It is impossible to even think about it, and it is sinful to even think about it.
These are the most famous words left in the world by Cong Zhongxiao, the former leader of the Human Sword Sect.
Although in his opinion, what he was most proud of was writing a book called "Peach Blossom Aesthetics", but few people in Xuanxuyuan read that book, let alone others.
On the contrary, this sentence is well known to the world.
It’s sinful to take it for granted.
Although a gentleman in this world does not care about his heart when discussing his deeds.
But that is for others, and for the world's self, asking one's mind is naturally an extremely important and inseparable part.
Even though the Ghost Suppression Division, the predecessor of Heavenly Prison, watched the ghosts in people's hearts for His Majesty, they also knew that the ghosts in people's hearts were elusive and impossible to catch.
Zhao is so happy.
The same goes for ministers.
The dean of Xuanxuyuan traveled far away from Nanyi City and Lingnan. Although he was looking for traces of the young man in the world, from a certain perspective, the white-clothed prime minister was probably escaping from something. story.
Even a young man knows what is right and what is wrong, how could such an academy dean not know?
He has never been truly drunk in thousands of years. Even when he drank with Congren River Bridge in the Jianzong Garden, he was just pretending to be drunk. In the story of Da Feng Li One Thousand and Four, he was often drunk. in the world.
The scholar in white is in the East China Sea.
The scholar in white is drunk in the East China Sea.
The prime minister is not a swordsman, so he can eat noodles from a certain noodle shop without any scruples.
Then he held a bottle of wine and sat on the street of the small town under the high cliff, watching the sword light flowing in the East China Sea.
Many sword cultivators have died in Donghai recently, and many people have also died.
The two sword sect disciples competed with each other in the air.
Just like what the noodle shop owner named Wang Xiaoer and a certain swordsman named Chen Huaifeng said back then, a sword that travels a thousand miles is a plow across the world.
After so many years of sword cultivating in the world, there are very few people who choose this method.
But Zhang Xiaoyu was probably crazy.
Therefore, Chen Huaifeng had to take the sword, and the East China Sea Sword Sect also had to take the sword - those sword lights fell towards such a sword sect.
The Prime Minister just sat quietly on the street, watching the sword lights passing through the world.
The town was safe and sound.
Those sword lights cannot fall to this side of Gao Ya.
"Sooner or later, these bastards will finish the world with them!"
Wang Xiaoer, the noodle shop owner, spat, then walked out of the noodle shop with a bowl of noodles, squatting in front of the noodle shop, like a monkey from prehistoric civilization, squatting on the edge of the forest and watching the flow of traffic and horses in the world.
Qing Xiang drank his wine and looked back at Wang Xiaoer, who was chatting next to him - the scholar was actually a little worried.
If this noodle shop owner, this worldly owner, knew that he was the president of Xuanxuyuan who rebelled in the south, he would probably scold him even more harshly.
Because when Prime Minister Qing first arrived, he heard the shopkeeper cursing, saying that the three men in white clothes in Nanyi City were not good people.
Naturally, both Cong Ren and Zhang Xiaoyu were wearing white clothes. Even if Qing Xiang thought about the remaining one with the wine bottle in his hand, he knew that he was scolding himself.
So the prime minister just remained silent and said nothing.
It wasn't until Wang Xiaoer started serving noodles to the customers in the noodle shop and scolded the sword cultivator from all over the world that the scholar said weakly that Lingnan sword cultivator was a good thing.
As soon as these words came out, the noodle shop was filled with echoes, and people tried their best to praise such a swordsman.
just like.
It was as if he was praising Lingnan so loudly that he seemed like a good person.
Not all sword sects are bad people, and not all people in the world are good people.
The minister said nothing.
There were not many customers today, so Wang Xiaoer came out with a bowl of noodles and ate it by himself. Looking at the sword lights in the sky, he cursed for a while, and then looked at the prime minister who was drinking.
"Are you waiting for someone here?"
When the prime minister heard this, he was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes."
"Who are you waiting for?"
Wang Xiaoer asked vaguely while eating noodles.
The person who asked the question asked vaguely, so the person who answered also answered vaguely.
"Someone who enjoys drinking as much as I do."
"Drinking is good, drinking is good."
