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His voice was extremely magnetic, and his mouth was like a river, and he pointed out the ignorance of the world after death, even Xiang Shaolong and Bai Qi were difficult to find out the flaws at once. The full-text and ad-free novels are all biquge.infobiquge.info on the Aishang Novel Network

Li Yuan said proudly: "But I don't know what Xiang Gongzi has to say." ”

I saw Xiang Shaolong smile slightly, put his hand behind his back, and looked up at the sky above and said:

"There was a traveler walking in the desert, and suddenly a pack of hungry wolves appeared behind him, chasing him to devour him, and he was so surprised that he ran desperately and fought for his life. Just as the hungry wolf was about to catch up with him, he saw a well in front of him that was unknown how deep, and jumped into it regardless of the qiē. Not only was there no water, but there were also many poisonous snakes, and when they saw food delivered to their doors, they held their heads high and waited eagerly for them. He was so frightened that he stretched out his hand to grab something that could save his life, but he did not expect to catch a small tree that stretched out of the middle of the well and held him in mid-air. So there was a hungry wolf and a poisonous snake, but although the man was in a desperate dilemma, he was always safe for the time being. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a strange noise came into his ears. He was shocked to follow the sound, and was distraught to find that a group of large rats were biting at the roots of the tree with their sharp teeth, and that the time of the life-saving tree was running out. At this moment of life and death, he saw a drop of honey on the leaf in front of him, so he forgot about the hungry wolf above, the poisonous snake below, and the little tree that was about to be bitten off by the mouse, closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and licked the drop of honey with all his heart. ”

Everyone listened attentively, only to hear him laugh and say: "For me, that drop of honey is the meaning of life." ”

"Very good." Bai Qi praised it, this story, he had heard Mengyuan tell it during his time in his house, but it was slightly different from what Xiang Shaolong said, that is because what Mengyuan said is the original text in the Buddhist scripture "Miscellaneous Treasure Sutra": One day, a traveler was walking in the mountains and suddenly heard a roar behind him. He looked back and saw a tiger rushing towards him. He hurriedly ran away, and found a dry well in front of him—an old vine by the well, and the drooping vines hung right down into the well. He was overjoyed, and hurriedly slipped down the vine into the well. Relieved, he looked around carefully, and saw that a poisonous snake was entrenched in the well, and four poisonous snakes surrounded him on the wall of the well, and all five snakes held their heads high, spitting letters at him, as if they were about to attack him at any moment. The traveler was startled and heard a strange noise coming from his head, and he looked up, only to see two black and white rats gnawing at the rattan he was clutching. The traveler was caught between a drop of honey on a leaf in front of him. So the traveler lowered his head and concentrated on tasting this drop of honey...... In the text, the desert is a metaphor for red dust, the traveler is a metaphor for all beings, the tiger is impermanence refers to the world, the well is the world, the vine represents human life, the poisonous snake at the bottom of the well symbolizes death, the four poisonous snakes are the four elements that make up the body, the black and white mouse represents night and day, and honey is happiness.

Xiang Shaolong is not a dream after all, and it is impossible to remember this story so clearly, so it is naturally a little popular, but despite this, everyone is fascinated by it, and they are overwhelmed by his wonderful metaphors and profound content.

Where did Li Yuan think that this young dragon would tell such a wonderful story. Hearing Bai Qi praise first, and then everyone exclaimed, the admiration was endless, and I couldn't help but be surprised and jealous.

"Xiang Gongzi's fable is wonderful." He gritted his teeth, and suddenly turned to Bai Qi and said: "I saw that although Qi Zhuangshi also admired Xiang Gongzi's opinion, he didn't seem to be moved, may I ask what is the meaning of Brother Qi's life?" ”

Ji Yanran smiled when he heard this: "Brother Li didn't say it, Yanran was almost negligent, Brother Qi is a person who is both civil and military, and he should also have a high opinion on this." ”

As soon as the two of them spoke, although everyone was still reminiscing about the meaning of Xiang Shaolong's words, they also focused their attention on this person who stood as straight as a javelin.

Bai Qi glanced at them deeply and said, "The fable that Xiang Gongzi just told has already said the meaning between life and death very profoundly. Qi is just a martial artist, and he doesn't dare to say that he can speak more profoundly than him, but from the beginning of everyone's birth, their experiences are different, and their fates are also different, so to speak, the meaning of everyone's life is also different. ”

Listening to his somewhat low voice, including Ji Yanran, they all thought about it, the story that Xiang Shaolong just said, that drop of honey, is about happiness, but that doesn't mean that the meaning of everyone's life is to be happy. Including them, there are many people who are pursuing, it should be said that it is all kinds of ** satisfaction, this satisfaction is of course happiness, and there are more other things. Satisfaction consists of something far more than mere pleasure.

Ji Yanran asked thoughtfully: "What Brother Qi said, Yanran understands a little, but Yanran is also a little curious, I don't know the meaning of Brother Qi's life, what is it?" ”

Bai Qi looked at her, then at Xiang Shaolong and said, "I've heard a story before, it's simpler than what Xiang Gongzi said, so let's take it out and talk about it." ”

Everyone wanted to know what kind of story this famous swordsman wanted to tell after listening to Xiang Shaolong's fable like a drop of honey, and they all held their breath and listened attentively.

But he picked up the wine glass in front of him, dried it up, wiped his mouth, and began to tell the story in a deep voice.

