Confucianism in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 51 The end of the song is scattered
The mountain seemed to be split in half from the middle, forming two canyons intersecting in different directions, and there were many strange rocks on the mountain, which were very steep.

In the most conspicuous and precipitous place, there is a flat and smooth stone platform with a radius of five feet.

There was a person on the stone platform, who looked about 40 to [-] years old, and had an extraordinary bearing. This person was Lu Yijian.

"Mr. Huangshi, it's easy for me to find."

The person who came was dressed in black, with loose long hair and an iron mask on his face, making it impossible to see his true face.

Behind him are six swordsmen, these six may not be well-known, but few people do not know the swords in their hands-Xiao, Yao, Zhuanpo, Miehun, Zhengang, and Chaoshen.

"It's so far away that I'm a guest, so I don't know what your Excellency is talking about?" Lu Yijian asked in a soft tone.

"I'm here for one person."

"Since he came here for others, but he came uninvited, I am afraid that he is not a friend but an enemy."

"Whether it's an enemy or a friend, it depends on the choice of the gentleman. I just want to ask the gentleman for a favor."

"I'm afraid I can't help you with your affairs."

"Mr. Huangshi is going to refuse?" He said sternly, without any emotion.

"Besides you, there are other people coming today. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, so please come back." Lu Yijian said.

The iron-masked man said: "Since it has come, how can it be unsatisfactory.

"But I'm a bit curious about who it might be."

"Although the person has come, it's a pity that he is not the person I want to wait for." Lu Yijian replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared on the stone platform, one was dressed in red like fire, the other was dressed like water, a man and a woman came hand in hand.

"People from the Yin Yang family..." said sternly.

This is a very proud person, with fiery red clothes, especially his hands, which are as bright red as if soaked in a pool of blood.

"My lord Donghuang is here to invite you."

"If he invites me, shouldn't he come in person?"

"In this way, Your Excellency is unwilling to attend the invitation of Lord Donghuang." The red clothed said humanely, but concealed some murderous intentions.

"So I have to force it."

The man in red flipped his palms, and the blood-colored true seal, like the fire of Jiuyou, condensed in his palm instantly, turning into a blood-red handprint and grabbing Lu Yijian.

Yin and Yang combined handprints, the man in the iron mask saw the number of martial arts of the man in red, and the yin and yang family's qi control skills should not be underestimated.

Lu Yijian frowned slightly, and slapped his right palm, his aura of righteousness blocked the bloody handprints like the dawn wind and the crescent moon.

In another moment, he was already behind the man in red.

Changing shape and shadow, the man in red was startled in his heart, the hand formula changed again, the blood on his palms became more bloody, and he slammed towards him.

With a flick of Lu Yijian's left palm, the little finger tapped lightly on the Taiyuan acupoint on his right wrist. The man in red suddenly felt his hand pulse stagnate, and he couldn't exert any strength.

Lu Yijian pulled back his strength again, and captured the man in red in an instant. His blood-colored palms were already useless by this capture.

It all happened too fast, and it ended too fast.

"I didn't like fighting at first, but now that I can't be kind, I can't avoid it. I can only fight, so let's end it here."

Lu Yijian was calm and calm, as if he was only talking about the good weather today, or something that had nothing to do with him.

He frightened everyone with his attack earlier, but no one acted rashly at this time.

"In this way, today is ten deaths and no life." The iron face said.

The man in the iron mask looked at the members of the Yin Yang family, no matter what, someone must fall first.

.........

In the early autumn of this year, Duanmu Jingde, the head teacher of Sanghai's little sage Zhuang, "Mr. Ming Dao", traveled a long way to pay a visit to Lord Xinling of Wei Guo.

"This is the second time I have met Mr. Xinling. The last time we met was in September, and now we meet again, but it just coincides with the meeting." Duanmu Jingde said with a smile to Mr. Xinling of Wei Guo.

Lord Xinling said: "Mr. Ming Dao is a great Confucian in the world, and I have admired him for a long time. It is really my luck to meet him once."

The two exchanged only a few brief greetings, but they felt like old friends reminiscing about the old days.

"Back when Qin State attacked Zhao, the situation of the war was becoming more and more dangerous. In times of crisis, the support of heroes from all sides was needed. It was Lord Xinling who joined together heroes to fight against Qin and saved the Zhao family from subjugation. He is indeed a man of unparalleled benevolence and righteousness."

The first battle of HD, on the surface, seemed to be just the ebb and flow and confrontation between the forces of Qin and Zhao, but it was actually a decisive battle between the main combatants and the peacemakers of the six countries.

The Qin State is tyrannical, the six countries are weak, the country is great, and it is entrusted to others, and the ruler is greedy for wealth and honor, and only wants to steal it for a while.

Therefore, it is admirable and admirable for Lord Xinling to fight against the strong Qin.

The two talked about something else, at this moment a boy in Tsing Yi stepped into the main room, bowed and said: "Fu Nian has met Lord Xinling."

