Chu Yuetang, who used to be a wolf and a pig, is now a slave thief who slaughters dogs and donkey dealers, towering spring and autumn, only a sad spring and sad autumn, smiling and sad It is rumored that Huang Longshi, the culprit of Lu Shen in Shenzhou, after seeing the bleak scenes of Shizi Beiben with his own eyes, just laughed heartily and composed several gloating tunes for future generations to hum, claiming that not only Wulin should be grateful for his reversal of luck, but the literary world has changed like this, because the country is unfortunate and poetic.
The Spring and Autumn Period at the end of the game of chess to the north of the scholars, Liyang is only recorded in the history of Yonghui Beidu, Jiamian with a paragraph of gorgeous rhetoric, not hesitant to praise, praise with eight surnames over Guangling, but in the history books of Beimang, there are two, in addition to the brief Yonghui Beidu, more written is the second Beidu before Xu Xiao took the Beiliang, this time the Central Plains scholars and celebrities who were completely disappointed in the Liyang Imperial Court began to frantically pour into the territory of the Southern Dynasty today, and now occupy the so-called tyrants of the Southern Dynasty, The vast majority of them are the high-ranking people who rushed north like lost dogs at this time.
These big clans spared no effort to operate secretly in Tai'an City at that time, hoping to let Gu Jiantang, who had a relatively mild surname, be crowned the king of Beiliang, instead of the executioner surnamed Xu, they firmly believed that which of the two could be crowned the king with a different surname would determine whether Liyang's next national policy was strict or lenient, but the result was a big disappointment, the lame man wanted to be a vassal king instead of an ordinary feudal official, and personally sat at the northwest gate of the empire, so that they hoped to move the dead and the dead before the gate was completely closed.
Leave a few sticks of incense for the children of the family in the next "Autumn Settlement Score" in the Liyang Imperial Court, even if it is burdened with the infamy of relying on the Northern Barbarians to survive, it is not hesitating, for these behemoths who are often the fourth and third dukes, a country changing its surname is never a catastrophe, so the death of the country is small, and the family is ruined Famous families have lost their old roots, not to mention anything else, just those genealogical ancestral maps that have been cherished for generations for hundreds of years, scattered all over the ground on the way to the north.
The spring rain continued, a young man squatted on the side of the road, he couldn't pick up those precious maps, he could only look at the current spread out a page of genealogy, the person who wrote the score is obviously a calligraphy master, the handwriting is elegant and does not lose the wind and bones, this page of the spectrum is written by the words, the words are beautiful, and a few strokes can write the full picture of the achievements of a certain ancestor.
Then a tired mule, carrying four gold-lacquered boxes, stepped on his hooves, and with one foot he stomped the whole book, sinking into the mud and blurring his handwriting.
The young man stood up, and there was an endless stream of people in his eyes, one clan after another, running from south to north together, gently retracting his gaze, and seeing that one of the boxes carried by the mule fell to the ground after the rope was broken, splashing a lot of mud, and the mule driver turned a blind eye to it, but struck the mule with a fierce whip, not that he felt sorry for the lone ancient book in the box that had been purchased for generations of money, but that he was annoyed that the mule's hooves were too slow.
After the panicked convoy of horses and mules, the convoy behind was much more orderly, and there were no lowly beasts such as mules and donkeys, all of which were high-headed horses with a very flashy suspicion on the way to escape from the north, and the convoy was particularly long, no less than four hundred people, and the people who rode on the horses, whether old or young, were not as panicked as the front and rear convoys, and even in the positions behind the grooms of several of the cars, there were many white-clothed children whose clothes were slightly wet for the spring rain, both men and women, without holding books in their hands, silently reciting the words, catchy.
An old man who looked like a teacher at a clan school sat among the children, his eyes closed, and he occasionally followed the students to speak.
Xu Fengnian, who was dreaming in the spring and autumn period, did not follow this convoy forward, stopped in place, and kept from "women are chaste, men are good", heard "insist on Yaying, good lords are self-defeating", and finally to "high-crowned accompaniment, drive the hub vibrating", and the sound of reading gradually dissipated in the ears.
The old teacher, who had been silent, only recited aloud once during this period, and he could not hide the moist eyes of the old man, "thrifty and honest retreat, and the loss of money" Xu Fengnian thought to himself, they are not the Beiben mourning dogs that everyone spurned in the history books of later generations, they are probably the real Beidu clothes, and they should return to their hometowns one day to worship their ancestors, but the teacher must not be able to see the willows in his hometown in his lifetime, and the moss and fireflies.
