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Chapter 164: The Spring of Auspicious Charms, the Courage of the Horseman, and the Wind of the Warriors


Although the plan of the year lies in the spring, the spring of the first year of Xiangfu can be cleared, and it is time to end.

The ancient capital of West Chu of Guangling Road, after being trampled by the Xu family iron horse, has been renamed by the Divine Phoenix City as the city full of humiliation, there is a brick mill temple in the deep mountains on the outskirts of the city, the name of the temple originates from a famous Buddhist door edge, to the Spring and Autumn Period of the increasingly fierce zazen matter has lowered the fire, because the presiding officer of the brick grinding temple said that the grinding bricks can not become a mirror, how to become a Buddha in zazen this day dawn, the morning birds chirped, the three walked on the tree-lined path, the old man is very old, white hair and snow eyebrows, took a green bamboo cane to climb the mountain, stepped on the mountain road paved with pebbles of different sizes, Staggering, but not being supported.

The green-shirted Confucian is not young, and his temples are frosty white, but the gas is particularly clean and dusty, and he forgets the vulgar at first sight.

The woman is the youngest, her face is beautiful and stunning, not like a woman in the world, she carries a red sandalwood sword box, and her steps are light.

Probably taking care of the elderly who were too old, the three of them did not say a word when they climbed the mountain, and when they entered the Qingjing ancient temple where there were no pilgrims, there was only the sound of a young monk sweeping the floor with a big broom.

When the sun extinguishes the Buddha, even the two Zen temples have been sealed the mountain gate, the brick temple has been light for 20 years, but it has escaped a catastrophe, and there are still some monks left to continue to hide in the deep mountains to eat fast and chant Buddha, seeing three pilgrims, the little monk hurriedly put the broom under his armpit, put his hands together and saluted, especially after catching a glimpse of the woman in the corner of his eye, his head was hanging more and more, for fear of violating the precepts and far away from bodhichitta.

After returning the salute, the old man took the Confucian scholar and the woman to the five hundred Arhat Hall, not the common gold makeup Arhat in the grand temple, but the colored plastic wooden tire, what is more rare is the five hundred Arhats, each of which is lifelike, or sitting upright or listening or clasping palms, and even there are staring people beating gongs and drums and scratching their ears and cheeks, the fairy Buddha is very few, but the fireworks in the market are not light.

The old man led the two of them to a venerable man, holding a mirror in his left hand, and his right hand actually tore open the vicissitudes of his kind face, revealing a young man's face with clear eyebrows, which was enough to make onlookers dumbfounded.

The old man stood at the foot of this wooden Arhat and said calmly: "The old minister heard that Zeng Xiangqi, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, carried a large jar of wine into the temple alone on a snowy day in the first year of Yonghui, and died of drunkenness here.

I remember that once His Majesty drank too much, missed the hour of the early dynasty, Lao Zeng blew his beard and glared at the eyes and rushed into the palace to scold His Majesty, if it wasn't for the queen's mother to stop, His Majesty was almost going to fight with this old guy, and afterwards His Majesty was still angry, and privately told the old minister that the old guy was the least kind at the celebration banquet the night before, and he didn't drink anyway, so he poured other people's wine, and even he didn't let go, and the result was that he turned his face and didn't recognize people the next day.

Who would have thought that such an old thing, who hated alcohol all his life, would end up dripping himself to death" Zeng Xianglin, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, is naturally not the second-grade minister of Liyang, but the last secretary of the Ministry of Rites in Western Chu, and Qi Yanglong, the great sacrifice wine of the Yin School Palace, is the brother of the same sect, and he is also the teacher of Wang Mingyang, who has been guarding Xiangfan for ten years.

The old man stretched out his hand to touch the slightly cool Arhat pedestal, and said softly: "Presumably the old man came to find Tang Shangshu of the household department, Tang Jiahe was the most knowledgeable among the old ministers, and originally despised Buddhism, a foreign religion, but he actually ran away from the Zen Grinding Brick Temple, as for whether he really devoted himself to the Buddha, or was disheartened, God knows."