Lord Xinling said: "Mr. Mingdao came here for you, but you are the one who is in charge here."

With a serious expression on his face, Fu Nian stepped forward and bowed, and said, "Your junior has seen Mr. Ming Dao."

Duanmu Jingde nodded slightly, looked at the boy in front of him, he said: "Xun Xun is like you, you are like you, you are like you, you are like you, why?"

Fu Nian replied straightly: "The reason why people are noble is because they are polite and trustworthy."

"The propriety is governed by the way of heaven; the believer is governed by man." Duanmu Jingde stroked his beard and sighed. .

"I have a relationship with you, and I am here today to bring you back to the teacher's school. Are you willing to be my disciple?"

"Disciple pays homage to Master." Fu Nian saluted again.

"Since you are my disciple, I will give you a permanent taboo, and I will take the characters in your name as my son's name." Duanmu Jingde said.

"Thank you, Master, for giving me the name." Fu Nian kowtowed in thanks.

"This is entrusted by someone, and he wants me to deliver it to you."

Duanmu Jingde handed the long sword in his hand to Fu Nian, and said: "He wants me to tell you that those who learn from others live, and those who imitate others die, your way will eventually require you to come out, not stuck in things, not trapped in your mind, All things are false, only oneself is real.”

This sword is unremarkable, four feet five inches long and two inches wide, the scabbard is simple and unpretentious, it is just an ordinary weapon.

There is a layer of gilt light on the sword body, but it is born naturally after years of immersion in the sword, revealing a sense of vicissitudes.

Fu Nian recognized this sword, it was originally the sword of his adoptive father.

Fu Nian took the sword, and his hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling, the frightening cold light seemed to pierce the void.

"A sword is like a person, and a person is a sword..." Duanmu Jingde said, and Fu Nian woke up from the shock at the other party's words.

Fu Nian restrained his mind and held the sword in his arms. For the swordsman, the sword is his own body.

"Humanity is not alone, nor is the way of heaven. Although you are determined to be Tao, remember your original intention and don't get lost." Duanmu Jingde said.

"Disciple, keep in mind Master's teaching." Fu Nian said.

"The sound of autumn is getting better, the birds are chirping, and the lying insects are chirping. It's a good time."

After Duanmu Jingde finished speaking, he just flicked the sleeves of his robe, but when the sleeves were lifted, it was like a light wind and rain, moistening things silently, a subtle and mighty force swept away, but he didn't know what was startled away.

Outside the court, the autumn vegetation, the branches and leaves are falling, and the golden sky is scattered all over the sky.

Duanmu Jingde left, and Zhang Er was ordered to send something.

"You bid farewell to me that day, and today is just the right time to give you something in the future." Lord Xinling said.

This is a scroll, made of silk brocade, no doubt it should be a silk book.

"I consider myself quite accomplished in the art of war. These ten volumes of war books are written by myself, and they are also the work of my life's intensive research. I will present them to you today, and I will not let me pass on the art of war to you."

Fu Nian's heart was moved, and he solemnly took the silk book, saying: "Your gift is so generous, Nian's body has nothing to gain, and now there is nothing to repay."

"You come to my school to learn the art of war, and Yu Li counts it as my student. It is only natural for you to teach the teacher. How can there be any reward?" Lord Xinling said.

"If you talk about gifts, you are not without it. Although I have written a book, I haven't named it yet. I should ask you to give a name to the book of war."

Fu Nian heard the words, pondered for a while, and said: "Mr. Xinling is the son of Wei Guo, and the book of war is written by the son of Wei Guo. It is better to call it "Wei Gongzi Art of War."

Lord Xinling smiled gratifiedly when he heard the words, and said, "Good, then it will be just like the name you inscribed."

There is no better thing in the world than friends, and there is no better thing to talk about, and life is fun knowing each other.

.........

The sound of the willow flute is blown by the evening wind, the wine is still not dry at sunset, the long song is over, the sword is cold, and a lonely song fills the sky, leaving only a lonely and boundless place, drinking alone without joy.

"Sending you thousands of miles away, you have to say goodbye at the end, read it, take care." Lord Xinling picked up the wine cup, and swallowed it on his neck in a single stroke.

"Take care!" Fu Nian gulped it down.

"Takako take care!" Ren Huai and Zhang Er also said goodbye to him.

Duanmu Jingde has already stepped forward and waited for him.

The lonely figure of the young boy in Tsing Yi gradually drifted away, and after many years, perhaps there would be no time to see each other again.

The long piano is clanging, the strings are curling, and it is quiet and profound. Although it is the sorrow of parting, there is no sadness in the sound of the piano, but a smoothness that penetrates the heart.

As soon as the sound of the piano started, the sound of Xiao followed closely and matched it. The song was long and leisurely, and there was no melancholy, only open-minded and carefree.

Let's play a song from Guangling, the only way is that Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, and everyone in the world does not know the king.

　The first volume is finally finished
　　
　
(End of this chapter)