Leaving the painted moon intoxicated in the gorgeous lanterns, Zhou Jun walked into the inner room of the watchtower alone.
Seeing his arrival, the three people in the room were all stunned.
Zhou Jun first bowed to Master Mao Shun and then said to Jin Youji and Liu Xiaoxian: "Follow me to see Liu Yushi. Only he can save you father and daughter."
Jin Youji hesitated: "Can Yushi Liu really keep my daughter safe?"
Liu Xiaoxian sneered at the side and said: "Master Zhou only talks big words, and Censor Liu is only an eighth-level supervisory censor. How can he protect me?"
Zhou Jun: "If you don't go to see Liu Yushi, if you are killed, you will only die as a musician; if you go to meet Liu Yushi to meet the saint, if the thief dares to harm you again, it will be like asking for trouble. If you are a thief with a guilty conscience, you will definitely attract people."
The saint is suspicious. Choosing the second path, although it is also dangerous, at least you and your father still have a glimmer of hope."
Liu Xiaoxian lowered his head and pondered, and then said: "I will not choose either of these two paths. As long as I can avoid being hunted during this period of time and take advantage of those evil people to relax their vigilance, I can escape from Luoyang, hide my name, and start over."
After hearing this, Zhou Jun shook his head and sighed: "Do you really think you can escape from here?"
At this time, Jin Youji begged Zhou Jun: "Master Zhou, I have asked my friends to contact the ship to Silla. My daughter and I are of a humble nature and cannot afford the intrigues between nobles.
Please let us live."
Before Zhou Jun could speak, Liu Xiaoxian suddenly shouted: "I won't go back to Silla with you!"
Jin Youji turned around and said to Liu Xiaoxian: "That's your hometown, the village where you grew up!"
Liu Xiaoxian said coldly: "In that kind of place, you are so poor that you have to count the grains of rice when you put it into the pot, you are so poor that you have to share a piece of coarse cloth with the whole family, you are so poor that you can't afford medicine when you get sick, and you can only wait to die! What do you mean?
The village there is lifeless every day, running around for a bite of food, but it is just a cemetery with no hope and no future!"
Jin Youji shouted with excitement: "No matter how poor it is, it is still your home!"
Liu Xiaoxian widened his eyes and scolded Jin Youji: "I have eaten delicacies from the mountains and the sea, worn silk and satin, and lived in high-rise mansions. In this Tang Dynasty, even if I drank wine to make up for my laughter and sold my flesh and blood, at least I lived a good life.
Human life. But in the "home" you call, my mother-in-law is sick and has no money to buy medicine. In order not to drag down her family, she can only go to the mountains alone to seek death... What is that?! That's not even a dog.
A life I want to live!”
There was a crisp snap.
Hua Yue heard the voice and rushed inside. She saw Liu Xiaoxian covering her cheek and Jin Youji looking at his palm, but he was at a loss.
Jin Youji stayed for a long time, and then he said quietly to Liu Xiaoxian: "Chunying, Aye didn't mean it..."
Liu Xiaoxian stood up, looked at Jin Youji angrily, and said coldly: "Don't mention that name again! From the day I left Silla, you are no longer my Aye, and neither am I.
Chunying. I only have one name now - Liu Xiaoxian!"
After saying this, Liu Xiaoxian quickly rushed out of the inner room, followed the ladder, and went down to the watchtower.
Jin Youji hesitated for a moment and then ran out.
After a while, only Mao Shun, Zhou Jun and Hua Yue were left in the inner room of the watchtower.
Mao Shun looked through the window of the watchtower at the imperial city outside the lamp tower. In the Hanyuan Hall in the center of the imperial city, it was brightly lit and full of singing and laughter. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Zhou Jun originally wanted to go down to the watchtower to look for Liu Xiaoxian and Jin Youji, but he knew that this was not a good time to talk, so he stayed.
Huayue first looked at Zhou Jun and then said to Mao Shun: "Master, is that "Jianghong Jing" your work?"
Mao Shun was stunned, turned around and asked Huayue: "Did Erlang show you that book?"
Huayue nodded.
Mao Shun selected a few pages from the book and asked Hua Yue questions. Unexpectedly, the latter not only answered fluently, but also drew inferences from one instance and put forward many new insights.
Mao Shun was overjoyed when he heard this and said to Zhou Jun: "Erlang, this woman is really a rare craftsman talent!"
