Chapter 719 The Old Man from Peach Blossom Spring [Please vote for me!]
As the sun sets and dusk falls, the fishermen sing late.
On the south bank between the two peaks, next to the official road.
A large Zhou Dynasty princess-sized carriage was parked by the roadside.
The White Tiger Guards patrolling around seemed not to be surprised by the carriage, and no one came forward to interrogate it.
It's just that the current shaft of the car is a bit strange.
There was no one in the carriage, but there was someone behind the curtain on the carriage.
Wei Anhui looked at the sun setting in the distance "downcast" through the rose-red tulle on the carriage shaft.
Regarding the perspective, the setting red sun happened to be between the south peak and the north peak of the twin peaks, and it fell behind the river in the middle.
Wei Anhui looked a little lost in thought.
Once upon a time, a retainer of the Wei family came from the east coast. When presenting a treasure to her father, His Royal Highness, Prince Liang, he told her that the sun on earth rises from the end of the East China Sea every day, and as it goes west, it is suspected that it will also fall.
Similar to "Western Sea".
When Wei Anhui was a child, he overheard outside the palace gate and wondered more than once whether a fireball as big as the sun would make a "stinging" sound similar to that of a soldering iron and water every time it fell into the sea. Is it normal?
The sound is ten thousand times louder.
Even now, she still thinks about it occasionally, but she no longer has the perplexing obsession she had when she was a child, because now she understands that there are many things in the world that have no answers, so why bother herself so often.
"Why is the princess coming out?"
Just when Wei Anhui was lost in thought, Wei Wu came from a distance and climbed into the carriage's driver's seat.
He still looks the same as before.
The groom's clothing and a white cloth strip on his head.
Wei Anhui withdrew his gaze and looked at Wei Wu, and found that there seemed to be a string of beads in his hand, which he had put into his sleeve. His appearance was unclear, and it seemed that they were given by his uncle, King Wei.
Speaking of similar Buddhist beads, Sister Rong seems to have a bunch of white jade ones in her hand...
Seeing Wei Anhui dumbfounded and silent, Wei Wu asked again:
"Where is that purple dress? Has the princess met Rong Nushi?"
Wei Anhui shook his head.
"Sister Rong didn't see me. I asked Commander Yi to send the skirt in. She just came back from Xunyang City and passed by here..."
Wei Wu nodded lightly.
Wei Anhui glanced in the direction of Xunyang Grottoes and asked:
"What did Uncle Wu just do?"
Wei Wudao lowered his eyes: "I will go and collect the third son's memorial tablet and ashes. The princess will take them back the next day."
"good."
Wei Anhui pursed her lower lip. Wei Wu suddenly asked:
"Why did the princess invite Li Fusu? Didn't you let us invite him before? Why did you take the initiative to invite him this time?"
Wei Wu turned around and couldn't see the specific expression of the little princess behind the rose-red curtain. He could only see her seemingly bowing her head.
Wei Anhui did not answer, but asked:
"Uncle Wu, why do you want me to leave early on the 15th?"
Wei Wu did not blame him for the previous incident, and nodded with a dull expression:
"That day could be dangerous."
Wei Anhui asked: "Are there rebels? Then it won't be dangerous for us to go to Hukou County. I heard that there are water thieves there, and the officers and soldiers are suppressing the bandits."
Wei Wu shook his head: "We have sent people to make arrangements in advance. Princess, you can rest assured and just set off."
Wei Anhui whispered: "Don't worry and go there..."
She felt the carriage beneath her suddenly start to move. It was Wei Wu starting the carriage.
The man with a Chinese character who was driving suddenly said:
"Princess, he doesn't seem to be responding to you this time. It's useless for you to call him."
Wei Anhui behind the curtain said nothing.
…
"Wu...Mr. Wu."
In Xingzifang and Chengtian Temple, two old friends were meeting again in front of a courtyard.
Yuan Huaimin couldn't help shouting.
The lean little old man patted his shoulder, looked him up and down with some satisfaction, and asked kindly:
"Why, don't you invite me to come in and sit down?"
Yuan Huaimin's first reaction was to pass by the lean old man a little nervously and walk outside the door. He looked around at the alleys around him, as if he was worried about something.
"I'm only one person, little Huaimin doesn't need to look any further."
The lean little old man waved his hands and said calmly.
Yuan Huaimin confirmed that no one was around, turned around, and found that Mr. Wu had walked into the yard with his hands behind his back.
He had no choice but to follow in, close the courtyard door tightly, hang up a wooden sign, and refuse visitors.
The lean little old man first walked around the courtyard with great interest.
Yuan Huaimin followed behind, feeling a little at a loss.
He is obviously tall and tall, but he is as reserved as a little daughter-in-law when he is following behind a skinny old man.
