When the old drunkard walked out of the Qingxin Pavilion and rested against the tree under a willow tree, the old drunkard remembered the words after Song Xiaoxiao closed the pavilion, and his heart couldn't help but ripple.

"Old-timer, I know that the little guy is about to wake up, and that Qingxin song will give him a dream, count it as a buffer, his dream can be done for about half a month, you can do some things you want to do, and someone will take care of him." Song Xiaoxiao looked at him with a blurry look in her eyes.

Today's old drunkard who can't pick up a knife not only took out a knife back then, but also pulled out a knife when he saw injustice, and cut off a woman's life under a knife, and this woman, looking at him more than ten years later, she knew that her benefactor would go to death if she went out of the rivers and lakes again, even if it was not at the moment. However, she can only watch and see people leave.

Although this world seems to have been stable for ten years, the damned people have to die, and the people who should be alive may go to the Yama Hall one day as a guest, and the old drunkard in front of him seems to be a person who is going to die many years ago.

The old drunkard smiled calmly, it was a very simple thing for him to die calmly, at least he felt that it was much simpler than the tormented life, he put the knife on the table, "Wait for the little guy to wake up, if I am not there, show him this knife, he knows that I will come to pick him up, let him wait for me, even if this dream, the dream is complete for ten years, you must wait for me when you wake up." ”

Hearing this, Song Xiaoxiao was relieved, because if this parting was to die, the old guy would definitely not leave his knife and a promise, she hugged the firewood knife in her hand and nodded lightly, but in her heart, she recalled a bloody night many years ago, in that battle of ten thousand armies, she killed the killing god with a knife in one hand, and her heart couldn't help but flutter.

The old drunkard shouted Song Xiaoxiao a few times, and after coming back to his senses, Song Xiaoxiao couldn't help but bow his head, as if to hide some feelings on his face, the old drunkard gritted his teeth, pulled the crotch that seemed to be a little stuck, and then turned to leave.

It's not that only young people will have ignorant feelings, he has had, and now he has to recall, a girl with a green silk smile seems to have waved at him many times, and a brother whose soul is still alive seems to have been living, he is waiting for himself to pick up a knife and cut him with his own hands. However, since a long time ago, the knife has not been unsheathed, and it has become the broken wood knife in Chen Chen's mouth, and he has not wiped the blade for a long time, and on the blade, the soul and resentment of many years ago should have been clearly dispersed. What you want to do, how many people have not done what they want to do, and they are no longer qualified to do it.

The old drunkard got up, drank all the wine in the wine jar and smashed it on the spot, shattered like a year that had not been recalled for many years, and then got up and walked away, walked out of Maoyan Town, walked far away, it was night, someone sighed, "Tonight's wind, like the last autumn, big and sick." ”

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Qin Cao sat quietly in the room, constantly wiping the guqin in front of him in his hands, and his mind echoed the appearance of the teenager when he left home.

It was a teenager for many years, and since he knew about the Spring and Autumn Period, and knew that the edifice behind a certain seemingly strong figure would collapse, he began to read thousands of books and taste thousands of things, and it seemed that for the first time that such a smile appeared on his face.

"Girl, I followed Uncle Wang to go through the rivers and lakes in this world, go and go back, don't slack off on the piano on the day I leave, when I come back, I can't listen to the melodious sound of the piano, I'm afraid I can't find the direction of home." The boy smiled brightly.

It's just that after being far away from home, the lady who thinks she has always been very strong has tears sliding down her cheeks, she thought it was her own dazzle, when she was ready to help Mrs. back to the room, when she felt Mrs.'s arm tremble slightly, she realized that they were all sad people, and the mother was reluctant to let her children go away, and the piano girl was reluctant to swim.

The two women looked at each other without saying a word, and in many tossing and turning nights, the woman who had been caressing the piano day and night realized that the man who was shy by nature left all his affection in that parting sentence - she was the direction of his home.

Since that time, there are often melodious piano sounds in the mansion, with songs and lyrics, and the first sentence seems to be "Pianpian young man, don't be confused when you look back." ”

The fingers fluttered on the strings, and the pair of jade hands were like ice and snow, at this time, it should be due to excessive force, and there were blood marks on the hands, vaguely revealing a little, like a little red plum in the snow.

"Pianpian young man, don't be confused when you look back

When the incense rises, I will taste the delicacies

Don't think about it, don't break your bowels, and the flowers can be fragrant and butterflies can be appreciated

The promise can be forgotten, and the heat will not disturb the cold or cold

Send you thousands of miles, look forward to it every day, and look at the young man in my heart......"

The words are no longer chanting, and there are a little traces of water on the strings, but the sound of the song is still the same, sending the young man in his dream.

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"The first emperor died, the young emperor was ignorant, the powerful minister Li Gongyang troubled the dynasty, fortunately he died early, the new emperor in the Spring and Autumn Period, the real dragon hall, the book to the world edict ......"

Li Ram passed away, and the news that the Son of Heaven, who was controlled by Li Ram like a marionette, sat on that dragon chair and controlled the overall situation of the world spread throughout the Southern Tang Dynasty in an instant. It seems that the Son of Heaven also said a word, he is not the Zhao Chun who was played with back then, and now he has officially begun to use the name given to him by the first emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Zhao Chunqiu! When Zhao Yi set this name, he once proudly said: "The Spring and Autumn Seven Kingdoms in this world are all the Spring and Autumn of the Zhao family!"

Since the death of Li Ram, Zhao Chunqiu changed the year name to Chuyang, and in the first year of Yang, Zhao Chunqiu sat in the Shenglong Palace, and thought that Chuyang was shining in all directions.

The Seven Kingdoms of the Spring and Autumn Period, the Emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty of Zhao Jianan named it Spring and Autumn, and everyone knows where his heart is. From that day on, there were two people in the Shenglong Hall who could not kneel on the main hall, Li Gongyang's brother, the first martial artist in the palace in the Spring and Autumn War, Li Gongyi, and the one who was not good at fighting with others but really became the first person in the Southern Tang Dynasty after Li Gongyang's death, Gongsun Qi.

After the light and shadow in the Stargazing Pavilion dissipated that day, Zhao Chunqiu looked at Li Gongyi and arched his hand, and his lips pursed white: "Uncle Li, the Zhao family's Nantang will never forget a debt in his heart, and the Zhao family owes the Li family justice, and he can't pay it off in this life." ”

Li Gongyi waved his hand, looking at Zhao Chunqiu's eyes very gloomy: "In this life, there are things that are owed and things that are repaid, my two brothers of the Li family are nothing, and I can't stay long in the temple of the Southern Tang Dynasty. After that, Li Gongyi left alone, Zhao Chunqiu looked at Li Gongyi's back, but there was a little comparison in his heart, although he owed the Li family, but the back of the old drunkard seemed to be free and easy, but it was much heavier than Li Gongyi, and Li Gongyi was more depressed and lonely.

After leaving the pavilion, Li Gongyi looked up at the sky where the autumn leaves were flying, as if many years ago, in this Yangzhou city, there was a person who drank wine and explained his ambition to his brother, pointed to the Shenglong Palace, and said: "The literati should make a life with the people of the world, and the scholars should die in the temple, and give the world a Qingming world." And the brother at that time just patted him on the shoulder and smiled, thinking of such a time, Li Gongyi also laughed, when he was a ridiculous teenager, which teenager had never been ridiculous.

Zhao Chunqiu sat on the chair where Li Gongyang had sat for many years, crossed his fingers, and said to himself: "I have taken the lead in the romance of the family and country in this world, how about I send you a tide leader in the rivers and lakes to lead the way?" At this time, under his eyes, there was a face that had laughed and played with him a long time ago, but the sneer was clear.

"Yes, if you want to lead the tide alone, with that old guy here, why do you need me to send you?" Zhao Chunqiu's eyes became more and more lonely.

"I wish you would never wake up, so that I will always have a confidant, the teacher is dead, Uncle Li and the old guy are going to the heavenly palace to die calmly, and you, will you also die for your Xichu in the future? With a long sigh, Zhao Chunqiu suddenly felt that in fact, this Spring and Autumn Emperor's throne was sitting lonely and lonely, and he didn't know how the figure he had been looking at when he was a child sat so peacefully. In fact, he is also selfish, he also hopes that some people can let go of personal feelings, can pick up personal feelings, there is a big difference between this take and put it away, there is a saying, the world often backfires, at this time Zhao Chunqiu thought, but a trace of inexplicable resentment when he claimed to be a widow at the height of the temple.

"I'm at the height of the temple, and you are far away from the rivers and lakes, since then, it can be regarded as a farewell. Zhao Chunqiu got up and left facing the gate, this time he went out, he also entered the door, out of the rivers and lakes and deep seas, and entered the peak of the temple.

