Soon, a group of fishermen were brought to the father, exactly six. The fisherman was a little surprised to see the many soldiers, but he did not appear to be afraid. The soldiers of Xiqi are not like the soldiers and thieves in other places, the soldiers and civilians here are a family, as long as people do not break the law, the soldiers will never make things difficult for others.

"The little people pay homage to the king."

"Don't dare to be such a great gift as a sage, please get up quickly, please get up quickly." The father immediately stepped forward to help the fisherman, and Gu also learned to do so, pretending to be willing to help the fisherman who approached him.

"My lord, where are we waiting for some kind of sage, they are all idlers. I waited for the early morning to go out to fish, returned from selling fish at noon, and drank to the moon at night. ”

"It's fun, it's fun." The father sighed and asked, "The lonely party just listened to the rhyme of the song sung by Mr. Qingqi, and dared to ask who did it?" ”

The fisherman replied, "Thirty-five miles away from here, there is a Pan Creek, and there is an old man in the stream, who often composes this song." I waited for my ears to hear it well, so I sang it with my mouth, this song was not composed by the small people. ”

"I see, please come back." After the fisherman bowed, he returned to the boat.

"Let's go, go with the lonely to visit the sage."

"No." After that, my father took me and others to drive the horse to Panxi, and after twenty-five miles, I heard the sound of singing in the forest ahead.

The phoenix is not lacking, but the world is full of filth.

Long Xingyun is out of the tiger, and the world is looking for a virtuous road.

You don't see the cultivators, and the heart is happy Yao Shun and Li hoe.

did not meet the three envoys of Chengtang, and embraced the left apprentice of Jinglun.

I didn't see a Fu Yanzi again, Xiao Xiao was sweet and cold.

When I didn't see Gaozong's dream, Linyu hid the soil for life.

In ancient times, the virtuous and virtuous were humiliated and honored, and the people of the end of the water margin.

And the horizontal shepherd flute sings the clear day, and the cattle plough the white clouds.

The princely wealth and wealth slanted down, looking up to the sky and smiling at Mingjun.

"Haha, the sage is here." The father was overjoyed and ordered: "Go to the forest and invite the sage." Xinjia received the order and rode his horse into the forest, and soon Xinjia brought six woodcutters to his father.

"I don't know who the sage is, see you Chang." Father dismounted to greet him.

"I'm not a sage, but a woodcutter in the mountains."

"If it weren't for the sage, would Ann be able to sing such a song with such a rhyme?"

"The king doesn't know that ten miles away from this Pan Creek, there is an old man, fishing in the morning and evening. The small people waited for the firewood to come back, the stream rested, and listened to and sang this song day and night; The people were familiar with it, so they sang it casually. Not knowing that the king is coming, it is the sin of the people to avoid it. As he spoke, he also pointed out where his father was cross-legged.

Xu is father is old and confused, and he actually believes their words. Thirty-five miles, ten miles, this is clearly showing the way for us. In order for Jiang Ziya to be an official in Xiqi justifiably, he actually sent twelve golden immortals to change into fishermen and woodcutters to be the ones who guide the way, but he is really a master of trickery.

But this An can hide the lonely hexagram.

Farewell to the woodcutter, I waited seven miles forward, and then I heard the sound of singing.

The spring water is long and the spring grass is strange, and the goldfish has not met the hidden Pan Creek.

The world does not know Gao Xianzhi, only as an old fishing rock by the stream.

The song was sung by a man who carried firewood on his shoulders, although the song was short, it was everywhere Jiang Ziya, and it also showed Jiang Ziya's ambition. It's not that I'm willing to live in seclusion in Panxi without showing my ambitions, but that the world doesn't know the sages, and if someone comes to ask, they will go out of the mountain to help.

"Doctor, the songwriter looks familiar." Lonely and San Yisheng drove a horse and said casually.

San Yisheng looked at it, was immediately stunned, and said: "King, the person who composed the song seems to be the Bukit who killed the gate army." ”

The father didn't look at it, and immediately shook his head and said, "The doctor is bad." Bukit is dead in the abyss. Pre-acting innate numbers, how can there be any reason why Bukit is still there? "My father has always been very confident in his innate numbers, just like when I was extremely confident in my own arithmetic.

Convinced that it was Bukit, San Yisheng immediately ordered Xin Fu to "bring the man for questioning." "San Yisheng, you are really troublesome.

Now that I think about it, it could be that you are the inner line of the exposition and the teachings placed in my Xiqi. Yes, yes, you listen to Jiang Ziya everywhere, Jiang Ziya also delegated to you back then, it's ridiculous, you are still a loyal general.

When the man saw Xin Fu coming, he couldn't avoid it, hurriedly put down the pick, and knelt on the ground. "It's really Bukit. Come with me to see the lord" Xin Fu took the sword and escorted Bukit to see his father.

