In this late autumn sound, the cicada song seems to be noisy, but also seems to be pleasant, in this endless cicada song, there are fallen leaves lightly, there is a breeze lightly, there is an old drunkard leaning on the side of the Buddha statue, looking at the sleeping face of the little drunkard.

I remember that Changping asked himself why he chose Chen Chen instead of Changping's youngest son Chang'an, who had been held by him and peed on his head in the past, unlike the Southern Tang Dynasty, when he chose the lord of the later generations of Western Chu.

At a glance, above the descendants of the West Chu Mantang, the young man named Chen Xiyu back then had a trace of luck that belonged to her, I owed her, so I chose him, this, probably a trace of selfishness, what I want to choose is her choice, I believe her.

The old drunkard took a sip of wine, the last sip that the little drunkard left for him before falling asleep, the little drunkard knew that the old drunkard was not happy without alcohol, but what he didn't know was that no matter whether there was wine or not, the old drunkard had never really been happy after losing that green clothes, and the burden on his shoulders was weighed down, whether it was the burden he had to resist or the burden that the old drunkard himself chose to bear, it was like a thousand pounds.

"If you are still alive, you should make the same choice as me, this child should be born in the rivers and lakes he likes, not the court that he has been thinking about when he was a child, the spring and autumn clouds should not be on him, it should be on me, an old bone who has not participated in the war back then, if there was me at that time, how dare the Southern Tang Dynasty be rampant?" the old drunkard muttered in a low voice, and the momentum was monstrous, just like the killing god of Qingfeng when he didn't see the woman back then.

The ancients had clouds, and they could get the dream of immortals in their lifetime, and they could climb the clouds and go upstairs in one day. The dream of immortals is the dream of immortals, and the clouds go upstairs, not the West Chu Heavenly Palace, not Penglai Immortal Island, not Kunlun Heavenly Realm, but the fairy palace in the clouds on the sky.

And the power of the old drunkard, has been able to reach the sky, he looked at the little drunkard, his hands folded, the Buddha behind him became clearer and clearer, there seemed to be the sound of Huang Zhong Da Lu in the broken temple, deafening, the old drunkard Buddha into the body of the little drunkard, such as the immortal dream.

Chen Xiyu, the youngest son of Chen Tang, is said to have a golden dragon into the body when he was born, when the Southern Tang Dynasty invaded Han, the Later Zhou, the Eastern Wu, and the Northern Han Dynasty. Zhou Zhuang, the prime minister of Western Chu, smiled and said, this son will grow into my Western Chu national weapon, that is, the hope of the people of Western Chu, General Chen, if you don't dislike it, I will give this little guy a name and call him Chen Xiyu, how about it?

Chen Xiyu, the country of Chu is given by the people of Tai, and the old prime minister still murmurs in his heart, which is also given by the health of the world, watching the sky at night, this is not given, but given.

And since Chen Xiyu was born, he was able to speak at the age of one, and began to read books at the age of three, looking at the world's strategy, governing the country, and reading wild history novels when he was tired.

First of all, the old drunkard has a spirit to travel, into the spring and autumn dream of the little drunkard, there is the sound of reading in the dream, and there is an old drunkard standing sideways like an immortal.

"Are you Chen Xiyu, or Chen Chen?" the old drunkard asked softly, as if he was afraid of arguing with the scholar who looked like the woman back then.

"I can't empathize. The young man looked up and looked at the slightly old drunkard, and wanted to get up and worship, but was pressed by the old drunkard.

Hearing this, the old drunkard knew that his person was Chen Xiyu, not Chen Chen, even if he gave Chen Chen ten more years to walk with him, he would definitely not be able to say such a crepe word.

"I really can't fucking think of what you would be like now if you hadn't let half of your soul be divided, half of your memories were in your dreams, and half of your memories were like white paper beside me?"

