Qin Shimingyue of Captain Yamamoto

"Surely this is General Zhang of the Empire?" Master Xun said after looking Zhang Han up and down.

"It's Zhang Han." Zhang Han walked up to Master Xun, bowed and said, "I've seen Master Xun and Master Shanliu."

Yamamoto looked up at Zhang Han, and said three words softly: "Good morning."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes again, as if looking at the teacup in front of him.

"Master Shanliu and I still have a few words to say, can I ask General Zhang to accommodate you?" Master Xun said.

"Don't dare, just wait outside the door." Zhang Han bowed, and then walked out of the other courtyard.

"You guys go out too." Master Xun said to Fu Nian and Yan Lu who were still standing there.

"Yes, Uncle Master." Fu Nian and Yan Lu said respectfully, and they also saluted and left.

Therefore, in this courtyard, only Master Xun and Shan Ben sat facing each other, and even Shisan hid in the bedroom at this time, and did not come out to disturb him.

"Do you think you can come back after going to Xianyang?" Master Xun seemed to be more casual than before, asking as if chatting.

"Can Xiaoshengxianzhuang last until I come back?" Yamamoto asked back.

Although the implication is quite ominous for Confucianism, Master Xun was not angry. He sighed and said: "If this continues, it depends on how much patience the First Emperor has with Confucianism." .”

"Perhaps, it might be a good thing to enter Xianyang." Yamamoto said lightly.

"When misfortune comes, blessings lean on it, and when blessings come, misfortune rests on it..." Master Xun stroked his beard and read out a sentence from "Lao Tzu".

Yamamoto didn't answer, just picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

"You...can you dream?" Master Xun lowered his eyes and asked softly.

"sometimes."

"Do you remember the content of the dream?"

Yamamoto was silent for a while, and then said: "It's just an old story."

"That's it..." Master Xun looked up at Yamamoto's young and beautiful face, and said slowly, "It seems that we are all old..."

"Maybe..." Yamamoto looked down at his hands, which were white and tender...youthful.

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Outside the gate of the other courtyard...

After walking out of the courtyard gate and out of Master Xun's sight, Zhang Han let out a soft breath and relaxed slightly.

"General Zhang, are you okay?" Yan Lu who came out together asked gently.

"It made you two laugh, but I didn't expect Master Xun to be so old, but his aura is still so sharp..." Zhang Han recalled the look in Master Xun's eyes just now, and said.

"Uncle Xun has a bit of a temper..." Yan Lu shook his head with a smile, "But I think this time, Uncle Xun seems to be angry..."

"Ahem..." When Yan Lu said this, Fu Nian suddenly coughed a few times.

So, Yan Lu immediately stopped talking, nodded to Zhang Han, and just stood beside Fu Nian, not speaking anymore.

Zhang Han also observed the two of them silently, as if thinking about something.

After less than a cup of tea, the three people standing outside the courtyard finally saw Master Xun walking out of the other courtyard at a leisurely pace.

"Uncle." Fu Nian and Yan Lu hurried up to greet him.

"I'm tired today. If you don't have anything else to do, don't come to me." Master Xun said with a wave of his hand.

"Yes." Fu Nian and Yan Lu Shili replied.

"General Zhang, I have something to ask." Master Xun looked at Zhang Han.

"Don't dare, Master Xun asks." Zhang Han also hurriedly bowed to salute.

"Is it General Zhang who sent my little friend to Xianyang?" Master Xun asked.

Zhang Han hesitated for a moment. According to common sense, he could not disclose this information, but the person who asked this question was the respected Master Xun...

"It seems that General Zhang is in trouble. The old man is busy." Master Xun nodded slightly at Zhang Han, turned and walked away.

"Master Xun, please go." Zhang Han saluted deeply, then straightened up and watched Master Xun leave, with a slight flash of light in his eyes - although he didn't answer Master Xun's question just now, his hesitant attitude has been revealed A lot of information.

If Zhang Han escorted Yamamoto to Xianyang or stayed in Sanghai, then this question is not a secret at all, because most people would think so.

But now Zhang Han is hesitant about this question, so it means that Zhang Han will go to other places to perform tasks in the future.

However, although Master Xun's words tested Zhang Han's actions, it may not be a good thing for Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

A very simple question: Master Xun's probing words, is it his own intention, or the meaning of Xiao Shengxian Zhuang?If it means Little Shengxian Zhuang, then what is Little Shengxian Zhuang going to do?

Chapter 387 Chapter 293

Of course, on the surface, Zhang Han didn't show any vigilance towards Little Shengxian Zhuang. He walked into the other courtyard as if he didn't hear what Master Xun said.

In the other courtyard, Ah Shisan had already carried the luggage on his back.

Zhang Han glanced at Yamamoto. At this time, Yamamoto was still sitting in the original position. His slender body was kneeling on the cushion. His posture was straight, making his waist look like a willow. His white and slender hands were pressed on his knees, his face The veil on the ceiling flutters gently with the breeze under the eaves, and the eyes are slightly closed, like a peaceful picture scroll, which makes people unbearable to disturb.

