Seeing Mr. Xun picking up the chess pieces and frowning, Mr. Zhou knew that the trip to Guangyue Ridge was worth it. Then he stood up and gently stuffed two larger sweet potatoes into the fire with a smile on his face. I want to wander around on the mountain tops and on the plains.
As Guangyueling turned from late summer to late autumn, and then from late autumn to winter, Zhou Kefa put on the blue cotton robe again. Even Mr. Xun, who had not cared about food and clothing for a long time, couldn't help but say it several times, Mr. Zhou has been wearing these clothes for almost a whole year, and there is no money in the package. It is better to go to the nearest town market to buy a few pieces. It is not an extravagant move, but Mr. Zhou Decline politely.
No matter how good the clothes are, they are never as good as those sewn by your own wife.
Dressed in blue, he has almost never stepped outside the Five Peaks since he went up the mountain.
Today was different. Zhou Kefa held up a juicy roasted sweet potato and walked halfway up the mountain. He rarely looked down the mountain to take a look at the light snow outside, and his mind was particularly bright.
Chess contains countless overt and covert battles, as well as magical moves. It has always been praised by many scholars and scholars. However, in Zhou Kefa's view, the so-called chess is just a chess. Although it is similar to civil and military strategies and human principles, it must be done Xun Yuantuo's age and experience are far from enough to draw parallels and apply them freely.
A capable chess player is extremely powerful, but not all of those chess masters are capable chess players. It is true or false to seek the best in the world on one chessboard, but for young people, this should be used to replace the nine kingdoms in the world. , thousands of scholars and subjects are still too small. Therefore, what made Zhou Kefa most gratified about this trip was not that his apprentice's chess skills could lead him to the palace, but that Mr. Xun could understand the hidden meaning behind the chess records of the five peaks and mountains with his chess skills.
"Thousands of miles of snowy light does make people feel clearer, but your clothes are indeed a bit thin." A visitor came in the soft snow, still wearing the same tattered clothes, and still following an old sheep with mottled hair.
"The jade pendant is good, but your body is not strong." The shepherd man glanced at Mr. Zhou, but the latter just twisted slightly to cover the half of the sweet potato, as if he was afraid that the shepherd man would snatch it away.
"The Great Qi is dead, and the Great Qi is exhausted. Even if you reincarnate a sage, I'm afraid you won't be able to change the pattern of the nine kingdoms in the world. If you give up your cultivation and your literary skills, it's not a good idea." The shepherd man obviously can't really do it. He started with the half sweet potato, but spoke dully, said such difficult words, and then looked down the mountain.
Zhou Kefa hummed, "To teach a good student, you should not touch the law. At my age, if I really want to flutter, I probably won't be able to make a few waves. Besides, the covenant is still there, so why bother with that? Don't treat me like that. They are those literati who seek fame and reputation, but they are just poor men teaching in a secluded town. They have to work as apprentices for food, clothing, housing and transportation. What ability can I have to change the pattern of the Nine Kingdoms?" The tone is very similar to the people in the streets and markets. Old rogue.
The shepherd man's face looked as if it had been stitched together, and he was extremely dull. When he heard this, he teased, "I might be able to believe that the ministers in the court today are incompetent, but if you say that you can set foot on Guangyue Mountain with such ease, Who in the world can believe that the top literati have no ability? The more capable the literati are, the more they are willing to do stupid things like moths rushing to the fire and a mantis trying to use a chariot as a chariot. If you say that you are just here to teach your disciples the art of chess, then now the art of chess has become mature. Why don't you go down the mountain? If you feel uncomfortable with your legs, I'll help you go down the mountain."
Mr. Zhou looked embarrassed, touched his gray beard, and smiled, "Don't worry, stay a while longer. My disciple hasn't learned all the things on the mountain yet."
The man glanced at Zhou Kefa, who was pretending to be crazy, and walked straight down the mountain without saying anything. The old sheep behind him licked the hem of the latter's cotton robe, as if he didn't taste the salty taste, and followed the man down the mountain with dissatisfaction. Mountain road.
Zhou Kefa became angry with shame and said angrily, "Sooner or later I have to set up a fire on the mountain and taste the warm lamb soup."
"By the way, the way I helped you down the mountain is actually quite convenient. If you figure it out one day and take your disciple down the mountain, just let me know." Unexpectedly, the man turned around and said after just a few dozen steps, " From the top of the mountain to the bottom, you can reach the foot of the mountain in just twenty breaths, without having to walk on a rugged mountain road."
Mr. Zhou quickly shut up and watched the man go down the mountain.
The shepherd man just herds sheep every day. No one knows why this man in ragged clothes is still wearing the same tattered clothes in the snowy season, and no one knows what these scrawny old sheep can be sold for. Price, as to why the lone wolf in the wilderness never came to the door and took away an old sheep with teeth, no one even thought about it. They only knew that there was always a shepherd in this fairyland that was originally lush with grass. people.
The wind blows in the summer and the snow blows in the east. There is no rest. The happiest thing for this man, whose face remains as dull as ever, seems to be to pick up a grass seed every day and throw it into a puddle at the foot of the mountain, or to pick up a sapling from nowhere, insert it on the surface, and then sit quietly. Just watch the old sheep wandering around.
An old scholar who was demoted once passed by here and saw a man standing alone at the foot of the mountain amidst the continuous rain. He felt a sense of pity for each other, so he wrote a sentence of sadness: There are two realms in the world, I set up one, and everyone in the world. Set up another place and think about the cold wind and rain, the deserted scenery. But when this old scholar was prosperous in the first half of his life, he could spread the word in the capital even by casually reciting poems. Now that he has lost power, these tragic words are rarely known.
After the man came down from the mountain, he still guarded the old sheep. Unknowingly, the snow fell more quickly, and the dead trees were covered with frost and snow. It seemed that it was difficult to bear the weight, and the dead branches were about to break, so the man stood up. , regardless of shaking off the snow flakes on his body, he walked straight under the dead trees and blew a gentle and slow breath.
The jade flowers were scattered, the branches were foggy, and thousands of mist rose above dozens of dead trees.
The shepherd blows the snow.
There are guests in the soft snow.
A carriage was swaying, coming from the east. Even the armor of the driver was as bright as a mirror, and the armor was like silver scales.
The carriage parked not far from the man. The curtain was lifted, and a child with red lips and white teeth stepped out. He was wearing a high crown and a yellow embroidered robe, but his face was deserted. He ignored the child in shabby clothes. The man in clothes walked step by step to the foot of the ridge, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly.
"The Holy One has a decree to ask the guilty minister Zhou Kefa what Guangyue Feng wants to do and where he will go on this trip."
The sound of shouting and asking pierces the clouds and cracks the rocks, which can shake the mountains.
Xun Yuantuo still stared at Wudaofeng.
But Zhou Kefa stood up and responded slowly.
"Go up the mountain to teach students, and go down the mountain to the imperial city."
Different from the child with red lips and white teeth, Zhou Kefa did not exert enough energy, and his voice was even more modest and calm. The sound was very small, but it seemed like it was slowly rolling down from the top of the mountain, like Guangyue Ridge holding up this gentleman's mouth. He spat out the cross and handed it to the foot of the mountain.
If the bright moon is awake, the great river will convey my wishes.
