The next morning, the cockcrow announced the dawn, and the fog was thick in the mountains.
Yan Longyu didn't see Hua Fengju when he opened his eyes. He applied the medicine sent by his old servant Grandpa He last night, and the injuries on the young man's body were no longer painful.
After a brief wash, the young man left the bamboo house alone and walked towards the small fenced yard next door with a slight limp. Mr. Qin said last night that he wanted to see him if he had something to do, so Yan Longyu went to see him in advance.
Over the years, thanks to Mr. Qin's careful supervision day after day, the young man did not have the habit of sleeping in. Over the years, Yan Longyu has not been afraid of Qin Ruoyang, but more respected, especially after learning about this old gentleman's past experience.
After entering the courtyard, Yan Longyu said hello to Grandpa He, the old servant who was chopping firewood at the door, and then went into the main hall.
There are two book desks in the main hall, facing a Taishi chair. There are one word and one painting hanging on the wall. The "character" is the three characters "shanshuijian" written by Emperor Dahuan himself. The brushwork is as smart as a snake, and the "painting" is It is a picture of a withered pine, decadent but powerful.
Qin Ruoyang, who is already over 60 years old, has bad legs and feet. Especially in autumn and winter, the pain often keeps him awake all night. But he doesn't like to use a cane and always likes to stand when teaching knowledge to his two children. He taught the two teenagers everything, and he looked serious on the surface, but when he got to a heroic point in his lectures, he would be in a different mood and not look tired at all.
In fact, he cherished these two children. When the old man came back from the mountain every ten days, he would often bring back some gadgets for the children down the mountain. However, he could not bring himself to give them to the two children in person, so he had to wait until the children were asleep at night. After getting off, he secretly placed the gadgets on their desks, and continued teaching the two of them with a straight face the next day as before.
Once, Yan Longyu received a small gadget and wanted to break the casserole and ask who gave it to them. When he asked Qin Ruoyang, he was "annoyed" and punished him by copying three thousand words. From then on, the two children only They knew that this gadget used to coax children was given to them by Mr. Qin.
After Yan Longyu entered the main hall, he saw Mr. Qin already standing in front of his grand master's chair, and Dugu Haodang was also there, but there was one more person who made the young man feel particularly strange, Hua Fengju.
Uncle Feng has never been interested in learning, so why is he here with Mr. Qin today?
Yan Longyu tilted his head and glanced at Hua Fengju in confusion, then bowed to Qin Ruoyang and said, "Good morning, Mr. Qin, good morning, Uncle Feng. Sir, you called me here so early. Do you have any instructions?"
Dugu Haodang, who was dressed in black and had his hair tied up, walked up to Yan Longyu and said with a cold face: "Kneel down, sir, you have something to say."
Yan Longyu made an unknown sound, knelt down slowly with a frown, and looked at Hua Fengju who was standing aside with a strange expression again, but the middle-aged man curled his lips and avoided his sight.
The main hall was eerily quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the old servant chopping firewood outside.
Qin Ruoyang, who was still tall despite his age, slowly sat down on the Grand Master's chair, majestic and solemn, "Long Yu, listen to me."
"I, Qin Ruoyang, am called the Emperor's Master in this life, but I am actually an abandoned son. Thanks to the guidance of the immortal, I was able to escape death with His Highness, and I have managed to survive till now."
"I know that teachers of the Son of Heaven are not allowed to recruit disciples without authorization. So there are only three anonymous disciples under my sect so far. Two of them are working under the current third prince of Wu Zhaohuanzhou, Dugu Shuo. One is named Zhang Dongchu and the other is named Situ Lang. Although a person has great virtues but no great talents, it is difficult for him to take on important responsibilities. There is another person you should know, Mr. Xu Zhiqing, a teacher from the southern suburbs of Fulong County. This man is smart and resourceful, but he is too affectionate to be called a vulgar word."
Yan Longyu nodded solemnly. He did know Xu Zhiqing, a nerd who made a living by selling calligraphy and painting in a school in the southern suburbs of Fulong County.
