This time the Northern Barbarian Rebellion lasted for five years.
The ambitious Northern Barbarian King originally wanted to drive away wolves and tigers, and use the troops of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions to disrupt the southern part of Daqian, causing Daqian to focus on one thing and not the other, and relieve the pressure on the northern front.
The twenty-fifth year of Tianjing.
Folk legend: A flying star fell from the sky in the west of the desert, and the enemy in the western region was killed by tens of thousands of people.
Somehow, this happy event quickly spread throughout the north and south of Daqian, and the people called "God bless Daqian"; at the same time, since Chu Chengfeng, the leader of the largest rebellious party "Chushan Army" disappeared for unknown reasons, the remnants of the Chushan Army Not a climate.
The imperial court issued another "Edict" at the right time, with generous conditions, and high-ranking officials were promoted to the nobility. It can be said that "one person enlists in the army, the whole family is glorious and the descendants have no worries." After various conditions, it was difficult for the rebels to refuse, and their hearts were distracted, and they defected to the imperial court one after another. Now within the Dagann Army It stabilized in a very short period of time, the south was peaceful, and the imperial court organized the former rebels and rebels into another army, called the "Suppressing Barbarian Army".
The suppressing barbarian army was led by "Pingxi General" Xie Yunliu.
Xie Yunliu led an army of 50,000 to suppress the barbarians, and marched northward to join General Zheng, one of the four generals of the Zhenguo.
In the same year, the Zhenman Army arrived at the front line, fought side by side with General Zheng, and began to counterattack.
Using the suppressing barbarian army and General Zheng as the arrow, they created a huge breakthrough on the front line. General Zheng and Xie Yunliu joined forces and were invincible, cutting off the hands of the Northern Barbarian King on the front line.
The Northern Barbarian King was defeated and retreated. General Zheng and Xie Yunliu chased the enemy for thousands of miles, even going deep into the interior of the Barbarian Kingdom, and almost penetrated the Barbarian Kingdom's "holy mountain" Bagnamo Mountain - in the Northern Barbarian language, "Bagnamo" means The connotation of "endless life and endless life" was almost extinguished.
In the twenty-eighth year of Tianjing's reign, due to the difficulty in penetrating the enemy's country with heavy supplies and supply difficulties, and the complete retreat of the Northern Barbarian army, they had already lost their temper. Xie Yunliu and General Zheng commanded the remaining troops and returned to the Daqian territory.
In the same year, the imperial court issued an urgent military order. In order to prevent the Northern Barbarians from coming back, the Ministry of War issued a document ordering Generals Zheng and Xie to temporarily guard the border.
In the twenty-ninth year of Tianjing, the defeat of the Northern Barbarian Army was a foregone conclusion and the general trend was determined.
The Zheng family has been loyal and loyal for generations, so General Zheng accepted the order happily.
General Xie disobeyed the order brazenly. In front of thousands of soldiers, he smiled casually, took off his armor and helmet, and rode away.
When the Ministry of War learned about this incident, Xie Yunliu acted as a fugitive general because of his disobedience. However, the merits and demerits were outweighed, so the Ministry of War reported the matter to the Ministry of War. In order to stabilize the morale of the army, the new emperor decided not to pursue the matter. The merits and demerits were outweighed, and Xie Yunliu's military status was removed. From then on, There is no one like Xie Yunliu in the army.
Thirty years of Tianjing.
As the domestic dynasty was stabilized, the new emperor arranged small coffins, large coffins, funerals, offerings to heaven and other tedious funeral ceremonies for the late emperor. On March 3rd of the following year, the new emperor officially ascended the throne, and he found out from nowhere a copy of the "note" left by the former emperor. "The last edict" was announced to the world.
New country name: Yonggong.
In the first year of Yonggong, the new emperor granted amnesty to the world, revived all industries, and wished peace to the world.
Immediately afterwards, the new emperor began to gather historians from the court and central government to compile the "magnificent" twenty years in history books.
In the history books, the secret factory has been deleted, Lou Mengkong has been deleted, the martial arts knights who caused chaos have been deleted, and Cheng Xiao has deleted the killing of the late emperor. In the history books, the late emperor worked hard and worked hard, and finally fell seriously ill and died. In this way, the history books It restored the late emperor's reputable face and restored the innocence of the imperial family. As an emperor, he must never let anyone behead him.
In this way, the world changes.
