Lincheng Hua Mo Introducing Chapter: Old Nursery Rhymes under Heavy Doors
I have been wandering around for more than twenty years and have nothing but thousands of rolls of grass and three hundred broken knives and halberds. I remember a few past events and recall a few old friends. Although I don't have endless wealth, I don't lack books, wine, wine and meat.
I am like a deity enjoying my life, but I still can't hide from my past sins and ghosts blocking my door during the day.
The young master is dressed in white like snow, with a golden phoenix crown and a jade dragon hairpin. The oil umbrella in his hand must have come from the Jinling opera house. It is exquisite and beautiful, and I really like it. This young master with thick eyebrows and dark eyes is coming alone.
I ordered the boy to cook wine and stew meat as a guest of honor, and also sent someone to take out a thousand grass rolls and ten broken swords.
The young man in white bowed and saluted, and asked: "My father told me that there is an old friend in Luohua outside Hangzhou. It is impossible to know the past and the present. If you want to understand the world, you need to understand the past, so I came here to ask about the past, sir."
Carefully take a look at this young man in white. His eyebrows are like sharp edges, his eyes are like stars, and his ears are blessed. However, he has a flat nose and a bad writing style. He is gentle, elegant, humble and polite, and seems to be a gentleman.
Compared with fresh new tea, I prefer old white tea. The water in the pot on the charcoal is boiled, and the tea is brewed and waits for the fragrance to bloom.
"I wonder what old past events you want to know, Master?"
"My father, my husband, and the general were involved in the rebellion and treason twenty years ago."
The tea in his hand almost oozed out. Although he understood that the young man in white came here for this and no other purpose, when he mentioned nineteen years ago and thought about the twenty years of walking dead, he couldn't help but feel that nothing had happened. The child took out the broken sword rolled in grass and lifted it up.
An orange-red broken sword, two fingers slowly caressed the sword: "This sword is called Wuyu. It was the sword worn by the great hero Zhong Xihou in the past. It is three feet and three feet long. It ranks No. 1 in the Zhiwuwuyan sword book.
7. Mr. Zhuge, the literary sword sage, is called the chivalrous sword. Master, do you know who Zhong Xihou is?"
The young man in white thought for a while, took a sip of tea, and replied softly: "In the past, the lord of the city that never sleeps in the west, the flower fell in the west city, Zhong Xihou."
Zhongxihou! Zhongxihou? Zhongxihou.
Twenty years ago, this name was enough to buy tens of millions of apartments in Guangzhou and countless beauties and jewels. Year after year, apart from the former Lord of the Nightless City, what else is left of this name?
The young man in white frowned slightly, as if he had seen this sword before.
After a few moments of hesitation, he asked: "Sir, is the sword that Marquis Zhong Xi wore in the past matched with the sword of the now famous Lin Sanlang?"
Hayashi Saburo? Hayashi Saburo.
It is true that time makes people grow old, and a new generation replaces the old one. Without nodding or denying, yes or no, why bother to comment after you have retired from the world?
The young man in white asked again: "Sir, since I entered the house, I have never asked who my father is, nor why. Could it be that you have been waiting for this day?"
Naturally, I am waiting for this day. I can share the same hatred with the enemy, but it is difficult to be rich and noble. Is this the case for kings of all ages? I stood up, slowed down my shins, and walked a few more steps. I looked at the rustling rain outside the house. If it was a sunny day, I could still see peach blossoms in full bloom.
, ups and downs, very beautiful.
"It has only been twenty years, how can you not recognize the son of an old friend? I dare to ask the young master, your father and the general, in recent years
How is it?"
The young man in white paused and hesitated for a long time before answering: "My father has been plagued by nightmares in recent years and has been moody. He needs to take the tranquilizing pills prepared by the fairy at night, and when he wakes up, he needs to drink the Awakening Dew before he dares to see anyone."
"Oh, it's a pity that I'm no longer young and I'm still a slut, so I can't be of much help. What about the general?"
The expression on the white-clothed young man's face became even worse. After he thought for a moment, he answered: "The general disappeared from the government and the public three years ago. There is no news about him. I asked his wife, children and people in the family, but they are nowhere to be found."
This old guy was so ambitious in the past, and now he has achieved great things. Does he regret it or is he tired of it?
He picked up a dagger less than two feet tall. The dagger was intact. Although it had not been used for many years, it still had its edge.
Thinking that the young man in white recognized the dagger, he quickly stood up, squatted down, and took out a dagger of a similar style but with different carvings and colors from his boots.
I looked at it and laughed. Old thing, old thing, I still fell into your trap after all.
"Master, do you know the story about the general and these swords?"
The white-clothed young man nodded, paused for a while, shook his head again, and stopped moving. After thinking for a while, he asked again: "I heard that there are three such daggers. The general has one in this...
When the young master was ten years old, I gave him one as a gift and left it at my husband’s place. Where is the third one?”
He picked up the dagger and wiped it with his sleeve. The child handed over the wooden scabbard that had been prepared. He put the dagger into the scabbard and handed it to the young man in white: "I have been a wild crane for many years. I don't want to work hard anymore. I hope you will forgive me for this."
