Chapter 314 Watching the fire from the other side
The new sound is indistinguishable, and the fingers are full of resentment. ----------Tang Shaoye's "Ancient Yuefu"
It is said that Chen Long has a righteous mind and will naturally move forward in his work. Nowadays, the Central Plains is in chaos and is intertwined with each other. If you are not a tycoon like Cao Cao, you should not even think about unification. Now Chen Long wanted to unify quickly, either by uniting with Cao Cao or by destroying Cao Cao first. Chen Long made up his mind and chose the latter.
On the question of who can convince Chen Gong, Zhang Yan unexpectedly provided a bright spot. Deep in the Taihang Mountains near Shangdang in Bingzhou, two famous celebrities lived in seclusion, one was Aiqin and the other was good at calligraphy. They were the demi-god Zhang Zhen and the Innocence sect. The ancestor Hu Zhao.
Hu Zhao also had the courtesy name Kongming, and his talent was not inferior to that of Zhuge Kongming. On this day, Hu Zhao, who was dressed in commoner clothes, put down his pen and ink on the stone platform by the small pool outside the courtyard, spread out a blank bamboo slip, took a deep breath of fresh air, completely calmed down physically and mentally, and closed his eyes, brewing for the next round. Practice calligraphy with flying colors. In this completely silent time and space, the scene of several galloping horses suddenly appeared in his blank mind. Hu Zhao suddenly came out of his deep state of detachment and found that the sound of galloping horses was really heard in his ears. With the sound of horse hooves, Hu Zhao slowly opened his eyes and sighed in his heart. The deep mountains were peaceful, and he was afraid that they would be trampled to pieces by these few horse hooves.
Sure enough, the sound of horse hoofbeats suddenly stopped outside Hu Zhao's small courtyard, and then came the voice of inquiry, asking very politely: "I am Qiongya Longzhu, Mr. Xu Jing's disciple. Is Mr. Hu Zhao here?"
Hu Zhao was alone, and his home was very simple. There was only an old woman in the village who cooked and cleaned the house regularly, so that Hu Zhao could escape from the fireworks of the world and concentrate on practicing his pen. The old woman happened to be away too. After the visitors asked her questions, she kept waiting outside the hospital, quietly and seemingly not in a hurry.
Hu Zhao and Zhang Zhen were the only distant neighbors who had made mistakes. Occasionally, when they got together, they also talked about similar topics. Regarding whether the troubled times would end, Zhang Zhen said something mysterious and mysterious: "Qinglong is The stars in the sky should overwhelm the white tigers on the ground."
Several people visiting from outside the hospital, including Chen Long, Zhou Buyi and Zhang Yan, followed Chen Long's request and did not even say anything in private chats. They just waited silently, highlighting their determination to wait. Hu Zhao was silent for a long time, and found that his heart could no longer return to its calm state. He sighed, stood up, brushed off his gray and white clothes, packed up his pen and inkstone, put it under his arm, lowered his head and faced the courtyard door. Go.
Turning around the courtyard wall, Hu Zhao saw several tall soldiers guarding several handsome leaders. One of them, a tall and handsome man, came up to him and said, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Hu Zhao?"
Hu Zhao nodded, holding a pile of pen and ink, like a dry old man collecting firewood. Hu Zhao did not return the greeting and said dryly: "I live in seclusion here, and I don't accept secular people. Please forgive me." He didn't even ask the other person's name, which can be said to be extremely rude.
How could Chen Long care about being rude? Zhang Yan next to her looked slightly angry, but when Chen Long glared at her, she was frightened back and dared not speak. There are only a few villagers in the village, and they are still ignorant of the stories happening here.
Chen Long showed his face and said: "I understand Mr. Hu Zhao's words. But in these troubled times, I have a fire in my heart. I want to save the people from the chaos in the world, but I can never calm down. Even if I retire, this fire in my heart will still make me angry. I couldn't sleep well, so I had to make up my mind and ask myself to shoulder this moral responsibility with iron shoulders. I can't do it like you, sir, watching the fire from the other side."
