Doujin 1: Unexpectedly Seeing Whiteheads in the World - Xiao Tang
When he set foot on Wanjin Beach and entered the Yellow River, he was filled with grief and anger, but only one thought was still red and hot, and he held it tightly in his heart and refused to abandon it.
Not regretful, unwilling, unwilling.
The river water illuminated by the setting sun can no longer be seen in front of me, and the magnificent golden clouds are gradually obscured by the rising darkness. The fighting, shouting, and screams are gradually inaudible. The blood-stained armor sinks with the body, and the mouth
The river water containing coarse sand grains was choked in his nose, and his chest gradually became painful. However, his hair and limbs became strangely light, and even his severely injured left arm seemed to have resumed movement.
He remembered that when he was young, his mother once said that after death, people have to drink Meng Po soup to wash away the memories of this life and go to the human world again.
So what if he was born as a human being? Seeing that the government was dirty and the officials were strife, he angrily wrote a letter to impeach Li Gang for not knowing military skills, and then he changed his name and fled his hometown. Seeing the world overturned and Jin Ou shattered, he squandered his family wealth, recruited rebels, and defended the isolated city with blood.
, but still could not stop the iron hooves of the golden man who trampled the mountains and rivers of Guanshan. Even if he fought with his sword to the last moment, he could not save the father and the common people who trusted him wholeheartedly with his own courage.
It turns out that in this life, he has seen so much suffering and exhausted so much strength, but it is about to come to an end.
He stopped struggling and let the boundless Yellow River swallow him up. Above the dark river, and above it, were the fierce winds and scorching sun that had not changed in Shaanzhou for thousands of years.
When his soul was about to dissipate, it felt like someone was dragging his body vigorously. Leaving the cold and heavy river water, he breathed in the sweet mountain air in his lungs. He coughed painfully, and the wounds all over his body hurt. He
It was like being put into a frying pan and fried several times. Even though he had an iron-clad character, it was still unbearable. He was just afraid of being captured by the Jurchens and refused to lose his will and moan. During the jolt, he opened his eyes and reluctantly
I saw what looked like two young men dressed as Song Dynasty people. They cut a few branches, tied them with a tarpaulin, put him on it, and dragged him back to the distant camp step by step.
1,
In the autumn of the ninth year of Jianyan's reign, the emperor of the Song Dynasty made a northern expedition, and the emperor personally conquered it, which shocked the world.
Shaanzhou City is located in a fortress. It suffered a lot from military disasters during the Jingkang period. It has been ten years since the founding of the New Song Dynasty. Everyone in the city is eager to conquer Yanjing and relax their ambitions. Since the official expedition of the Zhao family, the Northern Expedition's proclamation has been recited all over the place.
At that time, all the people in Shaanzhou were in an uproar. Li Jiedu, wearing a silver helmet and silver armor, led a mighty army out of the city. Elders all over the city were sent thirty miles away, and they waited until the fluttering mainstay flag was no longer visible.
turn around.
This war was so serious that Li Yanxian only left Shao Yun to guard Pinglu, and his younger brother Li Kui was in the rear to support him. The rest of his subordinates went with the army. There was also a murderous atmosphere in Shaanzhou City. Although it was still a peaceful scene with fireworks during the day,
When the sun was still twilight, the city gates were locked early. Women and children stayed behind closed doors, and young men and women formed patrol teams. They walked along the streets every night, holding fire and sticks. When they saw unfamiliar faces, they would question them carefully to beware of the subtle tricks of the Jin people.
Shao Zhou is the younger brother of Li Yanxian's favorite Shao Yun. He is only seventeen years old this year. When Li Yanxian visited Pinglu, he saw that although he was young, he was smart and sensible. He liked him very much and took him with him to work as a service placement.
This time when the army went on an expedition, Shao Zhou accidentally contracted typhoid fever. After he recovered, he had lost his temper and could not follow. Fortunately, Shao Zhou was an optimistic person. Others sighed all day long and regretted not catching up with this violent war. He
But he was busy working in the back office and there was no complaint.
In the evening, a golden half-moon hung on the blue sky. Shao Zhou wiped his mouth hastily after dinner, hurried back to the kitchen, brought out a bowl of black hot medicinal soup, and tiptoed to get it.
He slipped into the east compartment. He had just taken a few steps when someone slapped him hard on the shoulder. Shao Zhou was so surprised that he almost spilled the medicinal soup. Then he saw that it was Liang Dagang, his familiar playmate.
