men and women, or the world's orthodoxy, are just experiences in practice, so she and I were doomed from the beginning to have no results?"

Song Shidao shuddered suddenly, with a bitter taste in his heart, and said: "I understand! In fact, what my father pursues is the same as the goal of Master Qinghuizhai's practice. Master Jian's exploration and pursuit of the supreme Dao of the Sword is the same as The same goes for her persistence in practicing."

Song Que shook his head slightly, turned around again, and said indifferently: "Although I have never met Dugufeng, I know that she, like Qinghui, is a strange woman who seeks the way of heaven through swordsmanship. But her swordsmanship and Qinghui's are fundamentally different. She does not regard the mortal world as a dream. Her swordsmanship carries the course of her life, and she does not care about the transcendence of life and death. She just strives to sublimate her life to a strong peak. I especially remind Dugufeng that she has reached the peak. The highest level of swordsmanship is to create momentum based on emotion, to win power with will, no matter what you want to do, you must first have the qualifications to stand alongside her."

Song Shidao thought of Dugufeng's unprecedented practice speed, and smiled wryly.

Song Que focused his eyes on the front, his mind was far away, and he was clearly sinking into the depths of unreserved thoughts about the past.

The rising sun jumps out of the horizon, wisps of morning sun slowly fall and scatter, and the river surface is shimmering with waves and golden scales bursting out, making it seem unreal.