Chapter 511 The rain is falling outside the pavilion, just like the scene back then
"Father!
"
Chen Zhao cried loudly and almost fainted. He was helped up by everyone and returned to the house. What he saw was a mysterious scene. The body of the departing Marquis was sitting quietly on the chair and there was no sound.
In other words, the person who was helped out just now is already a soul.
Thinking of this, everyone was frightened, but no one was too scared.
"The mysterious things that happened today, especially the scene of my father's departure, should not be made public." After Chen Zhao eased his sadness, he whispered, "Put me in mourning, and I will go to the palace to report my funeral to His Majesty." …”
The rainy night continued, and away from the Chen Mansion, which was filled with cries, a man and an ox were now outside the city, heading north. There was a lone figure behind him, it was Chen Qingzhi. He stopped and turned around, looking I felt reluctant to leave the city where I had lived all my life, so I immediately bowed down and bowed down.
Once you go, you will never come back again.
"The general has been a great leader in his life, but what regrets do he have?" The old man walked over and looked side by side at the outline of the city soaked in the rainy night.
On the side, Chen Qingzhi was silent for a while and then laughed: "If a person dies, if he has relatives and friends to care for him, what regrets do he have?"
After saying that, he turned to face the old man, raised his hands and bowed down.
"Congratulations, thank you, Zhenjun, for coming to meet me from afar."
"Tell Zhenjun to go out. Qingzhi, please follow me. Many people are looking forward to your return."
The old man smiled and offered an invitation. Chen Qingzhi laughed and extended his hand as well, "Please!"
Lifting his cloak, Chen Qingzhi turned around and turned into a wisp of smoke that disappeared into the wooden box on the back of the slow-moving old cow in front of him.
"It's time for me to go back. Once I see those friends, there will be nothing else to do in this world."
The old man took one last look at Jiankang City in the rain, murmured, put on his bamboo hat, jumped lightly, and landed firmly on the back of the cow. The old cow turned its head and looked, and was lightly kicked on the head.
"Look carefully at the road. Do you think you are still the same bull demon? When did you start practicing? You can look at it however you want."
'Moo!'
The old cow was hit on the head, barked obediently, spread its hooves, and walked northward excitedly along the official road at its feet. Through this rain curtain, there was a swollen river, and it was also raining lightly in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. , which lasts for several days at a time.
It was misty and rainy, and there were smoke and birds from the farmhouses. Occasionally, one or two old farmers and their old wives could be seen working in the fields. When they saw the old man lying on the back of the cow, he said hello kindly, and the old man on the cow's back was also the one who responded. Waved at them.
When the farmer lowered his eyes and raised them again, the old man riding the bull was no longer visible on the road.
Hua Hua...
The rapid water of the river splashed on the river bank. When the old cow saw the water, he stepped up his hooves excitedly and was about to enter the water. The old man above patted it on the head.
"Wait here for a while, an old friend is coming."
After finishing his words, Lao Niu turned his head and saw a small boat going down the river from the upper reaches on the fast river of vast water vapor, rising and falling in the fast waves.
There was a person on the boat, wearing a raincoat and holding a long pole. At first glance, it looked ordinary, but it was unusual to sail on a river with such a surge in water.
"Old sir, do you want to cross the river?"
"It passed."
The old man smiled, led the old cow to the riverside, and raised his hands towards the approaching boat, "I'm afraid your boat can't accommodate us."
"It doesn't matter, sir and the cow just come up here."
"good."
The old man smiled and nodded, then led the old cow onto the small boat. The moment he stepped on it, the narrow one-leaf boat suddenly became spacious, and could actually accommodate two people and one cow.
"Sir, sit down and the boat is sailing."
The boatman chuckled and warned, he pushed the pole to the river shoal, pushed the boat away from the shoal, and headed towards the rapid river. The boat was light but could break through the waves, and was as steady as walking on flat ground.
"Sir, do you still remember the old turtle?"
"Haha, it seems that your Excellency has been successful in cultivating Taoism and has done many good deeds here."
The boatman raised his face slightly, and it was also the face of an old man, with a short beard, a round face, and a bright red face. He smiled and said: "Thanks to Mr. There is no such thing as today's situation, it's just a pity that Mr. Xiu..."
"Don't mention the old things." The old man on the boat smiled and waved his hand to interrupt the other person's next words, "The fate of the world, there are shallow and deep, it should be mine, naturally it is mine, no matter what Yes, if you use it for your own use, you are just deceiving yourself and others."
"What the teacher taught me is that the old turtle is showing off his appearance."
When the boat arrived at the river bank, the old turtle came down to see them off. He hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Sir, the old turtle has something to say."
"Oh? What makes you hesitate?"
"Someone asked Lao Yuan to bring a message. He said he wanted to see you." Lao Yuan pointed to the road leading up to the river bank and pointed all the way to the right: "There is a pavilion ahead of this road, and the man is there. There."
"good."
The old man nodded, got on the old cow, and walked up. The old turtle chased behind him, "Sir, don't ask who it is?"
"Didn't you already know this in the past? Why ask again."
In the sound of words, one person and one cow have already walked up the official road. Following the direction pointed by the old turtle, they can see a pavilion standing on the riverside in the distance.
In the misty rain, the octagonal eaves of the pavilion, the painted red wooden pillars, and the wind chimes under the eaves tinkled... they kept ringing in the wind.
As he passed by, he saw a figure in a dark robe standing in the pavilion with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at the steamy river flowing eastward.
"Chen Yuan, have you ever regretted it?"
"Tai Sui Xingjun, I'm really flattering to come here in person." The old man patted the water stains on his robe, walked into the pavilion with moisture all over his body, leaned his bamboo hat against the painted red wooden pillars, and sat down beside it.
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"If I say I don't regret it, will Mr. Xing still be angry and want to share life and death with me?"
"..."
Over there, an old man named Yin Jiao turned his head and looked at the smiling old man silently. There was no trace of fear on the other man's face. The pavilion was quiet for a while, and he sighed.
"It's over... What's the use of taking it from you... Don't call me Tai Sui Xingjun anymore, I... I'm just the god of the river now."
The old man in the pavilion looked at the heavy rain outside in ecstasy, and said softly: "This rain is really like that time. It has been raining for several days in a row."
Wow!
The sound of rain got louder, and neither of them continued to talk. In the silence, there were the sounds of carriages and horses, people's shouts, and noisy sounds coming from the road in the distance.
A carriage and several guards wearing raincoats were running towards this side in the increasing rain.
"Here... there is a pavilion here. You can wait here for the rain to slow down a bit."
"We're here...there are already people here."
"Don't worry about it. Let's take shelter from the rain first."
The noisy talk had already reached outside the pavilion, and without saluting the two old men in the pavilion to say anything to disturb them, they walked in with a man and a woman in the carriage.
They were both young, one was handsome, the other was beautiful. After wiping the rain and dew on their faces, they sat down and found that there were two other old people. One was standing looking at the river, and the other was leaning against a wooden pillar with his eyes closed to meditate.
At first, I thought the two of them didn't know each other, so they didn't speak.
But after a while, the old man looking at the river suddenly said: "If you hadn't done that that day, the world might have been different. What do you think it would be like?"
The sudden words made the bystanders hiding in the pavilion look at the two people in surprise, and couldn't help but express curiosity.
"Maybe... the people are in dire straits and starving everywhere."
Chen Yuan, who was leaning against the wooden pillar, opened his eyes and said this.