, and now he is working as a guard in the government office. This man is much taller than him, and he can block half of the moonlight when he stands in front of him. He just walked quickly in small steps, but he didn't expect to be caught by this guy.
"I'm just asking you, who do you secretly cook these soups for every day? Is it the Xianzuo that you and Wang Qi dragged back that day? You usually have face in front of Jiedu, and you have to be more careful, so that Xizao doesn't sneak in.
It’s a big deal!”
Shao Zhou frowned when he heard him say that the hero he had rescued was Xiao Zuo. But he had a meek personality and was not good at arguing loudly and loudly. He just guarded the pot of medicinal soup tightly to avoid being pushed again and spilled.
It delayed the person in the room.
"You are just trying to frame a good man. The dozen or so arrowheads that were gouged out from that good man's body were Jurchens' swallow-tailed arrowheads. This must be true! Besides, the stab wound on his left arm was very serious. I'm afraid he won't be able to perform the sword dance again even if he heals.
If you don't know how to use a sword, tell me, those who kill the Jurchens are all good men, and I can't help but leave him alone on Markham Beach!"
After complaining to his friend, Shao Zhou continued to walk to the east wing. Liang Dagang's face was feverish, so he had no choice but to follow suit. He looked around first, and then lowered his voice, "But don't you think that this man looks harmonious?"
Are they too similar? No, they are exactly the same! They are just darker, thinner, and have scars on their faces!"
Shao Zhou just lowered his head and pretended not to hear, stretched out his hand to push the door of the east wing, and slipped in like a cat. Liang Dagang sighed outside and stamped his feet heavily. After all, he couldn't feel relieved and followed him in to see what was going on.
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The cold moonlight slanted in from the window lattice, illuminating the thin figure of the man on the kang, as if lying in a puddle of green jade. Seeing the two people coming in one after the other, he only slightly
After a quick glance, I was speechless.
The room was filled with a strong smell of herbs and a faint smell of blood, and the hanging ropes were covered with fine cotton cloth for dressing wounds. Liang Dagang knew that the words he had just spoken had been heard by this person, and he suddenly
He began to chatter a little, rubbing his fingers to say something, but saw that the man looked away coldly, as if he didn't want to say a word. Shao Zhou seemed to be used to this man's temper, and took off his boots.
Kneeling by the kang, he wanted to help him up and drink the medicine.
"In this life, I only know how to kill gold men and avenge my family and country. I don't know how to make a living by doing anything detailed." The man had an arrogant temper and waved away the medicine bowl handed over by Shao Zhou. His voice was hoarse, like a night owl croaking at the moon.
Liang Dagang was even more embarrassed and coughed a few times: "It's not that I want to misunderstand the heroes. It's just that the national war is about to happen recently, so there are strict inspections in the city."
The man was startled, "What kind of national war? After the fall of Shaanzhou, is Wanyan Lou's family going south again?"
Shao Zhou remained silent after hearing this. Seeing that the man was unwilling to take the medicine, he put it on the tables aside. Liang Dagang, on the other hand, became anxious after hearing these unclear words, "You are such a ignorant man, how could Shaanzhou fall?"
, Li Jiedu led our brothers to defend for eight years, and the mainstay military flag was also given by Zhao Guan's family. Wanyan Lou's family was beheaded by our emperor and Song soldiers as early as the battle of Yaoshan. The dead ghost can still survive.
It’s impossible to survive and lead troops!”
He kept mumbling to himself, but Shao Zhou winked at him, took a quilt, covered it carefully with the man, and then pulled his companion out of the room.
"You're so surprised, this guy doesn't know anything!" Liang Dagang said angrily.
"I've been drowning for a long time, and I guess there's something wrong with my brain." Shao Zhou walked under the moonlight with his hands in his sleeves, his childish face stretched into serious lines, "Maybe he has forgotten what happened in the previous war. In short, can we save him?
Just be wrong."
The autumn night was cool, the moon was at its peak, and a layer of pale night frost hung on the grass the two of them walked through. Several distant banging sounds were heard in the city. Shao Zhou sent Liang Dagang out of the government office, and after a brief gesture he handed over his hand.
He resumed his calm posture just now, ignoring that the soles of his robe and boots were wet with frost, and trotted back in a hurry, like a vigilant fox flying through the night.
When he returned to the east wing, he first took a look at the medicine bowls on the table and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the man was still willing to take medicine on time.
"Are you afraid that I will seek death?"