The young man seemed to be ashamed, pretending to be embarrassed, got up and carried the book in one hand, and said: "I regret that I can't empathize, thank Uncle Wang for protecting me for many years." ”

Regret can't empathize, how many feelings in this world can't be shared, and some people can't know their hearts for eternity, my soul is half, can't be emotional, can't empathize, so regret, but also to thank. The young man raised his head, there was stubbornness on his face, just like the frank smile back then, the woman who died stubbornly, the young man also had a younger age, and Chen Tang said a sentence: "My Xichu disciples can not be arrogant, but they must not have arrogance, the so-called arrogant bones, people die without yielding, the country is defeated without discouragement, the decline and forge ahead, the danger is not chaotic, there are Zheng Zheng arrogant bones, can stand proudly to the emperor and queen of heaven, do not bow to the princes and generals, and smile at the immortals in the sky." ”

And at that time, Chen Tang just smiled and touched the young man's head, and today's old drunkard is too, just like the smile on Chen Tang's face back then, the kind of eyes that this elder looks at his juniors are roughly the same, no matter who this junior is, but that kind of caring color is also difficult to change.

"Then I will accept your thanks for the time being, but first say okay, thank you only once, otherwise if I teach you my martial arts, you will start to thank you again, I can't stand these many common principles, I still prefer Chen Chen's little bastard. The old drunkard stroked his beard, with a joke in his eyes, staring at the young man in front of him.

And Chen Xiyu just straightened his spine behind him: "The kung fu in the world, there are external and internal, there are external skills to the realm of a product and cannot enter the so-called heavenly realm, but they can fight with the saints with their own strength, there are Confucian scholars who have not turned over books for ten years, and they have entered the sainthood by reading a hundred times, and they have fought 30,000 Tang troops with the strength of one person is just a small test of the knife, protecting the Xuanzhou ...... of the Northern Han Dynasty."

The old drunkard did not want to hear him tell him any more about these many cases, but he said: " Don't fucking tell me that you want to learn from these people, and become a so-called sage in the same way, Lao Tzu only knows that even if you said the two before, a Vajra Buddha precept idiot can break the sky early in the Southern Tang Dynasty Dawn Temple, but he has been grinding and chirping and is afraid of the front and back, and that Han Wenlong of the Northern Han Dynasty is even more of a fool, empty reading and not turning books, blocking the 30,000 Tang Army in January There is a fart, and in the end, it is not for people to find a shortcut from Cangshan behind the Northern Han Dynasty, which leads to a bloody flower behind the buttocks, and he still consumes all his qi to see his so-called celestials。 I only know that the rivers and lakes of Western Chu need someone to lead the tide, and that little cub in the Southern Tang Dynasty has already returned to his place, as for you, a scholar, you know what martial arts realm, what bullshit heavenly realm, well frog on the sea, will only be nonsense. The old drunkard's words evoked some memories of himself, and he thought of a down-and-out scholar who had sat and talked with himself and his wife, and felt even more upset, just staring at Chen Xiyu in front of him, as if he wanted to see him at a glance.

"If Zhao Chunqiu ascends the throne, then I understand. The reader put down the book, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes.

The old drunkard looked at it and laughed: "You are fucking happy, I will leave you a Buddha to teach here, remember that after you and that little drunkard become one, if that bastard's head is missing a string and does not bring me wine, you must remember to remind me." "Anyway, the old drunkard only left a picture, such as the Buddha closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, Chen Xiyu closed his eyes and practiced, but what kind of person needs someone to bring wine and can't buy wine himself?

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There are literati in the Southern Tang Dynasty who say that they are the male of the world, and the literati and ink writers who know the male and the female, and there are only two people who really achieve the ultimate and are exposed to the court, one is named Ram, and the other is Qi.

Gongsun Qi is a good wine, especially the wine boiled in the Dawn Temple of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and there are only two people in the Gongsun Mansion at the moment, Li Gongyi in a red robe, and Gongsun Qi, an old Confucian in a green shirt.

Looking at the bursts of heat coming from the wine jug, Gongsun Qi poured the wine in the wine jug into two cups, signaled with his finger cup, Li Gongyi took a sip, and then praised: "Sure enough, the wine is good, Brother Gongsun's cooking skills are worthy of being praised by the literati of the Southern Tang Dynasty." ”

"No matter how good the cooking skills are, if there is no residual flower wine of Brother Ram, the taste will be less than half. The old man is old, but the old man also has a youth, thinking of the time when the three of them cooked wine and talked about life and the world, Li Gongyi and Gongsun Qi looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.

