All your life is gentle

In October of the eighth year of Yongqian, Shuzhou sent the original Jinxia Xijing Lantai Division's collection of books to Shunjing, preparing to fill the rebuilt Jixian Pavilion in the palace.The number of classics is huge, and there are many orphans and rare books. The literature and ink in Shu area are prosperous, and scholars strongly demand to keep a supplementary volume.Fu Ao had no choice but to organize a large number of people to copy and reprint it by hand.It just so happened that only the main body of Jixian Pavilion was completed, so we simply set off on the road in batches.The first batch of books was delivered just before the new emperor's first birthday on the throne.

At the same time, a large number of high-quality books printed and published by Fuwentang presented to the imperial court by Yin Fuwen, a wealthy businessman in Shuzhou Bookshop, as well as some rare ancient books that could be called family treasures of Yinfu, including 300 "Zhengya Notes" written by Wu Zongqiao, a famous Confucian of the previous generation.This book was bought by Yin's family from immigrants who lived in Shuzhou by chance. Because the whole book is not abridged, it is secret and dare not publish it.Now that the dynasties have changed, they finally see the light of day again.

Wu Zongqiao was born in the last years of the Xianxi Dynasty, which coincided with the war and the ups and downs. He was only born as a scholar and had no chance to win higher fame.When this person was alive, he was unknown, and after his death, his works appeared one after another.The Jin Xia Dynasty once published twenty volumes of his commentaries on the classics and righteousness, which established Wu's status as a famous Confucian master.Now that this "Zhengya Annotation" is published, it is the complete version without any deletions, and all the disciples of the holy disciples in the world are rejoicing.After reading it, the Imperial Academy members concluded that this book must be written by Wu Zongqiao at the end of his life. Compared with the previous works, the collation and textual research is more detailed and comprehensive.

In December of the eighth year of Yongqian, Wu's "Zhengya Jianzhu" was ordered to be included in the list of official books of the imperial examination, printed and published by the inner government, and it was one of the must-read reference books for Tongsheng scholars to study for the exam.

Zi Shi took Yin Fu Wengong's fake book and said happily: "I know it's best to ask him to do this matter. You don't need to tell me. I have removed all the content in the collection that is after the Wu family. It's really authentic."

Chang Sheng took it and flipped through it: "You should think about this matter if you have a little brain - haven't all the engraved seals of the Inner Palace have been made up for you?"

Zi Shi raised his eyes, looking at him with a half smile but not a smile.

Chang Sheng also realized that he was eating vinegar for no reason, he was a little embarrassed, and re-examined: "Where do you put these heirlooms of the Yin family?"

"Let it go to Jixian Pavilion."

"Don't keep it handy to see more? They are all rare items, and they made it clear that they specially gave them to you..."

Zi Shi said in his heart: I can't say I've seen it before.Go over and raise your head to kiss: "Didn't you give me the whole Jixian Pavilion?"

Changsheng felt relieved, and embraced the situation.After a while, he said, "What do you think I should reward him with?"

"You want me to tell the truth?" Zi Shi hooked his neck and squinted his eyes, "You've given him enough face by wanting the book he presented. Believe it or not, he, Boss Yin, is definitely going to kowtow and burn incense at home right now to thank God." !"

Changsheng weighed these few words in his heart, but he didn't know how to express himself.Sweet and sour like fermented glutinous rice, bubbling out.

"If you want to use this as an example to show your attitude, writing two words, rewarding a plaque, giving an empty title, even a verbal compliment is enough for Fu Wentang to bear. He, Boss Yin, has plenty of money, don't you waste."

Changsheng still didn't know how to express his face, his heart became sweeter, and he let it go, and the bubbles became more joyful.However, he couldn't help but show a calm face: "Well, Zhao Ju didn't give him that 'special man'? I'll give him a 'gong man', it's more beautiful..."

Zi Shi suddenly stood on tiptoe and covered his mouth firmly with his own lips.

Changsheng suddenly realized: he didn't want to hear certain names, and he didn't like to hear such words.I wanted to say something to him, but I didn't have a chance to make room at all——gradually I fell into a deeper and deeper entanglement.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the "Zhengya Notes" written by the previous sages—he polished it inch by inch with wisdom and time, watered it drop by drop with his blood and life, but in the end he could only sign it with someone else's name.The person in his arms is so beautiful and beautiful, and he was so eager to keep it in his own place and not to be exposed to the mundane world.However, when this day really came, seeing him silently disappearing into the sky, and bestowing the brilliance on Mantian Xingyun, the guilt, pain, anxiety, and anxiety in his heart were unbearable.