Hu Zhao didn't seem to be touched at all. He rolled his eyelids and said: "Since you have a fire in your heart, even if you do it well, your life will not be in vain if you work vigorously. What's the use of looking for a bad old man like me?" With that, he walked towards the courtyard door and was about to open the door. And enter.
Zhou Buyi suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Mr. Hu Zhao, have you ever heard of the Qinglong Army?"
When Hu Zhao heard the word "Qinglong", his hand that pushed the door trembled, and he instantly remembered Zhang Zhen's words about Qinglong defeating Baihu. Could it be that the Qinglong Army was what this sentence meant? Hu Zhao turned around and glanced at the little fat man who spoke, and couldn't help but He asked: "Are you sent by Chen Wenlong?"
Zhou Buyi chuckled and said, "It's just that this tall man is Chen Long himself. It's true."
Hu Zhao was shocked. Chen Long had become famous all over the world in recent years. He didn't expect it to be right in front of him. He couldn't help but take a closer look. He secretly praised it in his heart. He finally raised his hand in a gesture of invitation and said, "There is only clear water bamboo in the thatched cottage." Stool, Nanxiang Hou, would you like to sit for a while?"
Chen Long was overjoyed and followed Hu Zhao inside, sitting on a bamboo stool in the courtyard, looking as if he was enjoying the meal. Hu Zhao brought two glasses of water, closed the firewood door, and the two of them talked about the world in the small courtyard among the mountains and fields.
Chen Long's ideas were naturally unheard of by Hu Zhao. Will there be a day when the people in the world directly elect representatives to speak out? Hu Zhao's heart surged with huge waves. With Chen Long's insights and remarks, Hu Zhao seemed to see a new world.
Chen Long was naturally eloquent and poured out all the ideas that he thought were most suitable for Chinese society. Hu Zhao was stunned when he heard this, and it was so fresh that a sense of responsibility to save all people from hanging upside down came up in his heart, which had long been like a tree.
After the conversation in the thatched cottage, Hu Zhao and Chen Long had reached a consensus. Hu Zhao finally asked: "But what does Chen Long need from me when he is here? Just tell me."
Chen Long explained the Central Plains strategy again, and elaborated on his idea of inviting Hu Zhao and Zhang Zhen to come out and persuade Chen Gong to cooperate. Hu Zhao heard that Chen Long's main goal was to eliminate Cao Cao first, and he thought to himself, could this Cao Cao be the white tiger Zhang Zhen mentioned?
Hu Zhao pulled out a little donkey from the backyard, opened the firewood door, got on the donkey, and led everyone to the village on the other side of the mountain to look for Zhang Zhen. At this time, all the villagers knew that a stranger had entered the village, and they came to watch one after another. Chen Long smiled and waved his hands, and the children gathered behind the horse to see him off. They left the village and headed northeast in a lively manner.
After leaving the village, a narrow path leads straight up to the depths of the mountains. Hu Zhaoyou said that Zhang Zhen's hiding place is Hongdou Gorge deep in the mountains, which is a branch of Longquan Gorge. It is located at the southwest entrance of Longquan Gorge and the northeastern foothills of Zituan Mountain. The original name of Hongdou Gorge was Hongdi Gorge. Because of the yew trees growing in the gorge, it was renamed Hongdou Gorge. From the outside of the canyon, Hongdou Gorge is no different from other canyons. Once inside, you feel that this is the real grand canyon. The peaks hundreds of meters high stand straight into the sky, majestic and steep, and every path at the bottom of the mountain is. They are all accompanied by gurgling springs, and all kinds of exotic flowers and rare trees are in full splendor. The birds are chirping and the fragrance is refreshing. The farther you go, the wider your vision becomes. You can see rolling mountains, green forests, mountains, sky, lakes, and trees, all reflected in the lake. With the blue sky and the forest covering the mountains, it is a beautiful and charming landscape painting. Everyone became more energetic as they walked, immersed in this picturesque scenery, as if they had entered a peach blossom garden that made people forget their worries.