But the young man was very curious as to how his husband knew that he knew that nerd.
Qin Ruoyang looked at the young man kneeling on the ground, narrowed his eyes and continued: "It's just that I know that I am old and my time is short, but I still can't let go of what I have learned in this life. Therefore, I, Qin Ruoyang, will boldly accept you Yan Longyu today Please agree to close the door for me as a disciple!"
Hua Feng raised her hands and smiled without saying a word.
Dugu Haodao said: "Uncle Feng and I both agree that I will accept you as my disciple, Long Yu, everything is up to you."
Yan Longyu was flattered. He didn't get up, nor did he rush to reply. Instead, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
Yan Longyu had a determined look in his eyes, and said seriously: "My disciple has received the kindness of taking me in, taking care of me, and teaching me my profession. Long Yu will never forget it for the rest of my life, and I can't repay him in return. Today I would like to worship you as my teacher! I will spread the branches and leaves for you!" Passing the torch!"
Qin Ruoyang, an old Confucian scholar, was sitting on the Grand Master's chair. His serious face seemed to bloom for a moment, and he burst out laughing. "Hahaha, treat people sincerely, keep your emotions and anger hidden, and have compassion without being ostentatious. If you have a disciple like this, I will never do it again." There is nothing else to ask for.”
The old man immediately raised his head and looked outside the house and said loudly: "Qin has disobeyed and accepted a disciple. After his death, he will apologize to the emperors of the Dugu clan! Please also ask the ancestors of the Dugu clan not to embarrass my disciple."
The old Confucian scholar was so happy for the first time in more than ten years.
Qin Ruoyang stood up, staggered forward and helped Yan Longyu, who was kneeling, and took out a handwritten book from his sleeve and handed it to Yan Longyu's hand, "Ignore the eight rules and six rituals of apprenticeship. From now on. , you, Yan Longyu, are my close disciples, Qin Ruoyang. There will not be much time left to teach you again. This book is annotated by my experience in life. Today I give it to you. Please read it if you have no business. This book There is also a letter from me to you, don’t rush to open it now, you might as well open it and read it later if you are in doubt about life and death."
Yan Longyu saw Mr. Yan's old face with ravines up close, and the tip of his nose suddenly felt sore. What a hero! In front of him, there is no longer a master of Emperor Huan who can conquer thousands of miles. There is only a skinny old man who is eager to pass on the mantle.
Sir is old.
The young man lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand, and said with a forced smile: ""The Art of War", what a domineering name."
The old Confucian scholar raised his eyes and looked at the two young people he had watched grow up. Countless past experiences from his youth emerged in his eyes and could not be calmed down for a long time.
I, Qin Ruoyang, have never bowed my head to anyone in my life! Isn't my original intention of writing "The Book of Confucian Hegemony" to tell the warriors in the court who look down on scholars how come scholars can no longer lead troops?
Literati also have millions of heroes in their chests! The words in my military book are like soldiers, with pen, sword, ink and arrows.
"Child, bring me my pen and ink."
The young people were delighted when they heard what their husband said. Dugu Haodang handed over his pen, and Yan Longyu spread paper and polished ink.
Qin Wentian, who was alone in his life, immediately took up his pen and wrote:
Young people have their own teenage madness, they despise Tianlang and laugh at Wenchang. Sharpen your sword for fifteen years, and you will test your edge one day.
Once you achieve success and become famous far and wide, anyone in the world will be crazy. Shine on the lintel, regardless of the heat of the world.
Wherever he travels as a prime minister or an official, he never forgets what he is doing, and he is a man who recites books.
…
The old Confucian still had some unfinished business and slowly put away his pen.
Hua Fengju watched the old man finish writing one stroke at a time, and a light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The two young men looked at the black and white words in front of them and yearned for it.
Qin Ruoyang slowly turned his head to Yan Longyu. Looking at the child's clear eyebrows, the old man seemed to be waking up from a dream, and said with a deep smile: "Yan Longyu, the word washes away the dust. How good!"