He knows he doesn't care.But he lost too much, and he could give too little.The infinite confidence and courage inspired by those thrilling, dangerous, cruel, tragic moments of life and death in the past are gradually worn away in the peace, tranquility, sweetness and warmth that finally ushered in.

He thought he could make it up to him, at least, in some ways.Unexpectedly, the more I owed, the more I owed to the point where I was worried day and night that God would collect the debt.

Zi Shi suddenly struggled back.

Changsheng clasped him with both arms, and discussed quietly: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day—is today okay? It's been so cold recently..."

"Do not……"

Changsheng was in a bad mood, and his face sank: "Try saying no again."

That one went up against the wind: "Don't even think about it..."

"Humph."

With a sound of "pass", someone was thrown onto the bed like a sandbag.It happened to be very strong, it was tall and floated past the bedpost, causing the gauze to shake wildly, and it fell into the middle of the quilt and was very elastic and shook three times.Zi Shi was so frightened that his heart flew several feet out of thin air with his body, and then resonated with the bed board, and he couldn't recover for a long time.It wasn't until Changsheng threw himself over like a big sandbag that he realized that he became angry from embarrassment, tearing and gnawing, and resolutely refused.

"Hey-" The clothes were torn.

"Every time...it makes me so...uncomfortable, I'd rather...rather not do it! Let me go! What kind of perverted...double cultivation, I...I, why don't you become a monk!"

The one above held him firmly.The clothes were torn anyway, so he simply stripped them off a few times, his expression was so serious that it was almost fierce, and his tone was slow and unwavering: "What did you just say? Say it again for me."

"I..." Zi Shi was sweating profusely, gasping for breath, met his unusually serious eyes, felt timid, but somehow became more excited.

Chang Sheng clung to the key parts and pressed down, and retorted solemnly: "If you are like this, you will never even think about becoming a monk in eight lifetimes."

Zi Shi let out a "hmm" sounded by him, as if he deeply agreed with this conclusion.Involuntarily closing his eyes and opening his lips slightly, a round pill immediately fell into his stomach without warning.

"You!" He ignored his own attitude and insisted on going his own way. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or wronged, but felt extremely depressed.With no other way to vent, the subconscious struggle became more intense.I don't know if it's because the medicine has taken effect, or if I've restrained myself for too long, but any excited emotions are transformed into real excitement, and my whole body burns quickly.

"Hmm...huh..." Lying under him, she shook her head desperately.

"Zi Shi, I can listen to you in everything, but this matter, you have to listen to me." Chang Sheng stretched out his fingers, and gently wiped away the unknowingly tears from the corners of his eyes.

——The kung fu of backflowing against the current requires the utmost affection and nature.It is good not to be happy, but to be angry.If you don't want to laugh, it's okay to cry.In short, try to mobilize all the strength of body and spirit, and put it into it.As for the control of the proportion and the control of the heat, he can't do it, so he can do it for him.Without hesitation, Changsheng stepped up his movements, while raising his desire to a higher place wave after wave, and at the same time pushing his inner breath deeper.

If Zi Shi opened his eyes at this time and saw his expression, he would definitely sneer: Damn!You super sullen man—the most obscene thing in the world, it made him look divine.

For the matter of double cultivation, the two of them had an awkward fight in bed for more than half a year.If you ask why, it is nothing more than one unwilling, while the other insists.

In terms of theory alone, Zi Shi can be regarded as a half-expert.Before I really came into contact with this field, although I had heard about it, but from the bottom of my heart, he was a modern layman in his previous life, and he is a disciple of the Holy Gate in this life, and his rational concepts are deeply rooted.Subconsciously, I don't agree with such mystical or even magical things, and I've always heard it as fallacies and heresies.

However, after Li Zishi became Li Fang, various personal experiences gave him a very different understanding of the mystery of life.It is a pity that the biggest problem of intellectuals is that self-awareness and critical thinking have almost become intuitive, and they cannot allow themselves to be confused. Even the mystery itself must try to give a mysterious and logical explanation.After some in-depth research on the dual practice of Tantra, he concluded that this practice method requires extremely high wisdom and hard self-cultivation, and it is impossible for ordinary people to achieve it.It’s like being as tireless as Zhao Ju. To put it bluntly, it’s nothing more than hoping to indulge one’s desires and live a long life—how can there be such a good thing in the world?

