Great Sui Guoshi

Yang Su got up quickly and spoke, keeping winking at the clan brother next to him.

The latter nodded in understanding and stood up.

"Mr. Lu, take a step slowly, I have something to say."

Lu Liangsheng, who walked outside the pavilion, stopped, and the falling rain slid over his head and fell to his feet. He looked at Yang Jian and shook his head.

"I know what the prime minister wants to say, but I feel ashamed to accept it."

With a wave of his hand, the bamboo hat that fell in the pavilion flew over, put it on top of his head, turned around and took two steps, and Yang Jian from behind chased him out in the rain.

"Mr. Lu! You have read the classics and cared for the hearts of thousands of people, and you just abandon them like this?"

Ahead, the figure in the rain trembled slightly.

Yang Jian took a breath, wiped off the water stains on his face, and continued speaking with a clear voice.

"In Chang'an, Mr. Jian and Mr. Lu missed it once, and thought it was a pity. Now that we see each other, how can I let you go as easily as that Nanchen Hunjun."

His tone paused, and he said: "Sir, if you want to leave, you can't stop it, but the people of the world have missed a wise man. Since you said that I can achieve the emperor's career, then you might as well think about it."

Having said that, Yang Jian raised his hand and bowed, bowing in the rain.

"I will never let you down!"

In the heavy rain, a group of guards looked at the motionless figure in front of the rain curtain, but they didn't know that Lu Liangsheng's heart was also extremely complicated. After a while, he let out a breath, turned his bamboo hat slightly, turned his face sideways, and looked at him behind him in the rain, bowing and bowing. The next prime minister.

Go over and help him up.

"Naturally, I trust the Prime Minister, but that road may not be easy. I still have important matters to rush back to Nanchen, and it is really difficult to stay any longer. Let me leave now!"

Clasping hands together, the Lin Beast walking slowly in the rain seemed to know that its master was about to leave. It trotted over and followed behind to another road leading to the river in the south.

"Ugh….."

Yang Jian looked at the man and the beast that were drifting away in the rain, closed his eyes slightly, and let out a sigh.

"A man among immortals, far away from the mortal world."

"Brother, this is not necessarily the case."

Yang Su stepped forward. Hearing the conversation between Lu Liangsheng and his clan brother, especially the last sentence, he probably guessed something in his heart. For a while, he also inquired about Nan Chen's affairs from many sources, and now he may have obtained evidence.

"My brother can see that Lu Liangsheng is hesitant, but he still wants to leave, which may be related to his mentor."

"Oh?"

Yang Jian tilted his head and looked: "But the famous scholar Shu Hua of Southern Chen?"

"Well, I heard that he was killed by that faint king."

"Hahaha--"

On the side, Yang Jian laughed loudly, brushed off his wet wide sleeves, turned around and walked to the war horse, turned on his back, reined in the reins, and laughed loudly: "It's really a great gift, how can I not return my respect, go back and send an order to Nan Chen The emperor sent some food, grass, gold and silver, and I will return to Chang'an to accomplish great things, and then..."

He squinted his eyes and looked at the green lead: "Then, the soldiers will send Chen Chao!"

Flicking the whip, turning the horse's head around, shouting violently: "Drive!" The horse galloped in the rain, Yang Su and a group of guards hurriedly urged the horse to follow behind, and soon disappeared into the rain curtain.

……

There is water vapor between the sky and the earth, and the narrow, long and muddy country roads, the Lin beasts are one shallow and one deep to pass through the mud. Taoist Toad lay on his apprentice's shoulders and hid under the bamboo hat, feeling the damp and cold brought by this world.

At this time, he had already woken up, and he had listened to all the conversations in the gazebo.

"Why didn't you agree to that person? Just because of your mentor?"

"Not at all."

Lu Liangsheng glanced at the distant mountains in the mist, the farmlands and mountain villages in the rain, and there were vaguely farmers wearing straw hats and coir raincoats digging up the ridges of the fields in the rain, busy draining the water from the fields.

After watching for a moment, the words whispered:

"Master, the letter from my benefactor made me realize something. Everyone in this world has his own way to go, just like Yang Jian just now, he has the appearance of an emperor, and he is nervous on the way, but in the future, the dragon's voice will shake the sky.

For example, Li Suian, who I met by chance, taught him the skill of controlling the sword, maybe he will no longer be a clerk in the country inn, and he will be able to walk a wider road..."

The line of rain that connects the sky and the earth flows through the clouds. In the small Guandao village on the border of Huaiyi Prefecture, a young man holding a wooden sword sits on the threshold, looking up at the clear sky.

Soon, a package was thrown in front of him, and he turned his head quickly, only to see his aunt pointing outside with her hands on her hips.

"There is a caravan going to Nanchen in the afternoon. Get out of here. You are either practicing swords or being in a daze all day long. The guests are all gone by you."

"Aunt..." The boy stood up holding the wooden sword.