"Scared." Shao Zhou found a piece of boiled clean cotton cloth, moistened it with water in a copper basin, wrung it out and prepared to wipe the person's body - seriously injured people are prone to developing bedsores if they lie down for a long time and need to be taken care of.
Change and turn over. "Before, I followed my elder brother. He was fighting and I was rescuing people. Some of the good men who were carried down couldn't bear that their comrades had left, so they turned around and wiped their necks out of sight."
He heard the man sneer: "What year is this?"
"In the autumn of the ninth year of Jianyan, it has been seven years since the official family returned to Tokyo as the capital."
"Isn't the imperial court trying to reconcile Lin'an? How can we revive the old capital? Don't lie to me."
"Knowing that the general doesn't believe this, and there is no basis for what he says, Tomorrow I will only show the general the newspapers from the past few years."
The people in the room fell silent. After Shao Zhou finished serving, he put the quilt back on him. Seeing that the man stopped talking, he walked out of the room again. He let out a long breath and took out a copper seal from his sleeve pocket.
, inspect carefully.
The copper seal is small, with warm tentacles, and the lace on the nose of the button has been slightly worn, so it is obviously the person's personal belongings. On one side is the inscription "Changle Ankang", and on the other side is the inscription "Shaoyan".
The characters, like silver hooks and iron strokes, have a compelling heroic spirit as they hover and pitch.
2,
"Cover the Fu Gantang trees, do not cut them or cut them down, just as Zhao Bo did.
Cover the Fu Gantang, don't cut it, don't break it, call the uncle to rest there.
Cover Fu Gantang, don’t cut it, don’t worship it, as Uncle Zhao said.
…”
The weather is getting colder day by day, and there are children jumping and playing outside the government office. Childish singing comes through the courtyard wall, which makes the desolate winter day feel a little more lively.
After the man was able to get up, he remained silent and didn't like to go out. He only rested for long days on a bamboo couch under the gantang tree in the backyard. The early winter sun only had a faint warmth, filtering through the skinny
The branches cast mottled light and shadow on his thin face. After reading the newspapers from the past few years when Shao Zhou moved here, he became even more silent, neither asking questions nor smiling. His eyes were clear and clear, and he occasionally glanced at people.
, as cold as a wisp of snow falling from the tip of a gun.
The military doctor came over and sighed with Shao Zhou, "The tendons in his left arm are broken. He will not be able to shoot a bow or use a gun or knife in the future. Rainy days are even more difficult, so this is the only way."
Shao Zhou quickly made a silent gesture and asked the military doctor to go back. Before he could turn around, he heard the man behind him say: "Your surname is Shao. Do you know Shao Yun?"
Shao Zhou felt a sudden thought, "It's my brother."
"Where is he? Off to war?"
"No, Li Jiedu arranged for him to guard Pinglu. In the past few days, the official family has arrived at Pinglu. My brother accompanied the banquet and was rewarded and commended. There has been no correspondence recently and the war has been tense. Maybe he escorted the official family to the north.
.”
silence.
Shao Zhou took a peek and saw that the man was covering his face with his robe sleeves, his clenched fists were pressed between his teeth, and his shoulders were twitching for a long time, as if he was trying to control his surging heart.
Of course he remembered Shao Yun, a comrade who shared the joys and sorrows, and regarded him as a general and a brother, but in the end he was unable to save Shao Yun from escaping.
Pinglu fell, and from the sobbing words of the remnant soldiers who had escaped from defeat, he pieced together a tragic picture.
Shao Yun was furious and refused to surrender. Wanyan Lou's chamberlain ordered people to drive nails through Shao Yun's bones, nail and handcuff his body to a wooden frame, and carry him to the east gate of the city for public display. Shao Yun's clothes were ragged, and his back was exposed.
The black tattoo attracted a bad boy to come up and touch it, and joked with his companion next to him: "What a good tattoo, it can be the scabbard for my sword."
Shao Yun was furious and beat the opponent with a wooden frame, but was pulled back. Shao Yun was nailed and handcuffed in the cold wind for four days without water or rice. On the fifth day, the Lou family ordered him to be executed.
During the incident, Shao Yun's mouth was full of blood, and he sprayed Jin Jun's face, gouged out his eyes, and removed his liver. Shao Yun continued to curse until he died.