"Is this your yard for two people to live in?"
"Um."
"You are the same wherever you are. You are alone and live a comfortable life. No matter what your situation is, as long as there is wine and music. When I first saw you in the ruined temple in Chang'an, I knew you were such a person. Drinking
I was so drunk that I didn't know where I was when I woke up. I even licked my face and asked my husband to borrow money.
"I was so poor that I painted for bald donkeys at that time. I'm quite old. I can't lend you any money. I'm really not ashamed. You even boasted to Haikou that day, saying that your ancestors were rich, that they had a lot of money and spent money like water.
, take me back some day, take whatever you want, and your ancestors will pay... As a result, I didn’t see you paying off the debt until I left Chang’an, hahaha.
Yuan Huaimin felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.
Can't help but say:
"But I still took you back, Mr. Wu, and gave you things. I fulfilled my promise. Only now do I know that the things I gave you back then will cause great trouble..."
Wu Daozi didn't seem to hear, he moved forward with his hands behind his back and said with a smile:
"However, your optimism and open-mindedness, as if you are coming back after all your money has been spent, are very to my liking."
Yuan Huaimin wanted to speak but stopped.
Wu Daozi suddenly stopped in front of a study room. His originally smiling expression was stunned for a moment, and with a soft "Huh", he walked into the room, picked up a stack of scrolls on the table, and looked at it carefully.
Wu Daozi turned around and said somewhat seriously:
"You are still painting. The painting skills I taught you back then have not fallen behind at all. On the contrary, you are getting better and better. But I don't see you using it to become famous."
Yuan Huaimin shook his head: "It's just a temporary fix. Doesn't Mr. Wu also know that I want to present a painting to the saint?"
Wu Daozi clicked his tongue and said in surprise: "No, you are not improvising at all. You have already mastered my painting skills, so there is no need to be modest."
Yuan Huaimin said nothing.
At the same time, he did not say that during his tenure as Sima in Jiangzhou, in addition to specializing in painting, he was also obsessed with pipa music and other skills, and he recently studied straight wooden sticks with Brother Li Yu... They are all useless, or
It’s something I don’t want to use, but it’s interesting.
Wu Daozi put down the scroll, walked back to the courtyard, and sat down leisurely.
Yuan Huaimin was helpless and stepped forward to pour him tea. During the break, he lowered his eyes and said:
"I have always been puzzled. Mr. Wu, you have such superb painting skills. After you became famous for your paintings in the Chang'an Buddhist Temple, even the Second Saint came to invite you in person, and you were honored and favored. Why didn't you continue painting in the palace back then?"
"Then little Huaimin, why don't you show off your painting skills, um, and the elegance of poetry, why do you shut up, and why don't you go and praise the peaceful and prosperous times to the Queen of Zhou?"
Yuan Huaimin was speechless.
Wu Daozi took the tea cup, looked down at the tea, and asked:
"It must have been a bad fall back then. I've never seen any of your masterpieces of poetry come out. Chang'an lost a great and uninhibited talent, but Xunyang in Jiangzhou gained a shabby Sima who liked to be late drunk and late."
Yuan Huaimin whispered: "I deserve it. I shouldn't criticize the government."
Wu Daozi said calmly:
"I think your poem is right. She Wei Zhao is Si Chen, a thief who stole the country. What's wrong with the few lines of complaints in the literati's poems? Playing with the literary inquisition is the same as hiding one's ears and stealing the bell, so no one is allowed to say it?"
One hundred years later, it will still be written in the history of history that she, Wei Zhao, stole the country in the first year of Daqian Tianshou."
Yuan Huaimin waved:
"I didn't know the world at that time. I was having fun in a brothel and a Zhuguan. I was coaxed by my friends and gangsters. I talked nonsense and dared to compose any poem. I was too young and frivolous. It didn't matter if I was demoted. Later, my family was forced to protect me.
Come down, so that no one will fall to the ground... It's good to be like this now. Like Qiu Niang said, I have to learn this lesson well and can't drag them down anymore."
Wu Daozi raised his index finger with a smile and shook it:
"No, no, no, they say they tell the truth after drinking. Xiao Huaimin, if you really admitted your mistake from the bottom of your heart, you wouldn't have been silent for so many years, and you wouldn't have disobeyed the family arrangements and returned to Chang'an. There have been so many opportunities, you
You’re not sure, you’re just trying to compete like a little kid, do you really think you don’t have a breath in your heart about that matter?”
Yuan Huaimin still shook his head.
He smiled and said:
"I have lived a good life in Xunyang these years. When I think about the past in Chang'an occasionally, it is like a big dream, as if it was a lifetime ago.
