"Hehe... Don't forget, what can you do?"

"Grace is as high as a mountain, or is it as deep as the sea?

The old man shook his head and replied, "You can't measure it..."

"Even if one day, Lao Yin stands in front of you and asks you to stab the knife, how much courage do you have to stab this knife?"

“......”

Clenched his fists and bowed his head, motionless.

Pavilion Master Cao didn't say a word, just stood there quietly and listened.

Pick up the teacup with a dry hand and take a sip. The old man slowly raised his head and looked deeply at the apprentice in front of him.

"Li Yan's death was deliberately set up by you, right?"

Shake...

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Pavilion Master Cao's body suddenly shook slightly. Obviously, the old man's words hit the nail on the head. It seems that Li Yan's death is not as simple as Xia Xun calculated.

However, the Cao Pavilion Lord still had no words...

The surprise was only for a moment.

The white mist fades, and the tea is cold. The three people in the bamboo slips have already lit a big stove. You can't smell the smell of meat here, but you can feel the liveliness of the other side, which makes it even cooler...

"Li Yan is the shadow son left by the Tang King in Wentian back then, you know...

The purpose of King Tang putting him here back then was to stare at the mouths of us scholars through his eyes, so as to prevent us from disturbing the literary style of a country. Therefore, in the past hundred years, for Li Yan's existence, the successive pavilion masters have also turned a blind eye to it..."

"But,

This doesn't mean that we're scared of Kyoto, but we don't have the need to turn the other cheek...

Because, we are just readers, and Wentian is just a place to teach and educate people. We read the books of sages and sages, ask the heavens to cultivate the way of Confucianism, and we are concerned about the safety of the world. Grievances in the rivers and lakes, court disputes, have always been just our outside the door, and the virtuous follow it. Because the ruler of our hearts does not allow us to show favoritism. Because, we only talk about the rise and fall of the people...

This is the mean.

It is precisely because we are modest, so the Heavenly Sect has never been able to influence our will for thousands of years. Including twenty years ago, and even earlier, and of course now...

This is the importance of the common people. ”

Saying this, the old man rolled up the ink jade bamboo slip on the desk with one hand and lightly put it on the wrist of the Cao Pavilion master's fist. The bamboo slips were not heavy, but they just pressed the sturdy arms and wrists of the Cao Pavilion Lord.

"Those things in your heart, those people. Is there any such measuring stick that has swayed your heart?"

“......”

The old man asked, and said no more.

The Cao Pavilion Lord, who had been silent for a long time, could not continue to maintain it at this time. Because, the old man is waiting for his answer...

Gently, his hands loosened his fists into palms, and the Cao Pavilion Lord respectfully held the Moyu Bamboo Slip from his wrist to the palm of his hand.

"If the apprentice is guilty, please punish him..."

"Smack!"

After saying that, his head was still buried, and the Cao Pavilion Lord suddenly knelt down on his knees. The knee hit the ground, and in an instant, the sawdust burst out, and the linen clothes shattered...

The strength of this kneeling is not small.

"You must be guilty...

Like your senior brother, they are all sinful and confused, and they can't distinguish between the important and the weak. ”

In the face of Lord Cao's gesture, the old man did not show too much emotion, but just glanced lightly at his buried face.

"Although Li Yan and Wentian seem to be friends and enemies, they are far from death. However, for the sake of your own personal vendetta, you indulged Guanchuan to take his life and create an opportunity to ambush and kill that kid.

Don't... Is that what you were trying to do?"

This was a questioning tone, but when it came out of the old man's mouth, it seemed so easy-going and calm.

The Lord of the Cao Pavilion raised the Moyu Bamboo Slip by a point, and the aura on his body gradually became a little dignified.

"Sir, you have learned..."

After saying that, the speed of speech intensified in vain.

"But, my Cao family, a total of 1,442 lives of the great enemy of the extermination, in vain... Don't dare not report it!"

Ruthless and powerful, the Lord of the Cao Pavilion said passionately, as if he was full of anger and had no way to vent.

"Is that all there really is?"

"Yes!"

"Not necessarily..."

The old man was still flat, picked up the tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

"If that's the case...

Then, when Guanchuan wanted to take that kid's life, why did you come to the rescue? If you saved him, why are you in trouble with him everywhere now?"

“......”

The two questions seem to be somewhat contradictory, and there is not much inevitable relationship between them. However, when he asked about the aura on the body of the Cao Pavilion Master, he eased down in an instant, just like a defeated rooster...

The Lord of the Cao Pavilion did not reply, as if he didn't know how to tell the entanglement in his heart.

"This is where your mind is disturbed. ”

"The measuring stick in your heart can't tell the weight of enmity and hatred, and you can't find a place for your conscience... Because you can't tell the difference and can't find it, you can only hesitate between moving and stopping. ”

The old man put the empty cup in his hand on the table, picked up the teacup in front of the master of Cao Ge and emptied it, and then put it together. Fang Cai continued to say lightly:

"Why bother?"

"I've been measuring for 20 years, but I can't measure the length of the two. Then why do you bother to bother with this grudge?"

"It's like these two cups of tea, if you leave it for a long time, the taste will be bitter. If you eat it again, it will only add to the bitterness. It's better to turn it upside down, empty of enmity, then which of the two is more important, naturally it will be clear at a glance..."

