In the early summer of the sixth year of Xiping, the weather was warm and warm. After a slight drizzle, the entire Mang Mountain was surrounded by a vague layer of fog, and the rising sun shot out a brilliant platinum brilliance.
A hazy colorful line is temporarily rendered on it, extending continuously to the horizon along the ridge of Mang Mountain. In addition, the misty wind blows gently on the mountain road, and the green forest forms waves. No matter whether it is far or near, it makes the young people who are about to climb the mountain feel relaxed and happy.
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Most of these teenagers were dressed as Confucian scholars, wearing long robes of various colors, turbans and turbans on their heads, and a pair of wooden clogs that had just been replaced with straw ropes on their feet. Everyone was in high spirits. In addition, there were about six people following them.
There was a Cangtou servant and two pack horses. The packs on the backs of the pack horses were filled to the brim. If you took a step or two, you could hear the sound of drinks sloshing among them.
Yuan Benchu, the oldest, stood at the front. His face was already outstanding, but against the gorgeous brocade, he looked even more radiant at the moment, like Kunshan white jade. The several teenagers following him were all dressed similarly, but
They are slightly younger. Among them, the older Cao Cao and Xu You have already served as Langguan in the mansion of Taiwei Yuan Wei. The other young Confucians Yuan Shu, Zhang Miao, Bao Xin and others have not yet had time to serve in Yuan Dynasty, so they have to wear their hair.
Put it on your head and secure it with a bun.
They were obviously going to have fun on Mang Mountain. When they passed the checkpoint at the foot of Mang Mountain, the soldiers guarding the road saw that they were unusual at a glance. After a cursory look at the road sign, they let them set foot on the mountain road. Wait.
They walked far away, and the leading officials couldn't help but discuss: Last year, His Majesty expanded the scope of the party's imprisonment and made many clan and county officials locked up in their homes. However, these teenagers can still play freely around Mang Mountain. It must be another ten or two years.
In ten years, they will all be important figures in the government.
The young men didn't care what these white bodies said. They were in their prime at this time and only cared about their own thoughts. The climb to Mang Mountain this time was just a whim of Cao Cao, who suggested to Yuan Shao that he wanted to pay homage to the ancients.
tombs and enjoy the wonderful scenery of Mang Mountain.
But teenagers are teenagers after all. After walking for a while among the mountain roads full of tombs, they soon got tired of them. After all, no matter how many ancient tombs there are, they can't see the difference in their eyes, and they won't have any emotion: It's just the same.
Scratching the loess and not being able to admire the greatness of the sages, what can we admire? After thinking of this, the teenagers began to run on the mountain road. They took steps like a carnival, constantly passing people around them who had changed.
Historical names: Yi Yin, Boyi, Shu Qi, Zhang Yi, Su Qin, Lu Buwei... These earthen mounds surrounded by green grass silently watched the footsteps of the young people, watching them run all the way up the ridge of Mang Mountain.
That afternoon, Cao Cao had already reached the front. Although he was short, he seemed to have infinite power in his body, allowing him to nimbly shuttle under various branches. When everyone was left behind, he gave birth to
An unconcealable joy, wanting to keep running, as if he had turned into the wind, and all the trees were swaying to his own rhythm. Until he was exhausted and stopped panting, he looked back at the way he came.
He found that the bushes had covered it. This made Cao Cao a little proud. Then he looked around and found that he had almost climbed to the top of Mang Mountain. There was a big rock dozens of steps away, and there were no trees around to block his view.
, it can be used as a platform overlooking the north and south.
Cao Cao climbed up with great effort. After standing up straight, his sweat became cool due to the breeze. He looked to the north and saw the turbid Yellow River rushing from the west, constantly lapping at both banks, and then stirring up one after another.
Many small boats are ferrying among the snow-white waves. No matter how experienced the fisherman is at the helm, the boats will inevitably sway due to the rapids. But no matter how the movement in the river changes, the willow trees on both sides are completely aloof and only respond to the breeze.
With a slight response, groups of wild geese flew overhead, which was so commonplace that they did not circle around for a moment. For some reason, this combination of movement and stillness made Cao Cao feel relaxed and happy, and he watched it condescendingly for a long time.
, suddenly said to himself: "The Duke of Zhou spits out food, and the world returns to its heart!"
Unexpectedly, at this time, a voice came from beside him and said: "Duke Zhou is not buried here, you should mourn Yi Yin." These words were so abrupt that Cao Cao almost thought it was a mountain monster jumping out. But he looked around.
, the person who spoke turned out to be a young man. It turned out that he was sitting on the other side of the big rock. Cao Cao didn't notice it when he climbed up. Seeing that the young man was about the same age as Yuan Shu, Cao Cao wanted to put on airs and scold him, but he bumped into the young man with him.
With the gentle smile in his eyes, he somehow opened his mouth, as if there was some amazing power in it.
Cao Cao had no choice but to say: "The characters in Mang Mountain are all boring, so I only pay tribute to Duke Zhou."
But the young man refused to give up and asked: "Duke Zhou is the younger brother of King Wu, so he can feed the world. Is it possible that you are a clan member of the Han Dynasty?"
This question made Cao Cao angry, and he retorted: "It is true that I am not a member of the Han family, but can't I help the country? I never look at my family background. Speaking of which, my ambition is greater than that of Duke Zhou.
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"Oh? Unexpectedly, I met a strange man today? What are your ambitions?"