Zhou Jun nodded. Hua Yue Ben was the daughter of the governor of Khorasan Province. She also studied under the imperial court of Dashi for many years, so she naturally had an excellent foundation in craftsmanship.
Hua Yue asked Mao Shun again: "Although I have read the "Craftsman Hong Jing", there are still many craftsmanship techniques in it that are profound and difficult to understand. I hope to ask you for more advice."
When Mao Shun heard this, he looked bitter and did not answer. He just waved his hand.
Zhou Jun saw this and became suspicious, so he asked Mao Shun: "Master, when you gave the "Jianghong Jing" to Jun, was it because of trouble at home?"
Master Mao Shun just shook his head and said: "It's okay. You took this girl and left the lantern building earlier... By the way, take Jin Youji and his daughter with you."
Hearing this, Huayue changed her mind and asked Mao Shun: "Master, the last time I came to the lamp tower, when I passed the arch, I discovered a strange thing. Even if fuel is prepared for all the lamp rooms,
But the tung oil prepared there is too much."
Hearing Hua Yue's words, Zhou Jun's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked Mao Shun, "Mao Jiang, is it possible that you want to burn down this lantern tower of the Supreme Immortal?"
Mao Shun slowly sat on the wooden beam, looked at the bright moon and stars outside the window, and said softly: "This lantern tower may last longer in people's hearts if it is burned than if it is kept."
Zhou Jun frowned, walked to Mao Shun, and asked: "This lantern tower is the crystallization of your hard work, why should you destroy it?"
Mao Shun raised his head, looked at Zhou Jun and said, "The Tianshu Tower back then was the work of my mother's painstaking efforts. Wasn't it just ruined?"
Zhou Jun: "Master, are you resentful of the imperial court?"
Mao Shun smiled bitterly and said: "So what about resentment? So what about regret? So what about misery? In the final analysis, we are just insignificant craftsmen. An imperial edict in the palace can destroy our lifelong efforts, but we can
All I did was just watch from the sidelines."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "When my mother heard that the Tianshu Tower was demolished by decree, she knelt in the snow, facing the north and cried. In the end, she was exhausted and passed away. What could she have done?
What?"
Zhou Jun slowly sat down next to Mao Shun and whispered: "But Master, have you ever thought about what problems can be solved by burning down this lantern tower of the Supreme Immortal?"
Mao Shun shook his head and said: "I know that burning this lantern building will not solve any problems, and craftsmen will still be regarded as a lowly profession... But I just want to use this lantern building to save my own life, to fight for one breath, to fight for one
The spirit of a craftsman!"
"I want to burn down this lantern tower and tell the dignitaries, and even the emperor sitting on the throne, that craftsmen are not hammers and chisels in their hands. They use them when they are useful and throw them away when they are useless. Craftsmen also have tempers and backbones.
of!"
Zhou Jun was silent for a long time, and then said to Mao Shun: "If the master dies here, maybe within ten days and a half, this matter can still become a topic of conversation after dinner. But if it takes more time, people will forget what happened here.
Everything, even in the history books, there is only one sentence about the burning of the Shangyuan Lantern Tower."
"Instead of fighting for this breath, the master should save his life, find another place, put his lifelong learning to the extreme, and create many shocking craftsmanship that can leave his name in history, and use this method to rectify the name of the craftsman."
Mao Shun: "Most of the world despises craftsmen, so where can I show my ambition?"
Zhou Jun: "If there is no such place, then open up a place. There will always be people with the same views as Master Mao Shun among all living beings in the world. When these people gather together and work together, we will be able to achieve success."
It can create a blessed place for craftsmen!”
Mao Shun stared into Zhou Jun's eyes and asked, "Can we really find like-minded people to create a blessed place for craftsmen?"
Zhou Jun: "If you don't try, how will you know whether it can work?"
After hearing this, Mao Shun closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then whispered to himself: "That's right. I don't even care about my life, so why not try to open up new land?"
After thinking about this, Mao Shun smiled.
He said to Zhou Jun: "There are various forms of living beings in the world. There are mediocre people who regard craftsmen as tools. Naturally, there are also wise men like Erlang who are well versed in craftsmanship. Rather than risking your life lightly, it is better to find another way... I didn't expect that I
I have wasted all my years, but I can’t see as clearly as Ichiro.”
Seeing Mao Shun change his mind, Zhou Jun breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and said to Hua Yue: "Liu Xiaoxian and Jin Youji are still down there... Let's go down."