The bamboo forest in Jiajia Village is empty. Ming Yi Dao Chang walked slowly alone, and a gust of wind blew. Taoist robes and bamboo leaves dance in the wind, like a fairy among the gods. The wind is blowing, should the past also be scattered with the wind? On that day, who saw off the poor road in the bamboo forest? He may have long been absent from the world, and who can tell clearly what is right and wrong. Two magpies flew from the sky and circled in the sky above him. Maybe it's okay today, but, that dust.

A horse-drawn carriage galloped in and shattered the silence of the village. Xu Yanping, Jia Fu and Liu Sheng rode in a carriage, and their entourage and guards were all placed in Jiangling Mansion. Zhao Jian was playing on the road, and Jia Fu hurriedly shouted to stop after seeing it in the carriage. The three of them got out of the carriage, and Zhao Jian rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "Uncle Xiao Sheng, Brother Fu, are you back......."

"Come back and play for two days, and leave tomorrow. Jane'er, your mother, they've been okay lately." Liu Sheng looked at Zhao Jian, looking incredulous, and asked.

"Mother, they're very good, it's just that Jane sometimes misses you. Oh, I'm sorry, grandpa, Jane didn't notice you just now." Zhao Jian had just finished answering Liu Sheng's words when he noticed Xu Yanping behind them and hurriedly greeted him.

Xu Yanping looked at Zhao Jian's cute appearance, and a smile appeared on his face: "You are Jian'er, you are so good." There are gifts in Grandpa's carriage, I don't know if you like it or not."

"Grandpa, what kind of gift is it? No, no, my mother said, Jian'er is a good child, and she can't ask for other people's gifts for nothing." When Zhao Jian heard that there was a gift, his eyes lit up. Seeing Xu Yanping turn around and prepare to go to the carriage to get it, he suddenly remembered his mother's words, and hurriedly shook his head and said no.

When Xu Yanping heard Zhao Jian's words, his smile became a little thicker. Got into the carriage, took out a small gift box from it, and walked over: "This will not work, you can do me a favor." I'm giving you this gift, when your mother asks. You could also say that it wasn't for nothing."

"Then old man, what do you want Jian'er to do?" Zhao Jian looked at the exquisite packaging of the gift box without blinking his eyes.

Jia Fu and Liu Sheng glanced at each other and laughed. Xu Yanping looked at Zhao Jian and asked in embarrassment: "I heard that you have a fairy-like Taoist here, I don't know where he is now."

"I was just playing on the road, and Daoist Mingyi greeted me. I heard him tell others that he wanted to go to the bamboo forest alone." After Zhao Jian finished answering, he stared intently at the gift box in Xu Yanping's hand.

Xu Yanping was amused by Zhao Jian's appearance, and hurriedly gave him the gift box in his hand: "You have done grandpa a great favor, and this gift will be given to you."

"Thank you, grandpa......". Zhao Jian happily took the gift box and proudly showed it to Jia Fu.

Jia Fu deliberately glared at Zhao Jian angrily: "I still have something to look for Niu Bi, I'll clean you up later."

"Jian'er, you go play first, and I'll come back to you later." Liu Sheng looked at Zhao Jian with a smile, and the three of them got back into the carriage. Zhao Jian secretly grimaced at the back of the carriage.

After a short time, they had arrived at the bamboo forest, the three of them got off the carriage, and Liu Sheng walked in front and walked into the forest with Jia Fu and Xu Yanping. The sound of the piano drifts into the ears with the wind, which makes people's hearts feel peaceful.

Not far ahead, Ming Yidao sat cross-legged with his fingers running over the strings. A gust of wind gently blew the robe. At this time, he was like an immortal about to be feathered.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, Mingyi raised his head, and a gentle voice sounded: "Yanping hasn't seen him for decades, but it's okay."

"Li Yu, you have been hiding from me so hard, I have been looking for you for decades. What happened back then, why did you become the way you are?" As soon as the words fell, Xu Yanping's eyes involuntarily dripped two old tears.

Daoist Mingyi didn't answer immediately, just pointed ahead. Xu Yanping gently wiped away his tears and sat down cross-legged in front of him. Liu Sheng and Jia Fu glanced at each other, bowed silently to Ming Yidao, turned around and walked out of the bamboo forest slowly.

Watching the two walk away, Daoist Mingyi smiled at Xu Yanping: "Now sitting in front of you is Mingyi, an insignificant Taoist." Li Yu was just a dream yesterday, since it was a dream, why bother obsessing."

