The spring of the first year of the Northern Tang Dynasty came earlier than in previous years, and the temperature gradually warmed, as if to cater to people's gradually brighter mood.After a light rain, the clouds and mist of Zhongnan Mountain dissipated, revealing its verdant face, and the air became fresh and comfortable.The Xiandu town at the foot of the mountain coincided with the opening of the market, and the flow of people was endless.In the lobby of Jixianju Restaurant, a storyteller stands behind a table and tells a story with emotion.This is a middle-aged scholar, at this time, his face is calm, his head is held high, he does not look at the crowd, but looks at the sky, as if immersed in the artistic conception he described."
I saw that the old Dao wooden sword waved, and the river swooped down, stabbing straight at the Confucian saint to be precise, it was no longer the river water, but by the Taoist ancestor condensed the sword intent, and sacrificed the sword saint to the peerless school, a sword Jiaolong" The scholar's voice fell, and the audience in the audience was like a great enemy, their hearts hung tightly on their throats, and they sweated for the Confucian saint.Daozu made the Sword Saint unlearned, and such a wonderful plot aroused people's appetites, making the restaurant silent.The scholar was not in a hurry or slow, picked up the porcelain bowl, and drank tea to moisten his throat.At this time, the audience was anxious and urged, "Mr.
Cui, what kind of tea to drink at a critical time" The local residents are very familiar with it, and the middle-aged man who tells the story is called Cui Wei, who has been teaching in the town school for many years.For some reason, he suddenly gave up teaching a few years ago and switched to storytelling.Of course, the world doesn't know that this Mr.
Cui, on the surface, is a Confucian student, but his real identity is a secret agent of the Southern Jin Dynasty, more precisely, he is a henchman buried deep in this place by the embroidery workshop, specially designed to monitor the Confucian holy land.Before Ren Zhen entered Zhongnan Academy, he came to Cui Wei and sent him to deliver a letter to Mr.
Yan Yuan.Cui Wei's teacher is none other than the senior storyteller, Li Feng's first deity.Chapter 115 Therefore, Ren Zhen did not doubt his intentions.After the young emperor ascended the throne, Li Fengshou led the whole truth to return to the Northern Tang Dynasty, and Cui Wei's undercover mission was completed, and he no longer had to pretend to be a Confucian student.What's more, today's Confucianism is no longer in the hands of the two sages, and there is no need to be painstakingly monitored.Cui Wei has lived in the town for many years, and has long regarded this place as his hometown, and he is reluctant to leave, so he imitates the teacher's style and changes to storytelling, enjoying himself.Now he has become an out-and-out Tang man.Today's passage is the favorite of the guests, fighting Lujiang Confucianism and Taoism, and martyrdom to return to heaven.At the foot of the Zhongnan Holy Land, it is indeed a wise choice to tell the story of the master who died in the battle of Lujiang and promote the loyalty and arrogance of Confucianism.After every speech, the audience burst into tears, admiring the master's heroic spirit.Dong Zhongshu, although he was ambitious during his lifetime, tried his best to exclude hundreds of schools, and was extremely arrogant and domineering, but in the face of national righteousness, he never was ambiguous, knowing that the old wounds had not healed, he still resolutely went to war and died generously.To a certain extent, in the end, he would rather blow himself up than retreat from life, which is the pinnacle of his brilliant life."
At that critical moment, the master faced the life-killing sword qi that was close in front of him, and there was no fear on his old face, and he regarded death as home."
