Chang'an: Qinglian Sword Song

Chapter 28

In the workshop, everything has returned to silence.

Xun Qing was propped up against the wall, his nose was already bruised and his face was swollen, and the blood on his forehead was slowly dripping down, which reflected the embarrassment of his face.

And on the surrounding ground, those thugs from the Qingshan Club were already rolling and whining like Wang Anliu.

Not only because of Xun Qing alone and the mechanism beasts in the workshop, but even before he could react, there was a surge of enthusiasm in the workshop!
Those disciples and young people who endured suffering for a long time could no longer restrain their anger at this moment.

He rushed up with Xun Qing.

A chaotic battle, not beautiful at all, and nothing to praise, like a person who is about to drown in the quagmire struggles at the end, grabbing the leg of the saboteur, dragging them together, avenging the revenge of the past.

But in the lobby, the women and children were already terrified, not just the panic-stricken old man. At this moment, there was a faint sound of crying.

Can't hide the fear.

"Brother Qing, are you alright?" a disciple asked nervously.

"It's ok."

Xun Qing shook his head, panting in dizziness: "I, I'm fine..."

Panting, he kicked the bastard on the ground: "Speak up, Wang Anliu, weren't you very proud just now?"

Wang Anliu's expression twitched, that face couldn't stop the convulsions, he stepped back with difficulty, and cursed ferociously: "You can kill me, Xun Qing, but don't forget, you have to pay the price!"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Xun Qing shook his head, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "You are not worthy."

"But I will!"

Wang Anliu squirmed and shouted sharply: "If you offend the Qingshan Society, you will all die! You will all die!"

Xun Qing ignored him again.

Just be silent.

In the silence, he heard the cries of children and women, and seeing those terrified expressions, he couldn't help laughing.

"see it?"

Facing those people whose eyes were dodging, he asked suspiciously: "For such people, is it useful to kneel and kowtow? Can it make your life better? Is it enough just to be patient?"

No one responded.

But in the dead silence, Xun Qing's eyes widened and he roared hoarsely: "You guys, don't you have dignity!"

The unwilling roar was so high-pitched that it echoed in the silence like thunder.

Xun Qing stepped forward, glaring at those dodging eyes, those lucky faces, "If you want to keep your home and live with dignity in Chang'an City, is it enough to cry and beg for mercy!"

"Lu Gong just fell asleep, have you panicked like wild dogs? Can you win the future by shedding tears and begging for mercy, relying on the pity of others?!"

Are you talking about them, or your past self?

Even Xun Qing didn't know.

However, such unwillingness and grief burned like a flame in his chest.

He roared, "Why can't you trust yourself once, trust me once!"

"—Why would you rather drown to death than fight with your back!"

"But what else can we do?" The woman hugged the crying child, her eyes were already red: "Grand Lu has already had an accident, what can we grassroots people who don't even have a household registration..."

"Then let me do it!"

Xun Qing raised his head and replied: "Even if Duke Lu can't continue, there will still be me! Everyone just supports me. Support me with all your strength, just like supporting Duke Lu!"

The man gasped and solemnly promised:

"If you want to rebuild your homeland, there is no better way than this, can't you gamble again!"

Instead of waiting to die like a dog day by day, why can't we get back what we lost?Or, do you have anything to lose again! "

"Damn it, done it!"

The middle-aged man who was smoking a cigarette in a muffled voice couldn't stand it any longer. He slapped the table with red eyes and stood up: "That's it!"

"Yes, that's right!"

"Death is death, frankness!"

More and more voices sounded, more and more unwilling and painful moans and roars.The pain and sorrow that had accumulated since 14 years ago were ignited like coals of fire, shining light in those confused eyes.

In the end, everyone's eyes were on the boss.

An old lady who silently recited Buddha's name.

Mrs. Zhu was also looking at Xun Qing, as if she was meeting this child whom she had taken care of for the first time. After a long time, she sighed softly: "Ah Qing, you should know that this is not an easy task."

"It's going to die," she said.

"I know, what Lu Gong is doing, and what Lu Gong has suffered, I know everything." Xun Qing replied solemnly: "I know that I am young and unreliable, but I will never take a step back! Even if I am smashed to pieces!"

"Then do it."

Mrs. Zhu sighed dejectedly: "I am an old bone, there is nothing I can do for you, but if there is something that can make me save face, just say it... Also, Mr. Ji, after thinking about it for so long, I should Say something."

Beside her, the drowsy old man who seemed to be dozing off the whole time watched all this in silence for a long time, then nodded slowly: "I agree."

"Money is not a problem." He crossed the jade ring in his hand and made a promise: "Futong has been operating for so many years, and I still have some savings."

Mrs. Zhu asked again: "Where is Mr. Wang?"

"Then what else is there to say?"

The old scholar who had educated countless people stroked his white beard: "Young people have the drive of young people, and what they work hard for is also the result of young people. For old men like us, as long as you don't be a stumbling block... good Do it, Ah Qing, I support you."

Following in the hall, the elders expressed their opinions one by one.

At this moment, all the representatives of the survivors of Anlefang looked at the astonished Xun Qing.