The green hills remain the same, the setting sun remains red, right and wrong, success and failure have become empty.
In the second year of Yonggong's reign.
A bald man rode an overburdened pony to a small town that no one cared about.
The setting sun cast its long afterglow on that bald head, shining brightly. The bald man looked exhausted, and the officers and soldiers beside the city gate fell asleep leaning on their spears.
"Excuse me, have you ever seen a person? He has incomplete legs, is nearly forty years old, likes painting, and has an orange kitten."
It's a monk.
He asked around where his eldest brother lived.
Soon, he found out.
A kind-hearted lady told him:
"Sir, the weirdo you mentioned lives in this town. Now, walk along this road, turn right at the fifth intersection, and you will see a dilapidated small courtyard in the seventh alley..."
The aunt said that he was a weird man who lived in seclusion. Although he didn't have a cat, he said all the time that he had one. He was crazy and burned things in the house all the time. The neighbors were afraid of him.
The door to the courtyard was unlocked. When the monk pushed the door open, a hoarse curse came from inside:
"No! No! None of it is right! This is wrong! Wrong!"
Tear!
Inside the house, two canes were casually abandoned aside. Papers were flying, and some fell on Meow'er. Meow'er turned over with a grimace and looked at the anxious man in the room with contempt.
The man had disheveled hair and a messy beard, which almost covered his entire face. When the monk entered, he was losing his temper hysterically, with sinister eyes, tearing off pieces of "semi-finished products" irritably, and his whole body exuded a lifeless smell.
"Monk! You are back!"
The moment he saw the monk, the man's face was filled with joy. He fell to the ground, but seemed to feel no pain. He anxiously crawled toward the monk on the ground. After crawling a few steps, the man's dirty clothes were stained with another layer of ink.
When the monk saw this, he immediately stepped forward to help him. The vicissitudes of life and exhaustion in the man's eyes made the monk, who had been in the army for many years as Xie Yunliu, shed tears.
This battle lasted five years. At first, the monk said he didn't want to go. But the man refused to let him go. He said, the monk is Xie Yunliu, and he must continue to be Xie Yunliu.
There is a possibility that he will not be able to draw that painting, and then all his efforts will be in vain.
Therefore, when he won the battle, the monk immediately gave up his identity as "Xie Yunliu", gave up his high position and salary, gave up his glory, disarmed and returned to his fields, and went home to find his good brother.
"How did you..."
The man waved his hand: "No problem, tell me quickly, can you detect anything strange in the scenery that 'I' have never experienced?"
The monk helped the man sit down on the bed. There was an unpleasant smell coming from the bed, and there was a layer of discarded paper on it. The monk was silent. He could not imagine how the man who had lost his legs had persisted in the past five years.
Day after day, year after year, he was persistent, obsessed, crazy, and blamed himself, just to paint the legendary "cannibal painting".
All the windows in the house were boarded up, making it dark. The monk found an oil lamp and after lighting it, he recounted his military experience over the years. At the end, the monk expressed his thoughts: "Except
Apart from your grandfather, the rest of the soldiers make me feel that they are more like zombies than taciturn."
"That's Zheng's great-great-grandfather," the man bit his nails hard and corrected the monk casually. Only then did the monk notice that the man's nails were pitted and there were blood stains on some of his fingers. When the man heard this, he was covered by his long hair.
Behind his face, his sinister eyes gradually glowed: "It is indeed so! It is indeed so!"
"Everything is fake! Fake!"
"As 'my' painting spreads widely in the world, everyone who sees that painting will fall under the spell of 'soul-capturing' hidden deep in the painting!"
"Capturing the soul will not completely take away the 'meaning' in the soul, but as long as you capture a little bit of it, supplement it with painting skills, and shape it into a painting, you can make a portrait look like...a person in the world in the painting.
!”
"That's right! My original idea was right! This is the foundation of cannibalism! It's the basis of cannibalism!"
"In this world, 'I' have never seen my great-great-grandfather! The reason why he can draw it is because the legend of his great-grandfather is widely circulated in the world. His bravery, his good fighting skills, his righteousness, everything about him is
It is spread in the mouth of every common people, and his image lives in the hearts of the common people! In the hearts of everyone who has seen the "painting", there is a "General Zheng", and it is exactly all the "General Zheng" in the painting.
The middle part is full of itself, forming the General Zheng you see fighting side by side with Xie Yunliu!"
