Great Sui Guoshi

On the other hand, the livelihood of tens of millions of people in Heliangzhou is trapped in the mouth of a king, how can our generation of scholars remain indifferent?Above the court, there is a miasma of smoke, full of flattery and flattery, if our generation of literati remain indifferent, it will be a sign of the collapse of the country. "

After listening patiently, Sun Yingxian couldn't help but punched the wall.

"Death is death, anyway, the north is not China, wouldn't it be better to unite!"

Hearing his words, Wang Shuhua laughed.

"I was born in Nanchen and grew up in Nanchen. I have spread knowledge here for decades... I watched the lives of thousands of people, watched the buildings rise from the ground, and watched cities from barren to prosperous. , is emotional."

Zuo Zhengyang at the door was slightly moved. As a warrior, his emotions are not delicate, and he has never thought about it so much, but hearing these words, his heart is also unspeakably complicated.

"So the old man won't leave like this?" Sun Yingxian changed the name of a person for the first time.

In the light and dust, the old man sighed with some emotion.

"So I'm not leaving... The old man has lived to this age and has seen a lot. He is full of words from sages and sages, but he can't talk about them. Wouldn't he become a sour scholar? You are right, Taoist leader.

... When it's time to die, my generation of scholars can't retreat. Once they retreat, the backbone of scholars will be gone. So, this old man went to the golden palace to speak for thousands of lives and fight for the injustice of my disciple's life !Also set an example for successors. "

The old man's words fell forcefully.

The cell fell silent, and even the shouting and shouting nearby gradually quieted down. Sun Yingxian couldn't stand the depression, so he grabbed the old man's arm and walked towards the wall.

"In this way, I will take you away even more."

When Zuo Zhengyang yelled: "No!", Wang Shuhua also broke away from the Taoist's hand, and then shook it again, with peaceful eyes.

"The old man is not afraid of death, and he will die in a suitable place, but I am still worried about Liang Sheng, fearing that he will be devastated after this blow. Xiao Daoist, I have something to ask you."

After saying that, Wang Shuhua hissed in the eyes of the two, tore off a section of the cuff of the prison clothes, spread it on the ground, bit his fingers and wrote.

The Taoist leaned over, took a look, and then closed his eyes.

Yin Hong spread blood on the prison cloth.

Good life:

Hope for the teacher...

The sun slanted in the prison, and not long after, the bright red handwriting was folded, and the old man entrusted his hands to the Taoist over there.

For the rest of the time, Wang Shuhua talked a lot with the Taoist and Zuo Zhengyang, and even laughed out loud when he talked about what happened when he went to the Golden Palace to meet the emperor.

"...Your Majesty is stubborn, the old man spit on his face, hahaha!!"

The sky gradually turned red. Sun Yingxian walked out of the cell and stayed in the city for several days. He saw Min Changwen being thrown out several times by the emperor. On the day of execution, he also saw the old man with white beard and hair standing upright on the execution ground.

"How can we Confucians be afraid of death—"

The moment Seb was removed from his mouth, his voice resounded above the execution ground.

******

After reading the whole process, Sun Yingxian carried the letter and headed towards the northwest of the capital. Since there was no one at home, Lu Liangsheng must have gone to He Liangzhou.

"Oh... how should I talk about this?"

Occasionally, when taking a break, Sun Yingxian would always think of the scene that day, and always wonder in his heart, how could there be such a person in this world... This is a person, or a group of people, who are even more different from monks.

"I hope Lao Lu will not learn from Uncle Hua in the future!"

"My Buddha... is merciful!"

Just as he was muttering, a Buddha's name came from a distance, the Taoist turned his face to look, and a fat monk came from a distance, accompanied by several children.

"Monk Fajing, you haven't returned to the temple yet?"

After the incident in the capital, he resumed his hippie smile and stepped forward to pat the fat monk's stomach.

"There's nothing to eat over there, and I don't see you hungry and thin."

At this time, Sun Yingxian also noticed that among the children following the monk, there was a child with brown and blue pupils, just like Lu Liangsheng, so he couldn't help paying attention.

"Natural spiritual root?"

"The child's family suffered from bandits and died, but he was unwilling to accept the government's resettlement, and the poor monk had to take him back to the Buddhist monastery."

Fajing uttered the Buddha's name, and stretched out his hand to caress the child's head. The latter avoided his head and stepped aside, with a cold face.

