Chronicle of the Year of Glory (4) · So the hairpin

In the Sanqing Palace, Gao Qin suddenly fainted, and his body fell into An Ji's arms.

Chen Cong was stunned, hurriedly put Gao Qin on his back, laid it flat on the ground, and asked in a pinching voice: "Dao Chief?" Dao Chief? What happened to you? ”

An Ji also anxiously gathered beside her, and the begonia flower was still printed on her wrist, but she didn't have the heart to pay attention to it at the moment.

It happened too suddenly.

Chen Cong slapped his forehead in annoyance.

Before going up the mountain, in order to show respect for the apprentice of the dragon Taoist, Chen Cong and the three of them deliberately walked up the mountain, traveling lightly, without an escort to follow.

But at this point, it also means that the doppelganger is weak.

"Anji, I have to go down the mountain to invite Langzhong, it will take at least three hours to go up and down Qingque Mountain, during which you have to take care of the Taoist!"

Chen Cong hurriedly ran out of the Sanqing Palace, like Chen Lang, almost tripped over the threshold, the pilgrims who were about to leave in the front hall looked at the young man in brocade in surprise, wondering why he was so anxious, and An Ji looked at Chen Cong's back worriedly.

After all, this matter was caught off guard, and the two of them, including Gao Qin himself, did not expect to faint.

The old monarch's hall in the front hall gradually quieted down.

Ah, you should ask if there are any coarse Qihuang pharmacology among the pilgrims in the front hall...... An Ji thought after watching the last few pilgrims in the front hall leave.

The mountain fog of Qingque Mountain does not disperse, and the begonia flowers outside the Sanqing Hall stand quietly.

Anji felt that he couldn't let Gao Qin lie on the ground like this, so he removed the tribute from the three Qing Dynasty and laboriously lifted Gao Qin to the desk.

Gao Qin looked thin and tall, but in fact he was quite heavy, and the case was a little higher, and An Ji couldn't lift it all of a sudden, so he stepped on the pony and pushed Gao Qin up like pushing something.

An Ji stuck out his tongue, feeling a little disrespectful to Gao Qin.

The hibiscus crown was still on Gao Qin's head, and Anji couldn't take it off, as if it was embedded in his head.

An Ji also sat on the desk, swaying his slender calves one after the other, holding his chin to look at Gao Qin.

Gao Qin's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and An Ji thought for no reason, maybe the two little foxes brought by Brother Cong would be very willing to get close to people with this temperament, people with pure hearts and gentle hearts.

In the Sanqing Palace, the dilapidated statue was placed at the back of the hall by the Taoist priest, and there was a girl sitting on the desk swinging her legs to take care of the Taoist priest with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and the wrist was also printed with begonia petals.

Outside the Sanqing Palace, the fireworks curl into the mountain fog, the pilgrims who go down the mountain are far away, and the rain begins to float under the mountain again, and there are only two colors in the trance between heaven and earth, the deep begonia blue and the fog chaotic white.

It seems that everything is natural, starting plainly and ending unhurriedly.

It wasn't until Shen Shi Chen Cong finished solving everything, and Lang Zhong, who was invited, said that the little Taoist chief was too exhausted and fainted, so he prescribed two pills to sleep and nourish his mind and left.

Uncle Zhang's family asked people to clean out a guest room and leave it for Gao Qin. Chen Cong received a letter from his father Chen Zhou, saying that he had been retained by the Zhao family in Longbei and would stay there for about five days and then come back.

Chen Cong exhaled deeply, washed his face with cold water, and asked Agui, "Did you invite yesterday's storyteller?" ”

Agui replied, "I arrived an hour ago, and I was waiting in the wing." ”

Chen Cong raised his eyebrows: "You go to my brother Ah Lang to see if there is anything going on, I will go to the wing room if I am here." ”

"First of all, send me the life and ancestral history of the storyteller."

In the wing room, the storyteller Yan San was unsettled eating snacks and drinking tea.

At the end of noon, he was invited by the Chen guards on high horses, and he has been sitting for more than an hour.

Yan San didn't know how he could enter Tianjiao Chen's mansion, his great-grandfather used to have this treatment, but the generations have declined, and it is already an unthinkable honor for himself who is currently performing in the tea shop.

Gongzi Chen Cong suddenly pushed the door in, and Yan San quickly got up.

Chen Cong waved his hand to indicate that it didn't have to be like this: "Mr. can have a script for a new play, Cong wants to listen to Mr. while watching the play." ”

Yan Sancheng was terrified and grateful. You must know that the opera artist is a scholar, but the lower third rate of the three religions and nine streams, how can he be worthy of the word Mr. in Tianhuanggui's appetite.

Yan San vowed that he would definitely tell the best show for Chen Cong's son!

Shocking sounds,

Chen Cong sat down and began to flip through the play.

