Yuan Sheng made a lot of noise in the mountains, but this movement was only limited to Guishan, and more was only felt by the towns around Guishan.
The gods and men in the mountains moved mountains and filled them up, which naturally caused the surrounding earth to tremble. It is impossible to feel nothing.
Yuan Sheng's movement only aroused the feeling of towns within a hundred miles radius, but there was only a carriage and horse outside Kaifeng Mansion, but it shocked the hearts of all the Gonggun princes in the temple.
It's not that the chariot and horses are so extraordinary, it's just that the name of the person in the chariot and horse is enough to touch the hearts of all the nobles in the temple.
"Mr. Xi, are you nervous?"
Wang Anshi also knew that when he entered the territory of Kaifeng Mansion, countless eyes and ears were watching him. However, at this moment, Wang Wengong looked calm, and he was even still concerned about Xi Xiucai sitting in front of him.
Perhaps due to the fatigue from the long journey, Xi Xiucai's face looked quite pale, even worse than Wang Wen Gong in front of him.
After making an appointment to go to Beijing to meet the saint that day, Wang Wengong did not delay for a moment, but took Xi Xiucai on the journey day and night vigorously and resolutely.
In just six days, the two carriages and horses traveled from Huo County to Kaifeng Mansion.
I don't know if Wang Wen Gong always does things like this, or if Wang Wen Gong has other plans in mind, Xi Xiucai always feels that the old man in front of him seems to be acting in a hurry?
"Thank you for your trouble, the student is just thinking about meeting the official, and he is quite scared..."
Xi Xiucai listened to Wang Wenguan's words and spoke honestly.
After several days of eating and sleeping together, plus the fatigue of traveling and traveling, Wang Wengong also tested Xi Xiucai's knowledge and found out what Xi Xiucai knew in the mountains when he had nothing to do.
Over time, although Wang Anshi never accepted Xi Xiucai as his student, Xi Xiucai himself called himself a student.
It's not that Xi Xiucai is a powerful person, but Wang Anshi is a literary master. The real reason is that Xi Xiucai has a lot of knowledge and has the ability to accept disciples.
In addition, although Wang Wengong's power in the court was much less than before, he was still a holy family member, and he was granted the title of Duke. Being close to such a figure was only a small gain for Xi Xiucai, and calling him a teacher was even more obvious. close.
"There is no need to be alarmed. Today's officials are divine, civilized, and martial. They have the world in mind. When you meet an official, just tell them everything you know. That will be a merit but no fault."
"This trip is even more of an opportunity for you."
"If you win the favor of officials, you may be able to reach the sky in one step, and you will be able to display your ambitions."
Listening to Xi Xiucai's words, Wang Wengong expressed his comfort again.
But when the wind blew through the bead curtain, Wang Wengong looked at the Kaifeng Mansion in the distance, and he couldn't hide the complicated look in his eyes.
After being dismissed as Prime Minister for the second time, Wang Anshi had already thought of dying in the countryside. He had made too many enemies during this court and had no intention of returning to Kaifeng Mansion.
It's just that things in this world are unpredictable, and he never thought that he would return to Kaifeng Mansion today because of the immortals and gods.
"Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty once ridiculed Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty for not asking about the common people and ghosts and gods, and lamented that Jia Yi was so pitiful that he was sitting in front of the table in the middle of the night!"
"But how similar is what I did today to that Jia Yi?"
"If it weren't for the impending disaster, maybe a hundred years from now, Guan Moyue and I would have become the two people who will be ridiculed by future generations?"
Seeing the Kaifeng Mansion in front of him, Wang Anshi suddenly had such thoughts in his heart. However, this thought only arose for a moment, and was instantly extinguished by Wang Wengong.
Changes in the sky are just around the corner. He is confident that he is not the Jia Yi who sat down at the front desk in the middle of the night. Today's officials are not the kind of king who doesn't care about the people or ghosts and gods.
"The Kaifeng Mansion is right in front of me, and I am no longer as uneasy as I thought. Or maybe seeing the scenery from higher up, I am suddenly enlightened?"
Wang Anshi thought softly in his heart, and followed the huge flow of people into Bianjing City of the Song Dynasty.
"Or maybe you met the young god in the mountains, and you know that the young god has great powers, so you really can't worry about the god, right?"
"It's not that I still want to ask for immortality at my age. It's actually that the deity's actions make people feel worried, even more so with you."
"If what I want goes well, I hope to be a sweeper in that mountain scripture pavilion."
"It's not that I still want to seek immortality or seek immortality at my old age, but I really want to see that god close by."
"Although I know in my heart that I probably won't be able to persuade the gods and immortals, but seeing that the gods and immortals can conquer the whole of Xia with just a few clicks makes me really uneasy."
"If I become a sweeper in the mountains, at least when the gods are angry, my old bones can make the gods vent their anger."
Wang Anshi sighed softly in his heart. It was not that Xi Xiucai thought that he acted vigorously and resolutely, but that Wang Anshi really wanted to finish his work at the bottom of the mountain and then go into the mountain.
In Wang Anshi's eyes, the gods and men in the mountains are indeed gods and men, but the gods and men do not act in the right way, and they do not have the compassion of gods and gods.
If one day the god-man is in a bad mood, and something like this happens again, it will be obvious that the land of Zhuxia will never have such good luck again.
Wang Anshi's trip was just to obtain a building edict, and to prepare a copy of the Song Dynasty's collection of martial arts, which he personally sent to the mountains.
He didn't ask for anything else, he just wanted to sit in a sutra tower in the mountains for the rest of his life. If Yuan Sheng acts like he did that day again, Wang Anshi will always be in love with him, and he is close to the mountains, so he may be able to persuade him.