I present the seven-star dagger to you today, and I hope you can send a message to your father."
The young man in white understood that this was an order to expel guests, so he respectfully moved from sitting to kneeling, and took the dagger: "Sir, please say..."
Look at the young man in white again. He looks so handsome. He is indeed your son and son. He coughed a few times and cheered up: "Young Master, listen up. You are a swine and a dog..."
When the young man in white heard that the words were curses, he was very vicious. He leaned on the straw mat, stood up, and dropped the dagger on the ground. He wanted to curse but couldn't find the words to curse. I couldn't hold back,
He laughed out loud, but the boy beside him knew some sense of propriety, so he covered his mouth and chuckled, making the young man in white feel very uncomfortable.
"It seems that your father rarely mentions the past, so I just paraphrase the original words. That's fine, Tong'er, get the pen and ink." Tong'er stepped back and soon got the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
I picked up my pen and thought about it, and wrote: "In the spring of the 21st year of the New Dragon Calendar, I met Shiro when he was traveling eastward to the Luohuaqi. The broken blade recalled the past, the dark wind cut off the thread, and there was no dream last night. I still remember the bones buried in the yellow sand, and the halberd broken in the beacon smoke.
How many people sigh at the world and laugh at the ruthlessness. Children of the same age do not know each other. What is the blessing and misfortune? The walls of the old building have collapsed, the wooden doors have rotted due to rain, and the green grass is taller than the people. The false stories only add to the helplessness. I was sick last year, and I dreamed of meeting a white cow and a black horse.
It’s a local pronunciation, it’s just a saying, don’t forget each other even if you are rich and noble, but you get other people’s wedding clothes and other people’s dowry. When the east wind dissipates, the floating stories and short stories, love, hatred, gratitude and resentment, laugh at it.”
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After drying the ink, he folded the yellow paper and put it in an envelope, and handed it to the young master in white together with the broken sword and grass scroll. The young master in white was about to ask but stopped, stood up and saluted, and ordered his servant to pack up the broken sword and grass scroll and send it away to his old friend.
The boy who had been sent out earlier came to the hall with wine and meat, but no guests were seen. He was looking around and drank: "Don't look anymore, go and get a few more small cups and a few pairs of chopsticks. Today I will be with you guys."
A drunken brat thinks it's fun to listen to the rain."
The child hesitated for a moment, didn't dare to ask, and ran back to get the cup and chopsticks.
After the meat and wine was over, Tong'er's brows remained unchanged and he asked: "You kid, what do you have to worry about when you have wine and meat?"
The child hesitated to speak, he was tangled up and asked softly: "The swords sir gave to that young master were all famous in the past. What was written in the scroll that sir gave to that young master? Why did the gentleman obviously not answer the young master's question?"
I was confused, but when the young master left, the boy didn't see the slightest bit of displeasure on his face."
Hearing that the boy was worrying about this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. He put down his chopsticks and sipped a few more drinks. He looked at the falling rain and took a long breath: "Do you feel tired of the rustling rain? But once upon a time,
Some people learn the sword by listening to the rain, some learn the Tao by admiring the snow, and some people are disheartened and give up on eternal life. Anyway, while I have nothing to do today, and I am drunk and drunk, I will tell you how your husband was so energetic in the past.
Talking with the Confucians, your husband, there have been many heroes, famous Confucians and beauties around you..."
The boy asked again: "Sir, if you can live forever by cultivating immortality and enlightening yourself, what kind of practice can you be considered a cultivator of immortality?"
The gentleman stretched out his hand that was neither too big nor too old, caressed the boy's head, chuckled a few times, and listened to his explanation: "Ten thousand people in the world are ten thousand cultivators; if you know how to get people, you will know them."
He is the Immortal of Enlightenment."
Looking at these dolls, they look pretty good at their age.
The world is so big and the rivers and lakes are so far away, there are countless legends brewing one by one.
Today's story contains all kinds of stories about the great Ye Dynasty, regardless of high or low, or priority.
There is a fierce tiger that dominates the western land and is trapped by love words, there are ghosts and phoenixes born in the underworld that are difficult to break up with, there is the destined emperor who sheds the aura of an imperial dragon, there is a nine-clawed black python that defies nature and transforms into a dragon, and it is as old as age.
The evil hero of Turtle laments the pain of eternal life, and the swordsman who has been asking questions all his life does not know where he has returned.
See, the Buddha came into the world in order to observe the ten thousand Zen in the world, the wolf king outside the wall lowered his head to start a prairie fire, the prince of the feudal land protected the common people without losing his humanity, and the orphan of the royal family carried the wind and cloud to rectify his name.
I also heard that the ancient king was unable to find his son, the master and his disciples resolved their millennium misunderstanding over a cup of wine, the talented man saved the world from reincarnation, and the genius evildoer protected his brothers and feet before returning to the underworld.
In a catastrophe, generals may die in hundreds of battles, heroes may fight with swords, and ordinary people may rise to the level of fighting. I can listen to books before tea and after meals, but do I have any regrets in my life?
There are all kinds of stories, and each story has a protagonist. However, after listening to this story, we will talk about who makes a living, who is a poor person, who is a pure person, who is a bad person, and who is ugly.