Wang Xiaoer suddenly sighed and said, "It's a pity that I don't know how to make wine, otherwise I would drink every day to save myself from all these troubles."
The Prime Minister looked at the noodle shop waiter silently, probably feeling very emotional in his heart.
Why can't you make wine?
If you don't know how to make wine, why would I wait here for so long for someone?
But the prime minister didn't say anything. He just drank all the wine in the pot, then stood up and walked to a nearby tavern.
"By the way, help me get a bowl of noodles too."
"okay!"
Wang Xiaoer finished his bowl of noodles very neatly, and then walked into the noodle shop.
When the Prime Minister came back from buying wine, Wang Xiaoer had not yet ordered the noodles. The scholar with black plum spots on his white clothes continued to sit outside the noodle shop and drink alone.
When Wang Xiaoer came out with the bowl of noodles with a lot of spicy oil, he asked a little suspiciously.
"You love spicy food so much, you can't be from Nanyi City."
The Prime Minister took two sips of wine with some guilt, and then said seriously: "No, I am from Huang Liang Yaofeng."
Wang Xiaoer suddenly understood and nodded.
The Prime Minister did not lie. He was naturally a man of Huang Liang Yaofeng, but he just stayed in Nanyi City for a long time.
The scholar in white was worried that Wang Xiaoer would ask him something that would make him feel uncomfortable, so he changed the topic.
"What's so good about drinking?"
Wang Xiaoer, who was looking up at the sky, didn't react for a while. He looked down at the prime minister sitting there with his face in his hands, and said doubtfully: "What?"
The Prime Minister put down the wine pot, held the noodle bowl with one hand, and drank the noodle soup as if drinking wine, while tapping his ribs with the other hand.
"I had alcoholic jaundice. When I went to the doctor for a checkup, it was already in the advanced stage. He told me that you can't drink anymore. If you continue to drink, you will drink yourself to death sooner or later."
Qing Xiang looked at Wang Xiaoer's surprised look, picked up the chopsticks, and continued: "But I didn't believe it at the time. I thought, how could a good person like me, Qing... Qing Ci, drink himself to death?" What? Good people should be rewarded."
The prime minister almost said his real name, but fortunately, the old drunkard was not a drunkard. He talked nonsense after drinking a little alcohol, and he quickly changed his mind.
Wang Xiaoer said sadly: "Perhaps good people will be rewarded in the past, but it's hard to say in the future."
The prime minister fell silent.
If you don't close your door at night and don't pick up lost things on the road, it probably still cannot describe a truly prosperous age. It can only mean that people in the world live a prosperous life.
Perhaps the simplest description of a truly good world is - good people are rewarded.
If good people are not rewarded, how can such a world be said to be good?
The Prime Minister lowered his head and ate the noodles, thinking that it was no wonder that he had alcoholic jaundice. He was probably not a good person.
When he thought like this, he felt somewhat relieved, but also felt a lot of anxiety.
Why do people breathe a sigh of relief when they find out that they are not a good person?
The prime minister didn't dare to think about it anymore, ate the noodles with big mouthfuls, and then pretended to be calm and said: "I may really be dying."
Wang Xiaoer didn't know the meaning behind such a sentence, so he sighed and said, "Then you'd better drink less."
The prime minister laughed when he heard this and said: "We are going to die anyway, so why don't we drink more? Drinking is not a task. I am overwhelmed, so I just give it up."
Wang Xiaoer looked at the Prime Minister and asked, "Then what is this?"
Qing Xiang thought for a while and said: "This is a preference, just like some people can't forget the peach blossoms even after they die, and they can't let go of the world even after they die."
So there's never a lot you can't let go of? Be a little more chic in life.
Being able to let go is not called chic.
It’s the one who can’t let go.
Like I knew I would die if I drank, and if I rebelled, I would die, but I did it anyway.
Wang Xiaoer held his chin in his hands and thought.
"Then what is my preference? Down there? It doesn't seem to be the case. Brewing? It's a pity that I don't know how to brew."
The prime minister said softly: "Likes are like a peach blossom in life."
Wang Xiaoer was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"It means that you can have it or not have it. People will not have to die just because they no longer have preferences."