During this period, we occasionally visited farmyards, and the breeze blew in, accompanied by the fresh air and the rustling of leaves, which was very pleasant. However, the mountain road is dangerous and difficult to walk. After all, the deep mountains are different from the roads outside the territory. Both the war horses and the donkeys have a very difficult time walking, and they barely move towards the depths of the canyon. Cao Mengde sighed in "Bitter Cold Journey": "It's so difficult to go north to the Taihang Mountains! How majestic it is! The Yangchang Slope is twisted, and the wheels are destroyed by it. The trees are so desolate, and the sound of the north wind is sad! Bears squat against me, and tigers and leopards crow across the road. There are few people in the valley, how can the snow fall? I stretch my neck and sigh, I have many thoughts on the long journey. Why is my heart depressed? I want to return east. The water is deep and there are no bridges, and the middle road is wandering.
Lost in confusion, no place to stay in the evening. The journey was far away, and both men and horses were hungry. Carrying a bag to collect salary, holding an ax and ice to make mince. The sad poem "Dongshan" makes me sad for a long time.
Just like this, we walked into the evening, and suddenly there was a quiet forest stream and a flat road. Looking as far as the eye could see, we could see smoke curling up from the jungle, and a few thatched huts faintly exposed. Facing this place with only a hint of fireworks, Chen Long couldn't help but secretly apologize. If it weren't for the common people, he really shouldn't have disturbed the tranquility of the gods.
The sun was about to set, so Chen Longming lit a torch and finally came to an ordinary thatched hut. Just as he was about to knock on the firewood, Hu Zhao suddenly grabbed Chen Long's arm and shook his head. Chen Long didn't understand what he meant. When he looked at Hu Zhao blankly, he suddenly heard the sound of an immortal in his ears, and the dense tones of the guqin were already echoing in his ears. He quickly signaled everyone to be silent. Voice.
The sound of the guqin rises euphemistically and lingers, whirling back and forth, making people feel heartbroken when hearing it; sometimes it is loud and cheerful, making people suddenly happy when hearing it, and sometimes it is as peaceful and steady as chanting, without any sharpness, delicate and implicit, immovable Sensuality controls people's priorities. Since ancient times, the only thing that can harmonize with the guqin is the flute. Only the resentment and confusion of the flute can be blended with the quaintness of the qin to form the wind in the forest, a realm that transcends reality and makes people forget their worries and be fascinated.
The sounds coming from the small courtyard are fascinating. They are light and clear, mixed with calmness and richness. The notes are either soothing, exciting or heavy. It makes people feel that the aftertaste is lingering, both solid and virtual, lingering away, just like the characters in Chinese paintings. The kind of ink smoke and clouds are endless, and the artistic conception is far away to the depths of the spirit. When the song ends, my thoughts are like a wisp of smoke that seems to be intermittent and continuous. I want to connect it but can't, until everything is silent and there is no sound in the surroundings.
Everyone was intoxicated by the sound of the piano. Chen Long waited for a long time and saw that the sky had turned dark and there was no clear sound anymore. He couldn't help but chant in the night: "Playing the guqin to the wine, new sounds are produced in the strings. The new sounds are indistinguishable, and the fingers are full of resentment." . The beauty of the flowers cannot protect itself, and it is like a wheel at four seasons. I don’t know how many times the moon tonight has shone on people. The dew drops are fragrant with hibiscus, and the fragrance is sold out and the heart is dead. There is nothing left in the good times, and the remaining red leaves fade from the pond water."
Just after reciting, the sound of a fairy playing the qin came from the air, and a clear and emotional voice said: "What a poem! Since my friend understands the artistic conception of my qin, he must be a destined person. Please go to the hospital and serve tea."
The sound of playing a piano came from the courtyard, followed by the sound of gentle and slow footsteps. In a moment, the courtyard door opened, and a figure dressed in white slowly walked out from the two firewood doors.
If you want to know what happens next, listen to the explanation next time.
