The light boat went down the river, and in the 'operation' of Song Shidao, like a flying fish, it swept rapidly on the water, leaving behind one sailboat after another.

As we traveled, the water became slower and wider, and in the early morning of the second day, the tributary finally came to an end and merged into the surging Qiantang River.

When the boat crossed the tributary and rowed into the Qiantang River, Song Que, who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining and radiant like jewels, and he was not tired of hurrying. His demeanor was calm, looking down at the river flowing in front of him, and suddenly smiled; "How does Shidao feel about the Yangtze River?"

Song Shidao didn't know why his father suddenly asked this question, and couldn't help but think of several encounters with Dugufeng because of the Yangtze River. ”

Song Que suddenly got up, stood with his hands in his hands, looked down at the surging eastward river, and said calmly: "The Yangtze River is like a big dragon, pouring from the main peak of the Yuanyou Tanggula Mountain, the winter snow peak, crossing the Middle Earth, rushing out of the ocean from west to east, and giving birth to a prosperous civilization in the south. Compared with the Yellow River, the river is a little more beautiful and gentle. Jiang, Huai, He, and Ji are called 'four ratios, and the river is a little more beautiful and gentle. The river, the Huai, the river, and the Ji are all rivers that flow into the sea. Although the winner of the title of the world's largest river is the Yellow River, I love the river alone, and in many ways it is incomparable to the big river. ”

Song Shidao knew that his father had completed the feat of exploring the source of the river when he was young, but at this time, he was completely confused and didn't understand why his father suddenly talked about the Yangtze River.

Song Que continued: "I have traveled west along the river to explore the source of the river, and I have seen many glaciers. The mountains were rolling and white

Covered with snow, huge chunks of snow dissolve in the sunlight and sink along the ice cliffs, forming thousands of small waterfalls that gather together

River. Rushing to the east, its momentum is extremely spectacular, unless you see it with your own eyes, you can't believe it. ”

Song Shidao listened with a magnificent heart, and said: "If you have the opportunity, you must go and have a look." ”

Song Que smiled faintly and continued; People say that the Three Gorges Gorge is the same as the Yellow River, with the majestic and steep Qutang Gorge, the beautiful and deep Wu Gorge and the endless Xiling Gorge, which is the most important of the Yangtze River, but this is just the words of the ignorant. The wonders around the Great River. In the Tiger Leaping Gorge in the Jinsha River in the previous section, as long as more than ten miles, talk about everything continuously, the snow 'waves' fly, the water mist is hazy, the snow on both sides of the bank is covered for thousands of miles, the glacier hangs, the clouds and mist surround it, the canyon is deep and deep, and it is doubtful that it is the most of the Yangtze River. ”

Song Shidao listened to his father's description, recalled the scene of passing through the Three Gorges several times, and suddenly became leisurely fascinated, and 'revealed' his approving look.

Song Que's tone gradually slowed down, slightly low, and said lightly: "My ship sank there, when I arrived in Bashu to transfer to the passenger ship, on a bright moon night, I met Qinghui on the cabin, I never tried to take the initiative to talk to any beautiful 'woman' and 'sex', but that night I couldn't help but start with a poem, so that I eternally have a beautiful sadness, when I thought it was forgotten but more than anything."

deeper memories. ”

Song Shidao's heart was shocked, although he faintly heard that his father had a relationship with the master of Cihang Jingzhai, but today he heard his father tell about his first meeting with Fan Qinghui, and at the same time, he was shocked in his heart, and he also felt empathetic emotions, and couldn't help but recall the moment when he first saw Dugufeng. He could imagine that his father's mood must be the same as his.

A gentle smile escaped from the corner of Song Que's 'lips', staring at the leisurely river water, and a gentle smile escaped from the corners of 'lips'.

The eyes melt into the river, like a light 'groan' that repeats the scene of the year: "There is a bright moon at the bottom of the water, and the bright moon floats on the water; The water does not go for a month, and the water flows after the moon. ”

Master Song listened leisurely and admired; "Because of the scene, because of the situation, the scene is 'blended', and there is a hidden personnel behind it

The deep meaning of change, there could not be a poem more suitable for the situation at that time! After a pause, he sighed again: "My father is very thoughtful, and I am far inferior!" ”

Song Que looked at him, his eyes were full of wonder, and said, "You may not believe it, but the first time I saw her, I was willing."

She was determined to be a disciple from Cihang Jingzhai, and set foot in the world to carry out the practice of entering the world designated by the teacher's 'door', when the Chen Dynasty had not yet been Yang Jian

Elimination, Qing Hui knew that I was the new generation of the Song family in Lingnan, so he asked me about the rise and fall of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. ”

Song Shidao's heart moved, and he faintly felt his father's intention to tell him this story.