"I don't want the people from Nanchen to settle me, they are the ones who killed my parents!"

As he spoke, he gave Fa Jing a hard look.

"Not a monk!"

Sun Yingxian laughed, looked away, and slapped Fajing's stomach again: "This kid is so extreme, he didn't understand the matter, so he said that the government killed his parents."

Over there, the fat monk also shook his head.

"I hope... the Dharma... can resolve... his hostility. By the way, the poor monk... came here to find you, Daoyou Sun, He Liang... when the poor monk met... I met Lu... Fellow Daoist, he asked the poor monk... to tell you that he went to... Bei Zhou."

Northern Zhou?

so far! ! !

The Taoist stopped chattering with the fat monk, and hastily cupped his hands, put on the magic amulet, rolled up a cloud of dust, ran away in a flash, and disappeared in front of him in a blink of an eye, a group of startled children yelled 'wow'.

Fajing bowed to the Buddha, shook his head, turned around and led a group of children to turn to the north, and they also had to cross the river to the place that was once called Beiqi.

As the sky turned and the clouds traveled northward, Lu Liangsheng had already entered Chaoning Prefecture with his old donkey.

1 Thirty Chapters Qishan Cave Mansion

"...Tangxin sweet buns, sticky almond cake, why don't you come and have a taste?!"

"Cooking cakes, big and round cooking cakes!"

"Candied haws..."

"Chamfer, a beautiful lace chamber pot, you can plant flowers and plants even if you don't need it, it's extra chic!"

.....

It’s early summer, after the last rain in the late spring, the guy carrying the teapot goes between the guests, the open window looks at the bustling street, the bustling pedestrians walk on the wet ground, and occasionally there are people who have been busy all morning , stopped to look at the steaming steamer, bought a piece of fragrant almond cake for two or three pennies, wrapped it in oilcloth paper, and shared it with the family.

The children holding the windmill chased and played, and ran under a banner with the four characters of "Calligraphy and Painting Changdao".

"Hee hee, how about playing with the windmill?"

"If you don't give it, you won't give it!!"

He bumped into the crowd, stuck out his tongue laughingly, and ran elsewhere.

On the bustling Long Street, this stall has already surrounded many literati and elegant guests. Looking at a painting of beauties hanging in the most prominent place, they are full of admiration, and some point and comment on the handwriting and picture scrolls on the surrounding hangers. .

"Molong Gojuan, Tieshu Lihua... This word is written in seconds."

"The painting is simply beautiful. When did Ning'an City have such a scholar?"

"It's a pity to set up a stall to sell calligraphy and paintings."

A person near the booth folded a paper fan, and arched his hands towards the scholar who was scribbling pen and ink at the long table opposite. The other party was also a scholar. It seemed that he sold calligraphy and painting for a living, but he would not show a domineering attitude.

"Brother, is the painting I want finished?"

Behind the long table, the brush and ink in the scholar's hand just stopped. On the scroll is a green ink landscape, mountains and forests, on the river, a lone boat sails away to meet the rising sun. If you look carefully, the boatman on the boat is holding poles, and the face is still comfortable The color of the sky, the distant mountains and forests, you can see monkey shadows climbing.

"Miaomiaomiao..."

The man looked down carefully and blew on the wet ink.

Lu Liangsheng wiped his hands with a smile, and put the brush to the side of the sink to wash: "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied! Satisfied!"

The scholar carefully rolled up the scroll, quickly took out the money bag, counted a hundred and twenty coins, and put it on the table.

"Brother, put the money here, I'll frame it first!"

"Twenty Wen more."

Lu Liangsheng took exactly twenty copper coins and handed them back to the scholar. Seeing the other person's surprise, he smiled.

"Whatever the price said before is the price, and the excess will not be charged."

After coming from Shunyuan County, Lu Liangsheng still felt that it would be better if there were less incidents. Now that he has arrived in Chaoning Prefecture, it is not too far from Qishan Mountain.

After collecting today's [-] essays, I bowed my hands to the literati and elegant guests who were watching: "I won't paint today, so let's say goodbye."

After saying this, he ignored the customers who wanted to buy calligraphy and paintings, disassembled the poles, tables, chairs, and hanging racks, put them behind the donkey cart, and then led the old donkey to leave the street and went to the streets with few people. There was no one around, and the donkey carts, tables and chairs turned into stars and dissipated.

"Master, what do you want to eat later?"

After tidying up again, Lu Liangsheng took the rein and led the old donkey out again, looking back at the small compartment of the bookshelf.

"Steamed carp, or braised donkey meat?"

Ahhhhh!

The old donkey's eyes widened and he hummed a long sound in panic, which made passers-by around curiously think that it was a crazy scholar talking to the donkey.

In the cubicle, Taoist Toad put away the small map, rolled it up and put it back on his back, took a booklet again, flipped through it, and scribbled on the lines with his round-headed little web, pondering for a moment.

"I just ate it yesterday, today I want to change the taste and buy some goose meat."

"it is good."

While walking, he replied, turning around this intersection, there are many food sellers on the side of the road, Lu Liangsheng went to buy two geese, killed them and roasted them now, asked the vendor to wrap them in lotus leaves, and tied a rope Hold it in your hand.

"It's time to go to Qishan."

The surrounding area is still bustling and noisy, filled with the sounds of selling and bargaining.

"The six texts that were agreed upon, why did they change their minds?"

"Over there, if you don't buy it, don't put your hands on it!"

"Look at it, look at it, good fabric."

The scholar in green gauze robes led an old donkey to squeeze through the crowds, passing through the market.

.......

After leaving Ning'an City, she followed the direction of Qishan Mountain that she had inquired about in the city, and walked on the mountain road. Nie Honglian put on her painted leather and walked briskly in front, occasionally jumping happily.

Under the bookshelf where the donkey's buttocks are placed, the compartment is open, Taoist Toad stretched out his two short legs, hanging outside, leaning on a stack of books behind him, hugging a goose wing, looking at the outside of the forest with a lot of enjoyment. mountain view.

"It's really familiar..."

With eyes full of undulating mountains, he couldn't help sighing, then lowered his head and continued to gnaw his wings.

The scholar who was walking slowly in front of the donkey's head looked back and didn't say anything. He was almost at the Qishan Mountain that the master said, but the closer he got, the more careful he was. I don't even know.

Soon, I left the boundary of Chaoning Prefecture to the west, and walked for another day. The surrounding mountains became steeper and the green at the foot of the mountains became less and less green. I was used to the mountains and rivers in the south, and when I saw the land in the northwest of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, I couldn't help but feel desolate.

"Master, this should be within the range of Mount Qi, right? Why is your cave in such a desolate corner?"

Lu Liangsheng led the old donkey up the ridge, and the stretch of brown and yellow was in front of him, like a brown and yellow earth dragon stretching to the end of the world, and the occasional mountain front appeared, but it looked like a big grave from a distance.

"You old man really didn't remember the wrong location?"

Taoist Toad jumped off the bookshelf, stepped on his frog webbed with his hands behind his back, and walked to the front of his apprentice. He stood under a small tree, his toad eyes sternly scanning the surroundings.

"As a teacher, how can you forget where your cave is?"

Hong Lian floated over, sat on a nearby branch, covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Then how did we arrive at Shunyuan, and we carried such a long way?"

"..."

Toad glanced at her, snorted, turned around with his hands behind his back and left... As long as the old man returns to the cave and restores his cultivation, how dare you, a little female ghost, be so presumptuous!

Crawling back into the small cubicle, waving the webbing: "It's not here, let's go ahead and have a look."

The area of ​​Qishan is very large, so it's normal not to find it for a while. Lu Liangsheng would not complain. After resting for a while, he put the second "Mountain and Sea Picture Records" back on the shelf and continued on his way. Too much entanglement, anyway, if there is a destiny, we still meet, and it is not beautiful to force.

In the afternoon, the sky slanted towards the top of the mountain, and looking around, the rolling ridges around were covered with a layer of clouds.

"If the mountain was higher and greener, it would really look like Qixia Mountain."

When Lu Liangsheng looked at this piece of residual red and murmured, Taoist Toad, who was standing on the donkey's head with a web resting on his forehead and looking out, was stunned for a moment, his frog mouth opened, and he laughed loudly.

"I saw it! I saw it!"

Lu Liangsheng pointed along the direction of the round webbed head. In the middle of the intersection and merger of the two 'earth dragons', there is a single peak, which looks like a withered tree standing on the brown-yellow hillside from a distance.