Once upon a time there was a fisherman who lived in a small fishing village by the sea, which was not big, with only 100 people, and they often went to sea and lived by fishing. This fisherman has been fishing since he was a teenager and has been fishing until he is old. He used to be the best fisherman in the village, and the other fishermen in the village sent their sons to his boat to learn the art of fishing.

But as the days passed, the fisherman grew old, and he could no longer return with a full load every day, and the people of the village began to say that he was old, that his luck was bad, and that he was no longer the best fisherman he used to be.

At last he did not catch a fish for many days, and even the apprentice who had learned the trade in his boat went to someone else's boat at the request of his parents, who said that the fisherman was no longer good and that his luck had run out.

But the fisherman was never discouraged, and he went out to sea day by day, and returned empty day by day.

His apprentice, a man of reverence for his master, often came to see him and gave him a small share of his catch, but he always refused to accept only the food that would keep him alive, and that, he said, was enough.

After more than eighty days, everyone thought that he was useless, but the old fisherman, as usual, brought a bucket of water, rowed his fishing boat, and went out to sea.

He went to the open sea, and in his experience, he thought that the fish were most likely to be caught, and placed the prepared bait precisely in the right place. He has always believed that every day is a new day, and it is certainly good to be lucky. But he'd rather do it all. In this way, when luck comes, he is prepared.

The sun was about to set, and normally, it was time for him to go back, but today, the old fisherman did not go back, and he was in no hurry to go back.

He looked around and saw a seabird, flying low on the surface of the sea not far away. He rowed the boat and leaned over. The water was very deep, thousands of feet. In such deep waters, there are usually large fish in stock.

Suddenly, he felt the fishing rope in his hand sink, and it felt very weighty. He knew that the fish had bitten.

He picked up the spare line and slowly put it away, waiting.

After a long time, he felt that it was almost time, and his prey had eaten the bait and hook deeply.

He began to pull the rope hard, but to no avail, his line was strong, and under his jerk, it stretched straight.

The fish began to swim far away, struggling, and the old fisherman tightened the line, holding himself up on the seat, and leaning on his upper body to counteract the pull of the fish. The boat slowly moved off into the distance.

When night came, the old fisherman followed the fish, pulling the fishing line, and spent the whole night.

His hands began to shake from the long exertion, so he went around his shoulders and tied it firmly to the boat.

It was getting brighter again, and after a night of hard work, he found that the fish had begun to swim into the shallow water, which was a good sign.

He drank some water and continued to hold on to the fish, until finally the fish was out of the water. It kept rising upwards, water pouring down from it in both directions. It is shiny in the sunlight, with a deep purple head and back, and stripes on the sides that appear wide and lavender in the sunlight. Its long beak was as long as a baseball bat, tapering like a light sword, and it lifted its whole body out of the water from head to tail, and then slipped into the water again, and its scythe-like tail could be seen sinking into the water, and the fishing rope began to sway out.

The old fisherman had caught many fish, but he had never seen a fish of this size, more than a few feet longer than his small boat. He couldn't see the land anymore, only the endless sea water left and right.

Both of his hands were worn out and bleeding, and he felt pain, but he didn't feel it pain, but a test of his will and his wit.

He laid down a few other small fishing lines, caught two small fish, cut them open, and ate a little raw meat, which he needed to replenish his body in order to continue the fight with his prey.

He needs to keep pulling the line and not simply tethering it to the boat, otherwise the sharp tail will cut the line if the fish struggles. He could only watch by himself, constantly pulling the fishing line to avoid the tail of the fish.

He kept scooping up the sea water and pouring it on his head, which would have sobered him up.

After another day of fighting with the fish, the old fisherman felt that he was about to collapse, but every time he said to himself, I have to try again.

I'm going to give it a try! I'm going to try again, and he keeps making wishes to himself, even though his hands are now weak and his eyes are not working.

He endured a bit of pain, and used what strength and long-lost pride he had to deal with the fish's painful struggles, and it swam to his side, and swam beside him, its mouth almost touching the hull plate of the boat, and it began to swim past the side of the boat, and its body was long, tall, and wide, with purple stripes on a silver base, and it seemed endless in the water.

He lowered the line, stepped on it, raised the harpoon as high as he could, and with all the strength he had just mustered, plunged it straight into the side of the fish, a little behind the pectoral fin, which stood high above the old fisherman's chest. He felt the harpoon go in, so he leaned on it, pierced it a little deeper, and pressed it down with all his weight.

Then the fish made a noise, and in spite of its imminent death, it leaped high into the water, exposing its astonishing length and width, its strength and beauty. It seemed to hang in the air, just above the head of the old fisherman in the boat. Then, with a thud, it fell into the water, and the waves splashed the old man and splashed a boat.

The fish was too big to fit on the boat, so he had to drag it to the side of the boat, so that he could put a rope through its gills, pull it out of its mouth, tie its head tightly to the bow of the boat, tie it to its tail with a noose, and tie it to its waist with the other, and tie it to the boat.

But that was not the end of the story, for on the old fisherman's way back, the blood that flowed from the dead fish attracted sharks, bloodthirsty beasts of the sea, who opened their mouths and devoured the flesh of the fish tied to the side of the boat. The old fisherman picked up the harpoon in his hand and wrestled with those vicious sharks, he was only one man, fighting to the end, and he did not know how many sharks were killed by the stabbing.

When the old fisherman returned to shore, he was exhausted, and by his side were his boat, his harpoon, and a large fish that had been bitten to the point of not much meat left.

On this day, he slept soundly, and in his sleep, he dreamed of tigers.

Bai Qi's face, which had been stiff, pulled out two laugh lines: "The meaning of this old fisherman's life is similar to mine." ”

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