Zi Shi made a thick and large book of yin and yang double cultivation, and put it aside when the money and goods were settled. He never thought of trying it, because he knew he couldn't do it.He has always classified himself as an ordinary man, with a special liking for worldly pleasures, and he is justified.As long as it is harmless to others and does what it can, there is really no need to wrong yourself.What's more, regardless of Xuanmen and Tantric sects, it is all for the purpose of practicing in this world in exchange for happiness on the other side, which has no attraction for him at all.So when Changsheng started to explain, he was skeptical, thought it was very interesting and curious, and agreed to practice with him half-jokingly and half-acting.When someone formulates a plan that is so strict that it is almost harsh, never compromises, never wavers, and implements it step by step, he is so depressed that he wants to hit his head to death.

After all, in the final analysis, double cultivation is a practical activity with high technical content.Unfortunately, Li Zishi's greatest strength is that he is quick in thinking and careful in action.

Control Desire and Lock Essence - Can't control, can't lock, what else can I do?

His physique is always weak, and he keeps nourishing, so his qi and blood can easily fluctuate.He is also born with an uninhibited temper, and the way of controlling instinctive impulses is totally inconsistent with him.In contrast, not doing it is not too big of a problem. If you don’t give it a good time, or if you have to count the days and give it a good time according to the regulations, you will be really annoyed. Compared with the previous pure pain, it is more difficult.Reluctantly, Changsheng was convinced of this, and even forced him to use various physical, mental, physical, chemical, and obvious methods to move forward unswervingly according to his own schedule.

Zi Shi, together with him, has always been used to this matter.There is no saying that you can’t get it when you want it, discount it when you get it, refuse to get it when you expect it to come in, and never let it out when you wait for it to come out... Acting like a baby, pretending to be pitiful and losing your temper includes bewitching, luring, and expecting the other party to fail. After all the tricks failed, he announced his refusal to cooperate.Changsheng persuaded him to take the second blood lotus elixir, coaxed him from Lidong to Dongzhi, and finally lost his patience completely.Of course Zi Shi understood that he was taking such painstaking efforts for his own benefit, and of course he understood that he was also suffering.Just because I understood it quite well, the process became more and more unbearable, and I couldn't help but resist it deep in my heart.

However, no matter how much they resist, in real hand-to-hand combat, as usual, only begging for mercy is left——

It seems that thousands of little ants are crawling along the meridians, and groups gather in groups to eat in the hive in the middle of the body.

"Longevity... please... ah... please..."

"Don't worry... Let's take a big week today, spread the medicinal properties to all the meridians as much as possible... Then, try to use the medicinal power to open Yuanguan Qihai..."

These two sentences are tantamount to threats, and the body that is getting white hot suddenly cools down.

"How long are you going to...torture me...for?"

"One...at most two hours."

"Humph……"

When Zi Shi was on the verge of losing control again, his knuckles turned white and his lips were bitten with blood, Chang Sheng could not bear to look at him, but put it close to his ear: "Let me tell you, the matter of Chuzhou, I'm afraid... . . . it's over."

Zi Shi's heart trembled, and his soul returned to his place in an instant.

"Hmm... how... how do you say it?"

"From the second half of last year to the beginning of this year, they were very active... There were several repetitions in the middle, and they suddenly disappeared recently..."

In the seventh year of Yongqian, Yu Mang was ordered to supervise the military administration of Chuzhou, and first rectified the internal affairs.The Baisha gang and other remnants of the rebel forces took advantage of the government's lack of time to plan multiple assassinations.After the large-scale bandit suppression in autumn and winter began, many who could not bear it surrendered and surrendered one after another, and the remaining hardcore took advantage of the favorable location to hide in depth.In the spring of the eighth year of Yongqian, Yue Zheng became the Xuanfu of Chuzhou, a large number of officials were exchanged, the local government urged farming to help farmers, and the imperial court officially launched the immigration project, and the whole atmosphere changed.In this case, the assassination has resumed, and the method is more extreme.Some military generals almost lost their temper and resorted to high-pressure methods again.Yue Zheng and Yu Mang tried their best to stabilize the officers and soldiers, launched a policy of attacking the hearts of the people, gradually changed the official image, and successfully reduced the living space of the rebels.

"The leader of the Baisha Gang became Feng Zuoyan two years ago. At the end of last year, Feng Zuoyan was seriously injured. Fu Chuqing took over the power in his hands logically. After several months of tossing around, there was no movement..."

It was a bit too cold, and the inner breath showed signs of stagnation.Chang Sheng stopped talking and freed his mouth for other purposes.

