[Comprehensive] Cannon fodder, do you want to counterattack?

At the end of the Sui Dynasty, because Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty was immoral, extravagant, promiscuous, and aggressive, he recruited civilians to build palaces and canals for him to play and enjoy. ?

Li Yuan, who stayed behind in Taiyuan and Tang Guogong, also took advantage of the situation and launched the Jinyang Mutiny. He proclaimed himself emperor in Chang'an, named the country Tang, and changed Yuan Wude.In a few years, Li Tang successively defeated Xue Ju, Li Gui, Liu Wuzhou, Song Jingang, Dou Jiande, Wang Shichong, Fu Gong Er and other forces, and unified the world.

Compared with the people in other places, Chang'an people are undoubtedly lucky. Because of Li Tang's power, although Chang'an people are also unavoidable for military service, the flames of war have never spread to Chang'an. So peaceful and happy.

In the sixth year of Wude, outside the city of Chang'an, the spring was just right. Although he was in the bright sunshine and the fragrance of birds and flowers, Lin Ruo felt a chill through his bones. His face was pale and his posture was stiff, sitting cross-legged on the futon. He was drinking, but the hand holding the thin porcelain cup was splashed with wine, which showed that he was not in a calm mood.

"What? Why doesn't the talented Lin speak anymore?" The young man in white on the opposite side has a beautiful appearance, a crisp voice, and a bright tone, but the words he said are not very pleasant: "If you think what I said is unreasonable, you can give me advice. If you think what I said Why don't you just admit defeat? What is the reason for being so coy and silent? If Mr. Lin can't afford to lose, you might as well say it bluntly.

He hooked his lips into a smile, showing contempt: "...I don't have to, anyway, it's nothing special...isn't it?"

Lin Ruo pursed her lips, her gaze was a little dazed, although most of the scholars around were watching, but there were also "whispers" that deliberately did not lower their voices: "It turns out that the so-called talent is nothing more than that, it is hard to live up to the reputation! "

"Hey, the word "talent" is probably self-proclaimed, right? Tsk tsk, what a loss! I usually look innocent, and I thought it was amazing, but it turned out to be a good skin!"

"He's about to admit defeat without hesitation. I still look up to him. He's a man anyway. What kind of a jerk is this?"

"If he really admits defeat, there will be no place for him to stand between us. How can he be willing to admit defeat?"

"Ha, it seems that if you don't admit defeat, you have the face to intersect with us..."

"Brother Lin, you... just admit defeat!"

In front of him was the aggressive young man, beside him were the sneering words of the crowd, and behind him was the hesitant gaze of his friends... It was obviously the occasion he was most familiar with, but now it was strange and frightening.

admit defeat?

No, no, he can't throw in the towel!He doesn't give up!

After admitting defeat, what is left of his life?In the past 16 years, the focus of his life has been playing the piano, writing poems, and reading... Without these, is he still Lin Ruo?How can he survive?

But if you don't admit defeat, so what?

He raised his head, and contemptuous gazes fell on him, like sharp knives piercing his body, he looked around blankly, wishing he could shrink into a ball, wish he could cover his face and run wildly, wish he had never appeared in this world...

Not far from them, a young man in a Hu suit was sitting with a big horse and a golden knife, his posture was casual but not rough, he was casually playing with a wine glass in his hand, the wine in the glass was already empty, and he didn't bother to refill it , just watching the farce here with interest.

16 years old, what a great age, what did I do when I was 16 years old?Married a wife, fought a war... He himself is only a young man in his 20s, but compared with these young men who are fighting with each other, he suddenly feels that he has gone through a lot of vicissitudes.

But that eloquent girl is quite interesting...

Suddenly his eyes fixed, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he suddenly felt that the young man who was still ashamed and indignant just now suddenly seemed to be a different person, although he was still motionless, it made people feel that he was relaxed, even the sitting posture become pleasing to the eye.

Then he saw the young man sighed, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, then shook his head and laughed: "I can't say no to you."

There was obvious unwillingness in the young man's tone, but the way he smiled lightly made the people who disliked him the most feel that he couldn't afford to lose, and the young man's voice was so beautiful, pure and timeless, and the ups and downs There seemed to be a lingering sound, and people couldn't help but want to hear him continue talking, keep talking.

Lin Ruo put the wine glass on the table, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and asked casually, "Brother Yun is from a businessman?"

The "young man" surnamed Yun sneered and said, "Why, can't I argue, so I started to pick and choose my background? What about merchants? Aren't you a talented Lin who is not as good as merchants? What's more, what about merchants, if in this world... ..."

"Brother Yun misunderstood." Lin Ruo interrupted him with a calm tone: "I just think that only businessmen can teach talents like Brother Yun."

The young man surnamed Yun was furious: "What do you mean? I am not as talented as me. Do I have to rely on verbal abuse to save face?"

Lin Ruo shook her head and smiled, "I can't argue with you, but if I say I'm not as talented as you, I won't admit it."

He raised his hand to interrupt the young man with the surname Yun who was about to speak, and said, "Actually, I think not only me, but most of the scholars in the world can't argue with you."

Lin Ruo glanced at the group of scholars around him, and said, "I don't despise you, but I and the scholars debate the scriptures for the sake of the truth in our hearts. Every word we say is approved by us and feels correct. You will speak out to persuade others. But Brother Yun seems to be different. I have had a debate with you, but until now, I still don’t understand what you believe in. You seem to believe in everything, or you don’t believe in anything. , but whether you believe it or not, as long as it is useful at this moment and can be used to refute me, you will use it..."

