After a heavy rain, even the official road was a bit muddy, making it inconvenient to ride a horse or ride a car. Ordinary people would not choose to travel at this time.
On a 30-meter-long section of the official road, there was only a big green cow covered in tendon meat. The cow's hooves were covered with black mud. It walked steadily step by step, pulling the carriage that was not very heavy for it. Two ruts were left on the official road after the rain.
The coachman sitting outside the carriage, holding the reins in his hand, had mixed black and white hair and looked very old. In fact, the coachman is not young at all. He just learned his destiny two years ago.
The old coachman in coarse linen clothes was hunched over, leaning against the pillar of the carriage behind him. He turned his head slightly and said to the carriage curtain:
"Why did the teacher take a bullock cart? If you want to leave Handi as soon as possible, you should take a carriage."
The ox-cart was comfortable and the horse-drawn carriage was swift.
There was no sound in response. It seemed that there was no one in the carriage. The old coachman was talking to himself.
The old coachman listened for a long time, but heard nothing. When the new ruts were tens of meters long, I couldn't help but tilt my head and the sound got a little louder.
"With half a cup of tea, we have walked less than fifty steps. This ox-cart is too slow. I'd better change the carriage for the teacher. The longer we stay in Han, the more dangerous the teacher will be. We need to make a big search in Chang'an." You have to leave Korea beforehand."
His ears were pressed against the curtain, still the same as before, without any feedback. If the old coachman hadn't put the teacher into the carriage himself, he would have thought it was an empty carriage.
The old coachman was a little worried. He held the somewhat rough reins in one hand, grabbed his sparse hair with the other, and turned around for the third time:
"Teacher, are you worried that your disciple is too old to control a horse?"
There was obviously only a curtain between him and the teacher in the carriage, but no matter how eager the old coachman was, he never thought of opening the curtain.
"You are still as talkative as before. I didn't say anything and just didn't want to answer. Why do you ask me again and again?"
The old coachman finally heard the response and smiled happily, like a child.
"Confucius said that he was sensitive and eager to learn, and he was not ashamed to ask questions. His disciples believed that his love of asking questions was his advantage."
"I've warned you before, don't quote words you don't know the specific meaning of. Being smart and studious means that you are talented and eager to learn. You are not talented. But this sentence is not bad. It is shameful to boast and shame. Don't be ashamed to ask questions. These four words mean that you should not feel ashamed to ask for advice from people who are inferior to you. Are you saying that I am beneath you?"
The old coachman's face immediately showed panic, as if the speaker was not sitting inside the carriage, but sitting outside the carriage, next to him, and his face could be seen.
"This disciple definitely has no such intention!"
"I know you don't. If you don't change this, what will happen to you in the future... That's all. You are over fifty, and you don't have much time left, so there is no need to change..."
The old coachman was not angry when he heard these semi-curse words, and said a little lonely:
"This disciple is unworthy of the title of teacher and unworthy of being a disciple of Guigu."
The old coachman was the last disciple accepted by Guiguzi Wang Chan. According to later generations, he was called a closed disciple. He wanted to establish a sect and inherit the mantle.
But let alone compare with Guiguzi's disciples, such as Pang Juan, Sun Bin, Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Le Yi and other outstanding figures, who can stir up the affairs of various countries and have great reputation in the world.
Even compared to the ordinary disciples of Guiguzi who could only achieve a certain level of prominence, the old coachman who had not left his name in this world could not compare.
What other students can learn in an hour, the old coachman cannot learn in a day and night. The old coachman himself didn't know why the teacher would accept someone as stupid as himself as a disciple.
The sun sets in the west, covering the earth with a layer of warm orange.
It is not easy for the official roads of this era to keep the roads clean, and no one cares about the weeds on both sides of the roads. When the practical value of the road cannot be guaranteed, the so-called aesthetics are of no use.
The autumn rain is cold and cold, and the breeze after the autumn rain also carries the chill of the rain. It makes the weeds rustle and makes the old coachman shiver and tighten his linen clothes.
"Chang'an Jun will not chase you out."
The old coachman opened his mouth and poured in some cold air. His rickety body straightened up a little, as if he had been in the past ten or twenty years. He spoke humbly and respectfully:
"Please ask the teacher to clarify."
After speaking, he suddenly remembered his qualifications, and his expression became a little depressed.
"The disciple is stupid and cannot know even if the teacher explains it in detail, so I won't ask anymore."
