The Legend of Shushan Xuanjian

Chapter 275

Open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light, the sun is cold.

The eaves have not dripped plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness is not waiting for leisure.

——"Snow in the Mountains" Zheng Xie

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Power is an aphrodisiac.

Yang Guozhong has been extremely busy these few days, but he is not tired, on the contrary, his face is red and full of energy.

Every day after court, the Yang Mansion is full of people.There was an endless stream of people visiting and giving gifts, blocking up the entire street.I had to ask the Yamen servants of Jingzhao Mansion to come forward to help evacuate the traffic.

After dismissing the servants, Yang Guozhong's wife Pei Rou and son Yang Xuan laughed from ear to ear looking at the antique jade wares piled up in the hall.

Yang Guozhong was playing with a piece of jade, and he was very proud: "Now my Yang family is as rich as a country and has power over the world. Who else dares to challenge me? If the imperial concubine can give birth to a dragon son for your majesty, it will be perfect. Forever."

Pei Rou rolled her eyes and said, "I heard that Taoist Priest Bichen has profound spells, can I ask him to think of a way?"

Yang Guozhong whispered: "Ma'am, don't mention this. I don't know which god offended Taoist Master Bichen. He was slaughtered in Qujiang two days ago, and his body was dismembered. His disciples died and escaped." If you run away, the entire sect will be wiped out."

Pei Rou covered her mouth in shock: "Won't His Majesty be furious?"

Yang Guozhong said: "Who says it's not? I heard from Mrs. Guo that Your Majesty Long Yan was so angry that he smashed his beloved mutton fat jade bottle. Originally, I, Jing Zhaoyin, was ordered to track down the murderer. Fortunately, Madam Intercede for me, and hand over this errand to the Six Doors. Otherwise, how can I take over this hot potato. How can a mortal like me be able to capture the great god who can kill Bichen Taoist sect!"

Pei Rou pondered for a moment, and said, "Six doors, please catch God out of the mountain! As long as Fang Shuliu is willing to help, what clues can't be found?"

Yang Guozhong waved his hand and said, "I don't know what happened. Fang Shuliu and Li Linfu had a falling out, and His Majesty got sidetracked. In a rage, Fang Shuliu retired from his old age and returned home again, traveling around the world."

The two were whispering, Yin Sanniang took Yang Yichan into the inner courtyard.

Pei Rou and Yang Xuan greeted them and left gracefully.

Yin Sanniang looked at the presents in the room and said with a smile, "If Li Linfu knew, he would probably die of anger."

Yang Guozhong said with a smile: "This old man has been a prime minister for 20 years. I don't know how much he has been greedy. I am still far behind."

After finishing speaking, he took out a string of necklaces from the gift box, handed it to Yang Yichan, and said, "Chan'er, this is the Dadongzhu that the Wa Kingdom paid tribute to, take it with you."

Yang Yichan saw this string of pearls, they were the same size, as thick as a thumb, and as warm as jade, knowing that this was a rare treasure, she hurriedly saluted and thanked her stepfather.

Yin Sanniang smiled, and said: "You father, don't spoil your children with money. You have to take care of my daughter's marriage."

Yang Guozhong laughed, and said: "Of course. When did I neglect the tasks assigned by Madam? I discussed with the empress the day before to find a suitable time to blow with His Majesty. Try to let His Majesty bestow a marriage, let the cicadas wind up The scenery is just married in the past. The big marriage of our daughter of the Yang family is no less than that of the prince and princess."

Yin Sanniang nodded in satisfaction, exchanged a glance with Yang Yichan, and said with a smile, "How about it, are you satisfied now?"

Yang Yichan was ashamed and joyous.

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Bai Fu moved out the ancient books from the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion, wiped them clean, and put them in the sun to prevent silverfish.Comparing with these ancient books, compile the order of the bamboo slips.

"Book of Changes", "The Analects of Confucius", "Mencius", "Laozi", "Zhuangzi", "Suwen", "Lingshu", etc., these great works have been explained many times by the gentlemen of Hongwenguan.The gentlemen quoted classics and classics, and there are countless treasures.I have read many of them myself.But it is also the first time in my life to proofread and recite word by word from beginning to end.