He looked at the young man surnamed Yun, his eyes were as clear as water: "Brother Yun, what did I say? Or can you tell me that you sincerely approve of everything you said just now?"

The boy surnamed Yun was speechless: "I..."

Her eloquence was cultivated in the debate competitions of later generations. In debate competitions, if you are asked to be the affirmative, you will be the affirmative, and if you are asked to be the opposing side, you will be the opposing party. If you can only speak what you agree with, how can you argue?They always get the point of view first, and then search for materials and allusions. Isn’t it just like what Lin Ruo said, which sentence can be used?Isn't that what ancient debates were like?

She didn't dare to bite the bullet and say yes, because she knew clearly that this one was just a word, and Lin Ruo had countless points that could refute her completely.

"This kind of heart is inconclusive, and even the truth is in the style of 'benefit' first. How can a businessman teach it?" Lin Ruo shook his head and said, "I am arguing for the Tao, but you, Brother Yun, are Arguing for the sake of arguing, how can I argue against you? This time, I really deserved to lose."

The young man surnamed Yun bit his lip and said, "Forget it, let's treat this match as a draw!"

Lin Ruo shrugged and said: "If you lose, you lose. What kind of draw is there? And after this incident, I also feel that debating the scriptures is quite boring. Others can refute you with words that they don't believe. It can be seen that even if you win the debate, you can't win." But it’s all about proving that you are eloquent. Does it really mean that you are right? If you have time to debate with others, it’s better to find a few like-minded people to discuss together.”

He smiled slightly, filled himself with a glass of fine wine, bowed his hands slightly to the people around him, and said loudly: "I would like to admit defeat in the bet, as evidenced by you, I, Lin Ruo, will not argue with others in the future." He raised his head and drank it all .

A boy behind him smiled and said: "Brother Lin, you know, I never debate with you, I only discuss with you."

Lin Ruo laughed, and said, "It's the extreme, it's the extreme."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Although the young man admitted defeat, they couldn't find the slightest feeling of "losing" in him, and even they themselves didn't feel that the young man was inferior in the slightest.

Lin Ruo turned to the young man surnamed Yun again, smiled slightly, and said, "Although I am not convinced that I lost in the debate, but when it comes to poetry, I am convinced that I lost. If I can see such a good sentence, it will be a lifetime." If you don’t write poetry, what is there to regret?”

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall is sad and white..." Lin Ruo recited a few lines, admiring as if he couldn't finish it, and said: "Brother Yun is a little boy It is really admirable to be able to write such majestic, wild and heroic poems at such a young age. But who are Mr. Cen and Dan Qiusheng? This poem will be passed down through the ages, and it is a blessing that their names will also be passed down through the ages."

The young man surnamed Yun stammered, "It's... two friends."

Fortunately, Lin Ruo didn't ask, but got up and walked to the lake, sat down on the spot after cleaning his hands, beckoned the book boy to bring his qin over, put it on his lap, and said: "Your qin music is indeed something I have never heard before. I played a good song, so I also lost this game, but can I wait until I finish playing this song before admitting defeat?"

The young man surnamed Yun was speechless. She originally came here with a mountainous aura, but at some point, she suddenly felt that she didn't seem to be so righteous.

She didn't answer, Lin Ruo just accepted her answer, raised her hand and flicked, the sound of the piano sounded suddenly, a majestic and magnificent picture scroll unfolded in people's minds without warning: the turbulent Yellow River descended from the sky, rushing down thousands of miles, mighty and mighty Rush into the sea, the sea and the sky are boundless...

The sound of the piano changed from fierce and turbulent to magnificent and boundless, and then fell back down after rolling back and forth, as if a person was speechless in front of the mirror, uttering nothing in front of the passing time, life is so small and fragile, and the heart is full of powerlessness...

I don't know how long it took, people recovered from the turmoil, but saw that the young man had stood up at some point, looked down at Yaoqin in his arms, and stretched out his hand to gently caress.The young man's fair and slender fingers lingered on the dark-colored piano, full of reluctance, and suddenly there was a bad feeling in everyone's heart. The girl surnamed Yun reacted the fastest, and exclaimed: "No!"

As soon as the words came out, the young man raised his wrist, and the Yaoqin, which had just played the sounds of nature, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and fell into the water with a plop...

Everyone's eyes fell on the ups and downs of the Yaoqin in the water, but their hearts sank to the bottom of the water—they just heard the most beautiful piano sound in the world, but in an instant, it became a utter silence...

From then on, in this world, what tunes can be heard?

The young man who threw the Yaoqin didn't see any sadness on his face, instead he laughed, flicked his sleeves, shook off the dust, and said with a long laugh: "Today I can see good poems and songs, I'm having a good time!"

Then he turned around and walked away.

The wind blows, the young man's wide sleeves are rolled up and down, and his waist-length hair is also blown in the wind. He walks leisurely and leisurely, as if carrying some kind of strange and beautiful rhythm. A beautiful scroll.

It wasn't until the young man got on his horse and left that everyone came back to their senses suddenly, and their unkind eyes fell on the young man surnamed Yun.

"Yun!" The young man standing behind Lin Ruo just now shouted with red eyes: "Ah Ruo no longer plays the piano, are you satisfied now? If you beat him with real skills, that's fine, but you Relying on a poem, a piece of music he found somewhere, and sophistry, not to mention opportunism, it is too much to force him not to play the piano or write poems in the future! The surname Yun, ask yourself, you Really surpassed him in poetry, calligraphy and piano?"

"That's right! I'm waiting for scholars to compete with each other for the purpose of gaining benefits, but you use tricks to cut off people's futures. What kind of scholar are you? Tell me, what are your intentions!"

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