However, Zhang Han still needed to break this peaceful picture. He stepped forward a few steps, walked to a place not far from Yamamoto, bowed and saluted: "Master Shanliu."

"Let's go." Without warning, Yamamoto suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes, and in a blink of an eye, he was already standing on the ground with a wooden sword in his hand.

At this time, Ah Shisan also stood behind Yamamoto with his burden on his back.

"The convoy is right outside the door, Master Shanliu, please," Zhang Han said.

Yamamoto nodded and took a step forward, and Ah Shisan followed behind her.

Zhang Han did not follow, he knew that before leaving, the two Confucianists had to say goodbye to them, so he stood where he was, deliberately lagging behind, watching Yamamoto and Ah Shisan walk out of the gate of the other courtyard.

Looking at the indifferent but slender figure of Yamamoto, Zhang Han's eyes darkened slightly. Now he doesn't know whether it was right or wrong for His Majesty the First Emperor to recruit this Master Shanliu into Xianyang?

As the leader of the Shadow Secret Guards, he naturally knows that the current imperial court is no longer the court that can unanimously smash the six kingdoms into powder. The reason has become a maelstrom of various forces wrestling. Fusu, Zhao Gao, Li Si, the Meng family and the Wang family may all have their own positions.

And recruiting this master Shanliu into Xianyang may turn into a drastic change that no one can control.

Zhang Han touched his chin and thought to himself: I hope His Majesty the First Emperor is right...

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At this time outside the door, Fu Nian and Yan Lu were accompanying Shan Ben and A Shisan to the door, and on the way, they met Zhang Liang and Nan Jia.

Zhang Liang still looked so refined and unrestrained, he walked up to Shan Ben and made a big gift: "Master Shanliu..."

Seeing this etiquette, Fu Nian and Yan Lu's expressions changed slightly. They are both people with profound Confucian knowledge, so they recognized that this etiquette is not an ordinary etiquette, but an etiquette of apologizing.

"..." However, Yamamoto didn't understand the allusions of Confucianism, so he didn't know the deep meaning of Zhang Liang's understanding. He just watched Zhang Liang complete the ceremony indifferently.

On the other side, Ah Shisan was bidding farewell to Nanjia. Although she was reluctant to part with her, she still clasped her fists and said, "Nanjia, see you by fate."

"Sister Shan..." Nanjia felt that she wanted to say a lot, but she couldn't, so she could only say slowly and heavily, "...You guys, you must take care."

This time, Nanjia did not use the Confucian farewell etiquette. In front of the three masters, she used the same fist-cup etiquette as Ah Shisan.

Normally, Fu Nian, who has always been strict with his disciples, would definitely preach, but this time, Fu Nian just took a look and didn't make any statement.

And Yan Lu looked at Fu Nian who was expressionless, with a smile on his face.

"Master Shanliu, don't you have anything to say to me?" Zhang Liang straightened up after finishing his salute, looked at Yamamoto, and said with a smile, "After all, I don't know when the next meeting will be."

Yamamoto thought for a while, and then said lightly: "You are very smart, but this smartness may not bring you what you want,"

These words made the expression on Zhang Liang's face tighten for a moment, making people a little scared, but soon, Zhang Liang regained his smile: "Master Shanliu's words are still so thought-provoking."

"You don't need to give it away anymore." Yamamoto said lightly, and then walked towards the gate of Xiaoshengxian Village, and Shisan who had bid farewell to Nanjia also quickly followed.

Zhang Han, who was deliberately left behind, also followed. He saluted the Confucian crowd and said goodbye, and then walked behind Shan Ben and Shisan.

When they walked to the gate, Yamamoto and Shisan saw that all the Confucian disciples who were supposed to be in the morning class at this time were standing neatly on both sides of the gate, standing solemnly. There was no noise at all.

When Yamamoto, Ah Shisan and Zhang Han approached, all the Confucian disciples held their hands in salute, and when everyone moved their toga sleeves, there was a sound like thunder.

Yamamoto stopped and looked at them. He had seen most of the faces among them—although Yamamoto stayed in the other courtyard most of the time, but every once in a while, he would go to Xiaoshenzhuang to hang out Among them, he naturally met many Confucian disciples. He even attended the lectures of Fu Nian, Yan Lu and Zhang Liang, and even demonstrated in bow and fencing classes.

Perhaps for these Confucian disciples, there is such a person in Xiaoshengxianzhuang, which has become a part of their lives.

When everyone was holding the salute, followed by a Confucian disciple who looked a little older, everyone began to chant softly:

"Swallows and swallows are flying, but they are not as good as their feathers. The son returns home, and the son is sent away to the wild..."

Everyone's voice is actually not loud, but when everyone's voices gather together, there is an inexplicable sense of power.

At the same time, Fu Nian, Yan Lu, Zhang Liang, and Nan Jia were also standing not far away, looking in the direction of the door.

When he heard those disciples start to chant, Zhang Liang showed a strange but unexpected look on his face. He looked at his two senior brothers, and from the expressions on their faces, it seemed that he had already known the plans of those disciples. .

"Did the two senior brothers choose this "Yan Yan"?" Zhang Liang asked curiously.