"Mr. Chang'an came from a humble background. Although his character was tempered several times in the royal family, he still had some corruption that could not be erased. He once said that Prince Ying Fusu did not have the spirit of a king and was too benevolent and righteous to succeed to the throne. In fact, he He himself is no better than his eldest nephew, he just laughs at fifty steps and a hundred steps. He said that I was the source of trouble. He might have wanted to kill me when he saw me for the first time. If he could kill me, he would kill me..."
crackle~
The old coachman slammed his whip hard on the big green ox. The big green ox stopped in pain, and its horns neighed toward the sky.
Moo~
The old coachman was very angry when he heard that his teacher was called the source of trouble and that others had murderous intentions. But the teacher was talking, and he didn't dare to yell loudly to avoid interrupting the teacher's speech. He could only give Qing Niu a whip to vent his anger.
Guiguzi already knew the character of the closed disciples, and his words did not stop at all, and he was not affected at all.
"...But I have been with him for several years. I live in seclusion in the Chang'an Lord's Mansion and keep my own responsibilities. He will not kill me because of emotion, reason and heart, let alone telling me personally last night that he cannot kill Chong Tongzi.
"He said to me before that if I escape, I should run faster and farther, and let him catch up and kill me. He is a man of faith and a man of faith. Since he said that if he catches up and finds him, he will kill him. So in order not to kill me, I won’t chase him out.”
Although these words are a bit difficult to pronounce, they basically explain the reason thoroughly. Any disciple of Guigu would be able to hear it clearly and know the true meaning.
But the old coachman didn't understand.
There was distress and confusion on his deeply furrowed face.
"Teacher, I don't understand yet... shouldn't I ask?"
"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, that is knowing."
"...Teacher, what does this sentence mean?"
"...Knowing means knowing, not knowing means not knowing. This is the expression of wisdom."
The old coachman beamed with joy.
"The teacher complimented me on my intelligence?"
He had never heard his teacher praise him so much.
"Listen to the words and the sound of the gongs and drums. I want you to ask if you don't understand."
The whip pain on Da Qing Niu's body has weakened a little over time.
Daqingniu, who does not hold grudges and works diligently, strides forward again. Shaking off the black mud from his hooves, he pulled the carriage behind him forward, heading outside Han Di.
In the carriage, the hundreds-year-old Guiguzi patiently explained the doubts of the fifty-two-year-old closed disciple.
Cattle, cars, and people are all covered with a layer of faint, slightly reddish gold.
The sun is getting bigger and closer, and is about to set...
The moisture in the soil on the wet road is increasingly lost, and it gradually dries up. The wheels sink less and less, and the chatter in the carriage slowly subsides.
Suddenly, the old coachman's questioning voice sounded again.
"Teacher, what does Chang'an-jun look like?"
"Why do you ask? There are not four moles on Chang'an Jun's forehead, nor are there two pupils in each of his eyes. His appearance can be described very well with just words."
"What the teacher said is extremely true. It's the disciple's fault. I didn't expect it."
The old coachman hurriedly apologized and tightened the reins. The big green bull knew its master's intention and stopped lifting its hooves, its hooves sinking deeply into the mud.
"Isn't Chang'an-kun surrounded by beautiful people? Are there always beauties around him?"
There was no reply from inside the carriage.
After one breath.
Hula~
The car curtain was lifted inward, and the warm sunlight flowed into the car through the gap in the car curtain, only entering less than half a meter.
Gui Guzi's figure is looming, and his face cannot be seen clearly, but the four fleshy moles on his forehead are very conspicuous, and his identity can be confirmed at a glance.
Guiguzi held the car curtain with one hand and looked at the long pavilion on the edge of the official road full of weeds a hundred steps away. Although they are far apart, they are very familiar with each other because they have been together for several years.
Guiguzi could tell at a glance that the person standing in the pavilion with his hands behind his back and facing his side was his former master Ying Chengyu.
Behind Ying Chengyu, there is a Yue girl with a beautiful and cold face. Her eyes only show warmth when she accidentally looks at Ying Chengyu, and she carries a two-foot green spear on her back.
The distance between her faces may not be clear, but if she can still appear here with a sword less than three feet on her back, she must be a Yue girl.
The Qin sword is three feet long and about one meter long, which is the length commonly used by Qin people. The Yue girl is the goddess of Baiyue, and the sword of Baiyue is Qin Erchi.
"The teacher got out of the car and the disciples stopped them."
The old coachman was sure that his guess was correct from the teacher's attitude, which was natural and authentic.
Guiguzi told him why Chang'an Lord didn't come all the way, but he still didn't understand it well and couldn't remember it clearly.
But the old coachman understood one sentence very well and remembered it very firmly - this Lord of Chang'an named Ying Chengyu called his teacher the source of trouble and wanted to kill his teacher. He chased him to find him just to kill him.
"That woman is the descendant of the Yue Nv Sword, and there are very few people in the world who can stand up to her. You made a single move in front of her when you were young, and at such an age, leaving here is no different than committing suicide."
"If you die, you will die. There is no reason in the world for a teacher to die in front of his disciples."
The old coachman knew that he was no match, but as long as he lived, he could not see his teacher die.
Hula~
The curtain is lowered.
"Teachers and disciples have grown up together. After the master dies, the disciples can continue their studies. This is the principle in the world where the teacher dies in front of the disciples.
"Drive there."
"only."
The old coachman reluctantly responded, flicking the whip, the ox raised its hooves, and the mud splashed lightly.
After a hundred steps, Daqingniu walked almost a cup of tea.
There are few things in this world that have the best of both worlds. If you choose the comfort of an ox-cart, you have to accept the slowness of the ox-cart. If you want the efficiency of the carriage, you have to endure the pain of the carriage.
The old driver, who had just disliked the slowness of the ox cart, thought about going slower, and then slower.
But things will not change according to his will, as an ordinary person. He has no ability to turn the tide and can only drift with the tide.
He opened the curtain for the teacher and tried to straighten his waist, but in the end he was still stooped. He helped Guiguzi, who had a straight waist, get out of the oxcart.
Ying Chengyu stepped forward with a smile, and took Guiguzi's other hand in the old coachman's murderous and hostile eyes. He was about to speak, but Guiguzi beat him to it.
"You shouldn't have come."
Ying Chengyu blinked his eyes.
"But I'm still here."
Guiguzi smiled lightly.
"If you come, I won't die, right?"
Ying Chengyu also smiled lightly.
"you guess?"
[If you have the ability, you can pick up a sentence and guess whether I can guess? ]
Guiguzi smiled bitterly.
"I can't compare to the determination of your Majesty."
Ying Chengyu also smiled bitterly.
"You are a fish and I am a swordsman, but you still dare to test me again and again. My lord, you don't have enough concentration, but you are so courageous."
Guiguzi just kept smiling bitterly and said nothing. He didn't know what to say.
When he got off the bullock cart just now, he said, "You shouldn't have come," and started with Gu Long's dialogue. If Ying Chengyu also replies according to Gu Longzhong's dialogue, it proves that Ying Chengyu still has a joke in mind, and it is unlikely to kill him.
In the second sentence, instead of using dialogue, he proactively made it clear. This was to show weakness when Ying Chengyu was in a good mood. At this time, ordinary people will most likely say how is it possible, the prince is joking, etc. This will control the topic and put an iron lock on his life.
Ying Chengyu gave an inaccurate "Guess" answer, which made Guiguzi think a lot. Guiguzi knew that Ying Chengyun had seen through his probing thoughts, and revealed that his determination was not as good as Ying Chengyun's, and praised Ying Chengyun in a way that demeaned him. To save your life, there is no shame in flattering someone.
But Ying Chengyu, who usually agreed without hesitation and enjoyed flattery, did not agree this time and instead took the offer back.
This made Gui Guzi, who had everything under control, a little uneasy.
When things go wrong, there must be a demon, and if he sees Ying Chengyu's demon today, he may pay the price with his life.
Guiguzi thought about the month, day, and hour.
The hand being held by the old coachman was hidden behind his back, and his thumb began to move rapidly up and down his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger.
In my mind, I silently thought about lingering, Suxi, Chikou, Xiaoji, Kongpeng, Da'an, going back and forth, making crazy calculations.
Before he could finish the calculation, Ying Chengyu smiled and said:
"Did you calculate it for yourself and figure out that you can't die, so you just do whatever you want?"
Guiguzi's left hand pinched for a moment, and then his thumb moved quickly again. Regardless of whether Ying Chengxuan was targeted or blown up, it was meaningless to him. Let's wait and see.
The old coachman hates Ying Chengyu, and his old body is conserving strength. Be prepared to knock down Ying Chengyu and Yue Nu at any time to give the teacher a chance to die late.
If it weren't for the fact that Ying Chengyu insulted his teacher in order to hide his left hand, he would have pounced on him now.
"I just figured it out. You asked me whether I wanted to kill Xiang Yu to test my character. After I went to find Chongtongzi, you said that you could only calculate the approximate range of Qidi.
"You can test my strength by whether I can find the double pupil. Prince, how come you have such a big brain? How can you think of so many things in a minute? Are you really a mature person?"
Ying Chengyu leaned closer and asked tentatively:
"Could it be that you have really lived for hundreds of years?"
Guiguzi said nothing, still thinking silently in his heart.
"Not finished yet? It's okay. Just take your time and we'll talk about it after you finish."
(End of chapter)