When his father saw Bukit, he was so angry that his face was flushed, and he shouted, "Piff! How dare you bully the orphan too much! He also said to San Yisheng: "A cunning person like the doctor must be strictly investigated. Kill and injure people's lives, dodge heavy and light, if you are escaped by Bukit today, then there is a mistake in the 'innate number', how can it be passed on? What my father cares about the most is the "innate number" he created after being imprisoned in Jinli for seven years, and now he is angry that Bukit has made a mistake, which can be regarded as his father's life's work.

After hearing this, Wu Ji cried and said: "Ji is a law-abiding and public citizen, and he does not dare to rebel." Just because he accidentally injured someone's life, he went to ask an old man. Three miles away from here, the place name Creek, this person is a native of Xuzhou in the East China Sea, the surname is Jiang Ming, the word Ziya, and the road number is Feixiong. He asked the villain to worship him as a master, told the little people to go home and dig a pit, told the little people to sleep in it, covered his body with grass, lit a lamp in front of his head, lit a lamp behind his feet, used a handful of rice on the grass, sprinkled it on it, and slept until dawn. King, ants are still greedy for life, how can anyone spare their lives? I also hope that the king will be gracious and forgive the small people. ”

Before his father could speak, San Yisheng shouted "Congratulations to the king!" Wu Gu said: 'This humane is called a flying bear. 'It is the sign of the spiritual platform. In the past, Shang Gaozong dreamed of flying bears at night, and Fu said. Today's king dreams of flying bears and deserves to have a tooth. Today, the king is happy, and he is seeking talent. King Wang's pardon of Bukit's innocence and ask Bukit to go to the forest to invite the Magi to meet him. ”

After the Sanyisheng dialect was finished, Na Bukit suddenly got up and rushed towards the forest.

"Hey!" The father was caught off guard and raised his hand to stop him.

"Abandon the horse and go into the forest alone." The forest is deep and dense, and it is difficult for horses to walk. Wu Ji calculated this, so he ran into the forest without waiting for his father to speak, and if his father pursued his familiarity with the terrain, he would always be able to throw us off.

"Bukit, where is the sage?"

Wu Ji didn't see Jiang Ziya in the forest, and he was very panicked, "I was here, but now I am gone." "It's clearly a bunch of nonsense, Jiang Ziya is a fisherman, he doesn't fish in the stream, is it possible to go into the forest to cut wood? If you want to chop wood yourself, you have to do what this disciple of Bukit does.

"Does the sage have a place to live?" San Yisheng asked.

"Not far ahead, there is a grass hut. Please come with me, everybody. This time, Bukit seemed very calm, because he believed that Jiang Ziya was in the grass hut and would definitely save him.

Bukit led his father to the thatched hut, and his father lightly buckled the firewood door with his hand, fearing that he would make a mistake. I saw a small boy open the door inside.

Father asked with a smile, "Is the teacher here?" ”

The boy said: "No, fellow friends are idle." ”

His father asked, "When will you return?" ”

The boy said, "Not sure." Or just go back, or one or two days, or three or five days, Ping's traces are fixed, every mountain and water, or teachers or friends, they talk about the Tao, so there is no time. ”

San Yisheng said on the side: "The minister enlightens the lord." Seek talents and recruit talents, and be pious. Today's intention is not sincere, and it is advisable to stay away. In the past, the ancient Shennong worshiped Changsang, Xuanyuan worshiped Lao Peng, the Yellow Emperor worshiped the wind, and Tang worshiped Yiyin. My lord, please drive back for the time being. ”

When my father heard this, he nodded and said, "The doctor's words are true." Ordered Bukit to return to the dynasty with him. Now recalling the scene when Bukit was held by Xin Jia and Xin Fu, and frequently looked back at the grass hut, Gu felt funny. He thought that Jiang Ziya would save him, but Jiang Ziya watched him being taken away by his father in the grass hut.

The father is not stupid, and the "hostage" father also understands. Jiang Ziya, since you want to pretend to be a master, then good, I will give you the treatment of a master, but you don't know how to lift, if I can't see you when I come again, then don't blame me for killing your apprentice.

When my father went to the stream, he saw a strange scene and a secluded forest. It is a poem

Slaughtering mountains and rivers is far away, and the ambitions of the great sages can be complicit.

There is no rod fishing here, and people in the world are worried about a few days off.

I also saw that under the green shade, sitting beside the stone, the fishing rod was floating on the water, and there was no human figure in sight, and my heart was very happy. The repetition of the poem says:

Seeking talents went far to the head of the stream, and there were no sages to see only fishing.

A bamboo green silk weeping green willow, full of red sun water flow.

"Lord, it's not early, please drive back first." San Yisheng urgently asked his father to return to the palace.