Chapter 142: A Dream of Huangliang (I)

Wu Chen seemed to have a dream, a long, long dream.

In the dream, I saw a graceful woman dressed in fine clothes, jewelry, and a big belly, smiling at a handsome man with a handsome face and majestic clothes, and the handsome man couldn't stop laughing when he touched the graceful woman's high bulging belly.

Time flies, the graceful woman is about to give birth, the servants and mothers-in-law in the delivery room come and go in groups, be careful and abnormal, but not handsome to see the man.

The picture changed, the handsome man stood in a large hall, the high crown on his head was removed, several brocade slaves walked forward, and changed a more gorgeous high crown for the handsome man, the handsome man knelt and bowed to the yellow-robed majestic man in twilight who sat on the dragon chair at the front, and walked out of the main hall.

The picture resurfaces on a green embankment, a handsome man with a short beard is becoming more and more heroic, holding a half-grown child in his hand, with a round chin and a straight face, and when he grows up, he must be no less handsome than a handsome man, and there is a graceful woman in brocade on the side, but a trace of sadness appears in the corners of his eyes.

Time flies, half-grown children grow into teenagers, and their handsome faces are far better than handsome men, but handsome teenagers often linger in gambling houses, and a large number of similar teenagers gather around them, bullying men and women, for fun.

The tall crown of the handsome man is becoming more and more towering and gorgeous, the black beard on his lips is becoming thicker, and his appearance is becoming more and more handsome, but there are few graceful women accompanying the people around him.

The graceful woman died, died in a deserted attic, died after the handsome man found out again and again that the other party killed himself and other women or the flesh and blood that was born or will be born, judging from the graceful woman's face after death, the death was not easy, the most ridiculous thing is that the handsome young man learned that he was still feasting in the largest flower building.

The picture of the handsome man appearing again is on a prisoner car, the handsome man has reached middle and late age, his sideburns are half white, his face is haggard, his heart has changed greatly after being a very human minister, and he has only one hand covering the sky above the court, and he claims to be nine thousand years old under the court.

The old emperor died, the new emperor ascended the throne, he became a chicken who killed chickens and respected monkeys, the old servants rebelled, the old friends rose up and attacked him, the former courtiers were now prisoners, the ups and downs were very calm, the only son was able to save his life after he handed over the last benefit, but he had to beg for a lifetime in Kyoto, and he could not step out of the city gate until he died.

Dongshikou, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the moment before the head fell, the handsome man also saw the handsome young man who looked like a dirty beggar crowded in the crowd, and laughed, I am sorry for many people in this life, parents, wives, children who were cruel before birth, and even the people of Li who have never met, but the only thing worthy of it is his only son. The onlookers were overcrowded, dressed in cloth, brocade, and fancy clothes, and ragged clothes abounded, and there were many people throwing rotten filth at the handsome men on the torture platform.

Another year of snow season, the snow is very big, called the last word, the handsome young man has become a beggar, unkempt, ragged, still the largest flower building in front of the building, the door is winter, the door is like spring.

The handsome beggars who have been begging for more than a few years are accustomed to seeing the sinister of the world, and the most hateful are not those nobles who have reached the sky, but those ordinary people, who are accustomed to being oppressed by the superiors, and have passed on these oppressions to them, the lowest beggars, and the handsome beggars who have almost died several times are other more robust beggars who have eaten themselves, and the handsome beggars who have been debauched for nearly twenty years and have been hollowed out by the wine are almost the weakest of the beggars.

The handsome beggar who has not eaten a grain of rice for several days is forced to hang his last breath and crouch beside the tethered horse pillar in front of the flower building, the broken bowl in front of him is still empty, and today he can not beg for some food or broken silver, I am afraid that he is going to see the father who has turned into white bones, the face of the handsome young man is as calm as a handsome man, maybe death is a better result.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the cold wind is biting, but fortunately there is a shed above the horse's leash, and the shed is full of tall horses, rubbing the heat emitted by the horses, and resisting until the afternoon, when the handsome beggar really feels that he is going to die, but more and more eager to live.

The handsome beggar saw the high-level children who followed him one by one like a small follower, and took away the horses beside him one after another, not only did not open his mouth to beg, but almost buried his head in the snowdrift, he knew that after the other party recognized him, he was afraid that it would be his mortal death.

But the luck of the handsome beggar is not good, a young man in crimson big eyes with ambition in the corner of his eyes passed by the handsome beggar crouched body in front of him to recognize him, the crimson young man laughed and called friends, the handsome beggar surrounded a lot of young people in luxurious brocade clothes, his body, head, face, added a lot of footprint scars, beating the water dog is the handsome beggar's favorite thing to do before, just let him guess that one day he will be the dog, I don't know who said a word" The emperor ordered him to beg for the rest of his life, and we can't beat him to death. "Saved his life.

Just when the last breath was about to disperse, there was a steaming white steamed bun in the broken bowl, but the handsome beggar didn't have the strength to pick up the white steamed bun that he longed for so much, drooping his eyes that were about to freeze, looking at the white shirt that suddenly appeared in front of him, he couldn't look up at the other party's face, and he really didn't have the strength to raise his wilted head.

The man in the white shirt seemed to say "Would you like to be my disciple?" The voice was vicissitudes, like an old man, the handsome beggar wanted to nod but found that his body was completely stiff, but the man in the white shirt nodded for him with a smile, the wind howled, and the two disappeared together next to the horse shed in front of the flower building.

Goodbye handsome beggar is no longer a teenager, in the misty hall, the white-haired and white-shirted old man sitting in the center, looking at the handsome monk who was accidentally met by himself in the secular dynasty and brought back to the sect as a closed disciple, he couldn't help nodding his head in satisfaction, he was satisfied with the excellent cultivation roots he had found, he had only practiced the mystic method for twenty years, and after breaking through the realm for nearly two hundred years, he caught up with himself who had cultivated for nearly two hundred years, and after teaching the token symbolizing the sect to the handsome monk, he feathered on the spot without regrets.

After the handsome monk put away the token of the head of the house, he stood up and looked out of the main hall, his eyes were full of coldness, twenty years of cultivation and twenty years of revenge, the only person who could suppress himself was also feathered away just now, and his figure suddenly disappeared in the main hall.

Kyoto, which is 9,000 years old, has become more and more prosperous after 20 years of development, and is faintly known as the first secular dynasty.