Lao Chen and Tang Jiahe have been at odds with each other all their lives, but it is still a dispute between gentlemen, and the party struggle of Da Chu is neither between courtiers fighting for power and power, nor between gentlemen and villains.

However, Tang Jiahe has two sentences that are very insightful, he said that all beings in the world, the place of love, can die, the martial artist dies on the battlefield, the Wenchen dies in the temple, not only men and women are obsessed, since people can only die once in this life, so they always keep it in their hearts and die well.

People are like grass, and they also think about the period of five winds and ten rains, not to mention that people are not plants and trees, but when he Tang Jiahe really wants to die one day, he will die, and he will never want to live.

But as a result, Tang Shangshu, who had lost sixteen games of Cao Touxiu next to us on the chessboard, also repented, he fled in the brick temple for a few years, and then he was afraid that Lao Chen and Lao Zeng would find him, and fled deeper into the mountains, and no one knows whether he is dead or alive. ” The white-haired old man continued: "Song Yuan, the general who was often taught by His Majesty to read more and be more literate, don't always make jokes about people who are blind in the temple, such a stubborn old naughty boy is really crazy, the only grandson in the family, who had been secretly entering the Shiji in the sixth year of Yonghui, burned him alive, and also burned himself to death in a dilapidated library with few books.

When our Great Chu was at its peak, the martial arts had no sword, the scholars were infinitely sour, the women had no fat powder, the mountain people had no smoke, and the monks had no incense, it was recognized by the world that the prosperity of the Great Qin had not been seen for 800 years, it was just a small dynasty from the barbarians in the north, the feudal town was divided for 50 years, the eunuchs were in politics for 50 years, and the eunuch Fan Gongliang killed a total of one emperor, two kings and six concubines in his life, and he could spend his old age in peace, such a dynasty that never knew what etiquette was, how could it be transformed after 50 years, Inexplicably, she became the princess of the world and our Da Chu, how can you say that if you lose the country, you will lose the country, the monarch is wise, and he is not the king.

The civil and military are loyal, and they are not courtiers.

The people are industrious, but they are not in the people.

So the old minister Sun Xiji wanted to know what was going on, since it was already a luxury to die without turning a blind eye, he wanted to ask for a peace of mind for himself before he died, and knew a passable answer.

Lao Chen was not afraid of the infamy of the two family slaves, so he stood on the temple of Tai'an City and watched coldly for more than ten years, but in the end, he still couldn't figure out why Da Chu lost, and he lost so badly and so quickly.

However, Lao Chen recognized two people, one is the person Tu Xu Xiao, and the other is the blue-eyed Zhang Julu, who immediately fought the world and ruled the world under the horse, it was they who made the old minister start to have to accept his fate, Xu Xiao did the right thing, a good knife, as long as it is held in the hands of the right person, the faster the knife, the less blood the people will shed.

Zhang Julu did a good job, and he took the risk of being called the emperor of the station with Han Shengxuan in private, and took care of the Zhao family's courtyard and sewed it airtightly.

The old minister had already accepted his fate, but Changqing asked the old minister to come to see you, and the old minister came, not for anything else, an old guy only wanted to die in his homeland, which was better than anything else. ” The three of them are Sun Xiji, the old lady of Western Chu, Cao Changqing, who achieved the realm of Confucianism on the site of Xileibi, and Jiang Ni, the princess of the dead country whose real name is Jiang Xi.

They drank a pot of tea in the brick temple, the old lady was probably tired of walking and tired, no longer speaking, and then the three of them went down the mountain and returned to the city, the old man was nominally still from Yang Guangling Road to the slight envoy, the official residence was on the site of the six official residences outside the imperial city of the lost Ding City, the Guangling Royal Mansion was not in the city, but the Guyu City in the southeast of the domain of the vassal king, the current lost Ding City should have gone, most of the people who went were the remnants of other dead countries after the end of the Spring and Autumn Period, and those who should have stayed were also left, and those who were left were the remnants of Western Chu, with the lost Ding City as the center, Four Saturdays and eighteen cities, but the word Zhao was not torn off.