"Hmm..." Zi Shi knew why he didn't say it sooner or later, and if he insisted on saying it at this time, his sinister intentions were self-evident.The blood boiled again almost without a break.

"Huang Yunxiu came back to Beijing again this month...they are so powerful that they even reached into the capital to gather a group of so-called martial arts righteous men to do great things..."

"Do... big things?" His eyes were already burning bright silver, and some thoughts were looming in his mind.

"Hmph... to do something important, of course to assassinate the emperor, and..."

"There's also... Daxia traitor...isn't it?"

Changsheng didn't answer directly, and seemed to smile slightly mockingly: "Guess... who told me the most accurate news?"

Zi Shi asked in a trance amidst the silver-white aurora all over the sky: "Who..."

Changsheng let go of the hand that restrained him, and instead tightened his grip on the back of his waist, and tightened it tightly in front of him.Seeing his neck stretched into a straight silk string in an instant, the moan that was swallowed immediately after he uttered it was like a plectrum that cut off the tune.The strength of the other hand suddenly increased by two points, and the inner breath broke through the door from Yuanguan Qihai, and the moan was finally forced out.

"Hmm! Ah..."

In the endless lingering sound, Changsheng spoke out three words in satisfaction: "Qingpinghou."

The first year of Renhe, spring.

Two days after Qingming, Zi Shi Zi Gui and his brother and sister went to the western suburbs to sweep the graves of Xie Sheng and his wife, accompanied by Chang Sheng and Zhuang Lingchen.Ni Jian led several guards to pretend to be writers.

The tomb of General Weiyuan and his wife is next to Han's Cemetery.Last year's Qingming Festival coincided with the national mourning period, and all private registrations were suspended.This year during the Qingming Festival, the old people in Jinxia gradually lost their doubts, and flocks went to the western suburbs to offer sacrifices.In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, Zi Shi brothers and sisters came here after the official day.

Arrived in the afternoon, burnt incense stalks were inserted in front of the tombstone, and burnt paper ingots were scattered.It seems that many people paid homage to General Weiyuan by the way during the sacrifice.Zigui picked up a bunch of half-withered white rhododendrons on the ground, looked at it for a while, and carefully stood in front of the stele.

Looking at Zi Shi: "Brother." His voice trembled slightly, "I think... Zi Zhou has been here."

"That's right... it's time to come."

Chang Sheng frowned: "Why such a coincidence?"

"It doesn't matter." Zi Shi bent down and looked at the bunch of white rhododendrons carefully, "at least a day or two... this brat, you really can hold your breath." Xiang Changsheng said, "Your apprentice, don't you know how capable you are? In the past two years, I must have improved even more." His tone of voice remained the same, and there was an obvious smile in his eyes.

Changsheng nodded: "Yes." Think about it, add, "Just right." Turn around and explain a few words to Ni Jian.

After the simple sacrificial ceremony was over, they paid homage to Han Shu's tomb again, and the group set off to return.Zigui accompanied his elder brother in the car, and the rest of them rode horses or walked, walking back at a leisurely pace.And Zhuang Lingchen went to the city ahead of time.

Since Qingguangmen entered the city, the sky has been a little dark, but it is not yet time to light up the lights.The days are short in spring, and pedestrians are all rushing home. The shops and vendors on both sides are trying their best to attract business. It is the busiest time of the day in the market.

Zi Shi listened to the commotion of people outside, and pricked up his ears to distinguish all kinds of yelling and selling.Xiang Zigui smiled and said, "Sure enough, the Northwest is rough, and selling goods sounds like playing gongs and singing opera."

Zigui opened the curtains of the car, and opened half of the window sash: "Brother wants to see it, so let's see it."

The window sash was pushed open, and the exposed pane was not a wooden stick but a steel bar, and there was another steel wire mesh covering it. Although it slightly affected the line of sight, arrowheads and ordinary hidden weapons obviously couldn't get in.

Zi Shi flicked his fingernails on the car window, and chanted, "I'm bound in a cocoon—" The crisp metal echo seemed to be the accompaniment.For safety, this carriage was almost transformed into an armored vehicle. Most of the ideas were created by himself, and then it became his own cage

Zigui pursed his lips and smiled helplessly: "Brother..." His face suddenly darkened, "Brother, tell me, they really..."

Zi Shi was still looking out of the window: "Zi Gui, we can only do our best in this matter." After a while, he hummed abruptly, "How can this be so, his fiancée is going to be suspected of fighting with someone, but he is hiding..."

Zigui said angrily, "Brother!" Changing the subject, "Brother Changsheng forbids you to come, why do you have to come? What if..."

Zi Shi turned his head: "Zi Gui, I can't hide from this matter—do my best, at least try my best."

"Dong Dong clang clang" came the sound of gongs and drums.

"Is there really someone singing?"

Zigui leaned against the car window to take a look, and quickly closed the window sash: "We have arrived at the west entrance of Fushi, and there is an opera troupe performing a pailou show." He took down the bow and arrow hanging on the car wall and held it in his hand, and touched his waist Saber.

Fushi Street is the busiest street in the west of Shunjing City. Because it is not far from the Southwest Luohongqiao Wharf, merchants from all over the world gather and distribute their goods here, so it is very lively.There is a large archway at the east and west streets, which are connected with the corners of the roofs of restaurants and businesses on both sides, which is very magnificent.The west entrance of Fushi Street is the only way to enter the city and palace from Qingguang Gate.

The so-called pailou opera refers to some grass-stage miscellaneous opera troupes who run around the rivers and lakes. They are not qualified to be invited into the theater, so they find an archway in the market as the background to set up a stage to perform, which is convenient and magnificent.The onlookers randomly gave a few copper coins, similar to a show.Because of its cheapness, good looks, flexibility and variety, playing Jinxia and Zhongchao began to be popular in the north and south, and gradually became a fashion, and there are often occasions where a few small troupes fight in the arena under an archway.

The west entrance of Fushi City is one of the most likely locations for assassination activities.

Since the second half of last year, the anti-government armed forces centered on the Baisha gang in Chuzhou have restrained a lot on the surface, and reacted ambiguously to the local government's temptation to recruit security. In fact, they are secretly stepping up contact with steadfast martial arts figures, secretly planning to enter Beijing to assassinate the emperor And the major actions of Daxia traitor Li Mian.At the same time, they made a breakthrough in contact with the former Prince Jinxia and the current Marquis of Qingping, Zhao Chang, and managed to instigate a very small number of former members of the Jinxia Lifang Division who surrendered to Ronghua, and obtained internal information from Huarong's senior management.

Therefore, this trip to the Weifu family sacrifice after the Qingming Festival is really the bait given to them by Changsheng.

If only the assassination is required to fail, it is really not difficult.But Changsheng knew Zishi's standard: do the most troublesome things, seek the most beneficial results, try your best, and do your best.I tried my best last time, but I was not dedicated enough, which caused my intestines to regret.This time, after enduring for almost three years, the situation was finally forced to the most favorable situation. Of course, not a single fish could let it slip through the net.

Zigui turned his attention to the car door and was on guard.

Zi Shi lowered his head, listened to the wheels turning, and counted silently in his heart.

Everything is expected, and it has already been deduced countless times. The tension and anxiety of being truly on the scene cannot be eliminated by any simulation.

One, two, three... When he counted to twenty, the car stopped.

"when!"

The sound of short sword clashes was almost drowned in the hustle and bustle of the street.Zi Shi felt that the voice hit his heart directly, his whole body trembled, and he tensed up immediately.The sudden sense of crisis at the foot of the Lema Cliff in the past suddenly reappeared. It seemed that people were pouring out from all directions, and the shadows of swords, lights and swords were transformed into snake demons in the dim street lights, shining with a cold blue light.

After the first sporadic sounds, there was a jingling, fast and dense, and Zi Shi couldn't help but think of the "heaven and earth net" covered with sharp knives.Close your eyes and calm down slowly.

After a quarter of an hour or so, the market suddenly fell silent.The two people in the car knew that the soldiers of the Forbidden Battalion pre-arranged along the way had completed the clearance of martial law, and all pedestrians and residents nearby were driven away.

No one spoke, no one exclaimed, no one shouted.Only the sound of clanging metal and the sound of swishing hidden weapons piercing the air echoed in my ears.Occasionally, it is mixed with dull "pop" and "pop", that is the sound of weapons piercing the flesh, and the sound of a human body falling to the ground.Without opening the car window and door, Zi Shi saw countless shadows jumping and jumping in front of his eyes, causing his temples to throb. Those fragmented and mutilated bodies, those resentful and hating souls... came to him one by one in a line.

Those who followed on this trip were all carefully selected inner court masters, and they were ordered to try their best to keep alive.

As far as possible, it can only be as much as possible.

The sound gradually faded away.

Zi Shi opened his eyes: "Zi Gui, open the door, let's go out."