In the end, he didn't ask what Ye Xie was avoiding him. Knowing that his sister's mouth was tight, he had no choice but to let it go in the end.
With still doubts about the sword-controlling skills, I passed by the Taihe Hall when I returned to the wing. The fire had been extinguished. Fortunately, it only burned a corner. After all, it was a wooden house, so it was not easy to put it out.
After leaving Hu Feizhen in the hands of Zhang Jiu'e who came over, and explaining clearly what the Taoist nun had done, Ye Xie, who was careless and light-hearted, returned to the wing at midnight, carrying Ye Xie who refused to come down.
As for Hu Feizhen's disposal, it was obviously not within his scope of consideration. There was no words for the whole night. On the second day, a document was received at the Wudang Golden Summit, which was filled with a burnt smell. It ordered all the Taoist priests in the mountain to choose a day to participate in the ten-year ancestral war to go to the capital. Zongzheng Temple has already started. Report to the Holy One and start the selection of the position of the ancestral court after the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven on March 3rd.
With this document stamped with the official cinnabar seal, it is convenient for the Taoist priests of the small sects who still do not know what happened in the past few days, do not know the inner crisis, and still have a sense of luck and want to find the Taoist luck lotus pond. It was time to leave.
Admittedly, I also wanted to leave in the middle of the night. Compared with the previous days when I felt homesick from time to time in the night, now I wanted to go back even more in the middle of the night.
Homesickness was less of an issue, but what was more important was that during the ten days in Wudang Mountain, he heard the most about luck and opportunities. He felt that it was necessary to ask the old man how the Ye family was supported.
After all, Ye Xie was always talking to others, but when he asked, he pretended not to know, and pretended to be dumbfounded to get through.
The four people in this group didn't have much to pack. They just wrapped the Mo Dao, which seemed to have never been used, in a cloth and put it on Ye Xie You's back. It was the only luggage.
I didn't want to say hello to anyone and have a sentimental farewell. After the postman from the capital read out the document and the Taoist priests dispersed, Ye Xieyou was carried on his back in the middle of the night, followed by two great monks. Behind the postman, he went down the mountain.
Although the dark face of the postman with a yellow flag on his back looks young, he is still an old man in the capital post. According to him, he has been doing this job for seven or eight years. When he received this task, he had already told him that there was a big shot of the Ye family in this mountain. , so after hearing that he was reporting home at midnight, the postman knelt down on one knee with his fists clasped, performing the salute of a junior in the military.
Everyone in the entire Zhou Dynasty knew that the only king with a different surname in the court was born in the military. He had been marching and fighting for more than 20 years. His disciples were older, so it was reasonable to meet someone with a military salute among the officials and their families.
The postman said: "I once served in the imperial city's Beiya Shence Army, and I have met the third young master and the second young lady." Since he had no official or position, he did not dare to accept this courtesy, so he hurriedly helped him up in the middle of the night.
"Since my brother is from Bei Ya, why did he become a postman?" Bei Ya traces its origins back to the beginning of the founding of the dynasty. It was originally a member of the Imperial City's Imperial Guard and was responsible for guarding. Later, more than thirty years ago, barbarian tribes invaded the capital. In the unexpected events, Ye Mu, who had just entered the court at that time, turned the tide and was named the patron king. After spending four years to build the capital city to protect the northern gate of the capital, Ye Mu wrote a letter, suggesting that sufficient imperial troops be stationed in the capital in preparation. When needed.
From then on, the imperial army was divided into two. The one stationed in the capital was called Bei Ya because it was in the north of the imperial city. The one stationed opposite in the capital was called Nan Ya.
This move was proposed by Ye Mulin, and the first batch of Bei Ya forbidden troops were also controlled by Ye Mu Lin. Nowadays, several named commanders of Bei Ya were just soldiers under Ye Mu Lin. Thinking of the old friendship, they decided to use Bei Ya The Yamen Imperial Army still observes the military salute of its subordinates when night falls.
And when he was young, he often followed the nightfall to the Bei Ya garrison in the middle of the night. In the eyes of the Bei Ya forbidden army, he also loved the house and the bird, and was the etiquette of the middle and lower ranks during the march.
Being helped up by Ye San Geng, the postman looked embarrassed, but he still laughed frankly and said: "I am weak and always lags behind in training, so I was kicked out." Ye Xia You, who was lying on Ye San Geng's back, curled his lips and said sarcastically. : "Who was the commander-in-chief of Beiya at that time? His head was all in a state of confusion? What kind of training did the gangtou army do? Who can cook faster?" The postman was frightened.