Hearing the young man touting himself as a wonderful man, Cao Cao was a little excited, but when it came to his specific ambition, he was a little hesitant: "I, I plan to be a general of the Han Dynasty in the Western Conquest, just like Duan Taiwei, who will bring peace to the country."
Hu pushed back the barbarians. First defeated the Western Qiang, then invaded the Three Koreas, slaughtered Jiaozhi, and made great contributions to Xianbei! Leave a good name in the history of Qing Dynasty, and protect all people in peace!" At first, Cao Cao was a little timid, but as he talked, he became excited again, and he
The sound became louder and louder, until finally it sounded like the cry of wild geese.
However, the young man's reaction was beyond Cao Cao's expectations. He did not look down upon him or agree with him, but looked at himself and said in an extremely calm chanting tone: "Fighting for the country and asking for orders for the people are all.
It’s a good ambition, but it’s too difficult to achieve.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! These words made Cao Cao feel like a confidant. He jumped off the boulder, patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are younger than me, how can you talk?
So mature? When you are young, you should be high-spirited! If you don’t dream now, what will you have to miss when you get old?"
The young man didn't reply. He turned around and looked back to the south of Mang Mountain. Cao Cao looked over and saw Luoyang City under the sun. At this time, the sun was shining slantly on this thousand-year-old city, and he could see several wide official roads surrounded by mountains.
The road runs through it, leading to countless streets, which divide the Luoyang Basin into a grid, and many black-spot-like houses are dotted in it. The wheat in early summer has already grown, and you can see the lush
The green wheat waves are rising, and the pure white smoke is rising from the houses, and many farmers who are as hard-working as ants are still working in the fields. Everything is peaceful and beautiful.
This kind of peace that seemed to last forever infected Cao Cao, causing him to have an idea: Have there really been so many great generals and battles in this world? Shouldn't life in the world be like this?
It was like this tens of thousands of years ago, and will it be like this tens of thousands of years later? But he then thought that it was precisely because of those characters that such a great and ordinary scene existed.
At this time, Cao Cao turned his attention to the young man beside him and found that his eyelids were slightly drooped, and there was a hint of sadness in his pupils. He was a little curious and asked directly: "What are you thinking about?"
The young man glanced at him and said, "I didn't think about anything, I just like it here, so I often come here to overlook it."
Cao Cao changed his question and asked again: "Then what is your ambition?"
The young man was stunned. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, obviously thinking about whether to answer this question. But seeing Cao Cao's sincere eyes, he still answered: "My ambition is that after passing this life, I can be guilt-free.
Keep it in mind!"
This sentence greatly disappointed Cao Cao. He shook his head and said: "What kind of ambition is this? Do you want to be a hermit?" He continued to look at the lush Xiong'er Mountain and Liuyun in the south, pointed to the sky and said: "The sky and the earth are so diverse, like thousands of armies.
After a while, you see, is it possible that a barrier and a heroic ambition are not born in the chest?"
But the young man said: "You don't understand. Being a hero is simpler than this. Xiang Yu destroyed the cauldron and destroyed the Qin Dynasty. After Gai was defeated, he had no face to face his elders in Jiangdong; Shizong expanded the land and conquered the sea. He lost his son in old age and later became a shaman.
He was poisoned and heartbroken; let alone Xiaobai starved to death over the high wall, Zulong collapsed on the sand dunes, Bai Qi was ordered to commit suicide, and Wu Qi was attacked by hundreds of arrows. Throughout the ages, how many heroes have had a satisfactory ending? That’s why I
It is my ambition to live a life with no regrets."
Cao Cao was originally high-spirited, but after hearing the young man scolding these people, he quickly became discouraged. He found that someone had painted a picture that he had not thought about in the past, which was how many thorns there were on this road, perhaps more than
He thought he was much crueler. But he quickly realized that the boy in front of him was younger than himself, so why did he sound so old-fashioned? So he asked with a smile: "You still haven't said, what do you want to do?"
When the young man saw him smiling, he laughed too. He said, "I don't know either, so I'm speaking in a vague tone. I just hope that when I get older, I will still be who I am now and won't change."
Cao Cao understood a little now. In fact, the young man was saying to stick to his ideals and never give up, so he patted the young man on the back and said, "Then you and I are of the same mind!"
At this time, Yuan Shao's voice could be heard faintly in the distance. He must have lost track of Cao Cao and was anxiously calling for his companions! Cao Cao knew that he was going back to the team, so he responded in the direction he came from and looked at him apologetically.
The young man wanted to stop this conversation that started and ended inexplicably. He said: "My surname is Cao Cao, my given name is Mengde. I am the son of Dahonglu Cao Song. What is your name?"
The young man looked at him with wide eyes, and after a long time he replied: "My surname is Chen Mingchong, and my courtesy name is Tingjian. My family ancestor is Chen Shi, the chief of Taiqiu."
Cao Cao said "Oh" and climbed back quickly. As he walked, he waved to Chen Chong and said, "Chen Tingjian! I remember you!"
The young Cao Cao made a big move. He jumped to the other side of the stone, and his legs made a clear grass mark. The surrounding bushes swayed, as if pearls were shaken off. And his voice was even louder.
The top of Mang Mountain continued to reverberate, just like the young man's spirit, which seemed to pierce the thick and endless sky. Chen Chong watched him until his figure was obscured by the trees, and then slowly looked back to look at the setting sun over Luoyang, with the vast colorful clouds.
On the once pure clouds, it seems that the sky is responding to the boy's call.
This scene made the sixteen-year-old Chen Chong smile, but he soon fell into a daze again and couldn't help but think: Who will be here with me tomorrow?