Song Que retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at the brilliant morning glow in the east, and said in a long voice; "At that time, Yang Jian had just received the so-called 'Chan Rang' in the name of the United States, and became the lord of the Northern Dynasty, this person was a rare talent in the military, from the ascension to the throne to the large-scale southern expedition, with a gap of nine years, well-prepared and well-planned, both politically and militarily far surpassed the faint king of Chen Shubao of the Southern Dynasty. However, he has a major shortcoming, that is, he is arbitrary and suspicious, and refuses to believe in people, which eventually leads to the magic 'gate' taking advantage of it, making Yang Guang take the stage and lose all his belongings. The reason why the south can be peaceful for a long time is because the south is rich in land resources, but unfortunately the incompetent rulers and the uneven wealth have caused serious land, and the fertile land is concentrated in the hands of local tyrants and magnates, and corrupt officials collude. Omitted

Mountains and lakes hinder the people's governance, causing the people to flow into the fields and make the people miserable. On the contrary, Yang Jian is self-improving, and he is clear at a glance. ”

In the decades since he was a child, Song Shidao rarely heard his father talk about political opinions in such depth, and he immediately listened attentively. He knew that it was his father's consistent belief to adhere to the unification of the Han Dynasty, and Cihang Jingzhai had always supported the unity of Hu and Han, and the northerners and the south were unified, and there were huge differences with his father, which was only the biggest reason why his father and Fan Qinghui could not get together.

Sure enough, Song Que continued: "She is returning to the big issue of national harmony, when Yang Jian ascended the throne in the north, the north of the 'chaos' invasion of China's earth came out and assimilated early, and merged into a new nation, which has both foreign races in the north and deep roots in our Han unification."

Thick, broad and beautiful culture. The Han nationality has long fought against all ethnic groups outside the Seychelles, and has developed a hard-working and courageous folk customs. The portrayal of dying in peace and happiness in worry, even if Yang Jian fails, the south and the north, and the north to unify the south, will be the inevitable direction of historical development. ”

Song Shidao frowned slightly; "Not necessarily, right?"

Song Que smiled and said: "It may not be the case, but although this statement is not very good, I have to admit that her views are far-sighted and reasonable." And I pointed out that if it is not Yang Jian but another faint monarch in the north that appears in the north now, if there is not Yang Jian but another faint monarch in the north at present, and if the heir to the throne in the south is not the rotten Empress Chen, will history be rewritten? In the final analysis, the unification of the whole world is certainly the trend of the times, but who reunifies who is always a question of prosperity and decline, and I have never been willing to admit that the development of history has its irreversible and inevitable 'nature,' and that politics, martial arts, and means are the direct factors that determine history. To a certain extent, the current confrontation between the North and the South is a reproduction of the situation of those years, and I would like to show everyone with facts that history was created by man. ”

Song Shidao became more and more aware that the differences between his father and Fan Qinghui were due to different positions and angles, which were essential conflicts of beliefs. This is very similar to the problem between him and Dugufeng. As the heir of the Song Valve, and Dugu Feng is the representative of the 'Gate' of the Beidi Valve, there is an insurmountable gap between the two.

Song Que suddenly turned his head, looked at Song Shidao with tiger eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Now do you understand what I mean?" ”

Song Shidao's heart sank, he sighed secretly, and greeted Song Que's sharp gaze that seemed to be able to pierce his heart, and said, "Father wants me to let go?" ”

Song Que stared at Master Song for a long time, and seeing that there was not the slightest hesitation in his eyes, he couldn't help but shake his head, and said with a dumb smile: "Even if you haven't gotten it, how can you put it down?" Don't judge my relationship with Kiyoe by ordinary battles of minds. When I was young, Fanqing Huimei was so beautiful that it was hard to believe, even if I watched it, I still didn't believe that there was such a character in the mortal world, which made me really fall in love. But Qinghui is not an ordinary 'woman', her whole life has been devoted to cultivating the way of heaven with the way of the sword, all kinds of things in the world, whether it is male 'female' love, or the Taoism of the world, are just experiences in practice, so she and I are destined to have no results from the beginning? ”

Song Shidao trembled suddenly, a bitter taste rose in his heart, and said, "I understand! In fact, what her father pursued was no different from the goal of Qinghui Zhai's cultivation, and the exploration and pursuit of the supreme sword path by the master was the same as her insistence on practicing. ”

Song Que shook his head slightly, turned around again, and said lightly: "Although I haven't seen Dugufeng, I also know that she, like Qinghui, is a strange 'girl' who seeks the way of heaven with the way of the sword." But her kendo is fundamentally different from Qinghui, she does not regard mortal dust as a dream, her kendo carries her life course, and does not care about the transcendence of life and death, but only sublimates life to a strong peak with all her might. I especially remind Dugu Feng that she has built momentum due to her feelings, and the supreme realm of sword dao with the power of will, no matter what you want to do, you must first have the qualifications to stand side by side with her. ”

Song Shidao remembered Dugu Feng's unprecedented cultivation speed, and smiled bitterly.

Song Que stared ahead, thinking far away, obviously sinking into the depths of unreserved remembrance of the past.

The rising sun jumped out of the horizon, the wisps of the morning sun slowly descended and scattered, and the 'waves' on the river surface were rippling, and the golden scales were bursting, which made people suspicious and real.