I saw him clench his fists, take a deep breath, and look up to the sky and laugh.The entire bank of the Lujiang River is echoing with his famous poem Cai Jiu, I will hand over Confucianism to you" Speaking of this, Cui Wei was emotionally agitated and burst into tears.Over the years, he never admired Dong Zhongshu and regarded him as a rampant old thief, until the last battle, he really realized that the original Confucian beliefs and aspirations were so firm that he really did not hesitate to die for martyrdom.Facing difficulties and treating death as home, this is the integrity of Confucianism.The house was full of silence.The guests' hearts were surging, thinking of the tragic scene, and their faces showed respect for Dong Zhongshu.In the private room on the second floor, a middle-aged man sat against the railing, holding a wine cup in his hand, and was squinting at Cui Wei below.This person is wearing a precious white coat, his eyebrows and eyes are open and clean, revealing an inexplicable bearing.On the table in front of him, there were several small dishes, simple and exquisite, all of which were vegetarian dishes.The only meat dish is a pot of meat soup.Over the years, he has always been a vegetarian, lived a simple life, and almost never touched meat, which made his fellow disciples admire.No one knew that when he went out on a solo trip, he had a soft spot for meat soup.It's not that he's obsessed with the taste of meat soup, it's because of his life experience.Ever since he became famous, his teachers have often ordered him to cook the soup himself.It was not a big deal for the disciple to obey his work and serve the teacher, but he knew that the teacher was scheming and never gave orders without intention.He also knows that there is a Confucian saying that a gentleman is far from cooking.The teacher is respected as a Confucian saint, how could he not know this allusion and know that this is the case, he is still respectful every time, boils good meat soup for the teacher, and serves it steamingly, not daring to slack off in the slightest.That's it, but every time someone else was present, the teacher would tell him to give the soup to others to eat together, without exception, but he never let him sit down and eat together.What does this mean is to imply that I don't want to get a piece of the pie from you He has a clever mind, and he has long seen through these details, and still remains gentle and humble, not sad or sad, as if nothing has happened.However, just because you don't have a seizure doesn't mean you don't mind.He has always been obsessed with it, the more he can't get it, the more he wants to get it, the more he wants to eat that cup.This paranoid belief is deeply ingrained in his heart, and when he secretly eats meat soup all these years, he always fantasizes that one day he can sit down in the open, and even eat a pot in front of the teacher.Today, revisiting the old place, he returns to Zhongnan Mountain, where he has lived for many years.He sat here, facing the pot of meat soup, but he felt tasteless, and he did not have the same appetite as he once did.Things are not people, everything has changed.Today's Yan Yuan is no longer a saint or a big man, not so much a passer-by as a lost dog.The teacher has fallen, but Confucianism is still there, but there is still no piece of the pie that belongs to him.It's ironic."
Cai Jiushi, I handed over Confucianism to you" In the lobby downstairs, Cui Wei shouted this sentence loudly, interrupting his restless thoughts.In other words, it added fuel to the fire and aroused the greatest hatred in his heart.All of this is due to the little brother.Yan Yuan frowned, and said to himself: "Dong Zhongshu, you have chosen a good successor."
Hand over Confucianism to him, you think too much, provided that there is still Confucianism" He flipped his right hand, and the wine in the cup overturned, but it did not fall to the ground, and it froze in mid-air.With a slight flick of his left hand, a drop of water ejected from the pool of wine, passed through the space of the restaurant, and flew straight to Cui Wei, who was dancing with his eyebrows.It's crystal clear, so subtle that no one in the field can catch its trajectory.When it flew in front of Cui Wei, it suddenly stopped and didn't move.This is a brazen provocation.After all, Cui Wei is a great cultivator, and he can't see the existence of water droplets at this time.His face froze suddenly, and his voice stopped abruptly, as if he was facing a great enemy staring at this drop of water.Seeing that his expression was different, everyone in the audience was stunned and didn't know why.Cui Wei raised his head and looked upstairs, his gaze opposite Yan Yuan.That day, he went to deliver a letter on behalf of Ren Zhen, and he had seen Yan Yuan once, and when he saw this face and this drop of water again, he realized that a great disaster was coming.During the Battle of Chang'an, Yan Yuan openly assassinated Xinjun and betrayed the Northern Tang Dynasty.How could it be a good thing for him to return to Zhongnan Mountain, which would be a crisis for the current Confucians.Cui Wei stood in place, not choosing to dodge or escape.In the face of the great grandmaster's mortal blow, he didn't see the slightest hope of survival, and even if he parried, it was just a dying struggle.He took a deep breath, arranged his clothes according to Confucian etiquette, and looked solemn and solemn, as if he was waiting for a grand ceremony.At this moment, in the face of the fatal threat, he truly understood Dong Zhongshu's state of mind at that time.He raised his head awe-inspiringly, looked directly at Yan Yuan, and chanted loudly."
Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds.The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. ”: