After a heavy rain, even the official road is a little muddy, whether it is riding a horse or a car, it is a little inconvenient, ordinary people will not choose to travel at this time.

The 30-meter-long section of the official road, there is only a big green cow full of tendon meat, the hooves of the cow are covered with black mud, and it walks very steadily step by step, pulling the carriage that is not very heavy for it, leaving two car marks on the official road after the rain.

Sitting on the outside of the carriage, the coachman with the reins in his hand had black and white hair and looked very old. In fact, the coachman is not young, and he just learned the destiny of heaven two years ago.

The old coachman, dressed in a coarse linen shirt, hunched his back against the pillar of the carriage behind him, looked back slightly and said to the curtain:

"Why does the teacher want to take an ox cart, if you want to leave Korea as soon as possible, you should take a carriage."

The ox cart is comfortable and the horse-drawn cart is swift.

There was no sound to answer, as if there was no one in the carriage, and the old coachman was talking to himself.

The old coachman listened sideways for a long time, but heard nothing. When the new rut mark was tens of meters long, I couldn't help but turn my head sideways, and the sound was a little louder.

"Half a cup of tea has only walked less than fifty steps, this ox cart is too slow, the disciple should change the carriage for the teacher. The longer you stay in Korea, the more dangerous the teacher becomes, and you need to leave Handi before Chang'anjun is asked. ”

The ears were pressed against the curtain, still the same as before, and there was no feedback. If the old coachman hadn't personally sent the teacher into the car, he would have thought it was an empty car.

The old coachman was a little worried, he held the somewhat rough reins in one hand, grabbed the thinning hair with the other, and turned his head for the third time:

"The teacher is worried that the disciple is old and can't control the horse?"

Obviously, there was only a curtain between him and the teacher in the carriage, but no matter how eager the old coachman was, he never had the idea of opening the curtain from beginning to end.

"You are still as broken as before, I don't say anything, I just don't want to answer, why do you ask again and again?"

The old coachman finally heard the response, and smiled happily, like a child.

"Confucius said that he was sensitive and studious, and he was not ashamed to ask. The disciple thinks that the love of asking is the virtue of the disciple. ”

"I warned you not to quote words that do not know the specific meaning. Keen and studious means that you are gifted and intelligent and studious, and you are not talented. But this sentence is okay, boasting and embarrassing face is also a shame. But you are not ashamed to ask these four words, is it to say that you are not ashamed to ask for advice from people who are not as good as yourself, are you saying that the old man is under you? ”

The old coachman's face was immediately terrified, as if the speaker was not sitting in the carriage, but outside the carriage, and his face could be seen next to him.

"The disciple has no such intention!"

"I know you don't, and if you don't change it, it will be ...... for you in the future It's just that you are over half a hundred years old, and there are no days left, so there is no need to change it......"

The old coachman was not angry when he heard these half-cursed words, and said a little lonely:

"The disciple is worthy of the teacher's name, and he is not worthy of being a protégé of Guigu."

The old coachman was the last disciple of Guiguzi Wang Chan, and according to later generations, he was called a closed disciple, and he wanted to open a sect and inherit the mantle.

But don't say that it is comparable to Guiguzi's subordinates, such as Pang Juan, Sun Bin, Su Qin, Zhang Yi, and Le Yi, who can stir up the situation in various countries and have a great reputation in the world.

is compared with the ordinary protégés of Guiguzi who can only be prominent, and the old coachmen who have not left their names in this world cannot be compared.

What other protégés can learn in an hour, the old coachman can't learn in a day or night. The old coachman himself didn't know why the teacher would accept such a stupid person as his disciple.

The sun was setting in the west, and the earth was covered with a warm orange color.

In this era, it is not easy for the official road to ensure that the road is slightly clean, and no one cares about the weeds on both sides of the road. In the case that the practical value of the road is not guaranteed, the so-called aesthetic bird is not used.

The autumn rain is slightly cold, and the breeze after the autumn rain also brings the rain and cold, and the weeds that blow are rustling down, and the old coachman is trembling and pulling the linen clothes.

"Chang'anjun won't chase it out."

The old coachman opened his mouth and poured in a little cold air, and his rickety body straightened up, as if in the past ten or twenty years, humbly, respectfully:

"Ask the teacher to clear your doubts."

After speaking, he suddenly remembered his qualifications, and his expression added a trace of frustration.

"The disciple is stupid, and the teacher can't know what he says in detail, so he doesn't ask if he doesn't ask."

"Chang'an Jun was born in the last place, and although his heart has been tempered several times in the royal family, he has a rotten kernel that cannot be erased. He once said that the crown prince Yingfu Su did not have the spirit of a king, and he was too benevolent and righteous to succeed to the second throne. In fact, he himself is not much better than his eldest nephew, fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter. He said that I am the source of misfortune, and when he first sees me, he may want to kill me, and if he can kill me, he will kill me......"

