SFS Chapter 773 It's Difficult To Meet When We Meet
Chapter 773 It's Difficult To Meet When We Meet
Chapter 773 It's Difficult To Meet When We Meet
An Ye frowned slightly: "Sanggong, I have to stay with Xuanji. Is it dangerous for you to return to Beijing alone?"
Bi Xuanji wants to rectify the way of cultivation in Jin, and to be honest, it is necessary for An Ye to stay.
Because rectifying the way of practice is not an easy task.
There must be a super master who can hold the field.
On the way of cultivation, he does not obey the royal power, but obeys the methods. Although Bi Xuanji has the ultimate Dao fruit, and although his shadow skills are superb, he still can't raise his hand to overwhelm the audience. Dark Ye can!
Therefore, the dark night needs to stay.
Then, Lin Su could only go on the road alone when he returned to Beijing.
An Ye was a bit entangled. Before she came back, Xianggong was tossing in the vortex alone. She didn't know it anyway, and she couldn't see it. She had to let it go. After she came back, she never left him for half a step...
"Don't worry!" Lin Su smiled: "Lin Dashi, who can come and go freely among thousands of troops, you can rest assured wherever you go!"
An Ye chuckled: "The title of shit-stirring stick was given to you by the court officials. Now that things have happened, not many people dare to mention it again. You still remember it?"
This is true.
Back then when Lin made his debut and entered the literary world, the literary world was disturbed by him.
Entering the officialdom, the officialdom is completely different because of him.
Entering the path of practice, the path of practice is still different.
Everyone is jealous of his talent, hates his subversion, and calls him a shit-stirring stick.
But now, his turmoil has turned the world upside down, and the emperor has changed.
Lin Su has become an upstart in the officialdom, even unspeakably expensive. Under such circumstances, court officials dare not call him a shit-stirring stick anymore.
Lin Sudao: "For a long time, a character who is used to being suppressed suddenly has no opponent. To be honest, he is really lonely and cold..."
"You don't have to be there..." An Ye frowned, speechless.
But Bi Xuanji didn't participate in this, she cast her gaze over, the gaze that was as clear as water in the past, became a little lingering today: "Let's stay for one night, you can go on the road tomorrow, okay?"
Lin Su pondered for a moment: "Good!"
At this moment, a voice came from outside: "I want to report to the lord, there is a woman asking to see her outside the mansion, calling her grandfather Zongchi, and she said that the lord will know it as soon as she hears it."
Lin Su suddenly stood up...
He strode out, just in time to bump into Li Qingquan who was wandering outside, and the two of them faced each other at the door...
"Zongchi's granddaughter?" Li Qingquan said.
"Go and see!" Lin Su said.
The two came out side by side...
An Ye in the pavilion frowned slightly: "Who is Zongchi?"
"Dayu's emperor teacher, Dajin's former Yinlongwei, Dayu presented the deadly evidence of the false emperor Ji Shang, Zongchi is the biggest hero!" Bi Xuanji said: "Let's go and see!"
An Ye's heart skipped a beat.
It was him!
Emperor Dacang changed positions, and some people are destined to be recorded in the annals of history.
Lin Su, Li Qingquan, Ji Guang, Li Xiaotian, Chen Geng, Zhang Juzheng, Zhou Zhang, Deng Hongbo, Nanwang Qifu...
Everyone played their part.
Even people like An Ye, Bi Xuanji, and Zhou Mei played their part.
In addition, there is another person who is unknown to the outside world, but whose role is irreplaceable. This person is the mysterious Yinlongwei, a chess piece buried 50 years ago by the Great Jin Dynasty.
An Ye didn't know until now that his name is Zong Chi!
He was the one who acted as a coordinator in the capital of Dasumi, and played with Li Chi, a generation of hero, in the palm of his hand. With Li Chi's hand, he really cut off the legal legitimacy of Ji Shang as a king. In Daqi, it plays a unique role.
At this moment, this mysterious Yinlongwei appeared.
The four of them walked through the long passage and came to the Prince Jin's mansion, where a woman stood quietly under the stage.
Her white clothes are like snow.
She is as elegant as a plum.
She bowed Yingying: "Ying'er has seen His Highness!"
Her voice is like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley.
"Are you Zongchi's granddaughter? Where is your grandfather?" Li Qingquan asked.
The girl slowly raised her head, with tears streaming down her face: "Grandpa didn't wait for His Highness, he already took a step ahead and went..."
Li Qingquan's eyes became moist without warning...
Lin Su beside him, and the two girls behind him, the smiles on their faces disappeared...
The girl choked up and said: "For 50 years, grandpa has lived in the realm of tigers and wolves, and he has missed his hometown and homeland every day, but he dared not reveal it a little bit, his heart was depressed, and eventually he was seriously ill. After His Highness awakened the Yinlong Order, grandpa was overjoyed. Crazy, after completing the task according to His Highness's instructions, I couldn't stay in Baishuiju for a moment. I passed Lingdingyang overnight and returned to my former residence. I wanted to go to Yanmen to welcome His Highness, but unexpectedly I collapsed in Liuyuan..."
Li Qingquan sighed: "Take me to see him!"
Zhongshan, Liuyuan, and Remnant Garden remain the same.
Old willow, catkins don't fly.
The weeds are overgrown, and the lonely grave lies among the willows.
There is a line of characters engraved on it, and the handwriting is beautiful: "The Tomb of Min Zongchi, a son of the Great Jin Dynasty"!
Zongchi, the teacher of Emperor Dasumi.
Zongchi, Bachelor of Dayu Imperial Academy.
Zongchi, a high-ranking official of Osumi.
Zong Chi, a master of the generation above Wen Dao.
However, at this moment, he is lying under the loess, and he does not have any of these prominent titles, only one simple title: Great Jin Min!
On the screen wall behind the tomb, there is a three-line poem...
"Dreams have been broken for 50 years, and the old willows in the hometown do not blow cotton, and this body turns into Zhongshan soil"
Behind it was a mouthful of blood, even though half a month had passed, this mouthful of blood was still as red as yesterday.
Several people looked at this tomb and this screen wall for a long time.
"Grandmaster!" Li Qingquan said: "Please allow me to add a line of words on your tombstone!" This "Grandmaster" does not refer to the realm of literature and Taoism, but two separate characters. Zong is the surname and teacher is the title.
He raised his hand, using his finger as a knife, and added a line of words on Zongchi's tombstone: Li Qingquan, the seventh prince of the Jin Dynasty, respects Li Qingquan on behalf of the two previous emperors!
Li Qingquan, whose real name is Li Qingquan.
His words are of extraordinary weight.
He didn't set up a monument to Zongchi in his own name.
He erected a stele for Zongchi on behalf of the former emperors of two generations. Zongchi was the Yinlong of the Great Jin Dynasty, and he accepted the order of the former emperor.
As a result, this monument is extremely thick.
Before Lin Su came to Zhaobi, he bowed deeply: "Lin Su has the courage to finish the half of the poem left by the master for you!"
Together with the left hand, the sacred cultural treasure: Moyantai!
Together with the right hand, treasure pen!
The precious pen was placed in Moyantai, and finished the poems that Zongchi could not finish...
"There is still a trace of the hanging!"
"Dreams have been broken for 50 years, and the old willows in the hometown do not blow cotton. This body has turned into the soil of Zhongshan, and there is still a trace of hanging!" The condolences of this master of literature and Taoism!
The holy light floats, and the seven colors fill the sky. Even though there is no precious paper, it is just a wall, but under the blessing of Lin Suwen Baomo Yantai, it still presents the characteristics of seven-color poems.
This screen wall, this willow garden, has since become the Holy Land of the Old Jin Dynasty.
It is the shelter of a generation of literary and Taoist masters, and it is also a historical witness of the return of the old Jin Dynasty.
Ying'er knelt down and bowed: "Thank you Your Highness, thank you Grandmaster Lin!"
Li Qingquan stretched out his hand to help him up: "Ying'er, how about you staying in the palace from now on?"
Ying'er shook her head lightly: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, Ying'er actually has a place to go, grandpa's last wish has been fulfilled, Ying'er should go too... Farewell Your Highness, Farewell Grandmaster Lin!"
After bowing again, clouds floated on her body, and the next moment, she rose through the sky, crossed Zhongshan Mountain, and her white clothes floated like snow above the clouds, before disappearing out of the sky.
Li Qingquan's eyes moved to Lin Su, with some surprise in his eyes.
Bi Xuanji's voice came: "In the Anxiang intelligence system, there is no her sect, but only one record, which is about Tianjueyuan!"
"Tianjueyuan?" Lin Su's heart skipped a beat.
"Yes, more than ten years ago, Zongchi's granddaughter suffered from a strange illness, and sought medical treatment from all directions but failed. Zongchi went to Tianjueyuan, but no one knew the process and result. Now it seems that this daughter may be related to Tianjueyuan. Some connection..."
An Ye's eyes turned to Lin Su, and Lin Su looked at the sky, with some fluctuations in his eyes...
She knew about Tianjueyuan, and she learned about it from Lvyi and the others.
She knew that when she went to Wuding Mountain that day, Xianggong also accepted a young daughter-in-law named Sun Zhen. A "closer" was made to make Sun Zhen a veritable little daughter-in-law. Later, Sun Zhen was taken away by a white-haired woman in Tianjueyuan. This white-haired woman was very strong, so strong that it was unimaginable— Qiushui Huaping has been certified on-site.
An Ye had never seen Sun Zhen before.
When Sun Zhen entered the backyard of the Lin family, An Ye was not there.
When Sun Zhen left Lin's house, An Ye did not return.
However, she knew that Xianggong still cared about Sun Zhen, because Sister Chen was arranging all the major and minor matters in Sun Zhen's family.
Based on this, An Ye also searched for Tianjueyuan's information.
However, as strong as An Ye and as rich as Baixianglou, he knows very little about Tianjueyuan.
She only knows that Tianjueyuan is very mysterious, Tianjueyuan is almost isolated from the world, Tianjueyuan seems to be above this world, and it seems to be not there at all. The rumors about it left in the world are similar to miracles...
Yes, Lin Su is indeed thinking about Sun Zhen at the moment.
Stepping into this world, many readers called him a stallion, but he was really wronged.
How many women does he have?Not much!
First is the dark night!
Followed by Sun Zhen!
Sister Chen wore a nightgown to quench his thirst because Sun Zhen had left and he was at the Xiongguan difficulty at midnight. At the beginning, she was probably an "inflatable tool person", but Lin was very subversive and insisted on killing her It hurts, what can she do...
When the white-haired woman took Sun Zhen away that day, she once said that it would take three years at most, or two years at least, and she would definitely send Sun Zhen back to you.
when was that
The year of the last scientific expedition, Dongyue three years ago!
Now it's the year of the scientific examination, and it's May [-]th!
There is only half a year left before the woman said "three years at most".
Where is Sun Zhen?
She must have embarked on the road of practice.
What realm have you reached?
What realm is not important, what matters is, will she come back?
It's a pity that he didn't know beforehand that Ying'er was related to Tianjueyuan. If he knew, he could ask about Sun Zhen's recent situation...
Yinger has already gone.
Sun Zhen's return is just an expectation.
Lin Su then needs to return to the capital to witness the enthronement of King Chen.
But tonight, he will stay in the north and stay overnight.
This night, the moon is full in the north.
This night, cool and quiet.
Jin Wang's mansion has undergone a major change, and only one-third of the maids in the mansion are left. Of course, they are reliable maids after selection.
Lin Su and An Ye were sipping tea in the guest room, admiring the unique view of the back garden of the Dajin Imperial Palace in the past, An Ye was a little absent-minded, and a voice floated gently to Lin Su's eardrums: "Go and accompany her, you go , I may not see her for a long time..."
She was talking about Bi Xuanji.
In the old days, Bi Xuanji lived in the mid-mountain of the West Mountain, and Lin Su could see her every time he came to Beijing.
And now Bi Xuanji is no longer that fake monk living in Banshan, no longer the executor of Anxiang in Da Cangjing City.
She is now the princess of Jinwangfu.
Ending her wandering life of revenge and returning to her homeland where she was born and raised, Bi Xuanji was supposed to be safe and happy, but tonight, she is looking up at the sky under the moonlight, her mind is as carefree as a small lake in a garden...
On the path behind me, footsteps sound softly...
Bi Xuanji turned his head slowly, quietly looking at him under the moonlight...
"After you go, when will you come back?" The eight words came leisurely.
Lin Su said softly: "Maybe soon, but maybe..."
"But maybe there is no return date? Is it?"
"According to my wish, I want to see the moon in the Northland, the snow in the Northland, the plum blossoms in the Northland, and the changes in the Northland a few more times. However, you and I both know that the world is changing, and no one can confirm the path of the year after all. .”
"Yes, the world is changing. Thinking back to the Xishan Poetry Conference three years ago, it seems like yesterday, and it seems like it has been thousands of years..." Bi Xuanji's voice is no longer as calm as before, and her voice is full of twists and turns. ...
She met him for the first time at the Xishan Poetry Club three years ago.
From that day on, her life path became different.
Her originally hopeless road to restoring the country has another way to open it up.
She originally only had hatred but no lingering thoughts, but now she has become lingering.
The girl appeared because of him.
My brother was inspired by him.
I got out of trouble because of him.
The homeland returned because of him...
After tonight, he will leave. Will we still see him in this life?
"It's touching, isn't it?"
Bi Xuanji lightly raised his cup: "When the moon is short and the moon is full, I will tell you my love. I will listen to the voice of my hometown and my country. I have dreamed in Xishan for ten years. Do you dare to make an appointment to talk about this life in the coming year?"
Dare to make an appointment to talk about life and death in the coming year...
This is an interrogative sentence, do you dare to make an agreement with me?
An Ye's heart skipped a beat in the darkness, and he finally couldn't help it!
At this moment of parting, she still expressed her heart - make an appointment for the coming year, talk about this life!For women, this is a show of love!
Will my rogue husband serve a bowl of Yangchun noodles with her colorful pot?
Lin Su held up a piece of gold paper, and dropped the precious pen: "Let me sing a song with you..."
"When we meet, it's hard to say goodbye. The east wind is weak and the flowers are gone. The silkworms in spring are gone until they die. The candles turn into ashes and tears dry up. The mirror at dawn but the clouds change at the temples. The moonlight is cold when you sing at night. There is no way to go in Nanshan. The blue bird Attentive to visit."
This poem, the first line of writing, is full of golden light.
Put pen to paper in four sentences, and the colorfulness fills the sky.
After writing everything, green lotuses bloom in the sky, shining brightly on the land of Yanjing, and the poems handed down from generation to generation are born, and the words are fragrant, covering hundreds of miles away...
Bi Xuanji stared blankly at the sky. At this moment, she was completely and completely kicked out of Zen...
It is difficult to say goodbye when meeting each other, this is the whole process from meeting to parting, how many difficulties and accidents during the process?How many surprises?How much impermanence?Short seven words are condensed.
The east wind is weak and the flowers are remnant... This is the season in the northern border, and it is also a historical witness of the vicissitudes of wind and rain.
The spring silkworms are exhausted until the silkworms die, and the candles are turned into ashes and the tears dry... The heartbeat of meeting each other, and the flowers withering when parting, just because of the integration of human emotions, they are so lingering and lingering until death!
If Shi'er ends here, Bi Xuanji may lead her heart astray at this moment, and slowly smooth out the throbbing in her heart over a long period of time.
However, Shi'er took a turn for the worse here...
Xiao Jing is sad, but the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There are no many ways to go to Nanshan, and the blue bird is attentive to visit.
In the dawn mirror, my cloud temples will not change. After tonight, I know what lovesickness is!
Because you answered my question clearly, it is thousands of miles away from here to Haining, but in the eyes of caring people, the journey of ten thousand miles is not far away, you will still come to see me!
A poem, eight lines, none of which say lovesickness, but every line is lovesickness!
There is no word of reluctance, but every sentence is also reluctance!
Looking at the big blue characters flowing across the sky in the dark night, seeing the spring flowers blooming on Bi Xuanji's face, I don't know what it feels like...
Rogue Mrs., I have indeed thought that you will serve a bowl of Yangchun noodles in her colorful misty pot, but what you are serving here is probably not noodles, but medicine!Bi Xuanji bumped into you on his way to Zen and Buddha, and bumped into a ghost right away...
The minds of the two women are all centered on the blurred feelings of the poem itself, and the thoughts of other people are different...
Jin Wang Li Qingquan looked at the sky, and a thought quietly rose in his heart...
This brother is a master of poetry, and writing a poem after the war is completely in line with his status as a master of poetry, but this poem was born on the first night he entered the Jin Palace, and it was the highest poem when it was born: handed down Qing Shi, such a powerful display, does it have a different meaning?
For example, to announce to the people of Yanjing that the Jin Palace is different from the past?
The former Jin Dynasty was also a place of literary talent, known as the land of Jiangnan outside the Great Wall, the township of poetry, wine and painting workshops.
But after Zhou Kuohai occupied Yanjing, Wen Dao declined. Zhou Kuohai was born as a general, and he believed in a long knife in his palm. He was a blue wolf and a warrior under his banner. He didn't understand Wen Dao, and he was not interested in it at all. In the 15 years under his rule, in the three thousand miles of rivers and mountains in the Great Jin Dynasty, there were more blood, but less literary light.
But today, Lin Su's poem, which has been handed down from generation to generation, rises from the Prince Jin's mansion, covering the hundred-mile city of Yanjing.
Declare that today's Prince Jin's Mansion is different from the past!
Regardless of whether Jin Wang Li Qingquan was nervous or not, the reaction in Yanjing City was just as he expected.
The Qing poetry handed down from the world came out from the Prince Jin's Mansion, which was incompatible with Wen Dao, and caused a sensation in Yanjing...
Countless great Confucian scholars ascended to the sky, feeling the long-lost literary and moral atmosphere.
Countless scholars ran out of the study, Qinglian looking at the sky lost her mind.
"Great Jin is back! Da Jin Wen Dao Merry is coming back!" Someone cried out.
"Yes, the iron-blooded thug Zhou Kuohai is dead, and the old Jin imperial palace has become the birthplace of ancient poems and a holy place for writing and Taoism!"
"Today, on top of Zhongshan Mountain, the sky is full of colorful colors. Tonight is night, and the night is full of green poems. I'm afraid that the romance of the Great Jin Dynasty that we have been thinking about is really coming back..."
All of a sudden, countless literati were moved to tears...
Zhou Kuohai occupies this world, no matter how many people like and pursue him, but the literati in Jin can't like him no matter what. Today, Zhou Kuohai's head is in a different place, and the prince of the Jin Dynasty once again settled in the Jin Palace. Everyone has mixed feelings about it of.
When Lin Su published a poem handed down from generation to generation, it immediately won the hearts of literati.
Let the literati see the long-lost literary light.
Maybe it was the effect Lin Su created deliberately, but maybe it was just an accident...
And another surprise...
absolute surprise...
The holy voice in the air: "The poem "Farewell is Difficult" has been handed down to the world, and I give you the cultural treasure 'Cold Moon'!"
The blue light in the sky merged into a crescent moon and shot into Lin Su's forehead!
Lin Su's Wenshan is bright and incomparably transparent!
But at this time, an accident happened!
A small jade box around Lin Su's waist burst open with a click, and the ground cover butterfly seemed to wake up from a dream, and turned into a ray of moonlight, shooting into this round of cold moon. In the cold moon, its figure appeared, still half Wings, but it has already woken up, using this half of its wings to circle and swirl in the cold moon, wisps of light from the cold moon shot into its body, and its wings became complete at a speed visible to the naked eye...
Feeling all this, Lin Su's heart was agitated...
The earth-covering butterfly is a very special existence to him...
When this thing grows up, it is comparable to an ancient real dragon. It has shown a few small clues, which fully confirms its magical high-end.
He was not willing to give up such a sharp weapon.
However, he also knows that this thing is beyond his control. He carries an ancient strange object that he can't control at all. It is very risky to say that Li Xiaotian is worried that it will blow the dragon army to the other side of Ling Dingyang. I'm also worried, worried that this thing will blow Lin Su across the sea of Wuxin with one wing.
Just when he was worrying about gains and losses, and wanted it a little, but didn't dare to want it, the ground-covering butterfly gave him an answer. When facing the blood coffin, when facing the inevitable situation of death, the ground-covering butterfly saved his life.
In this way, no matter what level of consideration Lin Su has, he can't give it up easily - you can't bully it and get seriously injured, just ignore the fact that it is a lifesaver.
But this savior, he can't save its life, because it is the injury of the holy way.
Who can save it but a saint?
And tonight, an accident appeared!
The temple gave him a cold moon. The appearance of this cold moon is completely different from the previous rewards from the temple. The previous rewards had instructions. Tell him what it is and what it is for, but Hanyue has no instructions!
Lin Su didn't know what it was useful for, but now the answer seemed to be revealed, this cold moon can heal the ground-covering butterfly's wounds!
Could it be an upgraded version of Rejuvenation Miao?
Of course, Lin Su is just guessing about these...
"Brother, tonight you published a poem handed down from generation to generation. You want to tell the people of Jin that the current Jin Palace is fundamentally different from the old Jin Palace that only focused on violence but not culture?" Lin Su whispered into his ear. Come Li Qingquan's voice.
Lin Su looked back at Li Qingquan's bright, clear but innocent eyes, and wanted to tell him, don't think too complicated, my original intention is not as lofty as you think, I just want to seduce your girl of……
However, he still talked about it seriously...
Cough, there is some meaning in this regard. The most important thing for you to take over the three thousand miles of the old Jin Dynasty is to collect the hearts of the people, and the hearts of the people are guided by the literati. The literati are obviously closer to the literary way. Let's build your Jin Palace first. The Holy Land of the Way of Writing, let those literati come to the bowl first...
Li Qingquan laughed loudly: "Brother's methods are really unspeakable, let's talk tonight by candlelight, let's talk about the next Dajin, how to revolutionize..."
He seems to understand the word revolution...
This chat lasted until five o'clock.
Lin Su was sent to the guest room, An Ye sat on the bed and waited for him.
Then, play until dawn.
The next day, May [-]th!
Lin Su left the northern border!
As soon as he left, the earth-shaking event in the northern border unfolded on the same day...
(End of this chapter)