Chapter 005: Wooden Sword Wen Xiao Er, a bow to return a bow
Still sat wooden sword Wen Hua all the way to go suffocating, it is not easy to roam from the North Mang to the territory of Liyang, originally thought is not the first trip to Northern Liang, that hard work to save money to buy a whole set of Chun Gong Tu to send to Xiaonian, the results of the old man Huang hard not allowed to say to send their own road to send, Wen Hua gas a Buddha out of the world two Buddha ascension, penniless ranger child was ready to rely on two legs to walk to the Northern Liang, do not want to think of the old man threatened to Huang! After he left, do not want to meet in the capital, Wen Hua cursed after still insisting on going to Northern Liang, yellow old man unprecedentedly soft mouth, said that sooner or later will meet, maybe in the capital, which only dispelled the idea of Wen Hua, the two bought a broken and tattered horse-drawn carts, Wen Hua is accustomed to the hard life, has been very contented, but after a few miles of the road, encouraged the old man Huang do not take the horse-drawn carts, all are practiced martial arts jianghu people, to More fight to sharpen the body, simply two people leading the horse to go, the old man Huang where do not know that this brat is thinking of riding alone broad, good shake that point of the fart of the wind, the real at first did not agree, and then in is not able to simmer down Wen Hua’s mother-in-law nagging, had to shell out the silver money to him to buy a mule, and so far it is still not good enough to have only a wooden sword of the downtrodden Ranger children do not talk about it, ride a mule as a steed, as always, complacent, all the way! Waiting for the mule to eat and drink, than in the teahouse miscellaneous also come to be attentive, let old man Huang look at a glance on the heart once.
Mule under the ass, more and more wooden sword in the hands of the world I have Wen Hua playfully asked: “to the capital, I look for who than the sword to go? Say in advance, I used to fight in the ring to steal the bride, to the people beaten down are a small year to carry me away, when you do not see death to save.”
The old man Huang, who was driving the horse, blandly said, “Bai Jiangshan of the East Vietnam Sword Pond.”
Wen Hua drew in a breath of cold air, and hemmed and hawed, “East Vietnam Sword Pool? I’ve heard of the powerful mess, can we change it? It’s not that I’m afraid of them, but if the masters are fighting, they have to let me warm up my hands first, right?”
Old man Huang snorted, “Alright, Qi Jiajie.”
Wen Hua cautiously asked: “Do what? Eighteen martial arts in the head, play which one?”
Old man Huang said in a bad mood, “The capital’s first swordsman.”
Wen Hua smiled and said, “Old man Huang, didn’t I tell you to find a slightly lesser expert? The name is so big, it’s not appropriate.”
Old man Huang asked, “Looking for someone with a smaller reputation?”
Wen Hua shamelessly nodded his head vigorously, “Let’s take it slow and gradual, one bite won’t make a fat man, right?”
Old man Huang nodded his head, “Then look for a woman named Cuihua, a swordsman’s maid, okay?”
Wen Hua really do not have the face to say no again, think about it, think a maid can be fierce to where, beat his chest and said: “Yes, how can not, is a man can not say no!”
Old man Huang squinted, Wen Hua was looking at the fire, said angrily: “I’m just a meat has not tasted the chick so what, so what? You instead get me a nun with a thin wasp waist and big buns and a big ass!”
Old man Huang calmly said, “Fine, I’ll get you one.”
Wen Hua asked tentatively, “Not bluffing me? Don’t you dare draw me a big pie on paper, I’ll hold a grudge against you for the rest of my life when the time comes!”
Old man Huang simply didn’t bother to speak.
Wen Hua hopefully happy for a moment, some melancholy asked: “Huang old man, I in the end what realm yo, you only teach me two sword, I practice sword and late, really beat others? You give me a bottom, in the end I have no third grade realm!”
Old man Huang laughed, “Third grade?”
Wen Hua heard the word huh, suddenly a jolt, after the fear, and some miss that somehow not able to leave that small teahouse girl, her temper is a little worse, but not much to say, for a woman, it’s not easy. Wen Hua didn’t go to think about her more, carefully asked: “Then there should always be a fourth grade, right?”
The old yellow head impatiently said, “What do you care about these things, just hand out a sword when you meet the enemy, if one sword doesn’t work, then hand out a second sword, if you can’t beat them, get lost.”
Wen Hua made a habitual movement, touched the crotch, sighing, “Damn, when I talked to Xiaonian half a day, only to come up with a few of the first sword in the Central Plains and other overbearing name, it looks like even if the time in the capital became famous in one battle, but also certainly be said to be what the Wen two swords ah Wen two swords ah.”
The old yellow head laughed and asked, “Wen Erjian Wen Erjian is still not good? Then why don’t you call it Wen Er Er? Wen Xiaoyi is fine.”
Wen Hua cursed: “Two two small two your grandfather ah!”
Old yellow head sighed: “Two swords is not enough? It’s a lot. If Li Chun Gang had not been delayed by the two-sleeved green snake, and had earlier entered the great realm of the Sword Immortal with one sword to open the door to heaven, where would he have been in the latter’s miserable situation. Deng Tai’a is now traveling to the East China Sea, why would he not want to return to the One Sword by the Ten Thousand Swords.”
Wen Hua was not happy to hear this, “Old man Huang, it’s really unkind of you to point out the two old and new Sword Gods like that.”
The old man spared a smile and ignored it.
Glancing at the carefree ranger child, two swords to one sword, the difference between heaven and man ah, you kid really pass the hurdle that I help you set up?
When the time comes, you kid will choose land sword fairy, or choose that yellow sorghum dream?
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The late emperor of Liyang once said that all the talents of Spring and Autumn would be put into my urn.
Outside the east wall of the palace city, the six ministries and other government offices are located in the area of the capital people jokingly called Zhaojiajiu, the capital officials gathered, every morning and evening in and out of the government offices, car and horse carrying are jumping over one or even more Dragon Gate of the size of the carp, the Hanlin Academy can be in the thousands of gold can not buy an inch of land Zhaojiajiu exclusive possession of a place in the six ministries of the left and right, see those yellow door Lang is how the nobility of the vulgar, the first minister of the Zhang Julu out of the place, the silence of the unknown for two decades to come out of nowhere. Twenty years before the latter, but also more than forty members of the size of the yellow door bottom, not to mention that this piece of feng shui treasure of the recent famous ministers only out of a Jin Lanting, jumped to become the son of God’s close ministers, but also let a person coveted, but unfortunately this place is not who sharpened his head on the way to go in. However, most of the yellow door Lang can survive some years, one after another into the Ministry of six as a key position, but also here in the ass is sitting for decades did not make progress in the elm lumps, learning nature is not small, but they do not have the ability to change the reputation into a real rank and real gold and silver, hold up the sneak to earn a few pen pen, laughable is this kind of pen income are silk or white rice, penman hands do not receive yellow and white things, you can imagine these pedants, but they are not the same, but also the same. Can imagine, these pedantic Huangmen Lang love feather to what extent. Huangmen Lang is not easy to increase the number of members, Jin Lanting used to be the exception, he is the big yellow door quit the Hanlin Academy to serve as a living room Lang, a small yellow door from the family spent countless family favors to be able to rise, vacated the position of the small yellow door is still vacant, so that the court those who have a good heir to the pivotal dignitaries competed in the face of the red, this is not to hear that the Ministry of the Ministry of the Ministry of Finance and the light generals in the court meeting out of the court after the almost hands fight, but for the Huangmen Lang has been The people, these are idle anecdotes and laughs, the only laugh is perhaps only Song Keli, Song old man died hard, late, Song two husband had to take the blame and resigned from the State Scholarship right priest, closed the door to thank the guests, it is not easy to win some in the fight with the left priest Lu Daoling, violently collapsed, all into the clouds of smoke, as for the Song family has not yet been affected by the young, but in the Hanlin Academy It is also shaky, the original confidant of those who seem to be a gentleman’s friend are gradually approaching, more fickle than a woman’s face. Only a Hanlin Yuan laughing stock character, originally and Song Ke Li is only a nodding acquaintance, and now the phoenix is not as good as the chicken, in turn, is the initiative to get closer to a few points, today and carry a pot of apricot burn is not good or bad to find Song Ke Li to cut learning, away from the Yang court, the only Hanlin Yuan can be drinking in the daytime, as long as there is no delay in the official business, that is, sound sleep and snoring also does not matter, His Majesty the Emperor in winter some years ago, once without warning, to see a Drunkenness is still dreaming of poetry of the sparsely crazy Huangmen Lang, the bystanders scared to silence, not expected to be known as diligent His Majesty just smiled for that guy put on a fox fur, the rest of the Huangmen Lang frankly “I can not afford to be slack, not the other Ministry of official laziness, only tolerate your bullying,” the dynasty and the field rumored to be a beautiful story.
Song Ke Li has nothing to do is buried in reading a book turned many times, “Dan Zhi Lu”, that is said to be more than fifty years old, but maintenance such as the age of confusion of the old yellow door smiled and sat down, put the wine pot resting on the book case. Song Ke Li looked at this Hanlin Academy most do not know how to drill the old-timer, the heart inevitably sigh, talk about how grateful, just some helplessness. The sky has unpredictable clouds is not false, but their own family will also be blessed in the twilight disaster, so that after the birth of the smooth flow of Song Ke Li is very confused, the future is dark and difficult to understand, which have the mood to drink. But this not so young brother is so insensitive, every now and then to find him drinking, fortunately not how to talk. Song Ke Li know that he lisp, word writing is unique, blunt and sinewy, with his father’s hand was once the popularity of the “official Song” diametrically opposed to the Hanlin Academy stalls on the hard work, colleagues like to put off to this person, the surname of Yuan Park’s odd man is also good to talk to, not to be rejected, rumor has it that the knees have no children, not like the rest of the yellow door, like a man who always gives him a lot of money to do. Huangmen Lang so often get themselves a bunch of what “Mr.” “mountain man” of the name, Song Ke Li into the Hanlin Academy, did not see which time he called his friends to go to the green house to buy a drink, no one to come here to ask him to do things, although it is said that a gentleman is not a friend of the party, such as the Yuan Park Such a widowed to the end, the phoenix feather.
About the inferiority of the articulation, a large age is still a small yellow door Yuan Park see Song Ke Li does not drink, continue to drink alone, Song Ke Li really can not bear this person’s attitude, put down the books, asked gently: “Yuan Huangmen, with all due respect, you want to burn my Song family’s cold stove? Thinking that in the future, when the Song family resurfaces from the ashes, I will miss your closeness during this period of time?”
The old yellow door smiled and shook his head.
If it was someone else, Song Ke Li would not have easily believed it, but for some reason, when he saw this person, he was convinced. So Song Ke Li became more and more curious and couldn’t help but ask, “Then why are you inviting me for a drink at this time?”
The words of the Yuan Park pen spread paper, sketching is not heavy, by no means deliberately pursuing into the wood, but write with a degree of urgency, after writing, put aside the pen, turn the rice paper, Song Ke Li looked at, “Piffle bravery without etiquette is chaotic forbidden, scholar bravery without righteousness is chaotic country. Gentleman bravery is not in victory, but in victory themselves.”
Song Ke Li said bitterly: “You are saying that I am weak? But I am a man of few words, how can I save the tide of madness? His Majesty’s dragon face is furious, my father not only closed the door to refuse guests, in the home are closed mouth speech, what can I do?”
The old Huangmen, who did not look old but was actually quite old, lifted up his pen again, turned back to the rice paper that had been left blank nine times out of ten, and continued to write the next sentence.
“The scholar has three disregards, Qi family disregards the cultivation of the body, ruling the country disregards the Qi family, and leveling the world disregards the ruling of the country.”
Song Ke Li chewed on it for a while, still shaking his head, “The Confucianism of cultivating one’s body and unifying one’s family, ruling the country and leveling the world is not that bear’s paw and shark’s fin that can’t be combined.”
Yuan Huangmen pressed one hand on the rice paper to rotate, then smiled and wrote down the word Confucianism on the rice paper, gently pressed down the brush, heavily erased the word teach, plus a word family. Song Ke Li nodded, not refuting this.
This person wrote down another line of words: the word public and private, human ghosts.
Song Ke Li is not that stupid person, a little that is understood, to cite a three, “Yuan Huangmen is trying to say that the word public, but also divided into large and small? And I not only even small public heart is lacking, and only selfishness?”
Old Yellow Gate nodded. Not a nerd who was uninitiated to the extreme would be so blunt? Readers emphasize reputation and face, a thousand years ago was so, a thousand years later is destined to remain so.
Song Ke Li was poked in seven inches, a sad smile, this time really want to get drunk and do not think about anything, took the wine pot poured a cup full of wine, raised his head and drank.
Yuan Huangmen took the trouble to write down a line: the human heart is cool, not the fault of the world.
Then he took the tip of the mill and pointed to his head, and then pointed to his heart.
Song Ke Li asked softly, “Yuan Huang Men is teaching me to keep it in my head and put it down in my heart.”
Yuan Huangmen nodded in relief, ready to put aside his pen, thought for a moment, and slowly wrote down the fourth line: the defeat of the world’s families and countries, can not escape the two words of accumulation and gradual bane. The rise of the world’s families and nations cannot be separated from the credit of the two words Jiejian.
“Thank you Mr. Yuan for teaching me, Song Ke Li dare not forget in this life.”
Song Ke Li got up, Cang Ran tears, deeply bowed.
Yuan Park did not make a sound, just drank a mouthful of wine, lowered his head and blew lightly on the ink, waiting for it to dry up, before turning it over and replacing it with a hard brush, writing in fly-head script, “Do you know the death of the Song family, from whose hand?”
After Song Ke Li took his seat, he turned his head and wiped away his tears with his sleeve, took a deep breath, and calmly said, “Look at the mountain is the mountain and the water is the water. Must be that Jing’an King Zhao Xun.”
The two small yellow doors of the age difference between the two small yellow doors a drop of pen and speak, odd and treacherous.
If you get in charge of the power and authority of the state, public and private harm, can you take revenge to solve the hatred?
“No!”
If you become a pillar of the court, public and private and do not harm, will revenge to release hate?
“Depending on the situation, how favorable to the country and the people, I will be how. I Song Ke Li even by Mr. Yuan as a generation of big ambition and talent, but also willing to seek the world, this is indeed Song Ke Li’s heartfelt words.”
Scholar has three disregard, at this time you can still shake your head?
“No longer dare.”
Yuan Huangmen put down the pen, two fingers rubbing each other fingertip ink, finally hoarse vague opening, “Song Ke Li, reasoning you understand, because you are very smart, a lot of things on the spot. But I still want to ask you one more sentence, can endure humiliation, unknown for ten or twenty years?”
Song Ke Li did not hesitate to say: “Zhang shoufu can do it, why can’t I do it?”
Yuan Huangmen spit out the words extremely difficult, speech is slow as an old turtle climbing, “your father will be charged to return to his hometown, a lifetime may not serve.”
Song Ke Li face pale.
Yuan Huangmen continue to expressionless, slowly in the heart of the Song Daifeng knife: “Zhang Julu can still hibernate in the Hanlin Academy to accumulate momentum, and ultimately have the old First Minister to give shade, but you have to even a small yellow door can not do.”
Song Ke Li mind a blank.
Knowing that this kind of tragedy is only a slight possibility, by no means in front of the old yellow door can be prophetic, but listen in the ear, is rolling thunder in the sky.
Yuan Huangmen got up with a sneer and said: “Who does not know how to make a few beautiful articles, who does not understand a few words of reasoning, who is not claiming to be unrecognized talent? You Song Ke Li should have gotten out of the Hanlin Academy.”
Carrying wine, waved his sleeve and left.
Song Ke Li slowly got up, said softly to the old yellow door back across the threshold: “Thank you again Mr. Yuan teach me.”
On that day, was the Hanlin Academy as the Dragon Gate flowing water to and from countless colleagues as a laughingstock Yuan Huangmen, after the night ban in the Palace, knocked a bronze ring on a side door.
Only from the inner official supervisor seal retired old eunuch opened the door, stooping almost to hands and the ground.
He did not have any words, nor did he have a companion.
I’m afraid that even the twelve supervisors on duty for decades of old eunuchs do not know, the pattern of the tightly regulated palace there is a side door straight road straight to the son of heaven residence.
Along the way there is no figure.
Yuan Huangmen just walked to the emperor’s residence like this, and even after seeing that Zhao family’s son of heaven who hurriedly walked down the steps with his clothes on, still no one appeared.
This Emperor of the Liyang Dynasty, upon seeing the half-mute Yuan Huangmen, smiled and bowed, “Greetings, sir.”
Who under the heavens could afford this bow from the Son of Heaven?
The emperor took a few steps closer and asked softly, “Have you found a candidate?”
The old yellow door, who had cut off half of his tongue, nodded and said flatly and vaguely, “Song Ke Li.”
The Zhao Family’s Son of Heaven was relieved, not even bothering to ask why.
Because this person in front of him had been cited by Xun Ping as both a confidant and a great enemy, and ultimately used his hand to cook Xun Ping.
The Eight Dragons seized the throne, supporting the current son Zhao Jian to sit on the dragon chair, and making the old Jing’an King Zhao Heng hate him for the rest of his life.
Mastermind of the White Clothes Case.
Promoted Zhang Julu.
Repelled the King of Northern Liang by secret order.
Framed King Zhao Suo of Jiaodong.
Suggested to take the son of Northern Liang as the emperor’s son-in-law.
Banned Gu Jiantang from the position of Minister of War for 18 years.
Luring Old Master Song to hide the copies of his medals.
Proposed that the Emperor’s son, Zhao Kai, go to the Western Regions with a bottle.
Inside the Confucianism and law, the surface of the Taoist repudiation of Buddhism.
Letting the Nine to Five call himself a puppet with strings.
Sixty-seven seeds were dropped by Northern Liang Li Yishan.
Only Yuan Benxi!