Wang Xiaoer thought seriously for a long time and said: "Then what do the people from their Taoist sect mean when they say that their hearts are as gray as death and their bodies are as dead as wood?"
Qing Xiang looked at the noodle shop waiter under the sword cliff of the East China Sea in surprise, and said seriously: "Do you still read the Taoist scriptures?"
Wang Xiaoer said matter-of-factly: "We are like mayflies in the human world. Wherever there is water for breeding, we will naturally attach ourselves there. The people of Jianzong are so bad, so naturally we can only look at the people of Taoist sect."
The prime minister sighed and said, "Don't look at the Taoist sect, just look at yourself."
"Why?"
"When you find that the world is in a mess, you will know that neither the Sword Sect nor the Taoist Sect are actually good things."
Wang Xiaoer said oh, and then asked: "So what does that mean?"
Qing Xiang picked a piece of noodles, stuffed it into his mouth, and said something vaguely.
"What?"
Wang Xiaoer didn't hear clearly.
The prime minister then swallowed his words and said it again.
"It means having nothing to rely on and being able to roam freely."
Wang Xiaoer scratched his head and thought for a long time, and then said sincerely: "I still don't understand."
Qing Xiang thought for a while and said: "There is no need to understand, it is best to be alive."
The noodle shop owner sighed and said: "That's true. Although people in the world often say that everyone understands the truth and it is difficult to control their emotions, in fact we don't understand the truth. Those who understand the truth in the world, but Unreasonable..."
"Because it doesn't make sense." Qing Xiang held on to his chopsticks, held the bowl and blew on it, then took a big gulp of the soup. "People in the world have different opinions. In the end, all truths are contradictory. The so-called "dao" is just a general name given to some rules that cannot be explained or normalized."
Wang Xiaoer looked at the man in white in surprise.
He probably has never heard of such a theory.
The prime minister raised his head, looked at the sword lights that occasionally passed by in the sky, and said softly: "If the truth makes sense, then why do these things appear?"
Wang Xiaoer understood now.
"So reason is nothing more than the contradictions experienced by the human world. Things in the same river naturally do not need to be reasoned with - when it is necessary to reason, it has already explained the irreducible contradictions of those things."
The prime minister looked at the noodle shop owner with admiration.
"You are very smart."
Wang Xiaoer scratched his head in embarrassment.
After all, there were many people in the town who said he was good at cooking, but this was the first time someone praised him for being smart.
He thought for a while, then looked at the Prime Minister, and said seriously: "But why do you know so much?"
After the prime minister finished eating the noodles, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, picked up the wine bottle and took a big sip.
"Because I am a Taoist."
The Prime Minister is a great demon, a scholar, and a dean, but in the land of Huaian, he has an identity that cannot be ignored.
That is the overhaul of pious, materialistic and dialectical Taoism.
Cultivation and Taoism are naturally not the same thing.
Wang Xiaoer continued to ask: "Then are you a good person or a bad person?"
The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment while holding the wine bottle, then looked at Wang Xiaoer and said, "Why did you suddenly ask this question?"
Wang Xiaoer said melancholy: "Who is a good person who can speak the truth so clearly?"
Good people are unreasonable but reasonable.
Bad people are reasonable but unreasonable.
The former is unreasonable because knowledge and action are one.
The latter is reasonable because he knows that he is different from what he appears to be.
Wang Xiaoer is probably not stupid after all.
So the prime minister sighed and said, "Don't scold me if I tell you."
Wang Xiaoer said sincerely: "Come and take a look. If it's not very bad, I won't scold you."
"I am the Prime Minister."
"I'm going to fuck you!"
.......
The prime minister left the noodle shop with the wine bottle in his arms very melancholy.
After Wang Xiaoer learned that he was the prime minister who caused the south to fall into fire and water, he directly picked up the noodle bowl on the side and put it on the prime minister's head.
This great demon in the world, a thousand-year-old scholar, and a devout Taoist had no choice but to escape in embarrassment. After wandering around the town for a while with the sound of forging iron and swords, the Prime Minister finally left the town and sat down by the stream at the foot of the cliff. It seemed that everyone would sit for a while by such a non-mysterious stream, and then talk to themselves about many things.
After all, this clear stream is where the saint Li Ershen died.