"A large number of human souls can bring Chang An and Chang Shi close to each other and form a boundary... Gui Xie! Perhaps, a large number of human souls are not necessarily needed! Each person only takes a little bit, which does not affect his life and soul... Use the quantity to decide
Make up for the quality! Maybe, that’s okay too!”
"So, 'I' don't need to paint every bit of this world, I just need to use my paintbrush to create a plausible and false world, and that's it!"
"It's done! It can be done! It can be done! It can be done if it's fake!"
The man danced with his hands and laughed.
"Meow!" At this moment, the silent little Feng Miao raised her head, with two bright eyes, and silently jumped on the man's shoulder, patting the man's hair gently with her paws, as if she recognized his statement.
The more the man talked, the more excited he became. The stunned monk who was listening to the side became more and more gloomy. After hearing the meow, the monk suddenly widened his eyes angrily and let out a low roar like a wounded beast. He stood up suddenly and swung
He picked up his hand and slapped it hard on the man's face.
"Snapped!"
The monk slapped the man's face and pushed it away. The little Phoenix on the man's shoulder was so frightened that he jumped off the man. It stared, covered its face with its paws, and stared blankly at the two people who suddenly started fighting.
, the movement seemed to empathize with it, and even it felt pain.
After hitting the man with his palm, the monk was a little confused. He looked at his red palm and couldn't recover for a long time. Looking at it, the monk looked up blankly and saw the man's red and swollen face and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He suddenly cried.
: "The little monk doesn't like to hear this!"
"Why is it fake! Why is it fake? Although the young monk did not remember the past at that time, he only remembered that he became the master when he was young. But, Lao Chu, Lao Xiao, Bai Xiaopang and the others traveled thousands of miles across the yellow sand.
Just to fight side by side with the monk, is this a lie?"
"In front of the sand and under the moon, the young monk drank with them and talked about the harshness of the world and the impermanence of life. Is this false?"
The more the monk talked, the more excited he became. He stepped forward and grabbed the man's collar, with tears and snot in his face: "Lao Chu said that he had already put aside the grudges in the world, and he knew that he was wrong! He also said that he returned from the desert
After that, he and Miss Wen had another set of twins! He also wanted to live a life full of children and grandchildren and grow old together with Miss Wen! Is this also a lie? "
"They can't go back! Old Chu and Miss Wen used their lives to rescue the young monk from there! Could it be that this friendship is fake in your opinion?"
"You and my sister... no, Xie Luohe... no, the ten years you spent with Miss Fengbei, the ten years you slept together, do you also think that was a lie!"
"The young monk doesn't understand this, the young monk doesn't understand painting, but the young monk believes that even if we are trapped here and experience all kinds of disasters, the people inside may be drawn by the ghost painter two hundred years ago with mysterious magic, but everything that the young monk has experienced
, what the young monk saw, the wine he drank, and what the young monk said are all true! Even if everything is false, the love must be true! What is false cannot be true! What is true cannot be false!
"
"Brother Zheng, wake up! No matter how stupid or stupid the monk is, he can still distinguish right from wrong! If you don't think their love is true, then their death was in vain!"
The man was grabbed by the monk's collar, his eyes were blank, and he gradually lowered his head.
The monk wiped the snot and tears from his face vigorously, cried and cursed, and his mood calmed down a little. He touched his bald head, looked at the slumped man sitting on the ground, his lips trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
The two were silent for a long time, and then Xiaofeng meowed again.
The monk glanced at Xiaofengmiao, clasped his hands together, and sighed:
"There are three 'rebirths' in a person's life, one is when he is born, the second is when he becomes an adult, and the third is when he is recorded in history; there are also three 'deaths' in a person's life, one is when his heart stops beating, and the second is when he is carrying
The third time you are insulted by thousands of people, it is the time when you are completely forgotten by the world."
Hearing this, the man's lowered head suddenly lifted up, staring at the monk in disbelief from the gap in his hair.
The monk smiled slightly, with tears on his face: "This is what 'sister' once said to me. Brother Zheng, no matter that person is Xie Luohe or Fengbei, she is still her. If even you forget her, she will
He is really dead."
The man was shocked.
The monk touched his bald head again: "You have also seen what I have experienced over the years. I have suffered from inner demons and have been ignorant for many years. Brother Zheng, have you ever thought about the things that appear in front of Brother Zheng from the beginning to the end?
