After a heavy rain, even the official road was a bit muddy, making it inconvenient to ride a horse or ride a car. Ordinary people would not choose to travel at this time.
On a 30-meter-long section of the official road, there was only a big green cow covered in tendons and meat. The cow's hooves were covered with black mud. It walked steadily step by step, pulling the carriage, which was not very heavy for it.
Two ruts were left on the official road after the rain.
The coachman sitting outside the carriage, holding the reins in his hand, has mixed black and white hair. He looks very old. In fact, the coachman is not young at all. He just learned his destiny two years ago.
The old coachman in coarse linen clothes was hunched over and leaning against the pillar of the carriage behind him. He looked back slightly and said to the carriage curtain:
"Why did the teacher take a bullock cart? If you want to leave Handi as soon as possible, you should take a carriage."
The ox-cart is comfortable and the horse-drawn carriage is fast.
There was no sound in response. It seemed that there was no one in the carriage. The old coachman was talking to himself.
The old coachman listened for a long time, but heard nothing. When the new ruts were tens of meters longer, he couldn't help but tilt his head, and the sound became slightly louder.
"With half a cup of tea, we walked less than fifty steps. This ox-cart is really too slow. I'd better change the carriage for the teacher. The longer we stay in Han, the more dangerous the teacher will be. We need to make a big search in Chang'an."
You have to leave Korea beforehand."
My ears were pressed against the curtain, still the same as before, without any feedback. If the old coachman hadn't personally sent the teacher into the carriage, he would have thought it was an empty carriage.
The old coachman was a little worried. He held the somewhat rough reins in one hand, grabbed his sparse hair with the other, and turned around for the third time:
"Teacher, are you worried that your disciple is too old to control a horse?"
There was obviously only a curtain separating him from the teacher in the carriage, but no matter how eager the old coachman was, he never thought of opening the curtain from the beginning to the end.
"You are still as talkative as before. I neither say anything nor want to answer you. Why do you ask me three questions again?"
The old coachman finally heard the response and smiled happily, like a child.
"Confucius said that he was sensitive and eager to learn, and he was not ashamed to ask questions. His disciples believed that his love of asking questions was his advantage."
"I've warned you before, don't quote words that you don't know the specific meaning of. Being smart and studious means that you are talented and eager to learn. You are not talented. But this sentence is not bad. It is embarrassing for you to boast and to lose face. Don't be ashamed to ask.
These four words mean that you should not feel ashamed to ask for advice from people who are inferior to you. Are you saying that I am inferior to you?"
The old coachman's face immediately showed panic, as if the speaker was not sitting inside the carriage, but sitting outside the carriage next to him, and his face could be seen.
"This disciple definitely has no such intention!"
"I know you don't. If you don't change this, what will happen to you in the future... That's all. You are over fifty, and you don't have much time left. There is no need to change..."
The old coachman was not angry when he heard these semi-curse words, and said a little lonely:
"This disciple is unworthy of the title of teacher and unworthy of being a disciple of Guigu."
The old coachman was the last disciple accepted by Guiguzi Wang Chan. According to later generations, he was called a closed disciple. He wanted to establish a sect and inherit the mantle.
But don't compare it with the outstanding people under Guiguzi's sect, such as Pang Juan, Sun Bin, Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Le Yi and so on, who can stir up the affairs of other countries and make great reputations in the world.
Even compared to the ordinary disciples of Guiguzi who can only achieve a certain level of prominence, the old coachman who has not left his name in this world cannot compare.
What other disciples can learn in an hour, the old coachman cannot learn in a day and night. The old coachman himself does not know why the teacher would accept someone as stupid as himself as a disciple.
The sun sets in the west, covering the earth with a layer of warm orange.
It is not easy for the official roads of this era to keep the roads clean. No one cares about the weeds on both sides of the roads. When the practical value of the roads cannot be guaranteed, the so-called aesthetics are of no use.
The autumn rain is cold and slightly cold, and the breeze after the autumn rain also carries the chill of rain, making the weeds rustle and make the old coachman shiver and tighten his linen clothes.
"Chang'an Jun will not chase you out."
The old coachman opened his mouth and poured in some cold air. His rickety body straightened up, as if he had been in the past ten or twenty years, humbly and respectfully:
"Please ask the teacher to clarify my doubts."
After speaking, he suddenly remembered his qualifications, and his expression became a little depressed.
"My disciple is stupid and cannot know even if the teacher explains it in detail, so I won't ask anymore."
