Thunderbolt of the End of the World

This is an era of wars. Since the death of Emperor Zhou, the feudal feudal lords have been constantly fighting. For hundreds of years, from the five hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period to the present seven heroes of the Warring States period, Qin, Chu, Qi, Yan, Zhao, Wei, Han, plus Some small country forces, various schools of thought, conflicting ideas, ambitions and desires, lead to frequent wars.

Songhai, Confucianism, is a rare pure land in the land of the Central Plains and Shenzhou.

Clouds and mountains are surrounded by fog, and the breeze helps the pine trees.

The ninth son of South Korea, Han Fei, sat on the ground, modestly and politely, like a good student, and whispered softly: "Teacher, I had a dream last night."

"Oh, what kind of dream?" Confucian Xunzi sat on the ground and said calmly.

Han Fei seemed to have something on his mind and a hint of loneliness, and replied: "When I woke up, I had forgotten the content of the dream, but found that the tears on the pillow were still dry."

With white hair and beard, Xunzi squinted and asked, "Is it a sad dream?"

"Maybe!" Han Fei said thoughtfully: "I don't know if it was tears of sadness or joy from understanding."

The breeze is coming, and the pine leaves are flying.

When Xunzi heard this, he held the long beard in his hand and encouraged him, "You have another layer of experience, not bad!"

Xun Zi was very optimistic about his proud disciple, but it was a pity that the other party had a special status, otherwise he would be the best choice to take over the Confucian school.

Han Fei knelt down in front of Xun Zi and said, "Furthermore, I find that I seem to have been having such a dream repeatedly recently."

Xunzi said lightly: "If you have forgotten the content of the dream, why do you think it is a recurring dream?"

"because……"

Han Fei thought for a while: "There is always a song in my dreams that haunts my heart."

"What kind of song?"

"Indescribably beautiful, there seems to be sad, distant, and at times familiar."

"How do you feel?"

"When I heard this song, it seemed that my heart became clear and I thought about a lot of things."

Xun Zi opened his eyes and looked at Han Fei: "So, you are here to say goodbye."

Han Fei said with a trace of reluctance and firmness: "I feel a call, maybe it's time for me to set off!"

"it is good!"

Seeing that Han Fei's intention to leave has been decided, Xun Zi did not retain it. Han Fei's identity is destined to be involved in the whirlpool of disputes in the world.

Han Fei bowed to Xun Zigong and said, "The teacher's gift of teaching and dispelling doubts will be remembered by the disciples for the rest of their lives."

Courteous and polite.

　Xunzi nodded: "Go!"

Han Fei got up to say goodbye, walked down the mountain, and then came to Huxin Pavilion to say goodbye to his younger brother Li Si. They were both disciples of Xunzi. After years of getting along, they established a deep foundation... uh... friendship.

"Senior brother, you are going back to Korea!"

Li Si was very thoughtful, and he had already seen Han Fei's departure and gave him a willow branch.

Weicheng is raining and dusty in the morning, and the guest house is green and willow is new;

In this nocturne, when I hear the willows broken, who can't afford the love of the hometown.

"Liu" and "stay" are related in homonyms, and it's just a reluctance to retain the parting person.

At the same time, willow has the function of dispelling evil and evil spirits. The ancients had a deep-rooted mentality of "traveling and encountering evil", and the transportation was inconvenient in ancient times.

When people who travel far away say goodbye to relatives and friends and go to unfamiliar places, they will bring the mascot, wicker, which is a symbol of farewell presented by relatives and friends.

Han Fei took the willow branch with a smile, a little melancholy: "Yeah, it's time to go back!"

Li Si looked at Han Fei and said regretfully (bdbf): "South Korea is the weakest among the Seven Kingdoms. With the talent of senior brother, it is really a pity."

"No way!" Han Fei smiled helplessly: "That is my country and my home."

Li Si and Han Fei turned around together and looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance: "It may not be a lucky thing to be born in the family of an emperor!"

"Maybe! What about you, do you have any plans?" Han Fei turned to look at Li Sidao.

Li Si said modestly, "Senior brother is ten times as talented as me, so I can pick the weakest one. I'm going to try my luck under the most powerful roof in the Seven Kingdoms."

Han Fei's eyes flashed when he heard the words: "You are going to Qin State."

Li Si nodded: "Senior brother laughed, Li Si is more realistic."

"Dream sounds beautiful, but it's very fragile. It's better to be realistic." Han Fei sighed in his heart. He didn't understand this truth, but his identity was destined for him to take this path, because he had him in South Korea. There was nothing left, so he had no choice.

Saying that, Han Fei threw a piece of stone to Li Si, Li Si took a look and remembered the days when he was carefree when he was young with Han Fei, and smiled: "Only by relying on Qin, can I dare to compare with my senior brother. Up and down."

The two stone flakes caused a ripple in the water.

Han Fei knew that we were parting today, and when we met, I was afraid it would be difficult to trust him, but he said freely, "So, next time we meet, we will be rivals!"

"I hope I won't let Senior Brother down again."

Hearing this, Han Fei said seriously: "Then it's good to say, you can't be merciful just because you are worried about your fellow students!"

Li Si bowed to Han Fei and said with certainty, "Absolutely not, brother, don't worry."

Han Fei waved his hand, put the willow branch on his shoulder casually, turned smartly, strode across the long corridor, and set foot on the journey back to South Korea.