Hua Dan turned to look at Ye Wumian and said: "Young Master, Xin Jiaxuan once said, 'One breath is the same for heaven, earth and man, I don't know which one is my body'. Based on this reasoning, this Mr. 'I don't know what' is the most enlightened person." Wise.”
The same breath creates heaven, earth, and people, and I don’t know which one is my body.
This poem seems familiar.
That day in Changsha Prison, I was in a daze, with no thoughts in my mind except this poem.
Listening to it again today, I felt sleepless and in a trance, just like yesterday.
"Since ancient times, when people die, they all long for a tomb. If there is a tomb, there will be a stele, and if there is a stele, there will be inscriptions. A person as powerful as Wu Zhao, the empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty, would erect a wordless stele to express his sincerity, to represent the sun and the moon, and to wait for future generations. Heroes comment on their merits and demerits. Even though she was so ambitious, future generations still know that her bones are buried under the wordless monument."
Hua Dan bowed three times in front of the unknown grave, stood up and said with a smile: "Although this unknown grave has inscriptions, if it is written, it is as if it has not been written. Just from the tomb and the monument, nothing real can be seen. This kind of indifference and isolation is the only one that will not be recorded in history."
Sleepless nights and moving faces.
After looking at the inscriptions on the stele for a long time, I couldn't recognize the calligraphy style of the He family. It looked like a face and a willow tree, but Mr. Ou hid it in it. Suddenly I saw Zhao Mengfu, whose appearance and traces were three Su.
I don’t know if it’s the He family’s weird calligraphy.
Ye Wumian smiled and said: "I'm afraid this Mr. I don't know what he wants to tell us is that everything is unknowable; even the unknowable thing itself is unknowable."
Hua Dan's eyes turned into crescent moon smiles: "I have a different opinion. I don't know what Mr. He wants to say. The world is so vast that I don't know where to place my body. Even if my bones are buried in the ground, who will know who will be there a hundred thousand years later?" ? It would be better not to mention names or traces from the beginning, because sooner or later you will not know where you are. It is better not to know where you are from the moment you die, so as not to confuse future generations."
Ye Wumian smiled faintly, without replying or arguing. Finally, he took a look at the unknown grave, led his horse and left.
Hua Dan followed closely.
"As the young master said, you have no ties, no family, no sect, and you don't know where to go. But among all the living beings, Sumeru mustard seeds, bustling, coming and going, who can clearly know who this person is? ? Who can tell me why? Who knows where to go?"
Hua Dan was walking and talking, a whisk swaying with her steps. The afternoon wind blew the corners of her bun, and the golden sunlight slanted on her face, adding a touch of charm.
Ye Wumian didn't stop, just looked at her.
"who are you?"
That night I had a startling glimpse of Prince Ji's Mansion, and today I met by chance in the market. It seemed like a coincidence, but the words she spoke were every word, as if she had been prepared for them.
Ye Wumian finally became serious and became interested in her origins.
Hua Dan saluted and said, "The little girl's surname is Chu, and her name is Chu Yan."
"Chu, Chu Yan?" Ye Wumian asked tentatively. "Since you were in Prince Ji's Mansion that night, do you have any connection with Prince Ji or Prince Ji's Mansion?"
Huadan Chu Yan nodded truthfully: "Yes."
Ye Wumian's figure was slightly sluggish, his hand pressed on the hilt of the Qingzhi Sword, his expression gradually became wary: "According to this, we did not meet by chance, you are here to deal with me specifically for Prince Ji's Palace. of?"
It was very distressing that he could not see Chu Yan's martial arts cultivation. No matter from her breathing or walking steps, he could not feel anything about her cultivation level.
Since entering the martial arts world, this is the first time that when looking at a person's cultivation, his eyes are as clear as a blank.
Chu Yan did not speak, but waved his sleeves and robe, bringing up a gust of fragrant wind that blew the hair on Ye Wumian's forehead.
The fragrance is fragrant and refreshing, carrying the girl's body odor, just like an intimate contact.
Ye Wumian's face turned red, slightly surprised: "What...what do you mean?"
Chu Yan squinted his eyes, shook his head and smiled: "If I don't know Mr. He, I don't know what he means."
Ye Wumian felt the teasing, his cheeks turned red, and he said angrily: "You, are you kidding me?"
Chu Yan explained calmly: "I fanned a gust of wind, and you had to find out what it meant; I just appeared here, and you doubted whether I was here to target you... Young Master, have you been tensed up all day long?" A heartstring filled with many things and never relaxed for a moment?"
As she spoke, her slender body bowed slightly, and when she raised her head again, her face was filled with unsuspecting serenity.
"Sir, if I say that I just happened to appear here and met you, and I didn't come with any purpose for Prince Ji's Mansion, would you believe it?"
A brief feeling of shame arose in Ye Wumian's heart.
Indeed, as Chu Yan said, he was too preoccupied with his heart, which was always tense and rarely relaxed.
However, is this his fault?
After calming down, he nodded and said, "I believe it. In this case, let's say goodbye."
Holding Yun Sheng firmly against his chest, he clasped his fists and said goodbye to Chu Yan with a well-behaved Jianghu etiquette.
The sunset glow in the sky reflected in his eyes was fiery red and bright. Yun Sheng was already asleep.
Chu Yan looked at his eyes for a while, seeming to appreciate them.
Until he turned around.
She did not hesitate, her slim body followed him closely, half a body behind him, and refused to fall behind. She followed every step, but very steadily.
Ye Wumian had a strange face, his brows were furrowed but not relaxed, and he stopped talking many times.
Under the last ray of the setting sun, they had reached a deserted place. Finally, Ye Wumian couldn't bear it any longer. With a mixture of confusion and helplessness, he sighed and said, "Why are you still following me?" I?"
Chu Yan was silent for a while and said, "I'm not following you."
Ye Wumian broke into a cold sweat: "But you are obviously with me."
Chu Yan smiled and said: "I am following Wu Zhen Wu Tong."
She answered with the habit of sleepless nights, and the cold sweat broke out even more during the sleepless nights.
He said calmly: "It's so cold, what a cold joke."
After a while, Chu Yan let out a long breath and said: "Sir, since you said you don't know where you are going and are just wandering around in the rivers and lakes, what's the harm in taking me with you?"
The evening wind blew and blew their clothes.
The corners of their clothes touched together unconsciously, dancing erratically as if they were holding hands.
I had no sleep at night and was speechless for a while.
Does he really not know where to go?
No, there are many places he knows where to go: Wugong Mountain, Lushan Mountain, Chengdu...
But they are all entrusted by others and driven by various causes and conditions to go there.
If you look closely, there is no place where he went for himself.
No wonder when Chu Yan asked, his first reaction was to answer that he didn't know where he was going.
This body may be just like the Dongpo poem Liu Feng quoted when he laughed at him in prison, "The body is like a boat without ties."
I knew it was normal at the time.
At a certain moment, he was also asking himself, feeling lost.
"Who am I living for?"
Heaven and earth were speechless, no one answered him.
There is no answer to this question. If there is, it is for reference only.
In the winter wilderness, there is no chirping of insects or birds, only the rustling of soil and the shaking of dead branches.
Ye Wumian pulled off the corner of his clothes, and without looking at Chu Yan, he led the horse, determined the direction, and continued to move forward in the dark night.
"Sir, is the baby you are holding in your hand your son?" Chu Yan quickly followed, asking as he walked.