I still remember when I was a teenager, the three of them cooked wine, and Li Gongyi, who was still a literati, drank and scolded, scolded and laughed, scolded the unaccustomed human affairs, and the people of the world, and Gongsun Qi sometimes echoed and sometimes opposed, only Li Gongyang drank lightly, saying that it was a residual flower, but in fact, his heart was already crippled in this world, just laughing lightly, sometimes discussing a sentence, and then he was silent as if he was asleep.

"This Southern Tang Dynasty, like a dragon, just lying in the world, when the first emperor died, they all scolded the old emperor for wasting luck, and he hit the six countries with a move, and the result was like a horse watching the flowers, and he got nothing, but when he was stupid, he had fought with the ram brother for this depression, and it was even more ignorant, I still remember that the ram brother said that the world is a dragon, and it can be cut at hand, those who know me know my troubles, and those who don't know me, how can I be embarrassed? At that time, this rhetorical question said, I still remember that the ram brother pointed to the west with one hand, and drank a sip of wine with one hand. I am indeed a person who is embarrassed, thinking that the battle line was quite long, the supply of grain and grass was insufficient, and the first emperor was determined to fight with the ram brother in six battles, and none of them were defeated, and finally I could only be depressed, my heart was really unbearable. Speaking of this, the old man took a sip of the remnant flower wine, and remembered the old story of the remnant flower in his mind, and a wry smile rippled on his face.

"Now I still remember that my brother told me that self-cultivation and governing the country and leveling the world, for the scholar first, not dead reading, reading dead books, I especially didn't believe it at the time, especially after seeing Gillian, I put down my mind to read, I couldn't see the brother who wanted to fight for fame in the world, who knew that he didn't enter the court, and I didn't know what the court of the scholar looked like. In this world, there are only scholars who have entered the court, and now they are worthy of talking to me about reading, otherwise, I hate to throw them into the court of the world, and let him see what a scholar is. Li Gongyi's tone was cold, remembering his brother who talked about all kinds of reading things, he didn't want to listen to it back then, but there were often words lingering in his ears, but now he wants to listen to it but no one says it, so he is lonely, and under half of his cheeks, he looks confused.

"Brother Ram, that's the one who knows the male and the female, but is the world's scholar. This world's scholars, your brother once said to me the most sarcastic, from the past years of the praise of "saving the heavenly reason to destroy people's desires", back then your brother even laughed at the time, if people have no desire, what is a person, I also asked your brother, if you don't want to go, how to talk about reading, but he just laughed and said, "You don't have the desire to read?" The so-called heavenly principles are better than the human principles in people's hearts, and those who destroy human desires are absurd, human desires can be overcome but cannot be destroyed, such as destroying human desires, what is the difference between heaven and man?" Gongsun Qi sighed a little at the indignation of the past, as if he remembered that he had now become the outline of the literati of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and he couldn't help laughing at himself.

And Li Gongyi raised his glass and said: "The three of us haven't drunk together for a long time, this glass, salute him?"

Gongsun Qi nodded heavily: "Be respectful." ”

The two raised their glasses, there was a smile on the corner of Li Gongyi's mouth, and Gongsun Qi's white beard danced lightly.

The wine glass was put down, and Li Gongyi bowed down and said goodbye: "Brother Gongsun, this farewell, the Li family and Gongsun should say goodbye, in the past, my brother could enter the realm of Confucianism and saints without entering, and now I am a martial saint, this farewell, I wish the Southern Tang Dynasty prosperity." ”

Gongsun Qi sat down and accepted this worship calmly, then looked at Li Gongyi, who turned to leave, and drank a cup of himself: "Good one wishes the Southern Tang Dynasty prosperity, your Li family is worthy of the most romantic Southern Tang Dynasty." The smile in the corner of the old man's eyes was full of respect.

Since Li Gongyi understands martial arts, he should be sanctified, and he should be a saint, and those individuals in the sky will discuss a big truth, so Li Gongyi turned around and didn't even go to see the new emperor Zhao Chunqiu, and left Yangzhou alone and went west.

In the autumn of the first year, Li Gongyi wore a red robe and entered the rivers and lakes for the last time.