The river goes with the lake, and there is a lonely boat.

In the hinterland of southern Xinjiang, the lake is as vast as a round mirror, and the mountains and peaks on both sides pass by, which is a beautiful scene.

On the quiet lake, a lonely boat slowly rowed across the lake, the old man was boiling oars in his hand, dressed in a robe, wearing stars and moons, looking back from time to time, looking at the two boatmen standing on the other side of the boat, slightly stunned.

A man and a woman, with a hat on their heads, looked side by side at the riverside.

"Childe, after crossing the Pinglan River, you will arrive in Lanzhou. The maid-like girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in purple, not yet fully developed, her figure was already slightly graceful, her appearance was covered by a tall hat, she held a paper umbrella, and a short knife pinned to her waist, looked up at her son-in-law, and spoke softly.

The man was in his early twenties, handsome, slender, dressed in literati attire, holding a scroll in his hand, carrying a long strip of cloth wrapped around his back, and an ink pen tied around his waist. After hearing this, he smiled slightly, "After Lanzhou, it is Wuzhou, there are not many places in southern Xinjiang to take the exam, if you want to gain fame, you have to climb the mountain and wade through the water to go to the boundary of Wuzhou, but there is a mountain and a river, and there are scenery all the way, fast, fast." ”

The purple-clothed maid muttered in a low voice, "I don't understand Childe, it's already good to study and paint in the mountains, why do you have to take the so-called fame, I don't know how many scholars have squeezed their heads out for this false name, and finally ended up miserable." ”

The man laughed, "Xuanxuan, this is your fault." It has been said in the book that if a gentleman only reads hard in the mountains and does not walk in a down-to-earth manner, how can he know whether the truth in the book is true or false? Not to mention that the Confucian sages of the past also said that erudition, interrogation, prudence, discernment, and practice, step by step, and finally the most important thing is the practice. ”

The girl in purple smiled playfully, "Xuanxuan hasn't read a few books, so naturally she can't talk about Childe, but I've also heard of Zhu Zhechi, I want to follow Childe every day, sooner or later I can raise a bookish life, and then I will fight with Childe." ”

The man helplessly patted the head of the maid Xuanxuan next to him, "You, you, everything is good, but you don't like to read, haven't you heard that there is a golden house in the book, you read a lot, and there is gold everywhere." ”

"Son, you are lying again, if this is the case, wouldn't our family be richer than the palace master, as for sailing early, don't you eat something first. The girl pouted and rubbed her belly, her face full of resentment and sadness.

The corners of the man's mouth curled, no longer talking to the girl about these big truths, he looked up at the scenery on both sides of the river, his sleeves fluttered, his heart was relaxed, and he couldn't help muttering:

"What's more, I want to enter Beijing because I want to ask the emperor of today, who is an official of the court, a minister of the king, and a temple who views the world, how much can he understand, and how much can he really share the sorrows and sorrows of the people?

The old man in the robe paddled silently, I don't know if he was listening to the young scholar's full of literary and ink, and couldn't help but sing a little tune that the local fishermen like to hum, the mountains and rivers are receding, and the fish and birds are reflected in the sea and sky.

The man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted loudly: "Old man, slow down." He took off the long strip of cloth behind him, untied the knot, and revealed what was inside, which was actually a painting tool. After the man's hands and feet were straightened, he sat upright, took out the ink pen on his waist, and the maid Xuanxuan took a half step back, picked up an inkstone in her hand, and added water while grinding the ink.

The old man in the cloth was stunned, then responded with a smile, slowed down his movements, and the boat fluttered by.

The lake swim is not turbulent, and the scholar wants to draw the mountain.

Near the shore, the man put down the ink pen, shook the silk cloth lightly, the landscape and ink drawings were impressively reflected on the paper, a mountain after a mountain, a water after a water, the momentum was majestic, majestic atmosphere, the girl in purple jumped up to see, smiled, clapped her hands, and even the old man in the cloth who didn't talk much all the way gave the man a thumbs up.

The man smiled, very satisfied, put it in the cloth, carefully rolled it and carried it, the girl in purple wanted to raise her hand to take it, the man shook his head, "Carrying the landscape, it is also a practice, I just carry it myself." ”

He jumped out of the boat, stretched out his hand to grab the girl in purple, and the two stood ashore one after the other, and bowed goodbye to the old man in the cloth.

"I have heard that every mountain and every river has gods, the mountains have mountain gods, the rivers have river gods, and the lakes have lake gods. I didn't believe it at first, but now I know that there is a sky outside the sky, thank you seniors for sending me on the next trip!" the man said loudly.

The old man in the cloth was stunned, took a closer look at the man's appearance, touched a handful of white beards, turned around with a smile, drove away, and waved his hand on the lake, "Take a good test of your fame, if you return empty-handed, the deity will have to collect double the road money next time." ”

The man straightened his waist, pulled the hand of the purple-clothed maid, waved goodbye again, and left without looking back, halfway through, Xuanxuan couldn't help but look back, the river was calm, the mountains were towering, where did the lonely boat and the old man in the clothes come from?

The girl's eyes widened.

......

The land of Middle-earth is vast and boundless.

The ancient city is continuous, lively and extraordinary, Zhongzhou as the head of the five regions, rich in materials, rich in folk customs, these large and small towns have a thriving scene.

At this time, on an official road, three people strolled over, the first person was wearing silk satin, his face was like a crown of jade, his air was lofty, and his eyebrows and eyes were like stars and moons, so that everyone passing by couldn't help but take a look. The person on the left is dressed in pitch black and clings to the handsome man, while the person on the right is tall and burly, with a white beard and hair, but he is also extraordinary. The two of them coincidentally fell half a step behind the handsome man, and their status was high.

The three of them walked together, the handsome man looked around all the way, and when he saw the passers-by, he smiled and responded, his attitude was gentle, like a spring breeze, he said to the burly old man on the right: "Now the people of each small city live and work in peace and contentment, self-sufficient, and the country is getting stronger and stronger.

"Your ......Majesty" The burly old man was just about to speak, and hurriedly called the title under the man's gaze, "The lord personally went out of the palace to inspect and understand the people's feelings, which is the luck of Daxia!"

"Okay, it's not in the palace, don't say this kind of thing," the man shook his head and looked at the downtown area, "I'm in the Beichen lineage, leading Great Xia, more than a thousand years, so many years, I've been thinking about it, how to make the country peaceful and peaceful?"

He pointed to the burly old man, "According to Confucianism, those who want to be clear and virtuous in the world in ancient times will rule their country first, those who want to govern their country will first gather their families, those who want to gather their families will cultivate their bodies first, and those who want to cultivate their bodies will first correct their hearts. I also follow what my predecessors said, three times a day to reflect, a lot of benefits, governing the country is like governing the family, grasp the fundamentals, the people can live well. ”

He looked towards the black-clothed figure again, "According to the Legalists, if you are false, you know the truth, and if you are quiet, you know that the moving person is right." There is a reason, but if you don't think about it for the people, how can you be a wise monarch? In comparison, I like your sentence more, survival and death lie in the void and reality, not in the few. Legalism governs the country in a way, and Confucianism governs people in a set, all of which are the principles of the predecessors, and we latecomers can't comment on them. ”

The handsome man looked up to the sky and sighed, "In the final analysis, it is difficult to be a man, it is even more difficult to be an emperor, and it is even more difficult to be a virtuous emperor." ”

The burly old man glanced at the black-clothed figure beside him, silently, and suddenly his body shook, and a white light quietly fell from the sky and merged into the burly old man's body.

"Oh, your distraction is back, what's going on in Southern Xinjiang?" the handsome man asked, a little curious.

The burly old man was stunned for a while, his brows were tightly locked, he looked at the handsome man, his lips moved slightly, the man's brows became tighter and tighter, and he snorted coldly, "Shadow Sect, the rats who hide underground and steal their lives on weekdays dare to come out openly." ”

The man reluctantly glanced at the street again, and sighed softly, "I don't know what year and day it will be next time I go in micro-service." ”

His temperament changed suddenly, and the dragon's aura rose, like shaking Tianyue, "Go back to the palace!"

......

In Lanzhou, southern Xinjiang, in a remote town, a golden light crossed and fell into the sky. On the ground, a childish boy opened his mouth wide, desperately pulled his mother's sleeve, pointed to the sky and shouted:

"Mother, look at it, flying immortals outside the sky!"

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