From now on, he is the leader of everyone after Lu Daoxuan.

"Say something, Ah Qing." Someone reminded in a low voice.

"Say, what are you talking about?" Xun Qing still couldn't believe it.

"You can say whatever you want." Mrs. Zhu said, "Tell me what you want."

"Then... thank you, thank you everyone."

Xun Qing swallowed nervously, but when he looked around those eyes full of expectation and trust, an invisible courage emerged from his heart.

Not from myself, but from everyone's support.

It made him puff out his chest.

I finally understood what to say at this moment.

He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and clenched it tightly.

"rebuild home!"

Then, there was a thunderous response, and the excited shouts of countless people emerged from the silence, all night long!

In the distance, the stagnant fireworks rose again.

Light up the sky.

Under the same fireworks, the highest point of Qujiangfang.

The figure behind the curtain quietly overlooks the distant scenery.

"Although watching too many fireworks is a bit boring, compared with the scenes you are used to seeing in the palace, it is quite interesting to see different scenery occasionally."

Her tone changed, and she looked at Shangguan at the bottom of the steps, "However, why do you seem dissatisfied, Wan'er?"

The Shangguan was slightly stunned, then smiled wryly, and saluted and reported: "The Queen of Heaven's eyes are like torches, I just have some regrets."

"Regret? After all, there is a shortage of manpower. If there are seven parts, everything will be accomplished. Striving for perfection will waste your mind. You don't have to be too harsh."

"No, I'm just..." She thought for a while, then shook her head: "I thought I could use this to introduce a friend to Tianhou, but now it seems that, as proud as he is, I'm afraid he is unwilling to show his face in public."

"Can't even see me?"

The person behind the curtain laughed and didn't take it seriously: "It's just that there are unknown people on the left and right, it doesn't matter if you don't see them...you don't have to regret it, just talk to me.

I'd like to see how much progress you've made these days. "

"Yes."

Shangguan nodded.

In the distance, the young man holding the pipa seemed to have never heard of it. He lowered his head and played it attentively.

Dare not have the slightest slack.

But gradually, the crisp sound of the pipa could no longer suppress the hustle and bustle from below, and the people behind the curtain frowned slightly.

"Don't play it, stop it."

Li Xiang gave up and stood up to plead guilty.

"Don't worry, he can play pretty well at such a young age, he's a good boy."

The woman behind the curtain came out, rubbed his hair, and looked down: "What's wrong down here? Didn't it look fine just now?"

Shangguan's expression changed, but when he listened carefully, he became more and more puzzled by the gradually spreading hustle and bustle without the sound of weapons.

"I'm going to investigate now..."

"No, let's take a look together."

The woman dressed as a scribe beside her walked down the steps first: "When we have a cup of tea up here, maybe some good poems will appear in the venue below. It would be nice to appreciate it."

"Yes."

Shangguan nodded and followed behind her step by step.

But the further you go down, the louder the hustle and bustle among the gorgeous lanterns. Everyone's expressions are extremely complicated. They are arguing loudly with other people with the signs in their hands. Some people say that they are in a hurry. His face was red and his ears were red, and he couldn't hold back his voice.

The literati and poets who were gentle and elegant in the past, now have no elegance at all.

got into an argument.

Shangguan raised his hand and called the steward, "What's going on?"

"This... I have never seen such a spectacular sight in so many years." The steward looked complicated and stepped aside: "Please take a look."

At this moment, under the countless lanterns, all the poem inscriptions have been taken off!

Instead, there were picture scrolls that were quickly framed and hung up. The randomly swaying pen, ink and handwriting, like countless stars, filled everyone's sight!
When a gust of wind blows, the bustling 'Galaxy River' dances slightly, making everyone's poetry dissipate and they can't breathe.

"This is……"

Shangguan's footsteps froze, unbelievable.

"In the time of a cup of tea, all the poems under the lanterns have been finished." The corners of the steward's eyes twitched, and there were bruises on his face, almost suspecting that he was in a dream.

"Could it be that there are some people who are just playing tricks?" said the woman behind Shangguan, "Such a contemptuous person should be kicked out."

"No, it's not!"

The steward raised his voice, ignoring the Shangguan's warning gaze, and said solemnly to the distinguished guest: "I guarantee with my wealth and life, every song is a wonderful work!"

"And...and..."

He swallowed, and said hoarsely, "It's all done by one person!"

One person, with the effort of a cup of tea, wrote all the topics of the Lantern Poetry Festival in front of everyone!No one present dared to challenge that little-known character who came alone!
During the long silence, the slender eyes of the honored guest raised slightly, as if in amazement.

She raised her head and looked at the lantern on the river and mountain beside her.

The poems hanging under the lanterns.

Just one glance, and I can't take my eyes off it.

"The Yellow River comes west to conquer Kunlun, and roars thousands of miles to touch the dragon's gate. The waves are overwhelming, and Yao Zi sighs..." She murmured softly, as if she could feel the torrent and the peaks thousands of miles away, and she couldn't help being fascinated.

The topic of [Mountains and Rivers] has been completely written by this poem!

"Everyone, come and see this song. It's about hunting. Why can't it be the best tonight?" Someone shouted excitedly in the distance: "The prefect Yao Qingwei, take a leisurely ride to play with the evening light. The river and sand are hunting horses, and the mountains are surrounded by fire. Walking around... thousands of people and thousands of rides, vividly on paper, how can it be insufficient?"

"Fart fart! It stinks!"

The critics were furious, holding the scroll of poems with lanterns beside them: "Which one is as free and easy as this sentence 'I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go, and the Ming Dynasty intends to hold the qin'!"

"Ha, in terms of courage, how can this sentence 'the gate of heaven breaks and the Chu River opens'?!"

"Farewell to drunk for a few days, and climbed all over the pool. When will Shimen Road, there will be a golden bottle again... It is true, when the floating one is white, the wine comes and the wine comes!"

There are more volumes of poems fluttering in the wind, proudly showing the existence of this courage and talent to the world!
"Wu Dao cuts and sews dance clothes with a knife, bright makeup and beautiful clothes capture the brilliance of spring", this is the theme of spring.

'Liu Ma's new white jade saddle, the moonlight is cold on the battlefield after the battle.The sound of the iron drum at the top of the city is still shaking, and the golden knife and blood in the box are still wet. This is the problem of getting out of the fortress!

Tiangong Shuixi Temple, Yunjin shines on Dongguo.The clear turbulence sings back to the creek, and the green water circles the Feige Pavilion... Floating clouds wander about, and the setting sun is old.Wave your hand and go, Xiao Xiao and the horses are singing... The mountains follow the plains, the rivers flow into the wild... The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of ​​clouds... Someone's jade flute is flying darkly, and the spring breeze fills Luocheng...

Countless poems are like stars, brilliantly reflecting their own light.

When the stars rise, all the afterglow of the fire cannot be revealed.Even at this moment, the dazzling lanterns and the fireworks in the distance have turned into a foil.

The time of a cup of tea, one person, 91 wonderful poems!
The leader has been determined!

The moment the white-clothed boy stepped into the venue, there could be no other results.

When this night is over, the stars of the past will be lost in darkness.

But there will be a mighty scorching sun hanging above the sky.

No one can ignore this dazzling brilliance.

And no one can forget that name.

Inscribed under every psalm!

——An Lefang, Li Bai!
But at this moment, everyone is full of curiosity and doubts, arguing with each other, asking, talking and listening to all the information related to it.

Where is Anlefang?

Who is Li Bai?

Where is he? !
Shangguan raised his head and looked up at the bright light in front of him. After a long time, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the steward: "Where is Brother Taibai?"

"The guest said that he was tired and went to rest."

The steward raised his hand and pointed to the dimly lit place, on the pavilion beside the Qushui, leaning on the porch pillar to enjoy the evening breeze blowing his back.

There was also the honored guest standing outside the door at some unknown time.

In this quietness that is different from the hustle and bustle, the honored guest sighed softly: "I don't want to be able to 'drink' for a while, so I know the talent in the world."

"Which is what?"

Li Bai laughed, leaning against the porch pillar, too lazy to turn his head: "Except for the wine, those are not the best poems, they are just a foil."

"Oh?"

The distinguished guest didn't care about his arrogance, but laughed instead: "Young people are arrogant and arrogant, always thinking that the world is just like this... Today's Lantern Poetry Festival, your 91 poems are nothing special, and no one can match them. If it is a good poem, how can it be called a good poem?"

"It's very simple, you will know when you take a detour when you go home."

Looking at the night scene of Chang'an in the distance, Li Bai raised his finger and drew a slight arc.

He said, "My poems are right there."

Under the bright moon, the light of distant fireworks rose again.

Holding the jug in his hand, he sniffed the warm scent of osmanthus, and was satisfied: "That is really a masterpiece from ancient times to the present..."

Under the same bright moon.

The bloody and tragic scene on the long street has been washed away.

But under the reflection of the bright moon, there are countless sword marks criss-crossing from the street, like invisible large brushes falling from the clouds, leaving deep scratches on the iron stone.

The flowing clouds and flowing water have written poems that are more permanent than iron and stone!
Proudly and presumptuously announcing his existence to the world.

When that simple and low-key mechanism carriage stopped on the long street, what I witnessed was this poem written on the long street with the sword as a book.

"Indeed, it is a poem of passion and heroism."

The honored guest in the carriage sighed softly, and suddenly laughed: "I don't think there is such a person in Chang'an, I said before that he is an unknown person, after all, I underestimated the people of the world.

With such a strong character, it is not an exaggeration to call him an exile in this world. "

The cleaners of Honglu Temple stood tremblingly under the carriage, mustered up their courage: "I, I will clean it up now..."

"No, just keep it like this."

The honored guest in the car ordered calmly: "Although the loss is reckless, the flaws do not conceal the advantages, and let the ordinary people and the white-headed generation in the world also see this integrity and chivalry together."

Just like that, the carriage drove away slowly.

Under the bright moonlight, only the heroic poem is left, reflecting with the stars.

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

Hello……

——This is, "Xia Ke Xing"!
(End of this chapter)