In the flow of people, an old Confucian who was already helpless suddenly walked out, staring at Xu Fengnian like that, presumably in the eyes of the living people in the nearby yang world, he had long been accustomed to the old Confucian's dementia, and all the way north, there were too many old people who died of illness, anger, and water.
The old Confucian with the spring rain on his head twisted his beard and smiled: "I finally saw this you." ” "You have already arrived" Xu Fengnian is used to opening his mouth, although he is silent, but since this old Confucian who will give him a bun in the future can see him, he should "see" him speak.
In the eyes of others, the old Confucian who was talking to himself in a crazy way nodded and smiled, "Poor Dao said, oh no, I will say to you one day in the Fallen Horse Pass, Poor Dao Yuan Qingshan is not a heaven and earth in this life, only a person."
Zhao Xiyan's big dream of the Spring and Autumn Festival awarded to your brother Xu Longxiang is a long night road, and that bun is a lantern that guides the way. ” Yuan Qingshan smiled and said: "The two dynasties destroyed the Buddha, but Beiliang is sincerely pro-Buddha, since you are willing to shoulder the burden, then you should get Liu Songtao's share of the qi, so the lantern skeleton was erected, so the bowl of blood of the monk Nagarjuna should also light the wick in the cage."
It's a pity that Poor Dao still hasn't been able to see the other two of you with his own eyes. ” Xu Fengnian asked: "Don't you worry that Beimang will be destroyed by Liyang?"
Yuan Qingshan shook his head and said indifferently: "Dynasties can rise and fall, and the mighty spirit needs to last forever." ” Xu Fengnian looked up at the gray sky and said softly: "This I, I have already seen Qi Xuanjiao sitting on the demon slaying platform and slaying the heavenly demons.
Li Chungang's green shirt entered Xishu with a sword, and the sword qi rolled into the dragon wall.
The Sword Emperor of Xishu guarded the country with a sword for the Son of Heaven until the sword was destroyed and killed, trampled into meat for the horse's hooves.
Deng Tai'a rode a donkey and carried branches into the rivers and lakes.
Xiangfan guard Wang Mingyang killed himself after the city was broken, holding an old jar and dying, there were dry bones of his wife and children in the jar, and he used this jar as cooking utensils.
I've seen a lot of people, but I never felt like I could find what I was looking for. ” Yuan Qingshan said that the heavenly machine was not thorough, "One heart and two uses, three people dream of spring and autumn, and each has its own finding, which is nothing more than the roots of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and the three religions."
The latter two are naturally close to you, in fact, you don't need to look for it, you have already found you, it's just a matter of course, only the other two are owed to come back to their senses, you don't have to worry too much.
As for the grandeur of Confucianism, if you want to deliberately look for it, most of you will not find it.
Even if you go to Cao Qingyi, who is a proud official of chess, and Zhang Julu and Zhang Shoufu, who are looking for Huangmenlang, I am afraid that after searching all over the Spring and Autumn Period, it will only be in vain. ” Xu Fengnian sighed, "Then how to get in the way" Yuan Qingshan closed his eyes and pinched his fingers, and after opening his eyes, he said slowly: "Poor Dao is not a real immortal after all, and it is destined to be unpredictable before ascending.
But here and now, no matter how hard you try to calculate, you can't stop Wang Xianzhi. ” Xu Fengnian didn't have any restlessness, Yuan Qingshan stared at the atmosphere of this "Xu Fengnian" again, pinching the trick like flying, his face was cloudy, "It's strange, why is it that the more you count, the more you will die, since this is the case, why will I exchange buns for copper coins with you in the future" The Confucian costume of the Beimang National Master fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he raised his head and said: "This may be the leakage of the Heavenly Dao, and the poor Dao is not allowed to do some people and some things.
Poor Dao can't talk to you too much, so he has to escort these scholars into Beimang.
Xu Fengnian, you are so self-sufficient. ” Xu Fengnian nodded.
Xu Fengnian stayed where he was, putting the convoy at the bottom of the muddy road, and then followed behind, watching them continue to go north at the Youzhou border.
Then Xu Fengnian involuntarily closed his eyes, he had closed his eyes many times after entering this black and white Spring and Autumn Festival, always opening and closing in a dream, never guessing when and where the next time he opened his eyes, let alone who he would see.
After that, he opened and closed his eyes several times.