"Get out, get out, there are some pieces of silver in it, and a few days of dry food!"

The woman waved him impatiently, drove him out, turned to the back kitchen, and quietly wiped away some tears from the corners of her eyes.

.......

In the green rain, Lu Liangsheng let go of the rope and let Lin Beast follow by the roadside.

"...Perhaps my disciple's understanding is not deep enough, but there are thousands of paths to the Tao. If you choose one of them, you will be almost finished. But you once said, master, that a stonemason who is obsessed with carving will one day be able to understand the Tao, and a Confucian has no distractions. , specialize in the study of sages and sages, and accumulate awe-inspiring spirit, that is, they have only one path that they don't have to choose.

But I am a scholar, and I am also good at Taoism painting, and today I have produced a golden pill, so which way should I go? "

In the voice, a small insect was lying on a blade of grass surrounded by stagnant water. Lu Liangsheng picked it up with his fingertips, put it on a stone, and watched it quickly hide in the crevice of the stone.

"He found the teacher's way... and I am still looking for my own way. I didn't agree with Yang Jian. This is also the reason. For thousands of years, thousands of creatures in this land of China have their own way. To restrain the teacher's bones, It’s time for me to figure it out too.”

He got up and looked at the sky where the rain was getting weaker, and a ray of sunshine was peeking out between the clouds.

In this vast land, countless lives thrive here. In one city after another, people come out of their houses to the streets after the rain. Women open their windows and hang up damp quilts. Straw hat, sitting on the ridge of the field, watching the water in the field slowly flowing out, showing a smile; amidst the sound of the ancient copper bell, a statue of Buddha appeared in the hands of the carved stonemason, smiling and taking the cold water from the monks of Wanfo Temple Drink freely.

In the temple, Yu Wentuo, who didn't want to be ordained, overturned the table and shouted loudly: "The temple can't accommodate me!"

The fat monk had no choice but to take him away with another child and head south.

Among the winding roads, the old monk holding a Zen stick walked through the acres of fields, walked into the mountain village and called the Buddha's name. He got a fast meal, sat under the eaves of the thatched hut, and swallowed slowly. He didn't care how long the road was.

The huge city, Chang'an is as prosperous as before. In a certain courtyard, Li Yuan wiped and wiped the sword in his hand, waving it in the courtyard from time to time, and the sword radiated light.

In Shunyuan County, after careful consideration, four scholars bid farewell to Wang Chongwen and decided to return to Nanchen.

.......Being a mediocre Nanchen first, he was a junior official with qualifications, and when the Chen Dynasty collapsed, he would be able to stand out even more if he was demoted.

When the sun shines down, the four of them carry the bookshelves on their backs and embark on the return journey with their ideals in mind.

south.

In the courtyard where there used to be martial arts, Yanzhi watched her two-and-a-half-year-old son write a good handwriting, clapped her hands in praise, and turned her eyes to Zhang Liancheng, who was sitting on a wicker chair under the eaves, as thin as a stick, and smiled gratifiedly.

In the Zhou Mansion, the old man held a book in one hand, and twirled the chess piece with the other to drop it to the chessboard. In the center of the wall of the study room, there was a picture of beautiful handwriting.

The fragrance of books and ink reveals the beauty of a gentleman.

At dusk, in Wangjia Village, the village head carried a bottle of rice wine and a plate of steamed fish, went to the river beach ferry and sat down cross-legged. On the river, a boatman in a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat was rowing a pole. Come.

Outside of Tianzhi in the capital.

In the eyes of the surrounding congregation, a figure waved his robe and shattered the boulder, bursting into flames.

"The spiritual things are gone, what use are you—"

The sky was dark, and the last ray of light was lost by the setting sun.

In the Tianzhi Imperial City, the lights flickered, and in the silent bedroom, there were screams of "Ah—" resounding.

The emperor sat up from the bed, sweating all over his face, Zhang Lihua next to him woke up with a start, and took a silk handkerchief to wipe off the sweat on his head.

"Your Majesty is having nightmares again?"

Chen Shubao looked at the lights outside the tulle curtain, gasped for a moment, and swallowed his saliva.

"... I dreamed that Duke Shuhua came to me again..."

He hesitated for a while, took a deep breath and said:

"And...and Lu Liangsheng...he's back."

Volume Four Sword Qi Ling Yunan, Sitting and Lying Qixia Chen Outsiders, Floating with Immortal Qi

Chapter 161 Someone Comes from the North

The night wind ran over the eaves of the corridor, and the coolness of the night squeezed into the window cracks, making the sweat-stained emperor feel a little cold.

Pushing aside and stretching it out, wiped the silk handkerchief on his forehead. After concentrating, he took off the yellow silk quilt and got down on the dragon bed, put on his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed, and fell into a state of ecstasy again, staring blankly at the bronze on one side. The flickering lights on the pillars.