"In the past, you didn't believe in Buddhism every day, but now why are you entering the Tao? Please tell me what happened back then. You know how hard I've been in the past few decades." Xu Yanping stared at Daoist Mingyi, for fear of missing a word.

The sound of the piano sounded again, and the scene of the past came to mind. The fire in Jinling was raging, and a man in a brocade robe ran out of the city in a panic.

Li Yu burned down the palace last night, trying to fake his death and escape from the secret passage. Running in a hurry all night, he unknowingly lost his way outside Jinling City. A bamboo forest appeared in front of him, and an old man sat in the bamboo forest, full of wine and food in front of him.

The old man looked at the figure in front of him and was not in a hurry to speak, but just pointed to the seat opposite. Li Yu was taken aback, seeing that it had reached such a point, he didn't shirk it, and sat down generously.

Li Yu was not polite, and ate directly. The old man smiled slightly, not surprised: "Lord, the old minister has been waiting for a long time, aren't you surprised?"

"Surprised? If you want to say surprise, it should be the former prime minister of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and today's Lord Shangshu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty." Li Yu's tone was cold, looking at this old man whom he had always respected since he was a child.

The old man was not angry, and looked at Li Yu: "Do you know why it happened, and now the situation in front of you."

"I haven't been able to figure it out, and I want to ask my teacher, the former prime minister of the Southern Tang Dynasty, to answer for me." Li Yu finished drinking a glass of wine and looked at the old man.

The old man looked at Li Yu and said word by word: "Because of the division of the martial arts, the world is suffering day by day, and the people want to return."

"It's a good sentence that the world is suffering every day, and the people think of returning. May I ask me which point in the Southern Tang Dynasty is worse than in the Northern Zhou? Isn't it not enough for me to treat you well? Or is it that I, Li Yu, am a faint gentleman and don't accept advice. If the student doesn't understand, the teacher is willing to teach me at this time." Li Yu looked at the old man and asked a series of rhetorical questions.

The old man's eyes showed a trace of unbearability: "It's a pity that the lord of the country lacks a trace of courage."

"Courage? It was you who let the widow give the order to send troops, and it was you who let the Northern Zhou sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. It was you who made it easy for me to destroy Shu in the Southern Tang Dynasty, and it was you who besieged the army in Shu. Yesterday's forced palace is not who you are. My teacher, the prime minister of the Southern Tang Dynasty, is really good. In terms of strategy, who in this world dares to say that he can compare with you." Li Yu's tone was colder than the other. The country was ruined, not because of foreign enemies, but because of his most beloved teacher, Bu's good hand.

The old man listened to Li Yu's question, and was not annoyed, and asked in a flat tone: "Do you understand the real reason for this."

"The real reason? Isn't it my teacher, in order to show the world your unparalleled plan? It's not all your work." Li Yu listened to the old man's question, his anger was almost uncontrollable, and he was about to burst out.

The old man looked at Li Yu, who was about to become angry, and shook his head helplessly: "Do you remember that I once proposed to you to suppress the martial artists. As a result, your ears are soft, and you forget it without a trace in a few days. You are very kind, but you are too kind. I am the prime minister, and my status in the country is sometimes not as good as a small temperance envoy. But I'm not just a prime minister, I'm a scribe. Since the late Tang Dynasty, the feudal towns have been divided. My generation of scribes is like pigs and dogs in front of the warriors, how can you know that it is miserable. The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty once set an iron law when he ascended the throne, and since today, the first monarch and scholars rule the world together, how can my generation of scribes not go to work."

"The king and the scholar rule the world together, and with just one sentence, he can dominate the north and the south almost without bloodshed." Li Yu finally knew what he was wrong at this time. Even if he doesn't do it, the scribes of this world will naturally do it. That's it, and now I'm tired. In the past, he worshiped the Buddha every day, but the country was ruined. If the Buddha sees it and does not save it, it shows that the Buddha is not credible. Since the Buddha is not credible, and it is too ethereal to seek the next life, then seek this life. Go to the Buddha and enter the Tao, or you can also be at ease.

A line of tears slowly flowed, and it turned out that this was the case. The **** was drunk like mud, and his father said to him. Things are not as simple as I see, do I really blame my father? Xu Yanping looked at Mingyi Daochang: "You said that I should hate or love."

"He is your father and you should love him". Daoist Mingyi looked at Xu Yanping very seriously.

Xu Yanping looked at the sky with a complicated expression and muttered, "Maybe."

The atmosphere in the bamboo forest gradually became cheerful, and a piece of the past drifted away with the wind. Two old friends who haven't seen each other for decades recounted their parting feelings.