The Prime Minister sat by the stream drinking wine and thinking quietly.
Li Er never reasoned with the world back then.
As soon as he sat there, everyone knew that he must be wrong.
This will only be a thousand years, or even tens of millions of years later, and it will be a scene that cannot be reproduced in the human world.
It's not because the world is unreasonable, but because the world is starting to be reasonable. There are too many reasons in the world, and the world cannot be silent.
It used to be slow, it used to be simple, it used to be peaceful.
In a sense, it is a tribute to ignorance.
Being unreasonable has the advantage of being unreasonable, and being reasonable has the advantage of being reasonable.
Even if everything is contradictory in the end, the situation is the same as water and fire.
But isn’t that the meaning of everything in the world?
Stones are of course stones, and grass and trees will only be grass and trees.
Empty words can turn vegetation into stone. This is the most heartbreaking thing for a Taoist.
The prime minister sat there for a long time, until the June twilight gradually shone in the clear stream.
There is a figure walking slowly over those sparkling pictures.
The prime minister turned around and raised his eyebrows.
The person who came was not some young man in green clothes who picked up a sword from the stream.
Nor is he a young man in green clothes without a sword on his back - even though there are countless grasses in the world like fireflies.
But there probably isn't any grass here.
There is only one Taoist and another Taoist.
"Is there someone missing?"
The Taoist priest with a meticulous bun and many white hairs bowed respectfully.
"Qianyimen Mu Yaofeng, I've met the seniors."
Of course, the Prime Minister is a senior. The first time this great demon read the story of Blue Bull Five Thousand Words was a thousand years ago.
Qing Xiang looked at the Taoist quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Xie Chaoyu's junior brother?"
Mu Yaofeng shook his head and said seriously: "He is my uncle."
It's just that whether he is a junior brother or a senior uncle, in a certain sense, such a Taoist can be said to be a member of the Qingtian Tao.
After all, during the Qingtian Dao Rebellion, although Bai Fengyu had more than three disciples, Xie Chaoyu, most of them died in those stories. Since he was called Uncle Xie Chaoyu, he was naturally an old person from Qingtian Dao.
Perhaps when those stories happened, such a Taoist was still an ignorant young man.
Until the years change, white people have black hair.
The Prime Minister looked at the Jiudian Taoist named Mu Yaofeng for a long time, then turned back and said softly: "Have all the people who are missing a certain level begun to walk in the world?"
Mu Yaofeng stood quietly beside the Prime Minister and sighed: "I have to walk in the world without a door."
Listening to such a meaningful sentence, Qing Xiang narrowed his eyes, took a sip of wine, looked at the stream of twilight, and said slowly: "What do you mean?"
Mu Yaofeng did not answer, but looked at the Prime Minister and said, "Junior has a question to ask Senior."
The prime minister was silent for a while and said, "What's the problem?"
Mu Yaofeng looked at the Prime Minister solemnly and said in a deep voice: "Senior, do you remember that there was a Mr. Qingniu Yuan named Xie Cangsheng in Xuanxu Yuan?"
Qing Xiang narrowed his eyes, brought the wine bottle in his hand to his lips, then slowly put it down, turned his head and looked deeply at Mu Yaofeng.
"Of course I remember that he had already said goodbye and left Xuansheyuan at the beginning of this year."
Mu Yaofeng seemed to be relieved, then he looked up at the twilight mountains in the world, and then turned to look at the boundless East China Sea.
"Does he have something to do with your lack of skills?"
The prime minister said slowly.
Mu Yaofeng sighed softly.
"Of course there is, and it has a lot to do with it."
When he heard this, the Prime Minister seemed to have understood a lot of things, as if he was awakening from a dream, and said softly: "It turns out that he is Xie Chaoyu's son, but such a thing may not be worth letting you come to see me. "
Mu Yaofeng looked down at the scholar drinking by the stream and said softly: "Yes. If Uncle Li Shanhe is not mistaken..."
"The stories of human trials and tribulations may not be told in your Xuanxu Courtyard."
At that time, the Prime Minister once stood in the small building of Tanchun Garden in Xuansheyuan and lamented the strong wind.
But even the Prime Minister himself has never thought about it.
Maybe the wind does come from there.
