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South of the Qijiang River, in the territory of Qiliang. The official road of Juanzhou, the horse's hooves are like thunder.

As everyone knows, His Majesty Qi Liang's little prince Xiao Yi is talented and has never forgotten it since he was a child. At the age of three, he read all the hundred family texts, at the age of six, he wrote poems in front of the palace, and at the age of eight, he studied under the national teacher Wushuangyuan Tiangang. Even though the national teacher of Qi Liang has read the world all over the world, he has never seen such a genius.

The source of the country division hexagram did his best, calculated that His Royal Highness the little prince is pregnant with the dragon and snake phase and the lotus phase in the eight phases of heaven and man, but unfortunately the two phases are mutually restrained, since the child His Royal Highness the prince is weak and sickly, His Majesty summoned countless medical and Taoist holy hands, all of which are helpless.

The Medicine King Valley has not appeared in the human world for ten years, and in this world, it seems that no one can heal His Royal Highness the Heavenly Genius.

The national teacher solved it with a ten-year lifespan and calculated that the life of the little prince was beyond the age of sixteen.

Xiao Yi, the little prince of Qiliang, was born in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Now sixteen years of spring and autumn, early spring. His Royal Highness the Little Prince is just sixteen.

The great master of the source calculated that there were traces of the medicine king walking in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and this was the last year.

Three carriages, one carrying people, two carrying books, two coachmen, ten attendants.

His Royal Highness the Little Prince was given the advice of the national teacher and went north to the Great Wei.

This trip seeks longevity.

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The official road of Juanzhou, the falling English is colorful, and it is the early spring.

His Royal Highness the Little Prince was reading quietly in the car, and he didn't care about the carriage and horses.

This cart was full of the books of the sages. The heavens and the earth are great, and the sages are the greatest. The father relied on the principles of sages to govern the country and level the world, so whether it was the scriptures of the giants before the Spring and Autumn Period, or the master's literature that appeared after the Spring and Autumn Period. His Royal Highness, the little prince, who is only sixteen years old, has almost seen it all.

The carriage creaked and creaked, and the flowers fell to the ground.

The two drivers squinted their eyes, not really showing much interest.

Traveling from the imperial capital of Lanling City to Juanzhou, three weeks on the way, he encountered six waves of assassins.

All died a mile away from His Royal Highness the Little Prince.

Two coachmen wore hats, one chewed on weed roots, had a scar on his cheekbones, and looked up nonchalantly, his right hand making a faint gesture behind his back.

The entourage behind immediately understood, and then several extremely hidden black-clothed figures followed by the carriage immediately scattered from the official road.

A mile away, the three ambushed crossbowmen were beheaded by the black-clad figure before they could make a muffled sound.

This is the seventh wave of Assassins.

There are always people who come forward and are not afraid of death to assassinate this little prince.

The man with the hat chewing the grass root narrowed his eyes, although this trip was not hidden, but after three weeks of travel, he temporarily changed direction four times, and encountered assassins one after another, I have to say, it was too coincidental.

His Royal Highness the little prince naturally didn't know, and read in the car safely.

The other groom bowed his head and remained silent.

If there is a discerning person, you will find that these two horsemen, when driving the horse, the upper body does not move at all, and the lower body is consistent with the frequency of the horse, and they are by no means idle.

Chewing on the grass roots, it is the light skill and high means of Mingsheng, which is known as "the rainstorm pear blossoms do not stick to the clothes"; the one who bows his head and is silent is the master of the house who has the reputation of "angry eyes King Kong".

In the Qiliang Imperial Palace, there are twelve masters in the interior, and Duan Mingsheng and Miao Jianhong are two of them.

With these two escorts, it is enough to ensure the safety of His Royal Highness the little prince.

Duan Mingsheng counted the falling flowers on his back, and a pot of flower wine swayed around his waist.

"Your Highness, go to the seventeenth mile, and it is Yangguan Valley. ”

When the little prince heard this, he opened the curtain in a trance, just as the wind swept by, and the two pear blossoms flew like rain, and the sky did not have a torrential rain, but there were torrential pear blossoms sweeping.

I don't know where I came from, where are I going?

He narrowed his eyes, his eyes bent into a beautiful crescent moon, and reached out to pluck a pear blossom and put it in the book.

"The book says that there are many pear blossoms in Yangguan," His Royal Highness the Little Prince said thoughtfully, "We will stop in Yangguan for a while." ”

The convoy was like light smoke, silent and swift, driving in the pear blossom tide of early spring.

A young man.

In the sixteenth year of the Spring and Autumn Period, the seventeenth mile of Yangguan.

His Royal Highness the Little Prince didn't know if he could find the medicine king who walked the world in the Northern Wei Dynasty, nor did he know how dangerous this trip would be.

Now he reads the books of the sages with all his heart, and he doesn't care about his worries.

Now he only knows that Yangguan is in early spring, and it is advisable to enjoy pear blossoms.

Now he is just an ignorant teenager.

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Yangguan Valley is located in the south of Youzhou, and then north is to cross the Qijiang River.

Because of its unique geographical environment, a grain of pear blossoms is raised in captivity. In early spring, there are many tourists like fish scales,

There is an old temple in Yangguan Valley, there is an old banyan in the temple, and there is an old monk under the banyan.