"The Lord of Chang'an came from a humble background. Although his character has been tempered several times in the royal family, he still has some corruption that cannot be erased. He once said that Prince Ying Fusu did not have the aura of a king and was too benevolent and righteous to succeed to the throne. In fact, he
He himself is no better than his eldest nephew, he is just a fool at fifty steps and a hundred steps. He said that I was the source of trouble. He might have wanted to kill me when he saw me for the first time. If he could kill me, he would kill me..."
crackle~
The old coachman slammed his whip hard on the big green ox. The big green ox stopped in pain and its horns neighed toward the sky.
Moo~
The old coachman was very angry when he heard that the teacher was called the source of trouble and that others had murderous intentions. But the teacher was talking, and he did not dare to yell loudly to avoid interrupting the teacher. So he could only give Qingniu a whip.
, to vent the resentment in my heart.
Guiguzi had long known what kind of mind the disciples behind closed doors had, and his words did not stop at all, and he was not affected or disturbed at all.
"...But I have been with him for several years. I live in seclusion in the Chang'an Lord's Mansion and keep my own responsibilities. In terms of emotion, reason and heart, he will not kill me, let alone tell me personally last night that he cannot kill Chong Tongzi.
"He said to me before that if I escape, I should run faster and further, and let him catch up and kill me. He is a man of character and a man of faith. Since he said that if he catches up and finds me, he will kill me. So in order not to kill me,
I won’t chase him out.”
Although these words are a bit difficult to pronounce, they basically explain the reason thoroughly. Any disciple of Guigu can hear it clearly and know the true meaning.
But the old coachman didn't understand.
There was distress and astonishment on his deeply furrowed face.
"Teacher, I don't understand yet... shouldn't I ask?"
"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, this is knowing."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "...Teacher, what does this sentence mean?"
"...Knowing means knowing, and not knowing means not knowing. This is the expression of wisdom."
The old coachman beamed with joy.
"The teacher complimented me on my intelligence?"
He has never heard his teacher praise him so much.
"Listen to the words and the sound of the gongs and drums. I want you to ask if you don't understand."
The whiplash pain in Daqingniu's body has weakened a little over time.
The big green bull, who did not hold grudges and worked diligently, once again stepped forward with his hooves. Shaking off the black mud on his hooves, he pulled the carriage behind him forward and headed towards the outside of Han Dynasty.
In the carriage, Gui Guzi, who is hundreds of years old, patiently explains his doubts to the fifty-two-year-old closed disciple.
Cattle, carts, and people are all covered with a layer of faint, slightly reddish gold.
The sun is getting bigger and closer, and is about to set...
The moisture in the soil on the wet road is increasingly lost, and it gradually dries up. The wheels sink less and less, and the chatter in the carriage slowly subsides.
Suddenly, the old coachman's questioning voice sounded again.
"Teacher, what does Chang'an Jun look like?"
"You ask why this is done? Mr. Chang'an does not have four moles on his forehead, nor do he have two pupils in each of his eyes. His appearance can be described very well with just words."
"What the teacher said is extremely true. It's the disciple's fault. I didn't expect it."
The old coachman hurriedly apologized and tightened the reins. The big green bull knew its master's intention and stopped lifting its hooves, its hooves sinking deeply into the mud.
"Then Mr. Chang'an is surrounded by beautiful people, isn't he? Are there always beauties around him?"
There was no reply from inside the carriage.
After one breath.
Hula~
The car curtain was lifted from the inside, and the warm sunlight flowed into the car through the gap in the car curtain, and it only entered less than half a meter.
Gui Guzi's figure is looming, and his face cannot be seen clearly, but the four fleshy moles on his forehead are very conspicuous, and his identity can be confirmed at a glance.
Guiguzi grabbed the car curtain with one hand and looked at the long pavilion on the edge of the official road full of weeds a hundred steps away. Although the distance was a bit far, they were too familiar with each other because they had been together for several years.
Guiguzi could tell at a glance that the person standing in the pavilion with his hands behind his back and facing his side was none other than his former master Ying Chengyu.
Behind Ying Chengyu, there is a Yue girl with a beautiful and cold face. Her eyes only show warmth when she accidentally looks at Ying Chengyu, and she carries a two-foot green spear on her back.
It might be difficult to see clearly if the faces are too far apart, but if she can still appear here with a sword less than three feet on her back, she must be a Yue girl.
The Qin sword is three feet, about one meter long, which is the length commonly used by Qin people. The Yue girl is the goddess of Baiyue, and the sword of Baiyue is Qin's two feet.
"The teacher got out of the car and the disciples stopped them."
The old coachman was sure from the teacher's attitude that he had guessed correctly and it was natural and authentic.
Guiguzi told him why Chang'an Lord didn't come, but he still didn't understand it well and couldn't remember it clearly.
But the old coachman understood one sentence very well and remembered it very firmly - this Lord of Chang'an named Ying Chengyu called his teacher the source of trouble and wanted to kill his teacher. He chased him to find him just to kill him.