Xu Fengnian saw the whole process of the construction of the Qingliang Mountain Palace, and also knew why the old man in sheepskin Qiu was suppressed by the big pavilion here, it turned out that this was the site of Xudu, and it was the hometown of the green robe of Xudu, one of the four great masters, and later generations thought that the most secret gang at that time "Xudu" must be a ghostly underground city, and never thought that the female grandmaster would choose a green mountain and green lake and name it Xudu.
Maybe it's just that the dead heart inhabits the place where the heart dies, or maybe there is no reason, it's just that the woman loves this green bead in the yellow sand of the desert, and likes the same color as her clothes.
The one-armed old man without a sword occupied the mountain alone, so he refused to retreat the hundreds of fine horses of Xu Xiao, the king of Xinliang, and later Xu Xiao carried wine up the mountain alone several times, all of which were good wine in the Central Plains that was difficult to buy in the poor northern cool land, so he sat next to the old man, saying some unspeakable words in his heart, and he was drunk several times, and he was completely drunk and fell beside the old man, and he was still drunk and talked, all of which were for Li Yishan to help him down the mountain.
Finally one day, the old man in sheepskin Qiu took a pot of new wine in Xu Xiao's hand, and asked the dignified King of Beiliang how this wine was, Xu Xiao bluntly said that this bad wine without a name is far worse than the previous good wine, but the price is cheap, not to mention the pleasure of drinking, it is very intoxicating, which is enough.
The old man took a sip and said that this wine was actually called Green Ants, and that some people had advised him to drink before, but he also hated the bad spirit of this wine.
The second sister later wrote poems, and the green ant wine was known outside Beiliang for the first time, and it was popular in the Liyang Dynasty and the opposition, which should have come from here.
After closing his eyes and reopening his eyes, he saw two girls who entered the Wutong Courtyard of Qingliang Mountain for the first time, one of which she was still calling the red musk deer at the time, and the blue bird was still a blue bird, but there was an extra surname, Wang, Wang Blue Bird.
It's just that at that time, the surnames of the two girls were completely different from those of the queen, the red musk deer had a strong Beimang atmosphere, her eyes were as cold as knives, and she was hostile to everyone when she saw it, even if it was the little master who needed her service, His Royal Highness Xu Fengnian, the prince of Beiliang, was no exception.
Blue Bird is diametrically opposed, his father is the youngest of the four great masters and the latest to die of the gun fairy, Wang Xiu got a daughter in his later years, especially spoiled, her first entry into the mansion mountaineering, not as a maid in the world, but as a little guest, Wang Xiu's younger brother Liu Yanbing, who had not changed his surname at that time, took the girl into the palace, but did not meet the young Xu Fengnian.
Later, there was a huge change in Chen Zhibao's rebellion and murder, Liu Yanbing once single-handedly provoked the king of Beiliang who had five hundred horsemen to escort him, until he was finally stopped by Jian Jiuhuang with eight swords, Xu Xiao, who has always been very unkind to the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, actually let this martial arts genius leave, and promised him three chances to take revenge.
After three uses, Liu Yanbing did not kill Xu Xiao or Chen Zhibao, who was like Zhongtian on the border.
He didn't know Jian Jiuhuang, who had been a horseman for a few years, and they met to drink, and Liu Yanbing knew that the old swordsman with missing front teeth in the natal yellow formation diagram turned out to be the junior brother of the Sword Emperor of Xishu.
Liu Yanbing said casually, the monarch and the minister died in the country, and the swordsman died in the rivers and lakes.
The Sword Emperor of Xishu, both of them died well.
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Lao Huang replied with a smile, this is the truth, but I can't say such a thing.
Lao Huang also said that he likes that little highness very much, and he will not dislike his horse scratching smell, when he looks at people, he is indeed looking at people, unlike many wealthy lords and grandsons who have been seen in the past when he walks the rivers and lakes.
Of course, the most important thing is that as long as this kid goes to the stable to lead the horse, he will secretly bring him a pot of wine, and he will be very happy to watch himself drink it.
Lao Huang said that this child always talked about the fun of the rivers and lakes, and the old groom said that he must take him to the real market to take a walk in the real market in the future, and this child will definitely be disappointed.
Speaking of this, Lao Huang, who was missing his front teeth, smiled from ear to ear, and accidentally leaked a lot of rice wine from his mouth.
It didn't take long for the bluebird to lose that last name.
And Liu Yanbing also changed his surname to Xu and became the personal guard of King Lao Liang.
For some reason, this Xu Fengnian knew that it was the last time he opened his eyes to swim in the Spring and Autumn Period.
He stood near a little girl's shrouded mat and could only watch her being taunted and beaten, and then he saw His Royal Highness the young prince, the young man himself.
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