The old monk was kind and kind-eyed, closed his eyes for a long time, and let the tourists around him hurry, noisy and lively, and refused to open his eyes.

The little monk swept the ground with a broom for a day, but he was already too tired to speak, but he still couldn't help but speak.

"Master, you've been sitting for another day. ”

The old monk was dressed in a yellowed robe, deaf to his ears, but he heard the sound of spring insects flying in his ears, and he slowly stretched out his hand and picked off a small flying insect that flew to the spider web.

The little monk looked at it and said cautiously, "Master, you have been sitting under the big banyan tree like this for three days, and the spiders by the tree are about to starve to death. ”

The old monk's brows moved slightly, and he spread out the palm that grabbed the flying insect, "The monks should be merciful, sweep the floor and save the lives of ants, and cherish the moths and gauze lamps." ”

"Master, you never sweep the floor. The little monk didn't care that he had swept the sky and the earth for a while, and he had no strength, and muttered, "I don't need a lamp." ”

The old monk raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to speak, the little monk spoke again.

"Master, look, this is the seventy-eighth flying insect that you have pinched to death in the past three days. ”

"Sins and sins," the old monk did not open his eyes, slowly closed them, and pinched the Buddha beads to praise the Buddha's name.

"Master, the abbot of the Great Banyan Temple has spoken, if you can't turn into a fate, you still sit under the old tree every day to influence tourists to burn incense, not to mention entering the pagoda to read the Buddhist scriptures, I'm afraid you will be swept away. The little monk frowned, "Why don't you go to sweep the floor tomorrow, Master, and I'll go to turn into a fate?"

The old monk smiled slightly, quite proud, "Calculate the fate for the teacher, and there will be someone who is destined to come tomorrow." ”

"Shi'er, you go and bring the bronze bowl that the master has hidden under the third futon in the Vajra Hall," the old monk turned his back to the sky, although his eyes were closed.

Shi'er thought that he had been in the temple for three days, and when the master came, he sat under the big banyan tree and never moved his position, so why did he hide the bronze bowl in the Vajra Hall?

At this time, it is already dusk, there are still tourists in the temple to worship the Buddha, and the old monk silently counts three two one.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

There were three melodious bell-ringing sounds in the temple.

The world only says the morning bell and the dusk drum, but the big banyan temple beats the twilight bell and morning drum, the bell is thick, and it is deafening.

There are many pear blossoms in Yangguan, and many pear blossoms float from nowhere under the big banyan tree, and they shake with the bell.

The old monk looked up and smiled, and for some reason, sighed, "What a twilight bell and morning drum." ”

"What a bastard of the Green Lotus. ”

The pagoda of the Great Banyan Temple is nine layers, the Buddhism is exquisite, and the monks are famous for their dialectics in the north and south of the Qi River.

A hundred years ago, the first generation of abbot Master Qinglian wanted to build the big banyan pagoda and set up the big bell and thick drum, but he reversed the "morning bell and dusk drum", and wanted to teach the temple to beat the drum in the early morning and ring the bell at dusk. If one day someone reads all the Dharma of the stupa and climbs the ninth-floor stupa, he can change the rules of the twilight bell and morning drum.

It's just that for a hundred years, the stupa has never been opened. After Qinglian closed the tower, only by taking the holy monk's relics and resonating with the royal bloodline could the tower be opened, and Kuang Yan climbed to the top to change the damn rules. The monks in the monastery are good at dialectics and reasoning with others. But although it is annoying the upside-down sound of bells and drums, it is unreasonable to talk about this Qinglian master who has already entered the soil and turned into ashes.

The old monk closed his eyes and waited for the little monk to retrieve the bronze bowl.

In the distance, the stone stumbled back and handed a small bowl.

"Master, Ming'er, do you want to turn into a relationship?"

"Taking a bowl for a teacher is not a fate," the old monk smiled toothily and took the copper bowl, "To be a teacher is to get married." ”

The little monk was ignorant and silent, but the old monk took the initiative to speak, "You kid stick out your head and say a few words to you for the teacher." ”

The stone snorted obediently and turned his head to the side.

"Ming'er is going to enter the pagoda that you have been thinking about for a long time, and you are not allowed to go out of the temple if you don't read to the top floor. ”

After the first sentence was finished, Shi'er's eyes widened, and he couldn't hide his joy, but he said that the master deserves to be the master, and the pagoda is said to have never been opened in a hundred years, how can it be opened tomorrow.

"The morning drum and the dusk bell are very good, don't change this rule. ”

After the second sentence was finished, Shi'er was a little confused, why did you always say that this morning drum and twilight bell were annoying, and I wanted to smash it, why did you tell me not to change this rule today?

Yes, I listen to you, Shi'er smiled, and heard the third sentence -

"When you go up, you smash the bell and the drum for me, and see what they knock in the future. ”

Shi'er was dumbfounded, this is the master, I guess I am afraid that there will be strange people who will change the rules back in the future?

Shi'er touched his head and leaned over to listen to the fourth sentence.

The old monk's voice was like a steamed bun, out of breath, extremely uncomfortable to listen to, and the moment of whirring passed.

Shi'er didn't hear it too clearly, nodded happily, just agreed, and all agreed.

What are you talking about, you don't have to sweep the floor after catching up with Ming'er, don't cry?

Master, I will enter the pagoda tomorrow, what is there to cry about.