Zhao Chunqiu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, issued an edict, the first way, the treasury opened half, the granary opened half, and the people of the wasteland of the Annan Tang Dynasty were to promote water conservancy and agriculture;

There were people in the court who were panicked, either the treasury was empty, or they didn't know what the emperor was thinking, only Gongsun Qi's eyes narrowed slightly, as if they were in a fugue.

The old thing, Wen Wei, is worthy of you, a ghost warrior in the Spring and Autumn Period. A person is hidden in the stargazing pavilion, the Spring and Autumn War is a decisive victory thousands of miles away, after the Spring and Autumn War, since the lock of the pavilion to stabilize the Southern Tang Dynasty, after his death, he thought he was a criminal minister, and he was so infamy. Wen Wei, Wen Wei, the people of the world, it is difficult to get out of your right.

This pair of pillars of the Tang Dynasty in the past, under the erosion of the years, will eventually disappear, countless people in the world sigh, and countless people are ecstatic.

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Next to a dilapidated hall in the southeast Shu region, a monk was wearing a robe and looking at a lonely tomb in front of him.

The monk clasped his hands together, and vaguely muttered a word of Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, silent, only his shape. Does Amitabha Buddha sigh that everything in this world is good, or does he just wish that the people under the loess will be good all the way? The monk does not open his mouth, but cultivates the meditation of closing his mouth, and if he does not open his mouth, he is already there, and if he opens his mouth, he is amazing, and he is full of injustice in his heart.

Ten years ago, there was a carefree Taoist who could be described as a carefree man, who had a wife who was lucky, and the two opened a Taoist temple together in the remote Shu region, self-sufficient, far away from the rivers and lakes. At that time, there was not a single monk who practiced closed-mouth meditation. Ten years later, the monk has nothing to say in his heart, he has been practicing a closed-mouth meditation for ten years, a few days ago from the Southern Tang Dynasty to Southeast Shu, he just came to this lonely grave and apologized from the bottom of his heart, I'm sorry, girl, I have to enter the rivers and lakes again.

There is one less guest in the Star Pavilion, and there is one more monk on the rivers and lakes who is silent, wanting to turn into a relationship with the sky, turn into a grand marriage, and ask for a justice that no one knows.

It is said that justice is in the hearts of the people, but who can talk about the justice in the hearts of people?

The monk got up and took out a book from his arms, the book was written about the interesting stories of the past ten years, the experience of the monk in the past ten years, the book was lit, the monk grinned, I don't know if the girl in the underground had seen the former Taoist, talking in front of her.

For the sake of you, I abandoned the concept of the Great Dao, although I missed it in my heart, but I could bear it, and I retired from the rivers and lakes; because you and I were separated from yin and yang, and I missed it too much in my heart, so I couldn't bear it, so I waited for a moment to seek justice for you.

In the firelight, there seems to be handwriting surging, the monk's qi is pouring for thousands of miles, there are clouds in the sky, making the shape of a Buddha, the monk leaves, the back is decisive, this goes, it will make the heavens and men fight and the liver and gall are broken, and one person stands on the pillar to break the heavens.

Twenty years ago, there was a big disciple in the Great Daoguan, named Duan Fengxi, who left the temple and claimed to be a free Taoist, and won the leader of the young martial arts conference in the first battle of the rivers and lakes.

Since then, there has been no more Duan Fengxi in the Great Dao View, and there is one more free Taoist who ranks fifth in the world's martial arts list.

Nowadays, the fifth in the world re-enters the rivers and lakes, from the southeast of Shu to the back of the Zhou Avenue.

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The palace of Western Chu is called Qiankun Palace, and it has a good mind, and it is its deep meaning to sit and watch the world.

And there are two people sitting in the inner palace at this time, one is the Chu Emperor Changping, the cup seems to be replacing the wine with tea, and the other person is hooking the corners of his mouth at this time to drink the wine in the cup, looking at the Chu Emperor with a smile, who can it be if he is not an old drunkard?

"Your Majesty, I have been in the court for decades, because she has been out of the court for several years, and because the little guy has been out of the court for ten years, and now I am here, and I want to talk to you. The old guy smiled playfully, and Changping's eyes were bitter.

Changping kept tapping his fingers on the table, and suddenly raised his head and asked with a look of hope: "The skylight can be opened, can the old man not leave?"

The old drunkard was suddenly in a trance, and he should have remembered the woman with blood on the corner of her mouth and asked in her arms: "I can die, can I take care of myself?"

There were tears in the past, and there is bitterness today, and the old drunkard replied, no, everything is in words. This kind of state of mind is difficult to say, but it is just like back then, and now it is in the court.