Especially the lost Ding City, with the mansion of the envoy and the White Deer Mountain as the skeleton, the East Mountain made a comeback, and supported a new and vibrant new temple, which won and was the Great Chu, and lost, and now the West Chu in the Liyang History Book will probably be replaced by the Later Chu.

When the three of them went down the mountain, there were more than 100 elite euphorbia warriors riding horses to escort back to the city, the old lady took the two to a restaurant in Dongcheng, saying that he wanted to invite Her Royal Highness the princess to taste the anchovy, after sitting on the second floor, the old man laughed softly: "Your Royal Highness the princess, this anchovy is a delicacy in the world, and the old minister has to show a few words of knowledge to have fun, but don't be too noisy."

People take food as the day, the good things on the table, often pay attention to not eating from time to time, the reason why this anchovy is called anchovy, that is, it is like a migratory bird, a period of time, every spring in the river outside the spring snow building in Guyu City, along the Guangling River to the upper flow, it stands to reason that to our place, it has to be a small Manchurian summer at the right time, fat and abundant, if it is supplemented by the chicken head rice of the copper paper city specialty, it is really the taste of the world, and then later, once the anchovy arrives at Xiangfan City, the taste is poor, but the old minister wants to be idle and satisfy his hunger in the future, it is difficult, I don't care about the sages and gluttonies. ” Jiang Ni snorted, and there was no follow-up.

The old man saw her holding the chopsticks and joked with a smile: "Your Royal Highness Princess, we all believe that the higher and longer the chopsticks hold, the farther away you will have to find the object in the future.

At that time, we were holding chopsticks down according to the wishes of our elders, and at the same time, we didn't think so, and we took it as the wind in our ears, but we didn't expect that when we became elders, we began to talk to our children again.

This is probably inheritance, a family is like this, and a country is also so. ” Jiang Ni, who held the chopsticks very high, really took the opportunity to hold it down, amused the old man, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, don't take it seriously, the old minister just said it casually."

In fact, it is good for a woman to marry far away, and she can still be subject to foreign military orders. ” Jiang Ni smiled lightly, lowered her head to eat and eat fish, the fish bones are very soft, not stinging, she also ate a lot of fish in the past.

Cao Changqing asked for a pot of wine, and drank it slowly with the old man, but he didn't persuade him to drink, and poured himself drink.

After settling the bill, the three of them walked out of the restaurant of the century-old store, and on the bustling street that no longer saw the past, the old man suddenly stopped and said wait a while.

Cao Changqing sighed and didn't make a sound.

It didn't take long for an old man in ragged clothes to walk out of an alley, knock on the watch in broad daylight, shouting madly, "All dead people are dead people", "You open your eyes and see, there is no living person in Da Chu", the old man just walked and shouted on the street, tearing his heart, but the passers-by on the street were obviously used to it, and they didn't even bother to joke anymore, they turned a blind eye one by one, and the man with his hair came to the eyes of the three people, saw them, was stunned for a moment, and pointed at Sun Xiji with a mallet, Hoarse laughed loudly: "Dead man" pointed to Cao Changqing again, and said with a smile: "Half a dead person, it's not far from death."

When he saw Jiang Ni carrying the sword box, the old madman first looked blank, and then cried, "How can there be a living person left, you go quickly" Seeing that the woman was indifferent, the old man was stunned, turned around and ran away, and continued to scream.

Sun Xiji looked at the back of his husband, and said calmly: "Jiang Shuilang, who was once in charge of the Great Chu Chongwen Academy, was in charge of the hundred curators of the three academies and the six hundred editors of the Secret Pavilion classics, he is so crazy.

