"Wine."
"Okay."
A lame man handed a jug of wine just brought from the restaurant in front to someone sitting on the cart white-haired old man.
The old man pulled out the stopper impatiently,
took a sip,
made a sound of "ah",
smash it Ba Zui,
said:
"The water is a bit too much."
The lame man looked at the old man and said:
"I'm going to make another pot."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, it's good, it's quite right."
"Oh?"
"This wine is just like life. I heard that the wine from Jindong is the strongest in the world. It is even used in the army and used by wounded soldiers. All the wine gluttons in the world flock to it.
However, this wine hurts the spleen and stomach, making the drinker feel like a fairy in the front, and the body is hurt in the back.
This kind of wine is like a gratification of pleasure, heroic words, heroic actions, and nature. After the heroism, it is like the official receiving the rod, the general going to death, and the virtuous woman dying;
The journey is also in a hurry, and the end is also in a hurry.
This is a life of strong wine.
There is another kind of wine, which is mixed with water and has the taste of wine but not enough flavor. You frown when you drink it but don’t give it up;
Just like you and me, all living beings, the heroic life and death are the same as mine It is out of reach and extremely evil.
The life of a person is somewhat glorious and somewhat alcoholic, but when people in the world and future generations watch and read it, it is difficult to say that it is all white.
But this watered wine can be sold for a long time, but people like me can often grow old and not die.
Now that the end is approaching, I have to taste this. For the rest of my life, let alone dogs, it would be a pity for me to eat them tastelessly."
Chen Daxia looked at Master Yao, smiled and said, "Me too."
After the fall of the Qian Kingdom, Yao Zizhan went to Yanjing as an official as a surrendered minister;
Yao Zizhan once said that the first emperor of the Yan Kingdom was willing to exchange 10,000 cavalry for a literary saint to enter Yan. The joke finally came true, and after entering Yan State, Yao Zizhan wrote countless poems in the last ten years of his life, which can be said to be extremely productive.
In his poems, there are memories of the scenery of the motherland south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River, the custom of thinking about the powerful and powerful people in Guizhou, the sadness of the past and the present, and some excellent poems that praise the great Yan Dynasty;
This The old man had been brilliant and absurd all his life, but in the last years of his life, he had done something wrong.
Before his death, Li Xundao told him that if future generations want to remember this Daqian, they have to find it from Master Yao's poems.
So he, Yao Zizhan, does not shy away from being called the hawk and dog lackey of the Yan people, in order to write more poems and lyrics, so as to comfort the spirits of some people he cares about in heaven, and to do more for him. Add a little more wine to your life.
The same is true for Chen Daxia in his life when it comes to family and country affairs. He is more generous than Yao Zizhan, but he has been troubled time and time again.I couldn't find an opportunity to risk my life.
During the battle against Qian, the regent of Dayan, he, Daxia Chen, defended Yangmen Pass with the intention of dying, but in the end he stayed alone.
Master Yao: "My hero, have you ever thought about whether the current situation would be completely different if you had really stabbed the man named Zheng to death outside Yin City with one sword?"
Daxia Chen shook his head and said: "I never thought about it."
Then,
Daxia Chen grabbed the handle of the car again and pulled the car forward. He continued: "He has been on the line between life and death too many times in his life. I don't have more than me, and not less than me.
Besides, I don't want him to die."
Master Yao took another sip of wine,
shaked his head and said: "Actually, you have always lived the most understanding."
At this moment, someone appeared in front of you. A man dressed in white holds hands with a woman beside him. The woman is sitting on a cart and the man is pulling the cart.
Chen Daxia immediately let go of his hand and staggered Master Yao who was sitting in the car behind him.
"Disciple pays homage to master."
The sword master nodded slightly.
Chen Daxia bowed to the woman in the car again and said: "Disciple pays homage to Master."
The woman in the car also gave him a reserved smile.
Seeing this, Master Yao smiled and said: "How can I, Yao Zhan He De, be able to have a sword master to see me off when my deadline is approaching?"
Yu Huaping shook his head. He said: "I brought my wife to my mother-in-law's grave just to give it away. It happened that you were leaving too, and there were still paper money and ingots that had not been burned in the car. It was unlucky to bring them home, but it was a pity to lose them. After all, my wife and I made them at home. It’s folded;
So I gave it to you by the way, so you can keep it on the road.”
After saying that, Yu Huaping waved his hand, and all the paper money hanging in the car flew towards Yao Zizhan. Yao Zizhan opened his arms and embraced them all.
"Then I really got a lot of credit from him."
In fact, the old lady may not be older than Yao Normal University when she is studying in school. This is enough to show that Yao Master, how much water is mixed with this pot of wine?
If the end was not really approaching, Master Yao would have lived a successful life at his age.
Of course, it is far incomparable to the one who is really a person of great importance or auspiciousness of the country.
Chen Daxia apologized to his master. Just as he was about to say something, he was stopped by the sword master.
The Sword Master knew what he was going to say. He was talking about his fight with the Zhao Di swordsman but they ended up with a draw. However, the Sword Master knew that Chen Daxia’s sword had no edge for a long time. This did not mean that Chen Daxia was weak. But lazy.
Laziness, for a swordsman, is actually a very high state.
This is nothing in the first place;
The strange thing is that those few of my disciples insist on trying to achieve all the achievements of my sect for their master, the four great swordsmen.
Even, he did not hesitate to let the young apprentice, who was already wearing a python robe, visit the world in person with dignity,Kill that knight-errant.
In fact, there are some things that the Sword Master himself no longer cares about.
Just like the man who chose to retire after becoming famous, people will always change;
When the apprentice has not grown up, he always thinks about the grand occasion of the future. Now that the disciples have grown up, each of them is running in the direction of being better than his master, beating his front wave.
Already it has the reality, but it is nothing more than a false reputation.
However, he, Yu Huaping, was still happy at the disciples' kindness, just like the old birthday star who faced a house full of children and grandchildren on his birthday, "blessed as the East Sea", he was really happy.
Master Yao said at this time: "It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Anyway, there are only a few days. Today I just have wine and paper money, so let's be here today, right now."
p>Chen Daxia nodded, waved his hand forward, and directly blasted a hole with his sword energy.
Master Yao was a little surprised and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "I said it was casual, are you so casual?"
"So what?"
"You have to dig it yourself, right?"
"That's too troublesome."
Master Yao was helpless and waved his hand: "That's it, that's it."
After finishing speaking, Master Yao struggled to get off the cart, then struggled to climb into the hole, then struggled to lie down on his face, and finally, struggled to smooth out his white beard.
"Hold tight, fill in the soil."
"You haven't breathed your last yet."
"Now, are you going to pay attention to me again?"
"This is different."
"Okay, I'll die, I'll die, I'll die!"
After saying that, Yao Zizhan really He died, and when he left, he took away the last breath of the old Daqian invisibly.
He left simply, cleanly, suddenly, and so logically;
Some people think that he left too late, too late, as he should have done. He hanged himself or set himself on fire on the day when the capital was destroyed, so that he could live up to the name of a literary saint;
Some people think that he left too early, and one more excellent work left by such a literary person is to add another one to future generations. landscape.
Chen Daxia began to fill the soil,
Chen Daxia began to burn paper again,
Yu Huaping took his wife's hand and came over to signal his wife to burn paper together.
The wife was a little confused,
asked: "Is it appropriate? Husband."
Yu Huaping smiled and said: "This paper money was specially reserved for him. Well."
The wife nodded and said, "Is your husband also mourning for him?"
Yu Huaping replied: "I just see that the world will be in turmoil for another ten years. I'm afraid it's time to completely calm down. After the world is settled, according to the usual practice, the world will be dominated by scholars.
Since the big tiger and the two tigers have joined the army, they will not talk about it, but our grandson, What about the great-grandchildren?
After all, they need to study and make progress..
Look,
Since that person is already 'dead', he has not left any more poems. The person in front of me has written countless more poems in the rest of his life, and even if that person is He is not dead yet, and his experience will definitely not be sent to the literary saint. After all, the literary star of future generations is the one we just buried in front of us.
If future generations want to worship him in order for their own children to go to school, they may have to fight to death for that stick of incense.
What happened to you and me, but in the next thousand years, the first incense among the first incense should not be burned quickly for the sake of our children and grandchildren, but it is better to burn it while it is hot. "
When the hero Chen next to him heard this, he quickly moved out of the way, for fear of blocking the position of the master and his wife.
After burning the incense, the sword master looked at Daxia Chen, Said: "Go home? ”
Chen Daxia pointed to his leg, “It’s time to go home and change legs.” "
The Sword Master said: "There is a Zuisheng Tower in Yingcheng. "
Chen Daxia understood and asked: "Where is your home? "
Before the sword master could answer, Chen Daxia immediately realized:
"Next door. ”
The master smiled, the master’s wife also laughed, and the hero also laughed.
Suddenly,
The sword master raised his hand,
< p>A sword energy went straight into the sky,It was not borrowed from the sky, but came from here.
The sword soared thousands of miles and fell far away from the land of Jin. Entering Ying City
At this time,
There was a groom with a scar on his face.
He was new to the building and had a high status. The chef, who was even more temperamental,
urged him to climb over the courtyard wall.
He was about to catch the chicken that was carrying the chickens and grandchildren in the courtyard. An old duck;
That duck absorbed the sword energy of Long Yuan in his early years. Later, he was fed some strange things by the third master, and was even played and teased by the sword maid and the princess of the palace. , although he has not practiced yet, he has become a spirit.
When the groom's hand was about to grab his neck, a sword intention between the tangible and the invisible landed in front of him. .
“Nao Nuo, you’re going the wrong way. ”
Turn around and hurriedly turned back,
Chef Chana was waiting for the ingredients by the roast duck stove,
The Savage King met with Emperor Dayan,
p>
Kowtowed and said:
"Your Majesty has really good vision. That duck has become a spirit. I really can't catch the little dog. I have to trouble Your Majesty to go there and suppress Fang with dragon energy." Can be captured. ”