The curtain was gently opened, Zhang Lihua put a robe on him, sat beside him with bent knees, leaned close to him, and gently pinched his forehead.

"Your Majesty, it's because you think about it every day that you dream about it at night. In fact, it's nothing at all."

After a long time, Chen Shubao blinked his eyes, and the fingers pressed on his knees curled into fists.

"No, I can feel that Duke Shuhua wanders outside the palace every night... I'm a little... a little scared."

The only one who could hear the emperor's words was Zhang Lihua, the imperial concubine. She could feel the slight trembling of the emperor who was close to her.

"Your Majesty, is this regret?"

Perhaps aware of his slip of the tongue, Chen Shubao raised his hand to brush away Aifei's hand, forced his hands to be calm, and walked to the lights on both sides.

"What do I regret?! I don't regret it!"

He turned sideways, looked at the silhouette of the woman in the thin tent, and waved his hand.

"That old guy didn't save me any face. He insulted me in court and even spit on me. If he is not punished, wouldn't my thousands of people think that I am cowardly and easy to bully, and I am not as majestic as a king of a country?!"

Speaking of anger, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out another word.

"...and his student Lu Liangsheng, who is self-righteous, who does he think he is?! However, relying on a little cleverness, he blamed himself for my mistakes in front of civil and military officials. Do you know that he only has fame and fame? Not an official... I teased him, and finally left with a flick of my sleeves. Relying on my magic skills, I even smashed my treasure hall. Regardless of whether it is above the hall or this Nanchen, I am the biggest. Just say a few words to him and just accept it! How unreasonable—— "

"No reason!"

When he repeated the sentence, Zhang Lihua on the edge of the bed frowned slightly: "But Your Majesty, why did you hold Mr. Lu alone that day... Lu Liangsheng didn't let him go, if he just laughed it off, maybe things would not be like this .”

Over there, the emperor was stunned for a moment, and turned his face to one side. There were some embarrassing cloths that couldn't be torn off in front of the woman he loved.

Immediately, he waved his hand.

"My concubine, this kind of thing...you don't understand, but you don't have to worry about these things. It was because Fa Zhang was not in the palace that day that he succeeded. Come here, I don’t believe that Wang Shuhua really has a ghost to haunt him, if Lu Liangsheng really dares to come, he will also take care of him!”

There is only a sense of heroism in the words.

Soon, I fell asleep again with this kind of comfort, and the sky above the huge city gradually turned white, and the golden morning sun quickly pushed away the edge of darkness, immersing the streets and alleys in light.

The bustling street gradually became noisy with people, and the young man carrying a shoulder pole started a day's burden. He smelled the untied steamer on the street, bought one or two sweet soft cakes, walked to the street and sat down, behind his back In the tea shop, the clerk yawned and took off the door panel. When he saw the old customers coming, he smiled and greeted him loudly.

There are always people in the city who have nothing to do. They like to sit in teahouses and listen to storytelling about the strange stories of the three mountains and five mountains. The small teahouses are full of people.

Listening to the long table covered with blue cloth, Mr. Shu talked eloquently, while chatting with acquaintances about recent experiences.

An old scholar, about forty years old, blew off the tea foam, sipped it in one sip, and sighed contentedly.

"It's a pity that Duke Shuhua can't drink this steaming hot tea." "Oh, yes, Duke Shuhua died for a foolish king, it's not worth it."

Hearing the conversation between the two, the man carrying the teapot leaned over and let out a 'shh'.

"Don't talk nonsense."

The two were stunned for a moment, and then thanked the guy. At this time, one person at the next table put down his teacup and couldn't help but interject.

"Brothers, this is wrong. Mr. Shuhua is worth it. Who has the opportunity to spit on His Majesty's face?"

As soon as this person finished speaking, all the tea guests around looked this way. Most people knew about Duke Shu Hua's reputation. There were also many people in the execution ground that day, and they immediately started talking .

"I was there at the time. When Sebu was taken out, the old man shouted 'how can Confucians of my generation be afraid of death'? Even now, I feel blood spurting. This is a great Confucian who cares about the country and the people!!"

"Yeah, it's a pity for the old man, the emperor is really willing to kill him!" "...I don't know where it is buried, so let me wait to pay homage to it anyway, alas."

"That's right, I heard that Duke Shu Hua still has another student, that is, the tribute who smashed the Golden Luan Hall angrily. I don't know where he is now?"

"He must have died in Beizhou, otherwise he would have been caught by His Majesty long ago." "That's not necessarily the case. The scholar knows magic, and anyone in the palace can come and go whenever he wants, and he must have strong magic power."

These words attracted the voices of all the tea guests around.

Otherwise, the arrest notice is still posted up to now?

At this time, someone also said: "I have a bold guess, everyone, do you think the students of Lord Shuhua will vote for the Northern Zhou Dynasty, maybe they heard that their teacher died, and implore the Northern Zhou Dynasty to send troops to attack our Chen Dynasty?"