What those Confucian disciples are singing now is exactly one of the "National Wind·Bei Feng" in the "Book of Songs", called "Yanyan".

"No, they chose it after their own discussion." Yan Lu shook his head slightly and said.

"The two senior brothers agreed?" Zhang Liang felt even more strange.

"Sometimes, it's time for these disciples to make up their minds." Fu Nian said lightly.

"So that's the case, Zifang understands." Zhang Liang thought for a while and smiled.

It's no wonder that Zhang Liang felt strange. The allusion in the poem "Yan Yan" is quite special.

Since it happened in the past, it is naturally impossible for the current situation to completely match the story in the allusion. It is just borrowing the emotion and artistic conception in it to express my reluctance.

But one thing is certain, both Fu Nian and Yan Lu agreed with the disciples' ideas, which means that Confucianism has accepted Shanliu as half of our own.

For Confucianism, this is already a gamble of choice.

As Yamamoto, Ah Shisan, and Zhang Han stepped out of the door, the poem "Yan Yan" was coming to an end, and everyone sang: "...the end is warm and kind, and you should be careful..."

Zhang Liang finally couldn't help laughing out here - the so-called "be gentle and kind at all times, be cautious about her body" is to describe a woman who is gentle and obedient, cautious and kind...

Chapter 388 Chapter 294 The Last Sword

Stepping out of the gate of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, at this time, behind Yamamoto and Shisan, the chanting of "Yanyan" has also come to an end:

"...The thought of the first king, Yixu widow..."

The Confucian disciple's voice gradually stopped, and the feeling of sudden silence seemed to make the atmosphere of parting more sad.

Among these Confucian disciples, of course there are those who feel sad because Yamamoto and Asan left, but there are also some who feel similar to the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox.

Although neither the empire nor the three masters of Xiaoshengxianzhuang have mentioned the empire's attitude towards Confucianism, but many of these Confucian disciples are really well-educated people. We are in a critical period. If we can get through this critical period, the sea and the sky will be brighter. If we can't get through it safely, then... the ending is not easy to say.

Although the poem was finished, the Confucian disciples hadn't finished speaking. Under the guidance of an older Confucian disciple, everyone saluted neatly and said, "Take care...!"

At this time, Yamamoto who was walking towards the carriage suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the Confucian disciples who were saluting with eyes like black jade.

When Zhang Han saw Yamamoto's actions, his eyelids twitched: If this person suddenly changes his mind...it will be troublesome...

However, Yamamoto did not do what Zhang Han thought. He suddenly held the wooden sword in his hand, looked at these Confucian disciples lightly, and said in a small but clear voice: "This is The last sword that I will teach you... watch it."

When he was in Xiaoshenxian Village, Sutra Yamamoto appeared several times as an assistant teaching swordsmanship class. Although there were not many people who took the swordsmanship class taught by Yamamoto himself, Master Yamaliu's amazing swordsmanship is amazing in Xiaoshenxianzhuang. well known.

At this time, when they heard that Yamamoto was going to teach him another sword, everyone's eyes were on Yamamoto.

Hearing what Yamamoto said, Zhang Han suddenly felt very bad. He looked at Yamamoto, who was fluttering in white, and sure enough, the slender hand was holding the wooden sword, and the tip of the sword was already pointing at him.

Seeing that Yamamoto seemed to be going against their chief officer, the ordinary Qin soldiers were still a little at a loss, but the secret shadow guards had stood between Yamamoto and Zhang Han without hesitation.

"..." Zhang Han didn't speak, but looked at Yamamoto sharply. He knew that both Fusu and His Majesty the First Emperor valued Master Shanliu, but this time Master Shanliu wanted to use him... As a general , This is simply a slap in the face.

While Zhang Han's cold eyes were fixed on Shan itself, Shan Ben didn't seem to see the eyes of Zhang Han and those shadow secret guards at all, he tilted his head, and the breeze seemed to gently blow his veil, revealing a Beautiful face: "Looking good..."

At that moment, everyone saw that the figure had arrived in front of Zhang Han with light movements and a few flashes, and the wooden sword wiped lightly along Zhang Han's neck, and then , the figure already standing behind Zhang Han turned around, and another sword arrived at Zhang Han's back.

Yamamoto's movements seemed very strange, obviously it should be extremely fast pace and speed, but everyone seemed to be able to clearly remember the scene just now in their minds.

Among all the people, Zhang Han, who was a demonstration case of Yamamoto, was the most touched. He clearly saw Yamamoto's movements and could even recall the trajectory of every change of Yamamoto's steps, but he just couldn't escape the sword.

The long sword on the back and the short sword on the waist have been held by Zhang Han, and they seem to be in the most suitable position to attack. However, when the sword is actually drawn towards his neck, it seems like a stream of water , bypassing Zhang Han's double swords at a wonderful angle, and flowing gently across his neck.

That's right, it's the feeling of flow. The sword that was wiped across the neck just now didn't seem to bring Zhang Han the kind of coldness and murderousness during the battle. On the contrary, it was like a cool stream flowing, and there was an inexplicable comfort a feeling of.

But both reason and intuition told Zhang Han that if the opponent used that sword lightly, he would be dead by now.