The night after he heard the tragic news, he lost his temper and became almost crazy. He rode into the city, burned all the Taoist temples and temples in the city, and smashed the clay and wood sculptures enshrined on the incense table with his sword. The soldiers who came over beat him
He lit a torch and stood silently beside him - he looked around and saw that each of his sons had young and heart-wrenching faces. It was the Li family army that he had retained at the expense of money and friendship. Hearing that his comrades had suffered misfortunes, some shed tears.
Their faces were filled with gnashing of teeth and hatred, but no one said anything about surrender, escape, or defeat.
"Heaven and earth are merciless, gods and Buddhas have no eyes!" Even his divine horse seemed to know the master's grief and indignation, and kept snorting and stamping its hooves. He reined in the reins and raised the blade of his sword, and the burning fire was like blood.
Against his stern look, he said, "Don't even think about talking about kindness and righteousness with wild beasts! You have to pay for this blood debt by yourself, and you can only defend Shaanxi Province by yourself!"
He rode away, and behind him were the shouts of his sons to bow down, which shook the world, "I am willing to die for the general!"
He knew that every inch of land and every city wall under his feet was soaked with the blood of his comrades. Gao Tianguyue, he came to the beacon tower alone, knelt on the ground, stroked the huge bluestone, and headed in the direction of Pinglu
Crying uncontrollably.
Li Yanxian did not light the beacon fire that night. He knew that there would be no reinforcements.
This place with two capitals and the key pass of Weihan had long been abandoned by the imperial court who retreated to Lin'an. The officials of Zhao and Song Dynasties only cared about staying in peace in the prosperous south of the Yangtze River. Their eyes were covered with singing and dancing, and their bodies were wrapped in silk and satin. How could those in the upper ranks remember the smoke and fire of the war?
There are thousands of people struggling in pain.
But he can't let go, he can't do it, and he can't leave.
Even though this troubled world is bloody and muddy, he just wants to use his loyal and upright body to try to mend the cracks in the sky.
After a long time, Shao Zhou watched the man finally put down the sleeves of his robe on his face and smiled tiredly.
"So, very good."
He is usually cold, but his smile is like the warm sunshine of spring. If Shao Zhou hadn't noticed that there was a deep line of blood marks on his fist that was pressed against his teeth just now, he almost wanted to let the hands of Dan Qing keep that smile so that the world can see it.
And always remember, instead of just being locked in this courtyard, so lonely that you can even hear the wind clearly.
The man seemed to have collected all the anger around him, and for the first time he asked Shao Zhou in a gentle and approachable tone, "What is your nickname?"
"Young man, please tell me how to cross." Shao Zhou responded with his hands tied.
"It's too tiring to cross the world by yourself. It's good to cross yourself." He muttered to himself for a while, then turned his head and looked over, "Go to a Taoist temple and say that there is an old friend who wants to practice Taoism. See what they do.
Don’t accept it.”
Shao Zhou was shocked and said: "How can we let the general go there..."
"So what?" When he raised his face, just as the wind was cutting the clouds, a dead leaf broke free from the shackles of the branches and drifted down to him. He did not avoid it, letting the dead leaf kiss his cheek gently.
A scar, "When Li Jiedu comes back from the Northern Expedition, won't there be two of him in this city? How are you going to explain it?"
Shao Zhou took a breath of air and didn't dare to reply. Seeing this, he suddenly laughed so hard that his whole body trembled with laughter, and his eyes shone with tears. It was like all the heroic souls who had returned to Tianyu were attached to him, and he wanted to use this crazy laughter to bring back the past life.
All the anger and grievances were vented.
"The Northern Expedition of the Song Dynasty and the revival of the two rivers, what should I hate? I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me anymore."
3,
After Taoist Qinghui became a guest, Shao Zhou rarely saw him in public. He was worried and took rice, rice and wine with him to visit the Taoist temple. The man just asked him to put down his things without even a word of thanks. Yes.
At that time, he wrote the news of the victory on the front line as a letter and threw it through the crack of the door, but could not wait for a single reply.
On the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, the Song Dynasty conquered Taiyuan, and the two fortified cities of Yuancheng were heard. The soldiers and civilians of Shaanzhou were all singing and dancing, celebrating the new year with fireworks, lanterns and lion dances. The whole excitement did not stop until the 15th day of the first lunar month. The Temple of Lu Zu on Yangjiao Mountain in the city
But the door is still closed and the steps are covered with moss, as if they are isolated from the world.
As winter turned to spring, the water in the Yellow River gradually thawed. Shao Zhou took the horses from the government office to wash at Wanjin Beach. This is the grand scene of Shaanzhou. To the north is the vast and rolling Zhongtiao Mountain, and to the west is the Zhongtiao Mountain.