The whispers are like a spring breeze, bathing in the dreary air that is still a little dull. At this moment, the old man is like an old gentleman who teaches and educates people, and he is enlightening the students who are confused. The picture has a little warmth...

"However, the disciple's mind really can't be put down..."Pavilion Master Cao replied heavily.

"Hey..."

With a long sigh softly, the old man slowly stood up, slowly moved two steps, and walked in front of the Cao Pavilion Master. One kneeling, one standing, one salute, one salute, no birth.

The withered old hand gently brushed the tips of Cao Ge Lord's long hair: "I'm already old, stopping at the Heavenly Saint is my end." Although you have inherited my mantle, and there is still some time, after all, your qualifications are limited, and you will soon grow old with me. In a few years, no matter how big the enmity is, it will always be buried in the loess with us. When the time comes, what's the difference between letting go and not being able to let go?"

"Duh..."

The bamboo slip was raised, and the Lord of Cao Pavilion bowed to the old man in a deep voice.

Without him, because the old man is a teacher, he is now a guide to life and death, teaching and solving doubts for his disciples. As a disciple, under such great kindness, there is nothing to repay except to bow down and thank you.

"Disciple remembers..."

The old man shook his head: "I don't need you to remember, but I want you to forget..."

"The teacher's kindness is like a mountain, and the disciple dare not forget. ”

Pavilion Master Cao paused, as if he had been struggling in his heart for a while.

However, the disciple knew that he was deeply puzzled in his heart. Please also ask the gentleman to allow the disciple for a while longer and do something for the ancestors. Otherwise, in the future, when the disciples bury the loess, they will really have no face under the nine springs, and go to see those people who have died unjustly..."

laugh

The old man let out a bitter smile.

The half-old man in front of him has been under his door for fifty years. What was in his heart, how could the old man not guess?

"I won't let you go to Beijing..."

"Mr. ......"

The Lord of the Pavilion was about to argue when the old man patted him on the shoulder and interrupted him.

"From the day I passed the wordless question to you, you were no longer the prodigal boy you used to be. What you must always remember is that your every move represents the will of the mountain under your feet, and is implicated in the life and death of all the scholars who come out of this mountain...

Do you think it's right for you to go to Kyoto right now?"

The bamboo slip trembled a little, and the mood of the Cao Pavilion Lord seemed to be a little fluctuating.

“......”

"You want to ask when is the right time to go, right?" asked the old man.

"......" Pavilion Master Cao was silent.

"Wait until I'm in the ground. The old man replied to himself.

"Brush..."

The old man's words were too serious. When the Cao Pavilion Lord heard this, he suddenly froze. For a while, he couldn't say a word. Because, in front of the old man's tone-setting words, as a disciple, Master Cao would be rude to say anything...

"There's nothing to consider..."

The old man slapped Pavilion Master Cao twice more on the shoulder, then slowly walked back to the bamboo chair and sat down. sighed: "I can't take that step, I'm just a person after all." As long as it's human, it has to leave that day, that's a fact.

Therefore, as a teacher, I just hope that you can calm your heart. So that after I am buried in the earth, I can still have the protection of saints in the heavens, and I will not fall to the point of storm, then I will be relieved..."

"I want to ...... in vain"

"Don't think about it, we can't say anything about it. ”

"I don't understand. ”

"Does it matter whether you understand or don't understand?"

As he spoke, the old man waved his hand and made a gesture to see off the guest.

"Get up... I'm a little hungry. You go down and eat a few bites of a whole beef feast made of knives, and by the way, give me a little more to satisfy your cravings..."

"Sasha..."

The old man spoke, and the Cao Pavilion Master, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, slowly stood up. However, he didn't stop there. Still grovelling and holding the Moyu bamboo slip, but his head was raised a little, and he asked respectfully:

"How should the matter of the kid and Senior Brother Dao be arranged?"

"Heh..."

Smiled helplessly, the old man turned his head sideways and looked at the night sky outside the window. Ponder for a while...

"That kid is here to collect debts, and I can't do anything about him. Just give him the things, lest he come up with some ghost attention and make us uneasy..."

"But... We only have one piece of paper left in our house, little sister..."

"Give it... The two pieces of paper in the seven stars can't be moved..."

Before Cao Ge finished speaking, the old man waved his hand and cut off. After the words were broken, the Cao Pavilion Lord was stunned and his eyes were surprised.

"Can't move?"

"Yes. ”

The old man smiled and nodded.

Pavilion Master Cao seemed to understand something, so he didn't ask any more.

The old man continued: "As for your senior brother's affairs, you don't have to blame too much. He's the same as you, but his heart is different, so he chooses a different path..."

"However, it's a pity, the teacher still underestimated the persistence in your brother's heart. In the end, he chose this blood-stained path..."

"Huh..."

The words are serious and long, like a thousand words that cannot be said in the heart, and can only be turned into a wisp of light sigh and exhale...

"That's it, that's it, what's the use of talking about it now?"

"Go down... Have a good meal with them. ”

"Don't embarrass that kid anymore, his future road will be bumpy and bumpy..."

“......”

The bright moon shines on the mountain, and the old man in the lonely shadow study.

Pondering silently, as if reminiscing about those years...