"Suiyi Hairpin" five books and 20 folds, starting from the six generations of three swords riding out of the Jinguan, Beiye tour, rescued a Hun girl on the way, and went to the ancient battlefield of the decisive battle between the 12 Tianjiao clan Tianjiao and the Xiongnu Empire to find the elixir, to save his dying wife......

In Chen Cong's eyes, the drama is indeed first-class and exciting, but there are many parts that have been adapted.

Tianjiao Chen's classics do not record what prompted the Six Generations of Three Swords to travel to the North - but by no means because of the so-called wife in the play, because his wife died of illness long before the Six Generations of Three Swords became Tianjiao. Later, it was the sixth generation of Sanjian who married another woman and gave birth to Chen Cong's great-grandfather.

The harvest of the six generations of three swords in the north field tour has not been recorded, and it can only be determined that he used the authority of the last time in the north field and passed away after returning to the Shuchuan Jinguan.

No one in the Chan clan knows why this trip took place, its purpose, its itinerary and its return.

For so many years, the Tianjiao Chen clan has tirelessly gone to Beiye to find the Tianjiao metamorphosis created by the last time and power of the six generations of three swords, and explored every corner, including the ancient battlefield, but found nothing.

Bizarre and quirky.

I searched the North Field, 3,000 acres of wind and snow, but I couldn't find it.

Chen Cong galloped down the mountain all day, rode up the mountain, and then went down the mountain non-stop, and then he was busy until now. It was fine to stand just now, but when I sat down, my bones and head were tired.

Chen Cong pushed open the wooden window and soaked in the drifting mist.

He simply lost the drama and watched Yan San tell the story wholeheartedly.

The book is also quite good, it is the six generations of three swords in my imagination, with the perennial rain of Jinguan, top-heavy, and drunk.

The occasional words and sentences in it will also make Chen Cong silently think of the six generations of three swords, his great-grandfather, the wanton young man who likes to wear red clothes and drink spirits.

In the era of Emperor Shenjing, the three swords of the six generations were in full swing, and their demeanor was unparalleled in the world, suppressing all the rest of the Tianjiao.

Probably, such a person would indeed say something like that...

Chen Cong's pleasing peach blossom eyes quietly looked at Yan San on the stage and imitated hoarsely, pretending to look up to the north, drawing his sword and closing the sheath...... It's a little clumsy and exaggerated, but Chen Cong is in it, as if he really saw the journey of the six generations and three swords.

The red-robed and white-horse north field tour, under dusk and twilight.

Six generations of three swords may also say,

"I strayed into the twilight and the swallow is difficult to cross, and I want to swim with the immortals."

"The blood-stained hairpin, the fragile glass butterfly, and the recast broken sword, all in the way of the world..."

"In the past, there was Wu Hook Frost and Snow Ming, and my immortal was like a meteor."

『......』

Such a sentence is not something that Yan San, who has never been out of Shuchuan, can write. Chen Cong has seen his life and knows that his great-grandfather is not from Shuchuan, so he moved here and started a storyteller, and his fame was also great back then.

Maybe Yan San's great-grandfather had indeed seen the six generations of three swords.

Chen Cong didn't want to delve into it for the time being, but just wanted to listen to the twenty-fold drama quietly.

This story deserves to be lived up to.

The scene was talked about until the end of the day, and the hearts of those who listened and those who spoke were all immersed in it. After finishing speaking, Chen Cong arranged for Ah Gui to clean Yan San's room, and the reward money was from his own account. Chen Cong sincerely thanked Yan San.

Late at night, the end of the day.

Chen Cong missed dinner and didn't want to eat it, so he simply went back to his courtyard.

Chen Cong took off his hairpin, his hair was scattered, his clothes were messy, and he was lying on the bed, looking at the black beams and thinking about things.

Today has been pretty fast and tired.

Most of the useful information in the drama of "Suiyi Hairpin" is those words and sentences that are not like those written by Yan San.

Gao Qin, a Taoist priest, can deal with it, and he really dares to divinate if he has a hexagram.

And I don't know if Ah Lang can build that kind of camera...... Chen Cong has always felt that Su Hui's thing is quite mysterious, and the six generations of three swords have left many things in the codex that he thinks are incredible.

In addition, if you can really become a celestial pride...... Chen Cong wanted to hide it from everyone first, especially Yang Juexi, and then let them surprise their eyes fiercely...... Chen Cong wanted to laugh when he thought of Yang Juexi's very surprised expression.

Chen Cong rolled excitedly on the bed.

The letter to Yang Juexi hasn't arrived yet, and the reply hasn't come yet...

His father, Chen Zhou, and his brother Chen Yi were left in the Zhao clan in Longbei and did not return until four or five days later.

I don't know when I will see Yang Juexi again, he wants to bully her, quarrel with her, and then talk about his own changes in front of her......

Perhaps the worst thing is that the Mu holiday of the Midyear Festival is almost over, and I have to go back to Qingque Academy to study...

Chen Cong thought about it, his thoughts were chaotic, he tossed and turned, and he couldn't sleep. I simply got up and turned out the gift that my father gave me to tie my hair at the age of fifteen - a hairpin.

So the hairpin...... Six generations of three swords of the hairpin.

It was still raining outside the window, there was no moonlight, Chen Cong lit an oil lamp to illuminate it, and sat at the desk.

It's quite an ordinary hosta, Chen Cong looked at it carefully with the candle flame, the jade was worn for a long time and looked warm, the hairpin handle was carved with Ruyi colorful clouds, and the word Suiyi was sealed next to Ruyi.

He had always thought that the symbolism of this hosta was greater than its practical significance.

But there must be a mystery in the hairpin.

Chen Cong recalled the Taoist priest Gao Qin's words of explanation and Yan San's drama he had just heard.

"The storyteller of the tea shop, the blood-stained hairpin."

"The blood-stained hairpin, the fragile glass butterfly, and the recast broken sword, all in the way of the world..."

The candle flame shone on Chen Cong, and he pondered blindly.

This wishful hairpin must be stained with blood, but whose blood is it stained? It shouldn't be the blood of ordinary people, because the six generations of three swords are not that kind of people.

It may be the blood of the enemy, Chen Cong recalled the life of the six generations of three swords - breaking into the northern field, going down to the southern Xinjiang, leveling the thief and leveling the seedlings, and pulling out the sword to cut it when the road is uneven.

As Chen's Tianjiao, when he entered the reform of the dynasty, he was extremely restrained in force and restrained his temperament...... This conjecture is possible.

But this raises a lot of other problems. Like, what does it mean to be an enemy? Is it measured in hatred or in terms of conflict of interest? Is it your own enemy or anyone? Or is it the enemy of the Six Generations and Three Swords? If it is the enemy of the six generations of three swords, they are all old and dead, is the blood of their heirs okay?

Chen Cong frowned, thinking with a headache.

In fact, it may also be the blood of Tianjiao Chen's children, Chen Cong thought to himself...... It doesn't have to be like a key, and the blood of the Chen family is the switch that activates the key. After activating the key, you will be able to open the door to Tianjiao.

Chen Cong had never hated the Riddler so much.

The last sentence in the play is "all the ..... of the world",

This is quite simple, it should be to wear a blood-stained hairpin to use Chen's Tianjiao vision - three swords · The Way of the World.

Wearing blood is a hairpin, and dancing the sword is the way of the world.

Chen Cong glanced out the window, the black rumbling, still drifting silently in the light rain, barely able to see the outline of each thing.

Chen Cong had a bold idea in his heart - why not try it with his own blood tonight?

The six generations of three swords once said a "vulgar word", not like the duke of the golden seal and purple ribbon, but like a big soldier Qiu Ba: "Why are you always thinking so much?" Say a thousand ways and ten thousand, two horizontal and one vertical is dry. ”

Chen Cong hesitated in the room, and turned out the gentleman's carving knife from the desk confession - the Toad Palace Gui Knife, the handle of the knife is carved with gold toad, ribbon, and cinnamon branch, which has an excellent meaning.

Chen Cong burned the Liaotoad Palace with fire, gritted his teeth, and cut the middle finger of his left hand. Because he was worried that the blood would not be enough, Chen Cong tried a lot of hard - the pain made him gasp.

The blood flowed red on the hairpin, and the warm jade color matched the blood color, turning into an extremely bewitching crimson gradient, emitting a faint light in the dark, like a fragment of the red moon.

Chen Cong bared his teeth, put the hairpin on his head at will, and walked to the Luan tree in the center of the courtyard with his sword.

It was very late at night, and the lights in the mansion were all turned out, so that no one would disturb them.

Chen Cong's eyes were hot, and the pain in his left hand was suppressed by the surging heart, and it was imperceptible. The back of the sword lifted is like a mirror, and from the front you can see the crimson Suiyi hairpin, and Chen Cong's peach blossom eyes that hide the Suiyi hairpin like a candle flame.

The blood-stained hairpins are all in the world.

Chen Cong was engrossed, dancing with his sword and at the same time releasing the vision of Tianjiao.

Tianjiao Chen's Vision · Three Swords · The Way of the World

A strange and invisible aura rose around Chen Cong, like a fog, both ethereal and real. Between the junction of contradiction and harmony, it is indescribably awkward, and it is speechless and impossible to refute.

Three Swords · The way of the world, the swordsmanship that confuses the public, gives people sensory contradictions.

In the past, the three generations of the Chen family used the authority of time, and the sword blade was pointed at himself, exerting the Tao of the world, giving a contradiction between touch and audio-visual sense. So that he could be touched, but he could never be seen and heard, and then went north alone, assassinating the last Tianjiao Shan Yu of the Xiongnu Empire at that time, but he was seriously injured.

I only knew that he did not die in the royal court of the Huns, and the blood dripping intermittently went outside the royal court, and he was not found after that.

Three generations of three swords did not return home, probably died on a certain way, and no one knew about it. He is also the only Chen Tianjiao whose bones have not returned to the ancestral mound of Qingque.

All kinds of mixed thoughts slipped through Chen Cong's head, and then quickly disappeared, and he gradually entered a state like the dust of the world...... What is confused is the body and the mind – his form cannot be perceived by the mind, and the mind can be in direct contact with the outside world.

Buddhism is called, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity.

Taoism is called, sit and forget the Tao, get carried away.

The leaves on the top of Chen Cong's head gradually rose from quiet to rattling, like a dragon descending, and like a prelude to a rainstorm.

The hairpin on his head became brighter and brighter, and the crimson color fell like a red moon in the night, reflecting the cold light of the sword blade.

Visions are frequent.

Suddenly, a spring thunder resounded in Chen Cong's heart, and then thousands of drums followed closely like rain. The heart is like a lake, and the surface is slapped into small bowl-shaped depressions.

Chen Cong rowed in the heart lake, with a hat, and entered another world in a trance, he heard someone talking on the shore in the distance, the voice was compassionate, and there was a smell of blood in the wind. He paddled as hard as he could.

It's like a yellow dream again.

At the same time, in Shengjing, which is four thousand miles away from Shuchuan Jinguan, a young Taoist priest frowned in front of the candlelight and held a white chess piece, and his robe was embroidered with a dragon.

He is Li Kan, a Taoist priest of this generation, a Taoist priest who is full of doubts, but his face is very bad at the moment.

As early as when Chen Cong cut his fingers to apply the hairpin, he began to be unsettled and paced back and forth in the room. After the spring thunder sounded in Chen Cong's heart lake, Li Kan felt a great abnormality, and he couldn't sit still, and immediately took out the white chess pieces that he had only sharpened a few days ago.

There was bloodshot in the eyes of Li Kan, the dragon Taoist: "How can there be so many yellow sorghum dreams today?" ”

"One in the morning, and another in the morning...... Isn't it the back hand of the old bald donkey? ”

"But now is the age of Tianjiao! He can't have the power to give people. ”

Do you want to forcibly erase this dream?

The dragon Taoist Li Kan threw white chess up and down, in a dilemma.

The twelve Tianjiao clans opened the clan and Tianjiao left a back hand and a curse that can trigger Huangliang's dream, just like the dragon can't bring a hibiscus crown to be Tianjiao Zhang's Buya. And if the diviner is forced, the diviner will force him to fall in love with the diviner, and the diviner will also assume that it is voluntary.

These back-ups, curses, and even results, Li Kan and the old monk can't say conclusively that they know everything. So sometimes by chance, some ordinary people may trigger a dream.

What surprised Li Kan the most was that the two Huangliang dreams happened so close to each other, and the coincidence seemed to be artificial.

"Old bald donkey... Successive dreams of yellow sorghum..."

A flash of lust flashed in Li Kan's eyes, and he was so irritable that he was undecided.

He can forcibly erase this dream, but as a price, he will fall into a deep sleep for a long time, and it is unknown how much the chess pieces he has laid will be disturbed by the old monk. What's more, he can't keep his apprentice Gao Qin alone in Shuchuan, isolated.

But he can't let go of the Huangliang dream, Li Kan believes that the old monk also knows - in the Tianjiao era, it is not allowed to have too many Huangliang dreams, this is his duty.

Wandering hesitation.

Li Kan cursed in a low voice: "You won, old bald donkey." ”

The white piece was crushed by Li Kan, and irregular fragments slipped from his palm.

Shuchuan Jinguan, Chen Cong under the Luan tree closed his eyes, frowned, and looked confused.

In Shengjing, Kyoto, Li Kan's face in front of the candle flame was like ashes, and the dragon on his robe swam and fell into a deep sleep.

"Immortal couples are only in books, and joys and sorrows are the world."

"The elixir I'm looking for is in Kitano, in the middle of the ancient battlefield."

"Why not exchange my blood for my wife's life? If you can't save the life of your beloved, what kind of unparalleled pride is it? ”

"If the Buddha persuades me to put away my remaining hatred, and reform myself, change my temperament, stop falling in love, and turn back from the sea of suffering, I will realize Lan Yin early...... Should I understand the mystery and lower my eyebrows? It's better to learn from that madman, King Kong is angry. Just smashed this wooden and stone statue, clay sculpture! ”

- "Suiyi Hairpin"