Xun Yuantuo, who has lived in the mansion for a long time, also knows this place. As early as when he was a child, he heard his father Xun Ji say the word "Guangyueling" when he was visiting guests. He seemed to be extremely regretful in his words, but later he deliberately lowered his voice. He could only vaguely hear the word "Dengsheng", and then the words "Dengsheng". Listening later, my father's voice became even lower, and I could no longer detect a single hidden word.
So from then on, Young Master Xun often looked for the word Guangyue in classics and books. For more than ten years, he found very little. He only knew that there was an inscription at the foot of the mountain saying that a prince dismounted his horse, and nothing else.
Therefore, with just a look from the gentleman, Xun Yuantuo stopped the carriage and horses, found a tree stump everywhere, took off the carriage lasso, tied the horses, and then asked the gentleman to get off.
"I came here to express my condolences more than ten years ago. I didn't expect that more than ten years later, this place would be even more desolate and dilapidated. It is really a pity that it was originally a geomantic treasure." Zhou Kefa put his hands behind his back and sighed slowly.
I saw a large ridge like a dragon lying here, but there was no greenery on the rugged ridge, and there was no scene of lush water grass and running water as described in the classics. There were only a few skinny old sheep wandering at the foot of the mountain. , besides which there is no living thing.
"It's like a fairyland, an otherworldly land with lush clouds and falling clouds. How could it be so desolate like this?" Xun Yuantuo also sighed. He even forgot to put down the thatch on hand and was almost bitten by a horse. palm.
Zhou Kefa found a low slope with some moss, stepped on it, put up a pergola and looked towards the mountains.
"As far as I know, there were countless people who didn't know the hidden truth back then. Among them, the most convincing one was the theory of lifeblood." Xun Yuantuo finally avoided the moss piled under his feet and stood tremblingly behind his teacher. , was quite curious after hearing this, and couldn't help but ask: "Is it unfair that the lifeblood of a country is tied to a mere Guangyue Ridge? The decline of this country is related to many complicated reasons. How can the fate of the country be attributed to just one ridge? Feng Shui, let alone the decline of Guo Zuo, should have nothing to do with Guangyue Ridge."
"How can a country fall apart? How can it be explained clearly in just a few words? I don't believe it even as a teacher, but I can only be sure of one thing. The Feng Shui here must have some connection with Daqi. When it comes to lifeline, that is the case. That lifeline It is said that before the disintegration of Da Qi, the Hongmeng clouds above Guangyue Ridge had quietly dispersed by two points, and since then, Da Qi's national destiny has slowly declined."
At this point, Zhou Kefa bent down and picked up a grass seed and sighed, "No matter whether this is true or not, there is indeed something to be said for it. The fate of a country is an illusory talk, but whether a country is destroyed or not, often depends on it. It is from these inconspicuous places that the thunder gradually rises. Look at the grass seed in my hand. Although the whole body is full and intact, only the sprouting part is damaged. Even if it is only slightly damaged, even if the water source is abundant, the grass will flourish. The territory still doesn’t help.”
"As time goes by, I feel that the person who mentioned the lifeline at the beginning did have a lot of good things in mind. If Yun Qi is really compared to Guo Zuo, then this person must be a talented person who can help the country and stabilize the country. It's a pity. One person's efforts to save a building from falling are often only written in a storybook." Stepping on the low slope, the view is excellent, and because this Guangyue Ridge is located, there are no tall and giant trees, so the view becomes wider and wider.
Xun Yuantuo's chest felt desolate for no reason.
Thousands of palaces and palaces are all turned into dirt, and the great rivers are desolate and silent, with only the lonely wind blowing into my sleeves and making a sound.
"The Emperor of Da Qi established the country with military force, and then made up for his lack of literary talent. He can truly be called a wise and wise emperor. However, he still could not escape the fate of destroying the country. This was probably because of the disobedience of his ministers."
After Mr. Zhou said this, he put the grass seed in his pocket and said to his disciple, "Does Yuan Tuo have the intention to become an official? You must know that with your knowledge of literature and ink and your status in the Xun family, you can Maybe it's not a problem to get a good prime minister from the court. After all, the most talked about thing about us, the emperor, is to promote literature and emphasize books." The gentleman smiled, turned around and smiled softly at Xun Yuantuo, it was like a spring breeze. generally.
Mr. Xun never expected that he would suddenly ask such a question. He thought for a long time and then said, "The student would like to go to the court to explore the way, but regardless of his strength and knowledge, he has not yet reached the stage of perfection." , if you don’t know the chess skills all the way, how can you compete with the people in the court, and you won’t go if you don’t want to go.” After saying this, Mr. He has never been an official, so he is just a student."
Zhou Kefa laughed dumbly.
In the final analysis, whether you want to become an official or not depends on whether your disciple has the ability to withstand the winds coming from all directions in the court. At that time, no matter what happens, there will always be people with the same lineage who will pass on their knowledge to the next generation.
Ten years after leaving the dust, it feels like a world away.
The two of them moved forward slowly, and soon reached the mountainside. Only then did the two of them realize that from a distance the mountains looked like an old dragon dying and in extreme decline, but from a closer look they looked even more dilapidated and lifeless.
Except for the strange Wushan rocks, there are only countless nests of old birds in the mountains. Many old birds are circling and rising in the sky above Guangyue Ridge. Their sounds are extremely sad and penetrating. There is a bare ditch at the foot of the mountain. There is only accumulation of silt in it, and there is no water flow. Occasionally, There was an elk looking at the mountains in the distance. Seeing that the scene was still desolate, they shook their heads and walked away, as if they didn't want to stay here for a moment longer. In the whole long ridge, only the black magpie sings lonely and long.
There was someone at the foot of the mountain, who looked like a shepherd. Those old sheep that looked like candles in the wind seemed to have been herded by this man. But in this barren place with no grass roots, herding sheep could produce great results.
The man saw the two men coming forward and took off his raincoat. His words seemed a little unfamiliar, but he still said, "This land is desolate, and you two are so elegant."
Zhou Kefa smiled and said, "This was not the case in the past, but I am relieved that my brother can shepherd sheep here." After that, he walked straight to an old sheep with sparse hair and gently placed a five-color handkerchief on the sheep's back. Only then did Xun Yuantuo, who was behind the husband, see clearly. It turned out that there was a oozing wound the size of a palm on the old sheep's back. The blood was mottled and soon dyed the master's handkerchief into red satin.
The strange thing is that the five-color veil that the gentleman took out has been used in sacrifices throughout the ages.
This is disrespectful.
However, from the beginning to the end, the man just watched from the sidelines without showing any gratitude. He just said to Zhou Kefa blankly, "The country has been completely lost. Whether or not this word should be retained is a matter of choice, and there is no need to follow the rules." All you have to do is go into the mountains."
"One thought can bring life and death to human flesh and blood, and one thought can cause all souls to collapse. You must stay." Zhou Kefa straightened his face.
"I haven't seen a scholar like you for many years. People like you are good at everything, but it's a pity that you just accept death." The man was covered in dirt, and there was a slight smile on his face that was cut with a knife and axe.
The conversation between the two fell into Mr. Xun's ears like a riddle.
But Mr. Xun is such a man of extraordinary intelligence. Although he heard these words in a fog, he still guessed the words in the man's mouth.
A colorful handkerchief attached to a sheep is auspicious.
