Ning Gu

Chiri, the country is beautiful, Xie Wuling is sitting by the mountain stream in Fatan Guest House.

Near summer, even though there are gurgling mountain streams and green trees, there are always some hot summer days.

He wore a grass-colored blouse, and the blue ribbon that he used to love this summer, and replaced it with a more plain ribbon.

Lying lazily by the stream, I don't even have the idea of ​​making tea.Sleepy in spring and tired in summer, these words should never be used on him.For this year alone, for some reason, he always felt that the days were long and boring.

Those geisha ladies said it like three autumns ago, and he has only understood it now.

The dappled light and shadow passing through the branches hit the stream and hit him as well.He rested his head on his elbows, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, a banana leaf he found somewhere, was held in his hand and gently fanned.

When Yong Guogong Zhao Xiu came, this scene was in his eyes, and his eyes darkened a little.

He was led by a novice monk to listen to scriptures in this courtyard. He thought it was Wang Shuo who was waiting for him by making tea, but he didn't expect that it was the boy he met yesterday.

"Brother, someone is here." The novice said to the human who was taking a nap by the mountain stream.

"En." Xie Wuling lazily responded.He just thought a lot about how he spent his time in Zhaoxing in the past few years, nothing more than playing chess with his senior brother, learning piano with Master Miaofa, and writing Fu with his master.

But thinking about these things now, I feel a lot of boring.It's not as good as drinking with that person under the peach tree.

"Go and do other things first, you've worked hard." Xie Wuling opened his eyes, but didn't take a second glance at the person who came, he just put the gently shaking banana leaf on the pebbles by the stream, got up and walked to the front of the house .

Zhao Xiu saw it clearly, but there were thousands of suspicions in his heart.The person in front of him has not shaved his black hair, so he can be regarded as a cultivator with hair. He seldom even does the Buddhist ritual of joining hands and lightly prostrating, so he must be a Buddhist disciple.However, Zhao Xingli's personal titles for him: "Senior Brother", "Junior Brother", "Master"... Anyone who hears it will be confused.

Xie Wuling got up, his robe was quite wet from the mountain stream.

He took a few steps, brought out a cup of herbal tea, put it on the stone table in front of Zhao Xiu, and said casually: "Here, sit down. The tea has been cold for a long time."

After speaking, he took a cup and drank it himself, regardless of the burning eyes that Zhao Xiu cast.

Last night, when the novice monk came to pass on the words of the abbot, Xie Wuling knew that it was useless to talk too much, his master had always been like this, no matter whether he should or should not, he just stuffed it into his arms, like those Buddhist scriptures, he was caught by this person Forced to memorize more than those monks.

It's not like he didn't resist. One day he was anxious and wanted to leave the temple, but he came back disgraced and hungry a few days later. After that, he knew that what should be done should be done, and what should be done should be given.

But this was something he was unwilling to do, and naturally he couldn't give the person in front of him any good looks.Thinking about it, if this person is not a prince like Zhao Congshan, perhaps this cup of herbal tea would not even be available.

"Dare to ask little master, this... Huixuan..."

"Little master, I dare not take the title." Xie Wuling didn't wait for the man to sit down, he sat down with his robes lifted, and reported his family background, "Zhaoxing Xie Pingzhi."

Zhao Xiu had heard of this name, not many times, but more or less heard it mentioned by a few counselors in the grandfather's family at some small gatherings.

Zhao Xiu couldn't help squinting, and condescendingly sized up the person sitting across from him.

There is still a bit of childishness in his appearance, and even from the moment he entered the hospital to now, he has a bit of plain rudeness.It is exactly the same as his uninhibited criticism of Fu, but his age and his writing ability are quite different.

What's more, this person has always signed his name as "Zhao Xing Xie Pingzhi". Those mediocre and elegant people also said that he used the temple as his hometown, which is an uninhibited temperament, and they praised him a little.

When he was just admitted to the hospital, Zhao Xiu saw the man lying by the stream, looking like a hermit, and his heart was shaken.I thought it might be this Xie Pingzhi that Zhao Zuo came to find; but now it seems that this person is just a countryman, and his behavior is more than rustic, rude and negligent. It must also become the lower bone of the Chongque step.So it was Wang Shuo who Zhao Zuo came to find here. He strengthened his mind and raised his eyes to this person.

Zhao Xiu held his hands behind his back but didn't sit down. He also felt a little contemptuous in his heart, but the appearance of the person in front of him was something he had never experienced in those vulgar fans in Fufeng. Those peach blossom eyes should be gorgeous, but With a bit of laziness, but a little bit more charming, he felt a sudden turmoil in his heart.

It would not be a loss if Wang Shuo and this man could be brought back to Fufeng. Wouldn't it be great if they could make money and comfort the king?