Crackling~

The old coachman threw his whip hard and struck it on the big green ox, which stopped in pain, and the horns hissed to the sky.

Moo~

Hearing that the teacher was called the source of the disaster and that he had been murdered by others, the old coachman was very angry. But the teacher was talking, and he didn't dare to shout and curse loudly so as not to interrupt the teacher's speech. He could only whip the green cow hard to vent his resentment.

Guiguzi had long known the nature of the disciples who had closed the door, and his words did not stop at all, and he was not disturbed by the influence at all.

“…… But I have been with him for several years, living in a simple house in Chang'an, and keeping to myself. He wouldn't kill me, let alone tell me in person last night that he couldn't kill Heavy Hitomi.

"He used to tell me that if I escaped, I would flee farther and faster, so that he could catch up and find him. He is a vertical man and a believer, since he said that he would catch up, he would kill if he found it. Then in order not to kill me, they will not chase me out. ”

Although these words are a bit awkward, they basically explain the reason thoroughly. In other words, any Guigu protégé can hear clearly and understand and know the true meaning of this.

But the old coachman, didn't understand.

Distress appeared on his deep face, and he was confused.

"Teacher, the disciple doesn't understand...... Shouldn't the disciple ask? ”

"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and knowing is knowing."

“…… Teacher, what does this mean? ”

“…… To know is to know, not to know is not to know, this is the manifestation of wisdom. ”

The old coachman was overjoyed.

"The teacher complimented me on my intelligence?"

He had never heard a teacher praise him like that.

"Obedient and listen to the sound, listen to the sound of gongs and drums, the old man is asking you if you don't understand."

The whiplash pain on the big green cow has weakened a little over time.

Don't hold grudges, the diligent work of the big green cow once again stepped into the hooves. Shaking the black mud on his hooves, he pulled the carriage behind him and marched forward, heading out of the Korean land.

On the carriage, the hundred-year-old Guiguzi patiently explained the doubts of the fifty-two-year-old disciple who had closed the door.

Oxen, carts, and people were all crossed with a faint, slightly reddish gold edge.

The sun is getting bigger and closer, and it's about to set......

The moisture of the dirt on the damp road is losing and drying up, the wheels sink less, and the chatter on the carriage slowly dies out.

Suddenly, the old coachman's inquiring voice sounded again.

"Teacher, what does Chang'an-jun look like?"

"What is this doing, you ask? Chang Anjun did not have four fleshy moles on his forehead, nor did he have two pupils in each eye. Words alone can describe his appearance. ”

"What the teacher said is extreme, the disciple's fault, the disciple didn't expect it."

The old coachman hurriedly apologized and tightened the reins, and the big green ox knew that his master would no longer raise his hooves, and his hooves were shallow in the mud.

"Then Chang'anjun's side is very beautiful? Always with beautiful women around you? ”

There was no sound in the carriage to answer.

After a breath.

Hula~

The curtain was lifted inward, and the warm sunlight flowed into the car through the gap in the curtain, and it was less than half a meter in.

Guiguzi's figure loomed, and his face was not clear, but the four flesh moles on his forehead were very conspicuous, and his identity could be confirmed at a glance.

Guiguzi grabbed the car curtain with one hand and looked at the long pavilion on the side of the official road full of weeds a hundred steps away. Although the distance is a little far, they are too familiar with each other because they have been together for several years.

Guiguzi could see at a glance that the person standing in the long pavilion with his hands behind his back and facing his side was none other than his former lord Jun Yingcheng.

Behind Ying Cheng, there is a beautiful and cold face, only when she unintentionally looks at Ying Cheng, there is a warm color in her eyes, and she is a two-foot Qingfeng Yue girl.

You may not be able to see it clearly if you are too far away, but if you can still appear here with a sword less than three feet on your back, it must be Yue Nu.

The Qin sword is three feet long and about one meter long, which is the length that the Qin people are accustomed to. And the Yue Nu is the goddess of Baiyue, and the sword of Baiyue is Qin Erchi.

"The teacher got out of the car, and the disciple stopped them."

The old coachman was sure from the teacher's attitude that he had not guessed wrong, and he was naturally authentic.

Guiguzi told him why Chang'anjun didn't come all the way, but he still didn't understand too much, and he didn't remember it very clearly.

But the old coachman understood a sentence very well, and remembered it very firmly - this Chang'an Jun named Ying Chengcheng called his teacher the source of disaster, and wanted to kill his teacher, and he caught up with the teacher to kill the teacher.

"That woman is the descendant of the Yue Nu sword, and there are very few people in the world who can fight against her. When you were young, you were sad in front of him, and at such an age, this is no different from sending him to death. ”

"If you send you to death, you will send you to death, there is no reason in the world for a teacher to die in front of his disciples."

The old coachman knew that he was no opponent, but as long as he lived, he could not see the teacher die.

Hula~

The curtain is lowered.

"The teacher has been with the disciple for many years, the teacher has died, and the disciple has continued to learn, and the world is full of the truth that the teacher died before the disciple.

"Drive over."

"Yui."

The old coachman replied reluctantly, flicking the whip, the oxen lifted their hooves, and the plaster splashed lightly.

A hundred steps on the road, the big green cow walked a cup of tea.

There are few things in this world that have the best of both worlds, and if you choose the comfort of the ox cart, you must accept the slowness of the ox cart. If you want the efficiency of the carriage, you have to endure the bumps and pains of the carriage.

The old coachman, who just now disliked the slow ox cart, thought in his heart that it would be slower, slower.

But things will not be transferred by his will, as an ordinary person. He has no ability to turn the tide and can only go with the flow.

Lifted the curtain for the teacher, trying to straighten his waist, but in the end, he was rickety, and he got off the ox cart with Guiguzi, who had a straight waist.

Ying Chengcheng stepped forward with a smile, grabbed Guiguzi's other hand in the old coachman's murderous and hostile eyes, and just wanted to speak, but Guiguzi took the lead.

"You shouldn't have come."

Ying Cheng blinked.

"But here I am."

Guiguzi smiled lightly.

"You're here, I'm not going to die, am I?"

Ying Chengcheng also smiled lightly.

"Guess?"

[Do you have the ability to take a sentence, do you guess me?] ]

Guiguzi smiled bitterly.

"It's not as determined as you are."

Ying Cheng also smiled bitterly.

"You are for fish and meat, I am for knives, but you still dare to test me again and again, prince, you are not strong enough, but you are really bold."

Guiguzi kept smiling bitterly, didn't speak, and didn't know what to say.

Just now he got out of the ox cart and said, "You shouldn't come", opening with Gu Long's dialogue. If Ying Chengchan also replied according to the dialogue in Gu Longzhong, it would prove that Ying Chengchan still had the intention of joking, and it was unlikely that he would be killed.

In the second sentence, he no longer uses dialogue, but takes the initiative to make it clear, which is to show weakness when Ying Chengcheng is in a good mood. At this time, ordinary people are likely to say how is it possible, the prince jokes and the like, which grasps the topic dominance and adds an iron lock to the small life.

Ying Chengcheng gave an inexact answer with a "you guess", which made Guiguzi's mind empty. Guiguzi knew that Ying Cheng had seen through his own tentative thoughts, and his self-detonation concentration was not as good as Ying Cheng Chan, and he praised Ying Cheng Chan in a way that belittled him. In order to save your life, there is no shame in patting your ass.

But Ying Cheng, who usually responded to it in one bite, and Ying Cheng, who was complacent and enjoyed sycophants, did not respond this time, but went back.

This made Guiguzi, who had everything under control, a little apprehensive.

There must be a demon when things go wrong, and when he sees the demon who has become a toad today, he may pay the price of his life.

Guiguzi thought about the month, the day, and the hour for a while.

The hand that was being pulled by the old coachman was hidden behind the old coachman, and the thumb began to quickly point up and down on the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger.

In my heart, I silently read lingering, Suxi, Chikou, Xiaoji, empty death, Da'an, back and forth, crazy calculation.

Before he could finish the calculation, Ying Chengcheng said with a smile:

"Did you calculate for yourself that you couldn't die, so you did it casually?"

Guiguzi's left hand stopped for a while, and then his thumb moved quickly. Regardless of whether Ying Chengcheng has a target or a fried beard, it doesn't make sense to him, let's talk about it after it's over.

The old coachman hated Yingcheng, and his old body was accumulating physical strength. Prepare to knock down Ying Chengcheng and Yue Nu at any time, and give the teacher a chance to die late.

If it weren't for the fact that in order to hide the teacher's left hand, Ying Chengcheng insulted his teacher like this, he would have pounced on it now.

"I also just figured it out, you test my heart with whether I want to kill Xiang Yu or not. After I went to find the heavy pupil, you said that you can only calculate the approximate range in Qidi.

"From whether I can find the heavy pupil, so as to test my strength. Prince, how do you have such a long brain, how can you come up with so many things in minutes, you are really old? ”

Ying Cheng's face leaned closer, and asked tentatively:

"Did you really live for hundreds of years?"

Guiguzi didn't say anything, and he was still silently reciting in his heart.

"Not done yet? It's okay, you count slowly, let's talk about it after the calculation. ”

(End of chapter)