"I remember the first few nights when I came to Xunyang City. Every time I saw the dark mountains outside the window, which was different from the bright lights of Chang'an that have shone for thousands of years, I was a little scared. But after looking at this scene more, I gradually realized that I
He is a lazy and lazy person who cannot adapt to the great changes in Chang'an."
Wu Daozi shook his head:
"Xiao Huaimin, you are not a vulgar person. You say you are a vulgar person, but you are not. Many people may say that you are lazy and shameless, but only I know that you are a noble person. Others laugh at you for being too lazy.
, but you laugh at others who can’t see through...
"But a noble person will not live a happy life. On the contrary, the more vulgar people are, the more comfortable they are. If you want to go smoothly, the first thing you need to do is to admit in your heart that you are a vulgar person, because this world cannot allow noble people.
If you are successful, that would be too arrogant and everyone would be dissatisfied. Do you think it is a pity or not?
"But this is not absolute, because for thousands of years, there have always been a few noble people who encountered great luck and great luck from the sky, allowing them to rise with the trend and soar for nine days, without having to fight with each other to climb up.
He became a figure that attracted worldwide attention, and he was also a hero that many children loved to read in their storybooks.
"But such people will never feel that they are just lucky or that they got lucky. Because they are arrogant, they will arrogantly think that they are extraordinary. Do you think they are angry? This makes thousands of people
How can ordinary people who work hard to climb the road of luck not feel angry and resentful?
"This, in turn, makes it more and more difficult for the same kind of noble people, the noble people who have no luck, to exist, because they will keep wrestling and wrestling until they accept the vulgarity. This is also the end of most noble people, at least
This is what I have seen...but there is one exception.
"What...what exception?"
"You are an exception." Wu Daozi looked Yuan Huaimin up and down and said with great emotion: "The more you fall, the nobler you become. Even if you fall like this, you have fallen all the way from the prosperous and wealthy Chang'an to the remote countryside of Xunyang, Jiangzhou.
, but you just don’t change, you are still very aloof, you are so arrogant at heart! You are so arrogant!”
Yuan Huaimin fell silent, all his words stuck.
Wu Daozi looked at him with meaningful eyes.
He took a sip of hot tea and suddenly said:
"Little Huaimin, if I give you a great fortune, and let you become a noble person who gets the great fortune, become a figure that attracts worldwide attention, a hero that little children love to read in story books, what if you don't want it?"
Yuan Huaimin directly turned his gaze away, looked at the ground aside, and said in a somewhat stiff tone:
"Mr. Wu, please stop making fun of me. Please leave quickly. After rejecting the saint's olive branch, the court has been looking for you these years, not to mention the previous incident, the things you took in advance from my Yuan clan's secret vault...
Come on, if you leave now, I will treat you as if you have never been here and I don’t know anything."
Wu Daozi was not anxious at all. Instead, he asked in a different way with a look of interest:
"Well, since you say you like to eat well and be lazy, and that you are a layman, how about you be more free and easy-going and I take you to a place that is more suitable for living alone and messing around?"
When the lean old man smiled, his eyes narrowed into thin slits, making him almost invisible:
"That place is called Peach Blossom Spring. You may have heard of it. The people there are nice. I've been there too."
"Peach Blossom Land?"
"Well, how about it, are you interested?"
Yuan Huaimin asked: "Is this Peach Blossom Spring the one mentioned in Peach Blossom Spring? Is there really such a place? Mr. Wu, have you found it?"
The lean little old man's smile remained unchanged: "Xiaohuai people choose one."
"No choice, what are you doing here, Mr. Wu? I am living in Xunyang, and I have nothing left to give you."
Wu Daozi calmed down and said:
"I don't want anything from you. In fact, I have always regarded you as a student, a teacher and a friend, ever since you woke up in that broken temple in Chang'an and asked me to borrow money."
Yuan Huaimin couldn't help himself, his tone became a little fierce, and a few spittles flew out:
"I also regard Mr. Wu as a teacher, but that's the limit. He is just a teacher who teaches painting. I don't want to get involved in what you want to do, and I don't want to criticize him."
He shook his head vigorously and said:
"I'm not going anywhere. Xunyang is very good. I won't leave. I don't want to have great fortunes, and I don't want to go to some peach blossom garden. I just want to stay here and live a stable life. When I have a lot of money, I will go to Xunyang Tower to listen.
Listen to the pipa, and when your money is tight, you can go to a friend's house to have a meal. When you come back from work, you can also accompany your friend to pick up sticks and branches..."
Wu Daozi asked strangely: "Then why did you present the painting to the Queen of Zhou this time? Isn't it just to flatter her and take credit for it?"
Yuan Huaimin didn't answer. He reached out and took away the lean old man's teacup somewhat rudely, and turned his head to one side.
The meaning of seeing off guests is self-explanatory.
Wu Daozi looked at him with a happy smile and asked with some sigh: