The voice fell, but there was no answer. The young man Prince walked forward cautiously. The room was quite quiet and clean. There was only a bed, a table, a piano, and a bookshelf. There were many scattered papers. The character is young girl. He is about sixteen or seventeen years old. He wears silk, has clear eyebrows, big and soft eyes, and especially black pupils. He is picking up a piece of chess and looking at the end game. He has been quiet for a long time and still cannot make a move.
His voice was clear but not cold, and he just said:
"I came back a little late."
"Did you meet those two Daoists from Refining Yang Temple?"
The young man Prince smiled and said, "Yes, sister, you are really good at predicting things."
"It's just like what you said, sister!"
"Those two also saw the changes in the city, so they went to sprinkle realgar water everywhere in the city. It's just that it's very powerful. He didn't use realgar water today, but brought some medicine to dispel the cold and strengthen the qi to help the people. Speaking of which, I really didn't expect that there are other people in Zhongzhou who have the same judgment as you, sister."
"That young Daoist is also interesting."
"We had a lot of fun chatting for a while, but now it's too late."
Young girl always had a calm expression on his face and simply replied:
"It's a good thing."
The young man watched her play chess. He had also learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child, and he recognized that this was a famous story about the trapped dragon. From this chess game, he could tell that she was still worried about their current situation, so he hesitated for a long time and said:
"Sister, why... my father has passed away from illness, and we finally got out of Capital City. We should have bided our time and did nothing, but now my sister is running a porridge shed, contacting the city officials, and asking them to sprinkle realgar water."
"I know that sister, you are doing this because you are seeking [virtuous fame], so that you can gain [people's support] and the approval of the Qing Party."
"But what's the use now?"
"It will only make my second uncle determined to kill us."
Qiong Yu considered the chess game and asked, "Do you think you got Human Heart in order to seek fame?"
Youngster Prince said, "Isn't it?"
Young girl didn't answer. After the move, the chess game finally moved from [Trapped Dragon] to [Slaying the Dragon], so he sighed, stood up and said, "Put away the chess game." The young man Prince sat on his knees honestly, then stretched out his hand to clean up the chess game, put away the black chess and white chess, and put them back into the chess basket.
Qiong Yu coughed several times and seemed to be in particularly bad health. He sat next to the heater and answered the question from the young man Prince:
"Of course it's not because of your reputation."
"It's just to save people."
"You are making the problem complicated."
The young man Prince was stunned. "Ah?"
Qiong Yu said, "As you said, if we go too far, we may attract Uncle Second's murderous intent; but if we don't do it, the people will suffer a lot of disasters and suffer from cold winter this time. We are just taking some risks, but these people are really at risk of getting sick or even dying."
"Now that you have seen this and have the opportunity to change everything, why not do it?"
"The Immortal Dao cherishes life, the same is true for humanity."
"At the end of the day, everything is not upright. Even if there is a chance to take off in the future, I will only look out for myself."
Young girl looked at his younger brother, and when he saw him, he seemed to be unwilling to Qi Ingestion, and he wanted to say something like "a rich man cannot sit down in the hall", but he asked calmly, and said:
"Besides, do you think that if we behave better, my second uncle will let us go?"
So the young man Prince lost his temper.
Young girl stretched out his hand to get the hairpin and fiddled with the animal-headed incense burner next to him. His wrists were as white as frost and snow, and his fingers were especially slender.
For a moment, there were only faint sounds in the room.
The young man Prince was quiet for a while, a little Qi Ingestion said, "These are the words."
"Did that Master say it again when you were talking to that Master Qi in the dream?"
Young girl replied, "Not only listen, but also see and think."
"He told me, and I saw what he did, and I'm thinking about it too."
"Then I believed what he said."
"The ancients said Partial listening leads to darkness, and you will understand if you listen to it, but it is actually wrong."
"If you don't see everything with your own eyes and experience it for yourself, you won't understand it anyway."
The young man Prince puffed up his chest and said confidently, "Then Partial listening leads to darkness, can I not study?"
Qiong Yu replied succinctly, "No."
The young man Prince slumped down and held his chin in a daze for a long time. He really didn't want to read a book. Compared with reading, it was really a wonderful enjoyment to think about it in a daze. Finally, he suddenly asked a question that had been squeezed in his heart for a long time and said, "So, sister, do you want to find that Master Qi? Is it because he is a great talent, so you want to be your subordinate?"
Qiong Yu put down the hairpin in his hand.
He picked up a pen on the table and hit the young man's forehead with a crisp sound. Then he put down the pen and said:
"Wrong again."
"A great tool is free from failure."
"All the great talents in the world are proud. It is a great blessing to be friends with them."
"Who can control them? Don't think so."
Her voice was a little stern. When she saw her brother agreeing, she nodded, paused, and replied:
"I looked for him just because I had just woken up from the dream at that time. He was the only thing I could remember clearly. It was really a nightmare-like experience... It took me a few days to figure out what a dream is and what a dream is. Is it true? Did I see Mountain God Qiong Yu in a dream, or did Mountain God Qiong Yu dream of himself when he was still a boy before he died?"
"While I was still in a daze, I was faced with the death of my father and my younger brother falling into the lake."
"Originally, I was poisoned next."
"I had no choice but to try."
The boy Prince fell silent.
It was a really difficult time.
Because my sister foresaw it in advance, my brother was saved from falling into the lake and dying.
After that, under the orders of his sister, they spent more than half a year and escaped from the imperial city with the help of the Cui Family. Over the past year, he watched his sister gradually change from a laughing and playful character to a quiet and restrained appearance. Most of the time, she just stared at the fallen leaves outside the window calmly.
When leaving Capital City, she sighed, pointed at the ordinary mountain, and said, "I really want to go to Dingyan Peak again."
"Playing the piano, I watched the fallen leaves flying into the flowing water."
"It's a pity that I can't do it anymore."
At that time, he was not able to understand his sister's mood, but now he seems to be able to understand it a little better.
Qiong Yu said, "As for me looking for Master Qi, it's just because most of the dreams are blurry, but things related to him are particularly clear."
"If you can find it, you will know that the dream is not a dream."
"A small dream within a dream, a big dream in life."
"When a person walks through the world, he is like walking in a big dream, it just happens suddenly."
The young man Prince was confused and asked curiously, "Then why aren't you looking for me again?"
"Do you know that he is just a dream?"
"No, I just know what he is doing, so I know that searching for his hometown will definitely not find him."
"That's why I stopped."
Qiong Yu replied:
"It seems that because of the past, he has always wanted to figure out some things in his dreams, and he also wants to do a lot of things for the people. He has always had a clear mind throughout his life. If he doesn't get married, he will not be disturbed by wealthy families and aristocratic families. As he said, only those who have no father, no mother, no wife, no children, can boldly do something."
"When you are an official in Capital City, and you are dragged into their rules by a wealthy family, then you should simply give up your noble status, go out to be an official, and do practical things for the people of the place."
"The road to civil service is checked and balanced."
"Then become a military attache and conquer the demon kingdom."
"The gentleman who was sent down went to teach. When he had nothing to do, he was locked up and wrote books and biographies."
The rich and noble young man Prince held his chin, looked at his sister, and talked about the young man in the dream from her perspective.
From these words, it seems that I really saw such a straight-backed young man walking step by step in the world of mortals.
Watch him grow from a young scholar to a young official, then become a general and prime minister, and finally grow old.
Suddenly he sighed and asked, "Speaking of which, sister, Master Qi in your mouth, has he accomplished what he wanted to do?"
Qiong Yu shook his head:
"No, it seems that due to the limitation of that dream, he was unable to figure out what he wanted to know."
The young man Prince was surprised and asked, "What about your wish to do something for the people?"
"Never."
"In the end, he was 'set up' by his fame and could no longer do anything. He became a decoration for singing and dancing in the court."
Prince wondered, "The one who stopped him is..."
His voice paused, and he suddenly understood.
The only person standing in front of him can be the emperor.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally just said, "He can't avoid this road."
"Master Qi It's a pity."
"So, does sister think he has given up?"
"It's good to be free now."
The young man Prince saw his sister looking at him with regretful and pitiful eyes, like she was looking at an idiot, and said:
"Wrong again."
Her sleeves were hanging down, and in her tone she trusted her friend as much as she trusted herself, saying:
"Give up?"
"No, he has never given up along the way. If a Beijing official cannot do something, he will go to other places. If a civilian official cannot do something, he will become a military attaché. If an official cannot do something, he will resign to do it."
"With his character, when he found that he couldn't do what he wanted to do by becoming an official."
"There will only be another way."
"If he is as I expected, he will have already embarked on the path of spiritual practice."
"He will investigate what he wants to know and save those people who are worth saving."
"In this case, the years are long and the road is difficult. Neither he nor I will give up easily. As long as we don't die, we will meet again on the road one day, so why bother looking for it now?"
The light of the incense burner was slightly reflected in young girl's eyes, and she suddenly asked, "Well, so, I'm here to test you. What can you know from Master's experience? What can you gain? And the purpose of saving people this time? If Master Qi also remembers what happened in the dream, write an article."
"Let me see your progress."
Young Prince's expression slowly froze.
Huh??!
Young girl lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Go and read a book."
"An hour."
"Ah?"
"Two hours."
"Ah, good, good!"
So the young man Prince left honestly. Qiong Yu did not use the incense chopsticks nearby, and casually pulled out a hairpin on his hairpin, and gently poked the wooden hairpin in his hand like snow. The frost and ashes unconsciously poked many small holes in the ashes of the fine charcoal, reaching the place where the fine charcoal was buried. The little open flame that was about to be extinguished suddenly came to life again, and warmth flowed out.
One end of the wooden hairpin was burnt and turned red, emitting a woody fragrance.
Young girl suddenly smiled.
When she stood up, she turned around and her skirt swayed like a lotus flower blooming and falling.
She only held the wooden hairpin and wrote words with the burnt red end.
Done in one go--
"Your heart is like iron, Mending the sky's cracks."
Young girl smiled slightly, looked at his brushwork, then threw down the wooden hairpin, and his black hair fell down like a waterfall.
Regardless of the slight traces of charcoal stained on the white sleeve robe, he just calmly said:
"Qi WuHuo."
"As it is."
After Qi WuHuo's peacock eggs hatched, they ate and drank enough and fell asleep directly.
Young Daoist put it in the secret pocket inside the sleeve robe and walked for a day, but he still didn't wake up. Young Daoist Mingxin brought some meat porridge to his master, old Daoist The scholar first thanked young Daoist with a smile, touched young Daoist's head, then pointed at the wet Daoist robe stained by rain and dirty water, pulled out an old bamboo pole, and said, "Young Daoist's buttocks are itchy?"
"Do you know that my bamboo sticks are strong?"
"Do you want to try my 'Stir-fried Shredded Pork with Bamboo Strips' using butt meat?"
Young Daoist was not far away, and the gentleman old Daoist just took a bamboo stick and touched young Daoist Mingxin's palm a few times, neither light nor heavy, and then pulled young Daoist and told him what to do and how to do it. It's okay if the clothes are dirty, but what to do if he catches a cold? A rather nagging voice.
Qi WuHuo thought of his past experiences.
Parents, sir, Teacher.
In the distance is the warning voice of old Daoist.
Young Daoist in the Sutra Building was staring at the nearly full moon in a daze, thinking that his parents had scolded him before, and that he would also tread water when he was a child. Usually his father would be sullen, while his mother would persuade him. She was still very angry before, but when his father pretended to hit him, her mother suddenly became anxious and started to get angry at her father, but when she became anxious, she would often say -
Please be gentle and don't hurt the child.
Oh, get out of the way, clumsy, get out of the way, I'll fight.
Thinking of his mother's anxious and angry look at that time, the young man suddenly burst into laughter.
Then the smile stopped, slowly disappeared, and he was in a daze.
Listen to the chatter in the distance.
I don't know why I feel a little uncomfortable.
Actually only a little bit, really only a little bit.
Lying down on the table.
Bury yourself in your arms and stay quiet.
Ah, the moonlight is so beautiful... It's time for the full moon,
It's time for a reunion.
Qi WuHuo thought.
It's also the time of the Ming Zhen Dao Alliance...
Father, mother, sir...
Suddenly there was movement, and something gently rubbed young Daoist's palm, making it feel furry and warm.
Qi WuHuo came back to his senses, saw Little Peacock, and finally woke up.