The Liyang Imperial Court and Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling, deliberately did not kill this old madman, just to ask all the outsiders who came to this city to take a look at the joke. ” Sun Xiji walked to the carriage, bowed down and said, "Her Royal Highness the princess can let Changqing take it to see that family, and the old minister still has affairs to go back to deal with." ” Family.

Jiang Xi's home, of course, is the Great Chu Palace that has reached the pinnacle so much that later generations of Tai'an City have to imitate it.

Then it's really Jiang Ni's home Jiang Ni followed behind Cao Changqing, looking around blankly, she left here fashionable and young, her memory was vague, and she had long forgotten what she saw in front of her, and she could vaguely know why it was known as the most brilliant scenery in the world.

When the men and women in the palace saw them, they were all in awe and full of hope, Cao Changqing walked all the way to a pavilion in the northeast corner of the old palace, and after taking a seat, the white-haired Confucian student sat there, silent.

Cao Changqing, born in the Cao family, a wealthy lord in Longli County, is a well-deserved prodigy of that generation, studied under Li Mi, the national teacher who won the world before Huang Sanjia, studied chess for more than ten years, and finally defeated Li Mi on the chessboard, and became the chief chess officer of Da Chu, who had talked with His Majesty the Emperor many times in this pavilion, this Cao Touxiu made the first-class eunuch in the palace take off his boots and pour wine, how is he not the Cao family and even the most proud talent of Da Chu Cao Changqing's eyes were warm, looking out of the pavilion, the pavilion is further northeast, when he was still young, I once saw a woman humming a folk tune, with a detached temperament that did not match this palace, and when she first entered the palace, she saw him, saw him like a wooden goose, and made a grimace at him.

After that, she became a concubine and a queen, Cao Changqing was still the merry chess player who was talented but always succumbed to the edict of chess, and those who won the chess game with the emperor and the ministers were harmonious, and the king, who was far inferior to the Cao family, always frowned and stared at the chessboard, she stared at the king, and Li Mi called the young chess edict who was invincible from the heart of no victory, and occasionally secretly glanced at her, it was enough.

When he lowered his head, he could always see her embroidered shoes that did not conform to the palace etiquette, ordinary, but he always couldn't forget it, why he still couldn't forget it after so many years Jiang Ni said softly: "Uncle Zhao, I know Taishi Sun's intentions, and he wants me to be a good princess, and I will do it." ” Cao Changqing came back to his senses and smiled softly: "Your Royal Highness Princess, don't care about this old man's chatter.

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Fighting the country is a man's business, and a woman can just look at the country. ” Jiang Ni smiled knowingly, and then worried, "The secret letter said that the master of the eunuch Song Tanglu, an old mink temple escorted a coffin to the south, and it was clear that the Gao Shulu that Huang Longshi said was specially used to deal with Uncle Zhao."

Under heaven and man, they are all laymen, not immortals.

Under the way of heaven, there are all small roads, not big roads.

But this big devil, after all, has a realm that is even more than the land immortals in the legend. ” Cao Changqing smiled and said, "It's okay."

The courage of the horseman, the subordinates are not bad. ” Jiang Ni wanted to speak and stopped, Cao Changqing said softly: "The princess might as well take a walk and take a look, and the ministers will sit down for a while." ” Jiang Ni nodded, and the negative box went away.

Cao Changqing sat alone in the gazebo and closed his eyes.

After a while, Cao Guanzi, who had a stone of heaven and I monopolized eight buckets, seemed to have retreated, and after opening his eyes, he was no longer the master who passed through the Liyang Palace like a corridor, not a madman who brought the ultimate courage of martial arts to the fullest, but only became the young but high-spirited chess edict, smiling, two fingers together in the shape of a chess piece, on the empty stone table, the grapes fell like flying.

There are Tsing Yi in Western Chu, and the country's warriors are unparalleled.

To be continued: