The national teacher of Su Shenguo is more than 180 years old, the folds on his face can kill flies, and the whole person is as old as the bark of a tree, but no matter how old he is, he is the greatest national teacher in the hearts of the people. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The palace of the Prudent King.

The old king, who was already in his sixties, finally swallowed his breath, the young prince knelt at the head of the old king's bed and mourned, crying hoarsely, the old national teacher who was more than 100 years old bent over, holding a cane in his hand, and a face with only wrinkles could not see whether it was joy or sadness, but where would it be joy?

He is a prudent national teacher, assisting generations of kings, witnessing the birth of generations of virtuous kings, and witnessing the death of generations of virtuous kings, he has seen too much.

After being polished by the long years, his joys and sorrows have long ceased to be blazing, and his passion has long since dissipated.

"Condolences change. The old national teacher patted the prince's back, and his voice was also old, as if he had gone through the vicissitudes of a hundred generations.

The young prince, no, perhaps the young king nodded, but there was still sorrow in his eyes.

He knew that he would become king one day, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly, let alone so suddenly, like a meteor streaked across the night sky—no one could have predicted what moment it would be.

On the day the new king succeeded to the throne, it suddenly rained on a sunny day, and the rain continued for nine days and nine nights, until the whole royal city was flooded, and the rain stopped.

After the flood, the young king lay on the lap of the old national teacher and wept bitterly. The young king had not yet gone through the ordeal, as if it only took a little setback to bring him down.

"Why does God give me so many tribulations, is it because I am inferior to my father?"

The old national teacher's crutches were put aside, and his dry hand like a branch slapped on the young king's back, and his voice was like two rusty iron lumps constantly rubbing: "The Xiongchang tree is withered." ”

The young king cried even more sadly.

There is a tree name called Xiongchang, the first to enter the emperor, take it here. Whenever a wise monarch succeeds to the throne or a saint appears, the Xiongchang tree will grow and bloom, and then the people of the Su Shen Kingdom will take the leaves of the Xiongchang tree to make clothes, but now that the Xiongchang tree is withered, doesn't the heavens think that he should not be king?

The old national teacher looked at the distant sky, but his face full of folds seemed to exude the same brilliance, which made people unconsciously ignore his old countenance - as if the old national teacher was not an old national teacher, but a peerless beautiful man with a peerless demeanor.

"Do you know what's in the East?" After a long while, the old national teacher withdrew his gaze.

The young king was still crying, and when he heard the old national teacher's question, he suddenly looked up in confusion.

What was in the East? Of course he didn't know.

When the old national teacher was young, he traveled south and north, and he didn't know how many rivers and mountains he had traveled, how could he know the place that the old national teacher knew?

"If you want the tree to grow, maybe the people from the East can help you. ”

The old national teacher pointed out a clear path for the young king. He is already old, and he can no longer change his life against the sky, and he can no longer assist a new king.

East, East, the young King of Su Shen muttered these two words, as if he was enchanted.

If he finds the East, it means that the Xiongchang Tree will grow again, and he will become a generation of Ming Emperors? The young King Su Shen begged the old national teacher to seek the Oriental people for him, but the old national teacher was too old to go through such a trek through mountains and rivers again.

"Young boy, I'm too old to walk. The search for the East can only leave you alone. The old national teacher's withered hands stroked the top of King Su Shen's head, and said with a sigh.

He is too old, and he has been too old, and a person who is more than 180 years old, where can he still look for the so-called immortals? Not only is he old, but he also has no hot pillows, even if he still hopes for the prosperity of this country.

With tears in his eyes, the young King Su Shen reluctantly bid farewell to the old national teacher and the land he loved, and embarked on the road to find the Orientals with his bags and vast servants.

On the day that King Su Shen left, the old national teacher stood on the city wall for a long time, until the sun waned and the stars gradually rose, and he did not leave.

Some people say that the old national teacher is too old and can no longer be a national teacher, some people say that the old national teacher is crazy, and some people say that the old national teacher has not much lifespan, but those are all people who say that no one knows what the old national teacher is thinking.

The old national teacher stood on the city wall for nine days and nine nights, saw nine sunrises, nine sunsets, nine noon suns, and nine moons, and then the old national teacher fell on the city wall.

He was too old to stand for nine days.

The people of Su Shen Country thought that the old national teacher was going to die, and at this time, these people really realized how much the entire Su Shen country needed the old national teacher.

The old national teacher is no longer a simple person, he has become a kind of belief for them, as if the old national teacher is here, they don't need to worry about anything.

On the first day of the old national teacher's coma, the people of Su Shenguo filled the courtyard of the old national teacher with flowers.

On the second day of the old national teacher's coma, the people of Su Shenguo filled the courtyard of the old national teacher with everlasting lights.

On the third day of the old national teacher's coma, the people of Su Shen began to pray sincerely, praying that the old national teacher would wake up as soon as possible.

The fourth day of the old national teacher's coma......

When people had begun to get up and pray for the old national teacher every morning, the old national teacher woke up.

The old national teacher could no longer get up on his own, and the old servant, who was also old, trembled and helped the old national teacher, and then heard a long and distant sigh from the old national teacher's mouth, as if from ancient times.

"How long has the king been gone?"

"It's seventeenth. The old servant replied.

"Has it been seventeen?" the old national teacher's eyelids twitched, as if he was thinking about something.

It's been 17 days.

"Yes, it has been seventeen days since the king left the royal city. The old servant wiped the saliva from the corner of the old national teacher's mouth.

The old national teacher didn't seem to feel that the corners of his mouth were drooling at all, but he beckoned with great effort, and the servants at the door rushed in.

"Prepare the car. The old national teacher said.

The servants immediately scattered, and only the old servant was still standing by the bedside, dutifully replacing the old national teacher's already wet pants.

"Is the national teacher going to chase the king?"

"I'm going to chase a dream. The old national teacher did not answer, but tilted his head and replied.

He had a dream in which he was still young and beautiful, and he had a lovely little wife, and then the little wife became an immortal, and he died, and then, he woke up.

He had never had such a strong urge - he didn't want to wake up, he wanted to pursue that lovely figure, even if it might have been a dream.

But so what? He's old, old and no passion, and now he needs passion—maybe it's going to kill him. (To be continued.) )