The sword wasn't actually lost, isn't the sword sticking in your heart?

The moment the old man's words landed, Ye Qin felt his heart twitch slightly, as if something really hit him directly, slamming at his heart.

It hurts my heart.

It's like touching some memories that I don't want to look back on.

Ye Qin froze in place, chewing on this sentence repeatedly.

Although some things have passed away and cannot be recovered, they have left a strong mark in the memory.

It's just like: "If you want to buy osmanthus and carry wine, it will not be the same in the end, and you will travel as a teenager." ”

In the long river of years, how many people have returned to a certain node again and again, trying to find what they have lost, but can only stand by the boat and wander.

What is lost will never come back, because you are no longer who you once were.

The sword was actually lost, but it was not lost.

Because, revisiting the old place, everything is only in the heart.

……

Unconsciously, the sky is getting late, the sunset pulls out a faint afterglow, the water and the sky continue to contact and merge, and the sunset looks like it is about to sink into the river from a distance.

Several golden waves surged, and the sparkling light reappeared in them, like countless golden fish, constantly jumping, chasing the sunset, but never catching up with the passing time.

Soon the waves calmed down, and the sun set on the green hills on both sides, reflecting deep shadows on the water surface one after another, and the outlines of the mountains gradually became a little unclear.

Ye Qin was a little distracted by his thoughts, until the old man's voice pulled his thoughts back to reality.

"What is there in this world that lasts forever?"

The old man asked the previous question again, and this time Ye Qin had a faint answer in his heart, and it was completely different from before.

Throughout the 5,000-year history of civilization, from the prosperity of each dynasty and each generation, from the beginning to the extinction of life, these are all constant changes, the rise and fall of things follow certain laws, and nothing seems to be eternal.

But the law is the law, and the Tao is the Tao.

Lao Tzu Youyun: "Tao gives birth to one, life to two, and two to three." ”

The Tao of the Three Beings and All Things has never changed, and the Tao Law is also eternal and eternal beyond the universe itself.

No matter what stage of life you are at or what you are like, it will not affect the fact that the Tao is independent and unchangeable.

Take himself as an example, even if Ye Qin's limit is approaching and he is going to die, the Dao Law will not be wiped out because of his demise.

Even if everything is gone, the Tao will still live on.

This is the avenue that Ye Qin pursues, from the beginning to the present and continues to explore the "way" of progress!

Everything can not exist, but the Tao is eternal in the heart!

The sword can be lost or replaced, but as long as the heart remains the same, it will always be in your heart!

Ye Qin's dilated pupils became firm again, "The Tao is not in the water, it is in my heart." ”

He seemed to be talking to the old man, and it was like talking to himself.

Although on this road, only Ye Qin explores alone, like a blind man crossing a river, a blind man touching an elephant, full of unknown and unpredictable.

But the road is not alone!

"Even if I am now submerged in the long river of history, revisiting the old place, and everything in the outside world, even the body and soul, has passed away, but the Tao in my heart will never die!"

When Ye Qin said these words again, his mood was already a little uneasy, and thousands of emotions welled up in his heart, just like the glass of wine that he had tasted at the beginning.

Bittersweet and sour, all kinds of tastes came to his heart, he hadn't felt like this for a long time.

The thing that lasts forever in the world is the "Tao".

The Tao lasts forever and remains unchanged.

At this moment, Ye Qin's Dao heart is becoming more and more determined, no matter how dangerous it is in the future, it is impossible to destroy him today.

It seems that the old man fell into the water with a sword, but what he picked up was not a 'Tao'?

When the old man saw Ye Qin's enlightenment, he slapped his hands and laughed, "That's right." ”

He was like a wise man who was kind and seductive, and he didn't tell the answer at the beginning, but let Ye Qin discover it himself.

Ye Qin's expression was a little realized, "Thank you." ”

The old man waved his hand indifferently, "Thank you for what I've done, I'm just an ordinary ferryman, just giving you a ride." ”

"Now the wind and rain have stopped, and the ship has docked."

Ye Qin understood the old man's words, and took the rest of the words, "It's also time for me to get off the boat." ”

At the beginning, the old man beckoned him to come to shelter from the rain, which was the origin, and now that the rain has stopped, it means that the fate is extinguished.

The old man watched Ye Qin get off the boat, picked up the remaining single wood pulp and slowly propped it up, the boat squeaked and staggered into the distance.

The sun is setting, the remnant sun is like blood,

In Ye Qin's sight, the boat gradually turned into a small black dot, and slowly blended into the river along the last few rays of sunset, just like when it came.

In the distance, the old man's heartfelt singing voice was heard.

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

Success or failure turns empty.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

……

The sound grew farther and farther away until it finally disappeared.

Ye Qin looked stunned, a huge wave smashed, and he saw that the white waves of the river were vast, like frying salt and stacking snow, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled another light.

Not far away, the mountains are stacked, the river is like a mirror, the green mountains are floating, reflecting the approximate outline, and that touch of the afterglow is slowly sinking on the rock wall of the green mountains.

Ye Qin watched the river roll and pass, as if he saw the long river of history rushing without hesitation, and the five thousand years slowly passed away, and faintly heard a sigh from it.

It seems that the ancients kept rummaging in the long river of history, looking for the eternal value of life.

After earthly reincarnation, we will have a lot and lose a lot, and a person's life is constantly possessing or losing, and finally everything will return to dust, and the earth will return to the earth.

But there is also something that lasts forever.

The Dao method is eternal, like a sharp sword in his heart, this is what Ye Qin wants.

The waves are rushing and the waves are flowing, and the surging river water never stops, allowing the river to sweep away the world's affairs and turn into a surging tide.

The wheel of time is never merciless, nor will it be transferred by human will, and no one can keep the footsteps of time.

Some people go with the flow, others look back and dwell on it, but no matter what, we always have to look forward, because time goes forward, not backward.

Ye Qin watched the long river of time rush endlessly, and in it, there would always be some eternal existence.

"Life is limited, the river is endless, and the Tao lasts forever."

At this moment, Ye Qin had a clear understanding, the river in front of him was surging, coherent past and future, and the shadows of the two gradually overlapped.

A bold idea popped into him.

"If you visualize this river, what kind of effect will it have?"

The unreal and the real are intertwined, and the Taoist temple is the medium, attracting the mottled power of the years, in fact, until now, Ye Qin has not figured out whether this is a silhouette of the years, or whether he himself is involved in it.

Is it a passer-by or a spectator?

Ye Qin couldn't explore this question, and even if he was on the second fugue now, he couldn't understand the mysterious power in it.

But it's right to think about it, after all, when it comes to the power of time, there are indeed some special existences, if it is so easy to be consulted thoroughly, wouldn't it be casual to subvert the years.

Sensing the master's intentions, the Qi Pill slowly operated in Ye Qin's body, emitting a few wisps of Heaven and Earth Qi, and soon wisps of white mist emerged from Ye Qin's body.

It continues to extend towards the riverside and blends into the green mountains and green waters.

Unconsciously, the origin of the white bones came out, and the melodious and far-reaching sight also fell on the mountains and mountains.

A snake and a bone were silent, looking into the distance.

Visualize the river!

The river tide gradually subsided, no longer setting off ripples, as if he was worried about disturbing something, occasionally rolling up a few fallen flowers, approaching Ye Qin and the white bones, with a bit of intimacy.

The surrounding water mist converged and deepened, and the outline of the green mountains became blurred, and it seemed that only this surging river remained, which was fixed in Ye Qin's eyes.

"Whew-"

Ye Qin calmed down, feeling the information transmitted from the river, and every time the tide rises, it belongs to its breath.

The sound of gurgling water continued, but his heart was unprecedentedly calm, and the whole person was also precipitated in this river, swimming into the distance with the waves.

There was more and more mist on the river, covering the surface of the river, and even the original blue water was covered, surrounding the white bones, and then all of them were absorbed by the Shangqing Temple.

The eaves of Shangqingguan held on the palm of the hand were condensed into countless small water droplets, as if contaminated with rain and mist, and the dilapidated Taoist temple had a little more indescribable meaning.

It's just that Shangqingguan is a miniature version of the existence, and those water droplets and rain fog are even smaller, and it is difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Ye Qin's heart gradually became unwavered, no matter how the river went, time seemed to have been frozen at this moment, becoming an eternal picture.

The river tide became turbulent again, rolling up countless snowflakes, like a silver bottle bursting, and the water slurry poured out, constantly washing the white bones, and each bone was surrounded by mist, which seemed to be extremely sacred.

Even Ye Qin's dark green snake scales had small droplets of water on them, like jade beads on top of jade, so that he could see the extreme, but he didn't move at all, like a stone.

Thousands of streams of water converged together, looking so ordinary and ordinary, but in Ye Qin's eyes, whether it was the direction of the river or the shape of the waves, they were all very special existences.

"Hum—"

The faint bell rang again, as if the dusty history pushed open a door, rolling up the dust of countless years, and slowly surging towards Ye Qin.

The feeling of weightlessness came back again, as if someone was constantly tugging at the spirit.

"Am I leaving?"

But at this moment, Ye Qin hadn't finished contemplating yet, and it would be nice if he could give him a little more time.

However, no one can resist the power of the years, this is just a mottled fragment, and it will not change because of Ye Qin's thoughts.

As the sun sets, the surrounding scenery becomes more blurred, and it seems that as the sun sets, all of them sink into the river, causing faint ripples.

Ye Qin was introverted, trying not to let himself be affected by the things around him, and concentrating on contemplating the river in front of him.

However, the speed of the river seems to be fluctuating rapidly by two invisible hands, getting faster and faster, so that it is drawn into an afterimage in the air, and its speed cannot be captured with the naked eye.

Rumble!

Seeing the torrent of time rushing towards him, Ye Qin's heart palpitated, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

At this moment, the sun is just right, and there is still the appearance of the afterglow of the sunset just now.

The water was sparkling, and everything seemed so calm, except that there would never be a single flat boat again, and there would not be an old man on the awning boat.

The green hills on both sides of the strait are still the same, and they don't look any different, but on closer inspection, there is still a big difference.

In the distance, a group of people was slowly approaching this direction.

The leader should be a teacher, smiling, very cordial, and holding a sign in his hand that reads "Class 73".

Behind him was a group of children wearing light blue school uniforms and small yellow hats, but it was a group of students who came for an outing.

Those immature faces, which have not yet receded from baby fat, are full of innocent colors, like the rising sun, looking at the world with curious eyes.

Compared to the excited and excited looks of the others, the little girl at the back of the line was with her head down and looked preoccupied.

"What a strange feeling...... Why do you feel that Grandpa Mountain God is coming? ”

She looked blankly at the river in the distance, always thinking that there should be a small boat there, but she couldn't see anything.

"Don't run around, there is water nearby, and you must keep a good distance from the danger of the water depth, and you can't get out of the teacher's sight."

The teacher's voice came and carefully told the students to pay attention to safety precautions.

Those students were also very obedient and listened obediently.

"We are about to go to the 'Waiting King Village', according to legend, the first person to come to this village was the tomb keeper of the Chu State, which is also the name of the village, not only that, this village is also related to another historical story, do you want to know?"

"Yes!"

The students said in unison.

"Then the students first rested on the spot, then took out the Chinese textbook and turned to the fifth page."

As the teacher's words fell, the sound of pages turning in place sounded, and the breeze seemed to blow the river with a 'bang'.

The students looked curiously at the fifth page of the textbook, but saw that it was a short story in classical Chinese:

"Carving the Boat for the Sword"

[The Chu people have a person who wades into the river, and his sword falls into the water from the boat, and he says: "It is the place where my sword falls." "The boat stops, and the one to whom it is contracted enters the water and asks for it. The boat has been done, but the sword is not, if the sword is like this, isn't it also confusing? 】

……

Naturally, the students couldn't understand this kind of classical Chinese, so soon, a childish voice sounded inside the little yellow hat, "Teacher, what is called carving a boat and asking for a sword." ”

Looking at the children's confused looks, the teacher smiled and explained:

"In ancient times, there was a man in the state of Chu who crossed the river by boat. When the boat arrived in the center of the river, the Chu people were careless, and a sword he carried with him slipped into the river, and he hurriedly reached out to grab it, but unfortunately it was too late, and the sword had already fallen into the river. The people on board were very sorry for this.

But the Chu man seemed to have a plan, and immediately took out a small knife, carved a mark on the side of the ship, and said to everyone: "This is the place where the sword fell into the water, so I will engrave a mark." ”

No one understood why he did this, and they stopped asking him.

As soon as the ship docked, the Nachu people went into the water at the place where the mark was engraved on the ship to retrieve the fallen sword. The Chu people fished for a long time, but they never saw the shadow of the sword. He thought it was strange, and said to himself, "Didn't my sword fall from here?" I also engraved a mark here, how can I not find it now? ”

When he said this, the men burst out laughing, and said, "How can you find your sword, when the ship is always moving, and your sword is sinking to the bottom of the water, and will not move with the ship?" ”

Well, this is the story of "Carving a Boat for a Sword", and this story happened in this village of Waiting for the King in front of everyone, and this is the source of the story of carving a boat for a sword. ”

The teacher's words and colors, combined with vivid movements, quickly made the children understand the meaning and immediately laughed.

"Mr. Zhang, this person is too stupid, the boat is always moving, and the things that fall will not move with the boat, how can you find it."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, he is also too stupid, I feel that the fat who is at the bottom of the exam this time is smarter than him."

The one who was named was a little chubby boy, who was meaty, and when he walked, he felt that everyone on his body was trembling and trembling, so he was nicknamed Xiaopang by everyone.

Hearing this, Chubby couldn't help but retort, "What's wrong with being the first to last, I just didn't play well this time, maybe I can take the first exam next time!" ”

The children chattered and discussed, and the scene suddenly became extremely lively, like a vegetable market, and Mr. Zhang looked at it with a kind smile, which did not stop their discussion.

"If I were that person, I would have jumped down and scooped things up as soon as I could."

"If you drop it, you will drop it, what is there to catch, it's a big deal to buy a new one."

"If it's the previous thing, I'll go to catch it, and forget about the worthless ones."

Children express their opinions, and childish words may sound ridiculous to adults, but they are their own thoughts.

Seeing that they were almost discussed, Teacher Zhang spoke, "Students, please be quiet, in this story, we are told a very important truth. ”

Hearing Teacher Zhang's words, the originally noisy team instantly became quiet.

"This man who seeks a sword is bent on finding it wherever the sword falls, and his understanding is inconsistent with objective facts, and the result is naturally only failure."

"Therefore, our thinking does not conform to the objective reality, and we will not succeed in doing things, and the objective reality is constantly changing, and if we use the old rules and regulations as a magic weapon to solve new problems, we will make a lot of jokes."

The children didn't seem to understand.

"Teacher Zhang, I understand, all in all, we can't be like this person who asks for a sword, stupidly using only one method for everything, and not listening to the advice of others."

There are also many children who echo and express their opinions, "This person is really stupid." ”

"It's not like that."

But at this moment, someone in the team suddenly spoke, although the voice was small and immature, but it was very firm, which was particularly obvious among the children who echoed it.

"I don't think that's how the story of carving a boat and begging for a sword is understood."

Hearing the different voices, Mr. Zhang was slightly surprised, his eyes fell on the back of the team, and he suddenly showed a gentle smile.

At the end of the line is a little girl, who has recently turned around, and looks very quiet and cute, compared to the immaturity of her peers around her, she has a special feeling.

Although she doesn't like to talk, she seems to be a little unsociable, but she is very quiet, never takes the initiative to cause trouble, and she is obviously a child, but sometimes she looks like an adult, mature and sensible.

After learning about her life experience and background, Teacher Zhang was even more pity.

And she is very studious, but strangely, she likes to ask about classical Chinese, but this is obviously not what children of this age like.

But maybe this is talent, so Mr. Zhang is very concerned, after all, he also wants to help new students integrate into the group as soon as possible.

Teacher Zhang asked softly, "Xiaocao, do you have any different ideas?" ”

(End of chapter)