"If you are rich and honored, do what you are rich; if you are poor and humble, do what you do when you are poor and humble", "Don't blame the sky at the top, and don't favor others at the bottom", "If you can't do what you want, ask yourself instead"...

Compared with Bai Fu who went through ups and downs when he was studying in Qingcheng, he has a deeper understanding of these familiar sentences.

Bai Fu rubbed these files, wondering what kind of fate and life these great sages and sages had in their own era.

During the process of proofreading, Bai Fu covered the scroll and sighed from time to time, full of emotions. It is estimated that the lives of these great sages and sages were not very smooth, otherwise how would they have the time and energy to complete these magnificent masterpieces?Under what kind of emotions of grief and indignation did they splash ink to achieve this hard work.

Thinking of this, Bai Fu felt sorry for himself, as if he had found a confidant.It turns out that they, like me, are all degenerates in the world!No matter what, since there is no interest in life, it is better to read these tomes, which is probably the longest companionship.

Having figured this out, Bai Fu no longer drank his sorrows and abandoned himself.Reading became his only pleasure.After cleaning the library every day, he curled up in a sunny place with a scroll in his hand.The body is lazy, but the heart of learning is sincere.

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Missing is like water, bit by bit.Grass frost and leaf dew, mountain springs and forest streams converge into a river.The water of the big river flows continuously.On the banks of the Danshui River, Yi Ren has passed away, and the pain of betrayal is like a flood from a breached embankment, which is more difficult to channel than the water of the Yellow River.When sorrow cannot be dispatched, the whole stomach is like poison, and the colic is unbearable.

At the most painful time, Bai Fu often couldn't sleep at night, reflected on the noose, and felt like a knife was piercing his heart.When no one told him, only the writings of these great sages accompanied him through sleepless nights.

Some of these books are about astronomy and geography, some are about philosophy of life, and some are about pathology and medicine. Whenever he immerses himself in the books, his emotions are slowly controlled, and his grief can be temporarily left.

At this moment, Bai Fu finally understood the reason why Master Qingxuan and Master Xu told him not to confine himself to martial arts, but to read a lot of books-life is often unsatisfactory, and there are some things that no matter how good martial arts are, there is nothing they can do.

Strange to say, these writings have little to do with martial arts secret books, but the words on the scrolls seem to be able to guide Bai Fu's inner breath.From the point of view of martial arts, its principles and methods are exactly the same as those of inner strength and mentality, both advocating the unity of man and nature.The human body is a small universe, and the inner breath operates according to the changes of the sun, the moon and the stars, and the changing of the seasons, which has incredible mysteries.

Although some works are simple and obscure, Bai Fu can't fully understand the true meaning of them, but when the messy thoughts are raging in his heart, these words will suddenly jump into his mind, calm the mind, restrain the mind, control the horse, and guide the inner breath regular circulation in the body.

At this time, he no longer tried to control this emotional power, but let the flood of emotions swim through the eight meridians of the whole body under the guidance of chapters such as "Plain Questions" and "Lingshu", just like a flood being channeled into a natural river.

Just like the Yellow River impacts the river, the river becomes wider and wider.Every time the emotional flood washes over the river, his meridian expands and expands.Some profound passages that could not be broken through no matter how hard you tried before, were easily broken open, from the curved bone along the Shenque, Juque, Tanzhong, and Xuanji all the way up, running through the entire Rendu Second Vein.After running for [-] weeks, this flood of emotions subsides slowly, flows into the dantian, and then divides into trickles and disperses into the veins of the whole body.Just like the water of the Yellow River enters the river channel, it is divided into countless streams and poured into the farmland.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright.The warm winter sun shines into the eyes through the window lattice, which is refreshing.Bai Fu pushed open the window, and a vivid world appeared before his eyes.

Bai Fu clearly saw the branch of wintersweet on the wall slowly and rhythmically blooming its stamens.He could hear the subtle sound of the icy slag melting on the eaves, and feel the lightness and softness of a snowflake falling into the courtyard...

After playing Kan Ding Qi Yuan, Bai Fu once again felt the subtle changes of heaven, earth and seasons, and had a new understanding of fate.

Sadness and joy are both a practice.

Bai Fu raised his head to the sky and screamed, tears welling up in his eyes...

(End of this chapter)