It is the surging Yellow River coming from the sky. Looking to the south is the Shaanzhou City with row upon row of houses. At dusk, the waves are sparkling, the gulls are singing, and the koi are jumping on their tails. In ancient times, literati and poets came here, and they all had something in their hearts.
The boundless heroic sentiments of the country are expressed, hence the name Wanjin Beach.
Shao Zhou tied up his arms, washed the horses, and let them go back to the city along the gravel road on the river beach. Then he raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The little golden lights among the waves were very cute, and there were several rafts where the water flow was gentle.
Walking freely and listening to fishermen's songs leisurely, it is a leisurely and beautiful scene. However, the sound of the flute comes intermittently in the evening wind. Its sound is sobbing. At first, I just felt that the person playing it was quite familiar with the music, and his emotions were euphemistic and lingering. After listening to it again
As we go down, the sadness and resentment gradually subsides, and the intention of Jin Ge's conquest becomes stronger. Although the listener is standing in a golden and red warm light, it feels like he is bathed in the cold moon and has ice and snow above his head.
He was shocked by the sadness in the music. He looked around the empty space and followed the sound to find the Taoist Taoist Qinghui whom he had not seen for several months. He stood in the wind, looking down at the flowing Yellow River and kept playing. He was dressed in a blue and black feather gauze robe.
Being lifted up by the wind, his clothes and sleeves were flying, and he was floating like a fairy.
When Shao Zhou climbed up to a high place panting, Taoist Qinghui had already put away his flute. When he saw Shao Zhou coming up to rest on his elbows to catch his breath, he couldn't help but frown slightly, "All the children in the army are strong and strong, and they have been practicing martial arts all day long. How can they?"
You are so weak, how did Shao Yun teach your younger brother? Just allow him to be the ruler by himself and don’t want to find a future for you?"
When Shao Zhou heard his words, he didn't really blame him. Instead, he felt a rare feeling of closeness. He bowed his hands and bowed politely, "The general doesn't know something. This kid has been weak and difficult to raise since he was a child. My father and brothers inevitably doted on me. Therefore, I just need to be more diligent in my chores and live a safe life, but I have never thought about fame or anything like that."
"Since I am no longer a person in the dust web, why should I use the old name again? Let's change it."
"Here."
The red sun was gradually setting in the west. The mountains were densely forested and the shadows were deep. The two of them walked down the mountain step by step. The journey was not too complicated for Shao Zhou. He only talked about the anecdotes and miscellaneous affairs of the country in recent years and political opinions. Taoist Qinghui listened. When he came to talk about killing Baima and changing to Shaoxing, he finally couldn't help but cut off the conversation: "If the official really said that, what kind of thing is it to reprimand the Second Saint in person?"
"Yes, during the Jingkang period of the Second Saint, he abandoned the world and ignored him. Even though he was his father and brother, the officials also hated him deeply. In the case of Baima, they also expelled more than 70 ministers who wanted to negotiate peace with the Kingdom of Jin. They could only give up by plowing the court and sweeping the holes. ."
"This official family is not the official family of Zhao Song at all." Taoist Qinghui suddenly stopped and looked at a few lone stars on the horizon, then glanced at Shao Yun who was frightened by these rebellious words, and then slowly returned. Add the following text, "It is the stars in the sky that have come down to earth."
They walked slowly all the way, and it was already evening when they entered the city. Although Shaanzhou was not as prosperous as the capital Tokyo, it still had bead curtains, embroidered foreheads, and towers and pavilions. Now that the city was being conquered one after another in front, the night was no longer as it was when the war first started. The inspection was so strict, and there were bright lights everywhere. There were many shops and markets open for business, pedestrians and ladies were constantly on the road, and carriages and horses were bustling. Shao Zhou glanced at Taoist Qinghui and saw that he seemed to be more familiar to him than himself. In the streets and alleys, he never hesitated every time he took a step forward. In this bustling market, he was the only one who looked cold and cold. No one greeted this lonely figure, and no one cared about where this person was going again. Where.
"Alas -" when we walked to the foot of Yangjiao Mountain, Taoist Qinghui sighed, "Last time you told me that the "Sapphire Case" produced by Zhao Guan's family was a wonderful speech, but you haven't copied it to me until now."
Upon hearing this, Shao Zhou hurriedly replied, "Why don't you bother the Taoist tonight? I'll copy all the poems that the official family has written in the past few years and show them to the Taoist."