Even if he dies after this persuasion, Wang Anshi feels that he deserves to die!
But Wang Anshi didn't know that when he entered the capital, there was another middle-aged man with disheveled hair in the imperial prison of the Song Dynasty. He heard the words of the prisoner, and Wang Anshi, the former prime minister, entered Kaifeng Bianjing.
The disheveled middle-aged man only pricked up his ears. When he heard that Wang Anshi entered Kaifeng Mansion because of the immortal god's coming to the world, the disheveled young man couldn't help but have a sarcastic look on his face and sneered again.
Listening to the jailer's conversation with great interest, the middle-aged man couldn't help laughing loudly.
"Don't you think that Mr. Linchuan and Duke Shu actually wanted to imitate Jia Yi?"
This middle-aged man had been in prison for an unknown period of time, and he had no idea about the changes in the outside world. In other words, he only heard from the prisoner that there was a god coming to the world.
Although this middle-aged man is fond of immortal things, when he really listened to such immortal things from the jailer's mouth, he actually had a look of disdain on his face.
But I can't help it. The prisoners in the prison have been talking about such things a lot in recent days. Naturally, the middle-aged people inevitably keep it in their hearts.
Now when I heard that Wang Wengong had returned to Kaifeng Mansion because of such miraculous things mentioned by such a man in the market, the middle-aged man's face became even more sarcastic.
But I don’t know whether this middle-aged man is mocking Wang Anshi, the Gonggun princes in the temple, or the official family of the Song Dynasty!
As for the prisoners outside the prison, listening to the middle-aged man's loud words, they all just looked at each other and remained silent.
It seems that these prison guards are also very afraid of the people in prison?
However, through the hidden light of the prison, one can still see that the middle-aged man's mocking face also had a bit of sadness. This sadness was even more sad for Wang Wengong.
"When did you, Wang Wengong, become such a person?"
In a daze, I could hear the middle-aged man murmuring.
Thinking about the sneer he had earlier, I am afraid that this middle-aged man was not really laughing at Wang Wen Gong, but more like laughing at the official family of the Song Dynasty and the Dukes in the temple!
As for this middle-aged status, it is quite simple.
However, the three of them, father and son, were all among the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. They were quite accomplished in calligraphy, painting, poetry, and gourmet food. They had spent half their lives relying on their own younger brothers to make money for themselves as unhappy literati.
This scholar’s surname is Su and his given name is Shi...
There were many misunderstandings between Su Shi and Wang Wengong in his early years, most of which were caused by literary disputes.
But after Wang Wen announced his old age and returned to his hometown, Su Shi saw the Gong Gong princes in the temple again, and he couldn't help but feel that the temple was full of rotten wood and the officials were nothing more than beasts and beasts.
Of course, Su Shi felt that his younger brother was an exception. After all, his younger brother Su Che had really worked hard to get promoted in order to make money for himself...
At this moment, Su Shi heard that Wang Wengong returned to Kaifeng Mansion in this way, and then saw that he was in prison, so it was no wonder that Su Shi made sarcastic remarks.
As for why Su Shi fell into prison at this time, it was just that he happened to encounter the Wutai Poetry Case this year.
Wang Anshi didn't know that the younger people in the prison were not worried about their own situation, but were worried about him.
At this time, Wang Anshi was only wearing simple clothes, and he didn't care about the fatigue of the carriage. After settling down with Xiucai, he entered the palace alone and went to the imperial study room.
Seeing the official family of the Song Dynasty who had been waiting for a long time in the imperial study room again, the monarch and his ministers, who had been apart for many years, looked at each other with a lot of emotion.
"Jiefu, have you met that divine man?"
When the monarch and his ministers sighed for a moment, Zhao Xu didn't care about his official style, but looked at Wang Anshi in front of him impatiently.
Seeing Zhao Xu's gaze in front of him, Wang Anshi sighed in his heart, but he nodded truthfully.
"I did meet the divine man in the mountains."
“I also witnessed with my own eyes that the gods were able to capture the stars in the universe while talking, and that they possessed vast supernatural powers with every move and gesture!”
As Wang Anshi nodded, he told Zhao Xu everything he had experienced in the mountains.
While Zhao Xu was listening to Wang Anshi's words, he couldn't help but think of that day when the big star outside the universe overwhelmed all the summers, and hundreds of millions of sentient beings were panicked and frightened.
Listening to Wang Anshi's words again about the gods raising their hands, water, fire, dragons flying in the sky, horned unicorns descending from the sky for nine days, and sacred trees supporting the mountains and falling down, Zhao Xu, an official of the Song Dynasty, turned red from suppressing his emotions at some point. It was as if he had forgotten to breathe.
After a long while, Wang Anshi could only hear a vague sentence from the official in front of him:
"I wish I could see the brilliance of gods and men, the power of reaching for stars, the sight of unicorns stepping on stars, water, fire, gods and dragons playing!"
After hearing about Yuan Sheng's supernatural powers in the mountains, Zhao Xu's face was flushed for a long time. When he said these words again, his face was even more cheerful, and his eyes were full of joy and passion.
The king of this country's past cultivation skills were forgotten by him at this moment, and he only wished that he could not see such a scene with his own eyes.
However, when Wang Wengong saw Zhao Xu like this, he sighed in his heart. Although emperors in ancient times were mostly people who wanted immortality.
But when he saw Zhao Xu in front of him, Wang Wengong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
PS: I wrote 6,000 words and deleted 3,000 words. I still have to revise them...
