It is night, the Qinhuai River is brightly lit, there are boat and boat painting shops wandering on it, literati are reciting poems and composing poems, beautiful women with slim waists are singing and dancing, there are crowds of people on both sides of the river, there are countless lotus lanterns of all kinds, it is so noisy
"Golden Jade" Outside, it was ruined."
Lu Xuanlou stood on a high-rise building. Although he had no intention of participating in this grand event, he still felt emotional.
"In a time of great strife, human lives are like ants; in times of peace and prosperity, human lives are like ants. This is the case in the Wei Dynasty, the Eastern Wilderness, and the world of Kyushu." Wei Zhongming said.
"Then you and I are ants too," Lu Xuanlou said with a smile.
"The humble minister may be an ant, but His Highness is born a nobleman. Naturally, he is not an ant, but the bright moon and the scorching sun." Wei Zhongming said respectfully.
"You guy, you are getting better and better at flattering me." Lu Xuanlou said with a laugh.
"This is what a humble minister can do. Just listen to His Highness if you like." Wei Zhongming was not ashamed, but proud.
"The weak eat the strong, the strong are respected, and natural selection. I also understand these principles, but I just can't stand some things."
Lu Xuanlou shook his head and said, "The world is prosperous. , the people suffer; when the world falls, the people suffer. This world is really a ghost."
When the world rises and falls, the people suffer; when the world rises and falls, the family cannot decline.
Wei Zhongming did not speak. Although he took refuge in Lu Xuanlou and promised to deal with the Wei family for Lu Xuanlou, he still belonged to the family after understanding the affairs of Song County.
If the people are not suffering, then the family will suffer. Since we are in the family, we naturally don’t want to be like this.
Lu Xuanlou, as the prince of the Wei Dynasty, can naturally give advice on the rise and fall of the world, and Wei Zhongming cannot make rash comments.
"Okay, I want to go around alone, you don't need to follow me."
Lu Xuanlou said, "If you are inseparable from me, the Wei family should be suspicious. "
Wei Zhongming left in response. The Wei family probably wished that he and Lu Xuanlou would never leave each other, and then told them all about Lu Xuanlou's whereabouts and thoughts so that they could prepare for a rainy day.
This is just Lu Xuanlou's excuse. Wei Zhongming can naturally hear it. Since Lu Xuanlou does not want to continue talking to him, he will naturally not ask for trouble and make Lu Xuanlou disgusted.
After Wei Zhongming left, Lu Xuanlou leaned against the railing and looked at Qin Huai from ten miles away in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about.
After a long time, Lu Xuanlou stood up and walked down the tall building, blended into the crowd, and came to the Qinhuai River. He held several jars of fine wine in his hands, turning a blind eye to the luxurious buildings, boats and exquisite painting workshops, looking for a page. The small boat was punted by an old fisherman and sailed down the Qinhuai River.
Lying in the cabin, Lu Xuanlou closed his eyes and fell asleep, not looking at the scenery on both sides of the river, not seeing the lotus lanterns in the river, and his ears were filled with the music of silk and bamboo and the sound of singing girls.
"Today is the Goddess' Day. The Qinhuai River is very lively and the scenery is far better than usual. I don't want you to join in the fun."
Lu Xuan Tower is quiet and quiet, which is incompatible with the liveliness of the Qinhuai River, causing He caught the boatman's attention and couldn't help but ask.
Lu Xuanlou opened his eyes and stood up, his eyes fell on the old fisherman. The raincoat was already torn, revealing coarse linen clothes, which was incompatible with the grand occasion of Qinhuai.
It was just that the old fisherman had an aura of leisurely coming out of the dust, a smell of being hidden in the city, which made Lu Xuanlou curious and couldn't help but start a conversation with him.
"Shang girls don't know how to hate the country's subjugation, but they still sing about the flowers in the backyard across the river. What's so interesting about this?" Lu Xuanlou said with a smile.
"Young Master's accent doesn't sound like a local," the old fisherman asked with a smile.
"Daliang Lu Xiaoqi."
Lu Xuanlou did not give his real name, but continued, "I heard about the grand occasion of Qinghuai, so I came all the way to Song County. I feel that the grand occasion of Qinhuai is boring."
"Why don't you like to join in the fun? That's what happened."
I heard that Lu Xuanlou is from Daliang. The fisherman seemed to have no intention of continuing the conversation with Lu Xuanlou and concentrated on rowing the boat.
"I have several jars of fine wine here. Drinking alone is always boring."
Lu Xuanlou invited, "If you don't mind it, how about we sit down and have a chat?"
"I think the young master is an extraordinary person. How dare I drink with him?" the old fisherman said with a smile.
"After ten years of cultivation, we can cross the same boat. Meeting by chance is fate. Old man, please take a seat."
Lu Xuanlou placed the wine on the small table. The old man hesitated for a moment and then happily Take a seat, hold up the wine jar, drink heavily, and spit out a sip of pleasure.
“Thanks to you, I haven’t drunk this kind of wine for a long time.”
The old fisherman seemed happy and spoke louder.
Not to be outdone, Lu Xuanlou also held up a wine jar and drank heavily, and then the two of them gathered their resources and started fighting, with no one admitting defeat.
"There are so many old people"
"The younger generation is scary"
An old man and a young man hit it off, Lu Xuanlou talked about his ridiculous things, and the old fisherman said something Jiang Shangxiao Sanchi unknowingly talked about the affairs of Song County. The two shared the same hatred and cursed the Wei family.
"The people of Wei are really unruly"
"The people of Wei are wise, but the way is not in Song County"
When Lu Xuanlou asked, the old fisherman answered, and both The people looked at each other speechlessly, and the cabin suddenly became quiet.
"It's rare to be happy today, so why do you want to do something so disappointing?"
After a long time, Lu Xuanlou broke the silence. After drinking as a punishment, he pointed at the old man's hands and asked "I think the old man's hands are calloused, and he looks like a martial artist."
"When I was young, I learned to practice swordsmanship, and I also traveled in the world. Before I could make a name for myself, I came to the Qinghuai River to live a boating life." The fisherman shook his head and smiled.
“Fame, fame, wealth, and wealth will not be brought to you in life or death, and it is useless to ask for them.”
Lu Xuanlou smiled and said, “Whether it’s practicing swordsmanship or punting a boat, it’s useless. It’s life, it’s all free and good.”
“You can’t gain power by practicing swordsmanship, and you can’t get money by sailing boats. You can’t achieve anything. How can you be carefree and comfortable?”
Old man. The fisherman lamented, then pointed to the tiger sword on Lu Xuanlou's waist and asked, "Young Master is a martial artist."
"I am a martial artist from You Xuan. One day, I will grasp that immortality."
Lu Xuan Lou proudly made a sound, slapped the tiger knife on the table, and put down his arrogance.
The old fisherman pulled out the tiger knife without hesitation and saw the rhyme flowing on it. The cold light could not be looked into, showing its sharp edge.
“Good knife”
The old fisherman praised it out loud, then put the knife into its sheath and returned the tiger knife to Lu Xuanlou.
"I have a tiger in my heart, and I smell the rose carefully. The name of the sword is Tiger Sword, my killing weapon." "Where are you repairing the murder knife?" asked the old fisherman.
"Swords kill, knives kill, words kill, pen and ink also kill, they are all weapons, they are all killing weapons. No matter what sword, you can call a gentleman." Lu Xuan was passionate and generous.
"Good Lord," the old fisherman nodded in agreement.
"I think the old man has some strength, how about you come with me to explore the world?"
This old fisherman has a similar spirit with Lu Xuanlou. Although their origins are unknown, heroes must cherish each other, Lu Xuanlou. Xuanlou put it behind him.
"I was sailing on the Qinhuai River to spend my days, and I was also waiting for someone."
The old fisherman shook his head and said, "If I follow the young master and wander around the rivers and lakes, I will not be able to wait for anyone." "It's inappropriate."
"Waiting, people are always like this, they are used to waiting."
Lu Xuanlou said, "We are always waiting, waiting for tomorrow, waiting for the future, waiting for the next time. Waiting for another chance, but what will happen in the end? Waiting and waiting, waiting until the end, only regrets, only regrets, but nothing meaningful."
The old fisherman heard this. Silent, he carefully savored Lu Xuanlou's words, his expression changed unpredictably, and he finally seemed to have figured something out. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body became energetic.
"If you can't wait, maybe you can find it." The old fisherman said quietly.
"That's exactly the truth." Lu Xuan nodded in agreement.
"I have lived in vain for a hundred years, but I am not as clear as the master and can be taught."
The old fisherman stood up and saluted, and said with a smile, "I have a fate with the master, this page of a lonely boat It has been with me for twenty years and is my favorite thing. Today I will give this thing to the young master."
"I'm going to look for him and say goodbye."
Old fisherman Mai. Stepping forward, stepping into the void is like walking on flat ground. One step spans thousands of miles, but in the blink of an eye, it disappears without a trace.
Walking through the air is a method only available to the three disaster giants.
Lu Xuanlou broke into a cold sweat. His drunkenness dissipated in an instant. He was completely sober. He secretly guessed the identity of the old man. A person with such a level of cultivation would be either the Three Generals of the Wei Dynasty or the Seventh Marquis. Song Liancheng, the swordsman of the Eastern Wasteland.
"Am I dancing on the tip of a knife?"
Lu Xuanlou murmured, "Drinking will ruin things, and drinking will also ruin your wisdom." Please remember to save it, the latest and fastest website without anti-theft Free reading