Taoist priest Qinghui didn't comment and just walked up the mountain path.
Shao Zhou naturally followed closely behind. The mountain path was so narrow that the two of them could only pass forward and backward. After walking for dozens of steps, they heard the Taoist speaking to him in front: "I am an unlucky person, and you said that you are weak. The copper seal you picked up when you rescued me that day was lost or buried as soon as possible so as not to harm you."
When Shao Zhou heard him slowly talking about himself in this way, with a tone as dry as a tree, neither sad nor happy, he couldn't help but choked up. He wiped his eyes with his sleeves before replying: "General, please don't say that. If the general is ominous, Who has earned this peaceful situation?"
Before he could finish speaking, he received a blow on the head, and the man in front of him became stern in his words, "Of course it is the officials here who will take you Jiedu and the other commanders, as well as the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the imperial camp." Years of merit, what kind of person am I? I am just a lonely ghost in this world. Saying this has ruined my luck in reincarnation!"
No one said a word for a while. After walking for a few miles, Shao Zhou rested several times more than Taoist Qinghui before he reached the top of the mountain. Taoist Qinghui saw the silence everywhere and explained again: "Let you bury it." There is another meaning: That private seal was engraved by my father as a gift to me. All military generals will see the seal as ordered. If you accidentally throw it away and someone picks it up, it will damage Li Jiedu. Do you understand? ?”
After hearing this, Shao Zhou replied politely: "Here."
Lu Zu could only see a few pink walls and a low wooden door. In the courtyard, there were towering pines and cypresses, and the ground was covered with flowers and grass. At this time, the magnolias were blooming beautifully. They grew in clusters on the branches, and the grinding of jade produced snow, and they fell on the steps, leaving behind the scent of wind and dew.
Taoist Qinghui opened the small lock on the door knocker and motioned Shao Zhou to go in. He stood at the foot of the stairs and looked at the flowers with his arms folded.
The room was dark. Shao Zhou polished the flint from his arms, groped to light the fire stick first, and then lit the candle, and then he saw the surrounding scene. The room was extremely simple, with only one curtain, a couch, and a bookcase. On the couch
The bedding and curtains are made of the most common blue-dyed cloth, washed clean and dust-free, with a few spots already turning white. Even ordinary people's homes are more comfortable than this one, as quiet and simple as a snow cave.
Shao Zhou went to look for pen and ink on the desk, and when he flipped through it, he found a thick stack of paper stained with ink. He picked it up out of curiosity and looked at it. It turned out that they were all proclamations for the Northern Expedition announced by the Ming Dynasty to the world. Every piece of paper was straight and elegant.
Small regular script. Use ink dipped in gold shavings to write it down word for word. It takes a lot of effort and vision for the writer. He held it in his hand, flipped through a few pages and looked at it again. Sure enough, there were thousands and hundreds of them.
There are dozens of rolls of paper that have been tied up by the wall, and they all say this:
"Wu Hou's "Hou Chu Shi Biao" described Zhao Lie's ambition, saying: 'If the traitors of the Han Dynasty are not at odds, the king's career will not be peaceful.'
It is ridiculous to call him a minister of the Han Dynasty. Therefore, the Northern Expedition is related to the foundation of the country. Before the world of peace has been established, do you dare to call yourself the queen of the three kings? If you cannot inherit the territory of the Han and Tang Dynasties, how can you inherit the unification of China?
Shao Zhou held it in his hand and read it out unconsciously. He didn't realize that his hands were trembling. Although his voice was low, it was heard by Taoist priest Qinghui standing in front of the door.
"Keep reading, read loudly." The man brushed the fallen flowers squatting on the stone lion in front of the steps with his sleeves, then sat down and said, "The people in heaven want to hear it."
Unconsciously, Shao Zhou burst into tears. He raised his voice, and every word and sentence burst out like a ball of fire burning his blood. It was almost dry, as if his skin, flesh and bones were turned into ashes.
, only then can the unyielding fire of karma be calmed down.
"It has been nine years since the title of Jianyan was established. The monarch and his ministers are one, working together for the sake of the country. The fortunes of heaven are cyclical, and hard work is mutually beneficial. Today, the power of the emperor and the Song Dynasty has revived, and the soldiers are well-equipped. The imperial camp is managed on the left, right, front and back.