"Second Miss, we don't dare to talk nonsense. Commander Yao also made this arrangement because he was afraid that we would be in danger and we would not be able to protect ourselves."
"Commander Yao?" Ye Xiaer thought for a moment,
"Yao Jun? That old guy hasn't retired yet?" The postman didn't dare to answer. In the middle of the night, he asked helplessly: "Can you shut up?" Then he looked at the postman beside him who was following suit, and asked: "Is there anything new in the capital recently? I have been staying in the mountains for the past ten days, and the news is too limited." Zu was also easy to talk to and said: "If you want to talk about something new, let's change the name. Xibo is changed to Chang'an."
"How do you talk about this?" The postman opened his chat box, thinking that it was the remarks he heard while chatting with his colleagues, and he talked eloquently.
"On the fifteenth day, the lanterns were put out, and the saints patrolled the streets to watch. They said they saw the people were happy and peaceful. In addition, on that day, all the nations came to pay homage to the grand scene. The grand scene of shouting long live was really unprecedented and unprecedented. Emperor Wen Sheng returned After the palace, I guess he was also moved by emotion, and immediately drafted an edict to change the capital city Xibo to Chang'an, so that there will be long-term peace and stability." Just when Ye San Geng was about to speak, Ye Xieyou said disdainfully: "What a loud tone." Ye San Geng felt a headache. ,
"You are louder." Ye Xiayou straightened up on his younger brother's back, cleared his throat, and said in a pedantic manner, "Am I still wrong? After Emperor Taizu Tianwen unified the north and south, He followed Huang-Lao's theory of recuperation, doing light corvee and paying little tax, and encouraged farming and mulberry farming. Until the reign of Emperor Wu Jian, he followed the advice of Gu Mingzhi, the chief minister of the cabinet, and implemented a policy of quietness and inaction, working with the people and governing with ease. Rent, measure the salary of officials, and use the officials to give money to the people. In the thirty-five years of his reign, there were no gains in the palaces, palaces, gardens, dogs and horses, and the emperor. In the thirty-year reign of Emperor Wu Jian, the government did not leave the house, and the world was peaceful. , Xing is not used often, sinners are rare, people are doing crops, and they have enough food and clothing. After Emperor Wen Sheng came to the throne, he inspected the treasury. What did the officials say: The money in the capital is hundreds of thousands, and it is rotten and cannot be corrected. The millet in Taicang is Chen. Chen Xiangyin is full of corruption and cannot be eaten. Emperor Wen Sheng is just picking up people's wisdom, but he has the nerve to express his feelings. He has not been able to develop and maintain the achievements for five generations, so he can express it." To his sister who has always been open-minded. Ye Sangen, who was helpless, smiled bitterly and said, "Sister, I'm going to behead you." The postman next to him lowered his head even further.
In the middle of the night, he said: "Brother, don't think too much. My sister has always spoken freely, so you should just listen to her." The postman wisely closed his mouth and stopped talking.
I dare not speak anymore. Who knows what other treacherous remarks this woman will say, it's really scary.
The postman lowered his head and only focused on moving forward. The posthorse was not allowed to go up the mountain, so he could only walk all the way. In the middle of the night, I suddenly stopped because I was visiting Youting Pavilion just before me, and there was a person inside.
The leopard is prostrate on the ground, and the oriole stands on its back, shaking its head and combing its feathers. The little Taoist boy stood in the pavilion, and when he looked this way, he was even more at a loss.
Ye Xiayou could naturally notice the sudden stop in the middle of the night. He stood up slightly and before opening his mouth, the third watch of the night had already said: "Zhang Yunji should be waiting for you." Regarding this, he must prove the truth for himself and let himself wait. The little Taoist boy of the first century, Ye Xiayou, couldn't say he had any excessive thoughts.
Since the coming-of-age ceremony, I have received many invitations from aristocratic young masters and handsome young men in the capital, but to be honest, it is like a few days ago when a young man of twelve or thirteen years old expressed his love in public. This was really the first time, and it made Ye Xiayou extremely embarrassed.
She got off the younger brother's back and was taken to the Youting Pavilion by his younger brother. This blind woman, who was called a lotus tongue by the holy master, seemed to have no idea what to say for the first time.