The waves in Zhao Xiu's heart were turbulent, when they came to Xie Wuling's place, they were like a mountain breeze, passing by Xie Wuling's ears, not even the slightest ripple appeared.

"It's Xiu's abruptness." Zhao Xiu then sat down.

When Xie Wuling heard the word "abrupt", he raised his eyebrows and treated each other coldly.It's just that among the words he considers to be barren, he knows that most of these words are followed by the word "beauty".

Xie Wuling has traveled through so many mountains and rivers, and heard countless people praise him for being handsome and good-looking, he can accept them all with a smile, but the word "beautiful woman" alone, he thinks it is a blessing to suffer, so he doesn't like others He compares himself to a beautiful woman.

The tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes was praised by Miaofa, but he didn't like it.He has an upright heart, and he is unwilling to be more beautiful than a woman.

Seeing that Xie Wuling hadn't spoken, Zhao Xiu said again: "This abbot...has allowed me to discuss the Dao and the scriptures with Master Huixuan yesterday."

"Oh." Xie Wuling responded to this person casually, and looked at Zhao Xiu with a bit of coldness in his eyes. Even in summer, it also made Zhao Xiu's back feel a bit chilly, "Senior brother wants me to accompany him for him." I wonder if you can listen to me after you have talked about it?"

"Oh?" Zhao Xiu tilted his head, his eyebrows were frivolous, and he laughed mockingly, "I don't know what advice Xie Yun has?"

"I can't talk about advice, Pingzhi is just a bird, that's all for passing on a message." Xie Wuling responded to his words, and without changing his face, he made up something in his heart for a long time, and said, "I don't know if the Duke knows a tree, a famous work'樗'?"

"Standing up the paint, the craftsman doesn't care about it." Zhao Xiu was taught by the best Taifu in Chongque since he was a child. Because his mother's family was powerful and he was favored by the Holy Master, he was often examined by the Holy Master. These classics were taught by him when he was young. Fearing that the queen mother would be angry and sad, she read it even more familiarly, so she looked complacent, and she didn't even wrinkle her brows.

"Exactly." Xie Wuling continued calmly, "Its trunk has too many potholes, it cannot meet the requirements of craftsmen to take straight poles, and its branches are curved, so it is not suitable as a material for rulers. Standing on the road, No craftsman will pick it up."

Zhao Xiu spent all his time looking at the person sitting opposite him, hoping to hear what he could tell him.

But Xie Wuling was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "Senior brother Huixuan asked me to bring you this word."

He is like Chi, after taking refuge, he is useless to pursue, independent of the world, and it is useless to walk alone.

Xie Wuling thought that everyone in the Tian family could speak more effortlessly than others, so he stopped there.

He had been with his senior brother since he was a child, and he had heard his senior brother mention it to him.

Huixuan was originally the eldest son of the royal family of the Fufeng family, named Wang Shuo, a young man who became talented at a young age, well-clothed and well-fed, but before he became an official, he chose to be a disciple of the monk Zhaoxing.Not for other reasons, but because his situation there was not as stable as Huixuan. He willingly entered Zhaoxing, hung pots to help the world with his master, and traveled all over the great rivers and mountains. He didn't want to return to his hometown and be a bird in a cage. .

This is also one of the reasons why Xie Wuling accepted his master.

Now Huixuan has achieved himself and found the life he wanted most. He lives in the pure and empty, and appreciates the world of mortals. Not only him, but the abbot, who has watched him grow up, can't bear to disturb him.

"Thinking about this sutra today, the Duke should be able to appreciate it." Xie Wuling got up and added: "I don't know what the Duke is looking for, but that person is definitely not Senior Brother Huixuan."

Xie Wuling said with certainty, but he didn't want to push himself into the abyss.

Perhaps since he took over the "Nanhua Jing" from the abbot, his fate has been set, but he himself does not know it.

He left Zhao Xiu in this courtyard, straightened his shirt alone, took off his blue ribbon from his wrist, and took off the plain ribbon.He grabbed a few strands of hair and tied them up with blue ribbons before going to the abbot's courtyard to meet his master.

Yong Guogong, who was wearing a brocade coat in the courtyard of Tuliu, glanced at the back of the departing person, and when the back gradually faded away, the great light in the Duke's eyes did not dissipate.

Perhaps what Zhao Zuo came to Zhaoxing to look for was, as this person said, not Wang Shuo, but...

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About the tree, it is taken from "Zhuangzi". (Also known as "Southern China Classic")

"I have a big tree, people call it a sycamore. Its big roots are swollen but not in the middle of the rope, and its twigs are curled and not in order. The craftsmen don't care if they are painted."