, the army of the Central Plains, Cavalry, Water, and Sea totaled 300,000 people. Then the Central Plains and Guanxi scholars came up, with 500,000 bodies. The trustworthy ministers and elite soldiers were all-powerful, and this was a prosperity unprecedented in ancient times!
We should fight bravely, regain our homeland, drive out the barbarians, restore China, establish principles and disciplines, and save the people of Sri Lanka."
Thinking of this, he couldn't hold back any longer, and finally threw down the piece of paper as thin as fresh snow, rushed outside, and threw away all the doubts in his heart towards the wooden figure:
"Li Jiedu, General Li! Li Yanxian!"
"Isn't it true that Shaanzhou City was defeated? That's where you came from, right?"
"Where's my dad? Where's my brother? Where's me?"
"Where are our tens of thousands of Li family troops? They are all dead and gone!"
silence.
Shao Zhou lost all his strength, knelt down among the fallen flowers on the ground, hugged the man's sleeves, and cried bitterly.
Until he felt that person's hand gently patting the top of his hair, again and again, almost without touching the body temperature, as if there was a piece of ice and snow hidden in his robe.
"yes."
"Everyone in heaven wants to read it. It requires more than 50,000 copies. I have been writing it day and night. I have been writing it for ten years, but I still don't know if it is enough."
"Those people are all brave soldiers I recruited from all over the country. Have you never done anything like a gangster before?
"Burning paper money for them is just a joke. It's better to tell them 'the army is crossing the river' than to make them happy."
Shao Zhou clearly felt that although the man's tone of voice did not change and was still dull, two drops of cold water clearly fell on his forehead.
4,
The sun and the moon pass by, and time flies.
Shao Zhou gave birth to a daughter when he was twenty-three years old. He specially prepared a ceremony to ask Taoist Qinghui to give his daughter a name. The man still wrote in the Taoist temple every day, rarely asking about worldly affairs, and his appearance was still unknown.
It's just that the gray hair on the temples is gradually increasing.
In fact, Shao Zhou didn't know his age. When he rescued him, he looked to be in his thirties. However, in recent years, he has been plagued by old injuries and new illnesses and suffered a lot of torture.
The noble demeanor has not yet worn off, but it is gradually gaining the momentum of a prosperous future.
"Why are you so confused about this matter?" Taoist Qinghui slowly rubbed a piece of ink in the inkstone and kept coughing - this was the root of the disease left in his lungs after he drowned in the river for a long time.
.Due to a cough, his hand often holds the pen unsteadily, and the scrolls piled up on the bookshelf in the corner have recently slowed down significantly.
"The man in Shaanzhou City promoted you. You have done well in the past few years, and the position of the general manager of the government office was also given to you. Although he is a person who usually doesn't say anything, he has to worry about the family affairs of his subordinates.
Yes. Now that you have a daughter and you ask an outsider to name her, he will become cautious and care about her."
He picked up a wolf brush and moistened the ink in the inkstone, and suddenly laughed again, "If he is a little curious and comes to see this outsider, do you think I can still live in Shaanzhou?"
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After Shao Yun came back from the expedition, he naturally knew that his younger brother had met a Taoist priest who often provided him with constant support. At first, he was worried that his younger brother had never seen the world and would not be deceived by the magic of gods and demons spoken by the demon Taoist, so he proposed to use the sheep's horns.
Come to the mountain to pay a visit. Every time he visits, Taoist Qinghui is either collecting medicine in the mountains or going out for a wander. Ten of the ten stops he does not see his true face. Shao Yun gets so angry that he almost kicks down the two broken wooden doors.
, it wasn’t until Shao Zhou showed his brother the scrolls that had been stacked on several bookshelves in the Taoist temple that he calmed down and told his brother that he would be counted as a share of the future donations, and he stopped mentioning the matter.
When Shao Zhou heard what he said, he nodded: "Here."
But before a moment passed, he laughed again and said: "Then when I have a son, I will still ask the Taoist priest to teach him calligraphy and martial arts. For example, my family can't write this handwriting so well. Now I go to a private school."
, Shu Xiucao is so expensive, sir, he is not as knowledgeable as the Taoist priest..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted: "Can you rely on me to give up your good idea?"
Shao Zhou stood up from the table with a smile and sang to the man opposite: "That kid thanks you first."
Taoist Qinghui had no choice but to say, "Come with me for a walk. During the recent Huangmei season, the paper is wet and I can't write."
Sure enough, the lingering rain outside only dampened the ground. The locust trees and elm leaves that fell to the ground were green and white, covered with a layer of fine water drops. Shao Zhou was afraid that Taoist Qinghui would catch the cold and cough without anyone to take care of him at night.