The little Taoist boy rubbed the corners of his clothes, his young face as red as the morning glow. The embarrassing atmosphere was so overwhelming that Xiao Daotong finally couldn't help but say
He was interrupted by the question "Let's go", but he said another sentence in the night
After answering "Yes", silence returned again. Finally, after exhaling for a long time, the little Taoist boy seemed to have made a great determination and said, "Will you come to Wudang again in the future?" Ye Xiayou
"Hmm" said.
"When I grow up, Master promises me to go down the mountain, can I go find you?" Ye Xieyou didn't know what to say.
"Hmm" said.
"That's good." Xiao Daotong was extremely happy when he heard the answer he wanted.
"You don't have to wait for me, you don't have to wait for anything. Quan Dang has encountered this calamity on his path to cultivation. Now he is unable to escape from the calamity, so he has to draw the ground as a prison. He dare not ask for the benefactor's favor. Just by saying yes, Xiao Dao will know it. Donor, the road ahead is long. We hope you will cherish it." The little Taoist boy held the ceremony.
Ye Xia turned around, but she didn't speak.
"Have a nice journey, donor." She climbed onto her brother's back and said
"Hmm" said. The voice was small, but he smiled slightly. …………
"Why don't you speak?"
"Sleepy."
"Sister, it hasn't been an hour since I woke up."
"Go back to sleep."
"..." Ye San couldn't help but curse, what a wonderful fate.
"Don't sleep, I'll recite a rhyme to you."
"Oh, you still carry this?"
"Listen." That year, there was a girl from Loulan who left without saying goodbye, a boy who was drinking and drunk, and a girl who was drunk and knocked on the wine bowl, the dish plate, and the edge of the table. After the little ballad.
"With a thin glass of wine, I passed by, laughed, talked about chopsticks, poured cups, and watched the worldly affairs. I was drunk, regardless of the fate of the mortal world. I woke up and looked at the passing years. The willow color dominated the willow color at dawn on March 3. The wind chased the moon. I fell asleep. Someone was riding a horse across the river. The reflection in the water was not a willow tree. There are three thousand, but the painting is full of beauty. The Hongmen is windy and sandy. The sky is outside and the sky is covered with Wu hooks. It is natural that someone is riding horses to hold a banquet. After the drinkers leave, the tea is cool. Who should add it? Who should add ink and wash outside? Who is waiting for you in the courtyard? Herod's horse The sound is quiet, look at who is smiling at the door, but the pear vortex is missing. Do you know that this banquet is held for all kinds of reasons, but just to take a look at you, Qianqian. Do you know that this banquet is placed alone on both sides of the seats, just for the beauty of your appearance? I have calculated that the great road should last for nine days, but I can't bear the cycle of spring and autumn. I can't wait for you to return. Who will give up the Hongmen Banquet? Prepare three or four bowls of sake to attract you. Gossip or three talents only hope that I can trap you and go to hell together for a hundred years. Who will give up the Hongmen Banquet? I wonder if the wine is too bland. I pushed you out of the West Tower of Xie Xuan or the Hua Fang. I only wish I could catch a glimpse of you in a moment. Who will guard the Hongmen Banquet alone for ten thousand years? Who will sit alone in front of the banquet? You must go south and go back to the small building. Recite Jingnu several times, but there is no pipa. Whose face is half-covered, the glass is empty, and the green shirt is wet. This banquet delicacy is incomparable to the world, and it is like eating Coptis chinensis. It is miserable, but I wish you a long-lasting peace."
"Who wrote this?"
"The second young lady of the Ye family made a drunken mistake."
"It's...really poorly written."
"Why is it bad? Where is it bad? I think it's pretty good."
"It sucks here."
"Huh? Ye Xia You, this is really not like you."
"Why is it different?"
"So small."
"God arranged it the best."
"...You seem to be right." He opened the door to his mother, that's right. The woman on the back laughed until tears came out.
…………
"What are you looking at, you hammer? Everyone is gone."
"Master, it turns out that a pleasant journey is my farewell." The topless Taoist priest who suddenly appeared raised his head and thought seriously about the words of his only disciple.
After a long time, the wind blew and the sun climbed up, illuminating the golden top. Sunny.
"Master, there is sand in my eyes."
"My dear mother, what about no?"
"As for that. But..."
"But what?"
"I seem to be very young."
"Small hammer, God has arranged for the biggest one."
"Master, what you said makes sense." The topless Taoist priest stretched out his waist. The first person in the Wudang generation who had never understood love in his life didn't know what to say at this moment.
He said softly: "There are sorrows in front of and behind the mountains. If there is no wind, you are not free. People come and go and let them flow. Spring and Autumn are free with or without rain."