Dragon rain washes away the dust!
Yan Longyu was shocked when he heard this, and then he bowed to Qin Ruoyang again, "Thank you, Mr. Sir, for the words!"
Standing aside, Hua Fengju looked like an old father whose child had been praised. He covered his mouth with his fingers and smiled proudly, murmuring: "Yan Xichen, what a good name."
The old man seemed a little tired and slowly sat back on the master's chair, "I won't be teaching these days. Washing the dust, you and His Highness Dugu go down the mountain for a walk today.
Xu Zhiqing sent a message saying that he has something to tell you in person! You also bring a letter to him for me. "
Yan Longyu asked in confusion: "How does that nerd know that I know you, sir?"
Qin Ruoyang replied: "I told him."
Yan Longyu took the letter handed to them by his husband and looked at each other with Dugu Haodang. They both saluted Mr. Qin and walked out of the small courtyard at the same time. Went down the mountain.
Qin Ruoyang and Hua Fengju were left in the main hall of the bamboo house.
Hua Fengju looked at the old Confucian scholar who was leaning on the Grand Master's chair with his eyes closed, and said respectfully, "It's time to go out. Has Mr. Qin made arrangements for His Highness?"
The old man opened his eyes slightly and said in an intermittent hoarse voice: "I have already laid out a game of chess in the northwest. It is only a matter of time before His Highness ascends the throne for his father."
"Before that, I have to meet a few old friends. I'm afraid it will be the last time in my life. Your Highness, I'll ask Feng Jue to take care of them."
"Feng Jue can rest assured. When the time comes, even if I die, the Third Prince Dugu Shuo will also take His Highness away."
Hua Fengju sighed, "If I'm not wrong, Mr. Qin must have given your orders when Dugu Shuo, the third prince of Dahuan, led a whole state of Huan State to surrender to Wu Zhao."
"Let me tell you, no matter how chaotic the Huan Kingdom is, no matter whether the emperor is Dugu Nan or Dugu Bei, he will still belong to his Dugu clan after all. Mr. Qin, why are you wasting your time?
Everyone says that the Qin and Song dynasties were the ultimate literati, but now that the Song dynasty is dead, you are the only one in the world, so why should you risk your life? "
Qin Ruoyang waved his hand, "Feng Jue is from the Jianghu. If a Jianghu person dies in the Jianghu, this is his destination. And I, Qin Ruoyang, am a scholar. If a scholar dies in a country, this is my destination!"
The old man said in a low voice and slowly: "I have a breath of awe-inspiring power. I won't be happy if I don't spit it out!"
"Then what are Feng Jue's plans? Should he take the son of the Sword Immortal back to Xishu, or go to Yanbei?"
Xishu Fengjue imitated his nephew Yan Longyu, bowed and saluted the old man, then walked out of the house and said with a smile: "I will take him wherever he wants to go. We can call him home anywhere in the world!"
"By the way, I, Hua Fengju, have never been fond of scholars who go around and make mysteries. But you are always an exception. I, Hua Fengju, admire you!"
The old man stood up to return the salute, but was blocked by Hua Feng who had already gone out and waved his hand.
Qin Ruoyang looked outside the room, dazed, and murmured softly: "If I could have been born a few decades later, maybe I could have a drink with Feng Jue. Your temperament is actually very similar to mine back then."
The old servant who had been chopping firewood at the door did not know when he stood next to the old Confucian scholar, "It is okay to entrust His Highness to Hua Fengju, but you go south to the south of the Yangtze River to find Lin Hejing, and go to Yuhua City to meet Queen Dugu. I must Follow you!"
Emperor Dahuan's master Qin Ruoyang grinned and said without any airs, as if joking with an old friend: "Why, are you afraid that I will die in Wu Zhao!"
The old servant with a scar on his face smiled knowingly, "With me here, as long as you don't want to die, no one can take your life."