She carefully held a paper umbrella for him beside him. They walked slowly to the thatched pavilion on the top of the mountain, and then stopped to watch.
Yangjiao Mountain is located in the north of Shaanzhou City. It is so steep that there is a poem praising it: "With a single horn hanging in the middle of the Yellow River, it is suspected to be the Three Gorges Feilai Peak. Looking up at the pines three thousand feet, overlooking the roaring waves rushing down the nine states." From the top of the mountain, you can see all sides of Shaanzhou. The mountain is surrounded by rivers on three sides, and the city is half a city with smoke and trees and half a city with fields. On the wall in the distance, soldiers patrolling with armor and swords can be vaguely seen. The big flag that has experienced war and blood is erected at this critical moment, even if the flag is stained with sadness. The raindrops can't fly in the air, but the four powerful characters "mainstay" have been engraved in the hearts and souls of the residents here, and they will never be forgotten.
The drizzle moistened the light. One of them was sitting on the rock, and the other was standing by the side. They all just looked at the misty and peaceful state between heaven and earth. At the foot of the mountain, there were old men driving cattle and shouting as they passed by, and there were people picking herbs. The burden came down from the stone path, and I sang songs happily on the mountain road, and gradually went farther and farther.
"Yesterday, I dreamed of Shao Yun."
"He asked me, you have been here once, but have you been to Huaishang? Have you seen Nanyang? Have you worshiped at Yaoshan Temple? Have you been to Yuetai in the capital? I answered, none."
"The boss was not happy, so he said to me, "Then what are you doing here? Have you been here in vain these past few years? We don't expect you to go to the capital to meet the officials who are like gods, but you can visit the world." It sounds a lot more satisfying."
Shao Zhou pursed his lips and smiled, "This is indeed my brother's temper."
Before he could continue the conversation, he heard a rush of footsteps. Shao Zhou turned around and saw that it was a servant in green clothes from the government office. When he saw the visitor, he bowed hastily and said, "Butler, please let me find you easily. King Jin His Highness and Shao Jiedu are discussing matters and would like to call you over."
Taoist Qinghui sat quietly on the stone and did not look back. After hearing this, he just said lightly: "Go, don't delay the matter."
Shao Zhou was always a little worried for some reason, and he said hesitantly, "The boy will come back in two days to give Mr. a newly cut Taoist robe."
"good."
"And sir, don't just eat old rice. It will be bad for your spleen and stomach over time."
"It's not rotten. Why did you eat it?"
"I brought freshly ground gold powder with me today. Sir, don't copy too much. It will hurt your eyes and make it difficult to take care of them."
"Now I only write one page a day until I run out of gold powder."
"Sir, please remember to take medicine at night. Coughing for a long time will always hurt your health. My brother said that a doctor came from Tokyo. He used to be a master of internal medicine in the Yue family army. He will bring it to you tomorrow for him to have a look at."
He stood there chattering, always feeling that there were endless things to tell him, and finally made Taoist Qinghui impatient. He flicked his sleeves and said, "Why do you talk so much today! Stop bothering me and go about your business!" "
Shao Zhou smiled and bowed: "Yes, let's go."
He hurriedly followed the servant and stopped when he reached the middle of the mountain. He looked back and saw that the man was still sitting in the pavilion and had not moved. His figure was dignified and indestructible, as if he was the same as the green mountains, rivers and boundless mountains he had guarded in his previous life. The mist and rain blend into one.
Two days later, Shao Zhou went back to Lu Zuguan. The bronze lock on the door was hanging empty and the wooden fan was half-closed.
He quietly walked in, and the ground was covered with fallen flowers. The courtyard was silent, and the sound of birds singing and cuckoos could be heard everywhere. The wind roared in the distance and the sea of pine trees added to the feeling of infinite loneliness.
The quiet room where that person usually stayed was now deserted, leaving only scrolls all over the wall. A blank page of paper was nailed with a copper hairpin in front of the desk. Shao Zhou walked over and saw that the words on it were the clear words he was familiar with. The handwriting of Hui Taoist. I think that person came from a powerful family. He must have received guidance from a famous teacher when he was young. In addition, he was talented and worked hard, so he could have such good handwriting and graceful handwriting. That Zhang Xie The official paper was as light as nothing in the hand, and what was written was the world-famous "Qingyu Case" written by Banque Zhao and Song Dynasty officials: