"Haha!"

The old man shook his white head and laughed, and leaned against the wall, looking over the heads of the passers-by to see the dust dancing in the sunlight shining into the prison.

"If the old man wants to go out, he just has to keep his head down, but my neck is a little hard, and I can't lower it. ”

"If you don't leave, you're likely to be killed......

Zuo Zhengyang had talked about the situation before, and the Taoist couldn't help but ask: "Is it that the emperor is angry with you, if so, this Dao will also learn from Lao Lu and smash him back to the Jinluan Palace!"

"Kill the head?" the old man didn't frown. ”

The old man lowered his gaze, looked at him, and after a while, replied.

"Yes, it doesn't. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Shuhua leaned against the wall and slowly stood up.

"If the old man knew that Liangsheng was angry and smashed the Jinluan Palace, he might have stopped him, but now that he has smashed it, the old man will shout 'Okay!' The little Taoist may not understand the meaning of this. ”

The old man walked around the prison with a smile, looking at Zuo Zhengyang at the door, and also at the sunlight shining from the small window.

"Jun Mingchen died without regret, Jun Mingchen died and pushed the latecomer, Liangsheng said bluntly for the people of Heliangzhou, it is what my generation of scholars should do, if you are humiliated by this, as a teacher, how can you be indifferent?

On the other hand, the livelihood of tens of thousands of people in Heliangzhou is trapped in the mouth of a king, how can the scholars of our generation be indifferent? Above the court, there is a miasma, all of them are sycophants, and if the literati of our generation are indifferent, it is a sign of the destruction of the country. ”

Sun Yingxian listened patiently, but couldn't help but slam his fist on the wall.

"Death is death, anyway, the north is not Huaxia, wouldn't it be better to unify it!"

Hearing his words, Wang Shuhua laughed.

"The old man was born in Nanchen and grew up in Nanchen, spreading knowledge here for decades...... It is emotional to watch the lives of thousands of people, to see the buildings rise from the ground, and to watch the cities from barren to prosperous. ”

Zuo Zhengyang at the door was slightly moved, as a martial artist, his emotions were not delicate, and he had never thought about it so much, but when he heard this, his heart was also indescribably complicated.

"So the old gentleman won't leave like this?" Sun Yingxian changed his name for the first time.

In the light and dust, the old man sighed with some emotion.

"So don't go...... The old man has lived to this age, and he has seen a lot, and he is full of sages, but he can't always hang it on his lips, won't he become a sour Confucian?

...... When it really deserves to die, my generation of scholars will not be able to retreat, and once they retreat, the backbone of the scholars will be gone, so ah, the old man broke into the Golden Palace, admonished thousands of lives, and fought for the injustices of my disciple's good life! ”

The old man's words fell sonorously and powerfully.

The cell was silent, and even the sounds of crying and shouting nearby gradually quieted down, Sun Yingxian couldn't stand such depression, and went over to grab the old man's arm and went to the wall.

"In this way, this way will take you away. ”

When Zuo Zhengyang shouted: "No!", Wang Shuhua also broke away from the Taoist's hand, and then shook it again, his eyes calm.

"The old man is not afraid of death, and he will die, but I am still worried about Liangsheng in my heart, afraid that he will collapse after this blow, Xiaodao Chang, I have something to ask you. ”

After that, just in the eyes of the two, Wang Shuhua hissed, tore off the cuffs of the prison shirt, spread them on the ground, and bit his fingers to write.

The Taoist leaned over, glanced at it, and closed his eyes.

Yin Hong spread blood on the prison cloth.

Liangsheng:

For the teacher......

The sunlight slanted in the prison, and soon after, the red handwriting was folded, and the old man gave his hands to the Taoist over there.

The rest of the time, Wang Shuhua chattered a lot with Taoists and Zuo Zhengyang, and talked about what happened when he went to the Golden Palace to meet the emperor, and he laughed even more.

"Your Majesty ....... stubborn, the old man spit in his face, hahaha!!"

The light of the sky gradually turned red, Sun Yingxian walked out of the cell, stayed in the city for a few days, saw Min Changwen being blasted out by the emperor several times, and on the day of the execution, he also saw the old man with white hair standing upright on the execution ground.

"How can we Confucians be afraid of death—"

The moment he removed the seb from his mouth, his voice resounded above the execution ground.

After reading the whole process, Sun Yingxian carried the letter and went towards the northwest of the capital, since there was no one at home, Lu Liangsheng must have gone to Heliangzhou.

"Well..... how Ben Dao should talk about it. ”

Occasionally, when he rests, Sun Yingxian always thinks of the scene of that day, and always thinks in his heart, how can there be such a person in this world...... This is a person, or a group of people who are more different from the astics.

"I hope Lao Lu won't learn from Uncle Hua in the future!"

"My Buddha ..... compassion!"

Just as he was muttering, a Buddha horn came from afar, and the Taoist turned his face to look, and a fat monk came from a distance, followed by several children.

"Monk Fajing, you haven't returned to the temple yet?"

After an incident in the capital, he returned to the state of a hippie smile, and stepped forward to pat the fat monk's stomach.

"There's nothing to eat over there, and I haven't seen you hungry. ”

At this time, Sun Yingxian also noticed that among the children following the monk, a child with brown eyes, just like Lu Liangsheng at the beginning, couldn't help but pay attention.

"Innate Spiritual Root?"

"This child, his family suffered, encountered bandits, died, and did not want to, accept the government, the government resettlement, poor monks, had to take him, he back to Wan, Buddhist temple. ”

Fajing uttered a Buddha horn and reached out to stroke the child's head, who dodged his head and stepped aside, with a cold face.

"I didn't let Nan Chen's people settle me, it was obvious that they killed my father!"

As he spoke, he glared at Fa Jing fiercely.

"Don't be a monk either!"

Sun Yingxian laughed, retracted his gaze, and slapped Fajing on the stomach again: "This kid is so extreme, he didn't figure out anything, so he said that the government killed his father." ”

Over there, the fat monk also shook his head.

"I hope ..... Dharma ..... can dispel ..... other anger. By the way, the poor monk....made a special trip....to find you, Sun Daoyou, when He Liang ..... Zhou, the poor monk met Lu ..... Daoyou ....., and he asked the poor monk to tell you ..... that he went to ..... Northern Zhou. ”

Northern Zhou?

So far!!

The Taoist no longer chatted with the fat monk, hurriedly arched his hand, put on the magic talisman, rolled up a cloud of dust and smoke, ran away, and disappeared in front in a blink of an eye, and a group of children screamed 'wow'.

Fajing worshiped the Buddha, shook his head, turned around and took a group of children to the north, and they also had to cross the river and go to the place that was once called Northern Qi.

The sky is flowing, the clouds are flowing to the north, and Lu Liangsheng at this time has entered Chaoningzhou with the old donkey.