, not the Xieluo River that really existed two hundred years ago, but the Feng girl who gave birth to the 'Xieluo River Inner Demon'?"
The man was stunned, and after a moment, tears streamed down his face.
The next day.
The sun is shining brightly, washing away the bad luck.
In front of the hospital, the monk carefully wiped the man's body, trimmed his hair, shaved his beard, and put on brand new clothes. He used the military pay accumulated over the years to buy a carriage, carried the man on his back, sat on the horse, and shouted
, the carriage staggered away from the small town.
In the carriage, the man's black hair was mixed with white hair, which looked like a head full of silver threads from a distance. The monk neatly combed and tied up his silver hair, making him look radiant, but his thin face and sunken eye sockets
, handsome is no longer what he once was.
"Brother, where are we going?"
After leaving the city, the monk asked happily. He was very happy that his elder brother could get out of the decline.
"Go home." In the carriage, the man pursed his lips and said indifferently, pointing in the direction.
The journey was bumpy, and the two of them were together. The monk took care of the man with the broken leg. They headed east. After March, the weather was warm. They came to the coast of the East China Sea, where there was a valley filled with birds singing and flowers fragrant. In the valley, there was mist and mist, and flying buttresses could be vaguely seen.
, it was uploaded in the town outside the valley that there once lived a reclusive master, but now it has declined and the house is deserted.
Along the path, the carriage stopped, and the monk carried the man on his back and walked up the mountain. There was a large house on the mountainside. The entrance of the big house was deserted, the walls were covered with moss, the wooden door was covered with mold, and two vivid figures were inlaid on the door.
A bronze lion with a door knocker in its mouth, covered with a thick layer of patina and stained with rust.
The monk stepped forward and pulled the door knocker. Click, the door knocker broke. The monk looked back at the man at a loss. The little phoenix cat on his shoulder seemed to find it very interesting and chuckled.
"No problem, go in."
No one was taking care of the outside of the mansion, but there were piles of fallen leaves in the courtyard inside. It was obvious that someone was living there. The monk shouted a few times, and soon a gray-haired old woman walked out of the inner hall. She squinted at the two of them, and first said
: "The Gongsun family no longer had visitors ten years ago. If you want to..."
When she saw the middle-aged man behind the monk clearly, her squinted eyes suddenly opened: "Young Master?"
Everything about the "Gongsun Family" is just a strange memory to the man. He has never really lived here. However, when the old woman cried and hugged him with his broken legs, an inexplicable nostalgia came to his heart. At this moment
, he became Gongsun Mo, who had been away from home for many years, a wanderer returning home.
After a cup of tea, the man lit incense for his ancestors in the ancestral hall. The "people" in his memory were all neatly listed there, becoming cold spiritual tablets.
The old woman was Gongsun Mo's nanny. She had taken care of Gongsun and his son for many years. Now her hair was gray, her back was stooped, and her appearance had changed.
"No one in the Gongsun family can escape the destiny of not living past fifty." Turning away from the memorial tablets of his ancestors, the man said to the elderly Mei Niang: "Mei Niang, I have suffered so much for you these years."
The old woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and grinned: "It doesn't matter, it'll be good if the young master comes back, it'll be good if he comes back! I know that I know what I'm doing, and I must be very happy. But, I've suffered so much for the young master these years... the young master's legs, ugh!"
"It's just a pair of useless legs. Fortunately, I still have my hands." The man asked: "I wonder if Mei Niang knows that back then, both my grandfather and father repeatedly warned that descendants of the Gongsun family must not draw
Man, why is that?”
The old woman shook her head: "Master, I don't understand this. However, when I was grinding ink for the master, the master muttered some strange words, and I still remember it fresh to this day."
"My master once said that it is difficult to paint the heart when painting bones and skin. It doesn't look like the painting when you look at it horizontally or vertically. It's better not to paint at all."
"He said that when you draw people, you can't just draw likenesses. You have to draw souls and spirits. It's easy but not easy. It's difficult but not difficult at all!"
"When I heard what the master said, I felt strange, so I mustered up the courage to ask more questions."
As if recalling the grace of the master when he was young, a long-lost blush appeared on the old woman's face.
"The master said that when you draw people, you have to draw their 'hearts'. But if you want to draw the 'human heart', it is easy to put your own 'heart' into it as you draw."