"That woman is the descendant of the Yue Nv Sword, and there are very few people in the world who can stand up to her. You made a single move in front of her when you were young, and at this age, going here is no different than sending yourself to death."
"If you die, you will die. There is no reason in the world for a teacher to die in front of his disciples."
The old coachman knew that he was no match, but as long as he lived, he could not see his teacher die.
Hula~
Lower the curtain.
"Teachers and disciples have grown up together. After the master dies, the disciples can continue their studies. This is the principle in the world where the teacher dies before the disciples.
"Drive over there."
"only."
The old coachman reluctantly agreed, flicking the whip, the ox raised its hooves, and the mud splashed lightly.
After a hundred steps, Daqingniu walked almost a cup of tea.
There are few things in this world that have the best of both worlds. If you choose the comfort of an ox-cart, you have to accept the slowness of the ox-cart. If you want the efficiency of a horse-drawn carriage, you have to endure the jolting pain of the horse-drawn carriage.
The old driver, who just now disliked the slowness of the ox cart, thought about going slower, and then slower.
But things will not change according to his will. As an ordinary person, he has no ability to turn the tide and can only go with the flow.
He opened the curtain for the teacher and tried to straighten his waist, but in the end he was still stooped. He helped Gui Guzi, who had a straight waist, to get out of the oxcart.
Ying Chengyu stepped forward with a smile, and took Guiguzi's other hand in the old coachman's murderous and hostile eyes. He was about to speak, but Guiguzi beat him to it.
"You shouldn't have come."
Ying Chengyu blinked his eyes.
"But I'm still here."
Guiguzi smiled lightly.
"If you come, I won't die, right?"
Ying Chengyu also smiled lightly.
"you guess?"
[If you have the ability, please take another sentence and guess whether I can guess?]
Guiguzi smiled bitterly.
"I can't compare to the determination of your Majesty."
Ying Chengqiao also smiled bitterly.
"You are a fish and I am a swordsman, but you still dare to test me again and again. My lord, you don't have enough concentration, but you are so courageous."
Guiguzi kept smiling bitterly and said nothing, not knowing what to say.
When he got off the bullock cart just now, he said "You shouldn't have come" and started with the dialogue in Gu Long's novel. If Ying Chengyu also responded according to the dialogue in Gu Long's novel, it would prove that Ying Chengyu still had the intention of joking, and it was possible to kill him.
Not very sexual.
In the second sentence, instead of using dialogue from the novel, he took the initiative to make it clear. This is a sign of weakness when Ying Chengyu is in a good mood. At this time, ordinary people will most likely say how is it possible, the prince is joking, etc., which will control the topic.
Take the lead and put an iron lock on my life.
Ying Chengyu's unclear answer of "guess" made Guiguzi's thoughts go to waste. Guiguzi knew that Ying Chengyu had seen through his own thoughts, so he revealed that his determination was not as good as that of Ying Chengyu, so he praised Ying Chengyu in a way that demeaned himself. In order to save his life,
There is no shame in flattering someone.
But Ying Chengyu, who usually agreed without hesitation and enjoyed flattery, did not agree this time and instead took the favor back.
This made Gui Guzi, who had everything under control, a little uneasy.
When something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and if he sees Ying Chengyu's demon today, he may pay the price with his life.
Guiguzi thought about the month, day, and hour.
The hand held by the old coachman was hidden behind the old coachman, and his thumb began to move rapidly up and down the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger.
In my mind, I silently thought about Liulian, Suxi, Chikou, Xiaoji, Kongpeng, Da'an, going back and forth, making crazy calculations.
Before he could finish the calculation, Ying Chengyu said with a smile:
"Did you calculate it for yourself and figure out that you can't die, so you just do whatever you want?"
Guiguzi's left hand pinched for a moment, and then his thumb moved quickly. Whether Ying Chengyu was aiming at something or blowing it up, it was meaningless to him. He would finish the calculation.
The old coachman hates Ying Chengyu, and his old body is conserving strength. He is ready to knock down Ying Chengyu and Yue Nu at any time, giving the teacher a chance to die late.
If it weren't for the fact that Ying Chengyu insulted his teacher in order to hide his left hand, he would have pounced on him now.
"I just figured it out. You asked me whether I wanted to kill Xiang Yu to test my character. After I went to find Chong Tongzi, you said that you could only calculate the approximate range of Qi Di.
"You can test my strength by whether I can find the double pupil. My lord, how come you have such a big brain and how can you think of so many things in a minute? You are really a mature person."
Ying Chengyu leaned closer and asked tentatively:
"Could it be that you have really lived for hundreds of years?"
Guiguzi said nothing, still thinking silently in his heart.
"Not finished yet? It's okay. Just take your time and we'll talk about it after you finish."