Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 364
Of course they are the four talented women in the capital - including Princess Yufeng.

Princess Yufeng is still luxurious, Lu Youwei is still delicate, Bi Xuanji is still unmoved by wind and rain, the only thing that has changed is Xie Xiaoyan. Today, she has washed off the lead and picked off the pearl flowers. She looks four or five years younger than before. At the age of [-], only in the blink of an eye, there are still the ever-changing changes of the past.

Xie Xiaoyan made this change because of one thing, she resigned from the building!

She is no longer the number one oiran in Cuiyu Pavilion.

Leaving the building has been her dream for many years, but every time she proposes it, she is always rejected by her mother. Cuiyu Pavilion cannot be separated from her.What about now?The song "Legend of the White Snake" by the four talented women sent Cuiyu Pavilion to the top of the brothel in the capital, and in exchange, Cuiyu Pavilion gave her back her freedom.

For the much-anticipated trip to Qinglian, His Majesty personally toasted and sent off, and millions of people gathered in the capital. What kind of honor is this?

But he just didn't come!

Is it the reason for not being in the capital?

No!The real reason is not this, if he really wants to come, even if he is on the border of the Northern Kingdom, he can still come, if he doesn't come, it can only explain one thing, he doesn't care about this at all!

This is his free and easy, heroic, and maverick, but is this all?Not necessarily!Perhaps this also reflects another meaning, he, after all, is incompatible with the orthodox literary world!
The former made the girls infinitely intoxicated.

The latter made them uneasy.

Haining, the roof of Haining!
An exquisite gazebo, supported by four pillars, engraved with a poem on the pillars: The old man bid farewell to Haining Tower in the west, the fireworks will go down to Quzhou in March, the lonely sails are far away, the blue sky is gone, and only the Yangtze River flows into the sky.

These are the seven laws of the ages that Lin Su wrote down with a bit of a mischievous mentality before he went to Beijing for the imperial examination that day.

His original intention was to let Ding Hai, Yang Zhifu, and Baoshan fight.

The three bosses had a fight, and in the end, Zhifu Yang sealed the world with his official seal, and included this original poem with strong regional characteristics in the government office. Ding Hai had no choice but to add a gazebo on the roof of his house. , engrave this poem on it.

In other words, this poem is engraved here, which is really suitable for the occasion. The scribes on the top floor who go to Haining Building to eat will come up and sit down after eating and drinking.

Today, there were two people sitting in the gazebo.

Ding Hai and Lin Su.

A few months ago, to be precise, after Lin Su returned from Xizhou, he entrusted Ding Hai with one task: to find Yingying's mother!
Lin Su promised Guo Yingying that he would find a mother for her. He didn't have much energy on his own, so he entrusted this task to Ding Hai. The power behind Ding Hai was "Baixianglou", but Lin Su knew about Baixianglou. Yes, that day when he went to Xizhou, he was on the boat of Baixianglou. Caizhulian told him that members of the Scimitar Sect would not dare to act presumptuously on the boat of Baixianglou. This shows how powerful the power of Baixianglou is. .

Several months passed, and Ding Hai mobilized thousands of people from Baixiang Building to search the entire Dacang and the four countries around Dacang, but until now, they still haven't found it.

200 years is still too long.

For 200 years, it has really been a sea of ​​vicissitudes.

The pattern of the world has changed a lot, and the people in the world have changed beyond recognition.

In the vast sea of ​​people, it is ten thousand times more difficult to find a person who lived 200 years ago than to find a needle in a haystack.

But there are still clues...

The mermaid Yanji back then was not an unknown person. Her cultivation was so profound that she was well-known in the practice circle back then.Some people said that she was trapped in the ancient magic circle on Yandang Mountain, because someone had heard her singing in the depths of Yandang; Some people also say that whether it is Yandang or Wuxinhai, it is just a part of her journey. Her ultimate goal is to cross Wuxinhai to find someone. This person is her Taoist partner, her lover, or her daughter. biological father.

A bunch of clues were placed in front of Lin Su like this.

Lin Su was in a daze.

Three clues, three possibilities, the first is judged by sound, the second is judged by eyes, and the third is judged by logic.

No matter which one, there is a certain degree of credibility, but no matter which one, it is not the final answer.

"Keep searching, it's up to man to plan, but it's up to God to make things happen."

Handing over the heavy responsibility of finding someone to Ding Hai again, Lin Su is ready to leave.

Today is the ninth day of February, the Wanli Poyunshuo in the capital may have crossed the border of Nanyang Ancient Country, but he is still in Haining.

He has to go.

The next day, the sky was clear, and Lin Su woke up early. Luyi, Sister Chen, and Cui Ying were all there, hugging and kissing him, and it was considered to be seeing him off. When Lin Su's eyes moved to her, she watched all directions and listened to all directions, making sure that no one else was paying attention. She put her hand on her lips and gave him a kiss...

Stepping out of the West Courtyard, Qu Xiu and Yulou hugged their son and daughter and saw him off. Lin Su hugged the two little guys and kissed them affectionately. Xiao Lin Zhen giggled and pulled his ears , everyone laughed, saying that this little guy is too close to her uncle, even closer than to her father.

And finally the old lady.

The old lady put on a festive dress today, and Xiaotao held a package in both hands, and handed it to Lin Su: "Young Master, Madam made you a suit and a pair of shoes, you can take it with you."

The package was opened, and a set of scholar's clothes and a pair of cloth shoes lay quietly in it.

The madam smiled, with tears in her eyes: "Niang didn't know how to make shoes, but I also learned how to make these shoes from Mei Niang. They look very vulgar, and Saburo will just wear them."

Lin Su's heart surged with heat: "Mother, I have written poems for countless people, but I have never written for my mother. Let me write a poem for my mother today!"

Together, the gold paper comes out.

Pen down, write down...

"The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wandering son's body are tightly stitched before leaving, and the intention may be delayed. Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will repay the three springs..."Wandering Zi Yin", give it to my mother."

When the pen falls, the colorful light flows on the gold paper, unpredictable.

In the entire Lin Mansion, everyone was staring at this point of colored light, and their hearts jumped. Before leaving, was the poem five-color or seven-color?

Suddenly, blue light filled the sky and the earth, and blossoming green lotuses bloomed.

In the blue light, the song "Wandering Zi Yin" rose into the sky, turning into huge golden characters across the sky...

"Handed down green poems!" Lv Yi whispered.

"Handed down..." Qiushui Huaping in the attic breathed out softly.

"Oh my God..." Qu Xiu and Yulou looked at each other, and they both saw excitement in each other's eyes. The eyes of the two little guys in their arms were wide open, their hands and feet were flailing, and they seemed to be excited too.

The holy voice came from the air: "The handed down green poem "Yin of a wandering son", the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering son's body are tightly stitched before leaving, and the meaning may return later. Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will repay three springs, the author, Da Cang Lin Su!"

The entire Haining City looked up at the Lin Mansion, and the brothel song suddenly became silent...

Outside the courtyard wall, the prefect Yang, the eight great Confucians of Haining Academy, Ding Hai and others all had bright eyes...

The holy voice in the air continued: "Among the ancient poems, there was no filial piety before, and "Wandering Zi Yin" filled this gap. It is really commendable. I present you the cultural treasure 'You Zisuo'!"

A golden thread shot up through the air, one end shot into the center of Lin Mu's eyebrows, the other end into Lin Su's eyebrows, the golden light disappeared in a flash, Lin Su suddenly had a strange feeling, he could clearly feel the presence of his mother, It seems that no matter where he goes, he can know the position of his mother in the vast crowd.

Mother Lin looked up, with tears in her eyes: "Sanlang, no matter where you go, mother can feel where you are."

Lin Su opened his arms and hugged his mother gently: "Mother, the same is true for children!"

After bidding farewell to her mother and a group of great scholars outside, Lin Su soared into the sky and broke into the sky...

Above the sky, a picture flowed through his mind...

200 years ago, a lonely figure stepped out of the West Sea, leaving behind a young life, waiting quietly under the holy tree. 200 years later, this young life was finally born from its shell, but it was never found The person who left her in the first place.

This is the biggest sadness in Yingying's life!

What about himself?

The first night he stepped into this new world, he understood what a mother is!Even if this mother is only his mother in this physical body, she still gave him irreplaceable maternal love.

Every literary achievement of his brought shock to the world, but brought excitement and glory to his mother. Even the ancestor worship he didn't like was actually soaked in his mother's deep love.

He flew higher and higher, and gradually flew out of his mother's sight.

His mother gave him less and less guidance, but secretly cared more and more deeply.

He had heard from Xiaoxue that since the day he stepped into Xizhou, his mother suffered from insomnia all night. On many nights, she woke up in the middle of the night, opened the window on the west side, and gazed into the deep space for a long time.

That is the deepest concern, that is a pure and pure loving mother's heart!

Today, a "Wandering Zi Yin" was exchanged for a "Wandering Zisuo". This cultural treasure may not have any practical significance, but it is the gift Lin Su most wants to give to his mother.

Suddenly the clouds floated ahead, and a lotus platform appeared out of thin air, and Lin Su was included in it silently. Lin Su raised his eyes and saw Li Guihan.

Li Guihan smiled shallowly: "I heard that yesterday, at the gate of the Gongyuan in the capital, His Majesty personally led all the civil and military officials to see off the Qinglian team, which was cited as the highest honor in the literary world. Already! A poem handed down from the world, seeing you off yourself, is ten times more high-end than your Majesty’s farewell wine!"

This is true, it is indeed rare for His Majesty to send off wine, but how many people have there been in ancient and modern times?

Your Majesty's farewell wine can be copied, and the farewell poem handed down to the world is rare.

Lin Su smiled lightly: "In the past two years, my mother has been a little lost."

"Lost? Can't it be?" Li Guihan expressed surprise: "Her son has become the champion of the great Cang, and she is still lost?"

"It's not as you understand. In the past, my mother always scolded us and showed us the way, and she was very present, but now, we are all flying higher and higher. She can no longer show us the way, and she will be confused. Will be lost, this loss has nothing to do with whether we have met her expectations, but she began to doubt herself, doubt whether she is worthwhile, and whether she can keep up with her son's footsteps..."

Li Guihan's heart was also quietly touched: "In fact, I am also like this! Ever since I became a Daoist, my mother dared not train me or give me guidance. Although I felt a lot more relaxed, I also felt a little raw. Divided. Sometimes I travel far away from home, and I see her leaning against the window through Yuchan... It's a pity that I don't have your talent, so I can't write such a poem..."

This may be the unique relationship between parents and children...

When their children were young, their parents reprimanded, guided, and longed for their children to be obedient and upright.

When the children are really "on the road" and have stepped out of a height beyond the reach of their parents, the parents have changed. They dare not reprimand and guide their children because they know that their position and their knowledge are no longer enough to guide them. , They worry that their command is a blind command, and they worry that their children's future will be missed.So, they lowered their bodies and became more cautious in front of their children. They talked less and gave birth. However, in the dead of night, when their children traveled far, when their children climbed over hills, they would still Concern, just this concern, they no longer put it on their lips, no longer tell their children, but condense it on the window sill under the moon...

The clouds around the lotus platform are changing. In a moment, it has flown over Quzhou and entered Zhongzhou. Next, it is the Pearl River.

"Are you in a hurry to go today?" Li Guihan asked him.

"No hurry!" Lin Su shook his head lightly.

Today is the registration day for Qinglian's lecture, and the official lecture will be in three days, as long as you arrive today, there is no rush.They were riding on the Holy Treasure Daoxi, and the Daoxi traveled thousands of miles in an instant, and if they spoke fast, they could arrive in an instant.

"Then let's swim slowly like this!"

Daoxi came down from the sky and walked close to the surface of the Pearl River. Under their feet, there were countless ships, including official ships and fishing boats. There were fishermen, villagers and literati on them. In the southern land, flowers bloom early. Competing to open up, reflecting the south bank of Zhushui like fire.

Lin Su frowned slowly: "Why do I feel that the people below can't see us at all?"

They had just passed by a boat, and he clearly saw that several people were watching the scenery on the deck, and the road seal passed over their heads, without blinking their eyelids.

Li Guihan smiled: "The Daoxi is a holy treasure. How many people can see it when you travel around the world?"

Holy treasure!

San Bao is amazing!Lin Su sighed.

Li Guihan smiled lightly, the holy treasure, the treasure of a sage, is miraculous, but the seal and the cicada are actually nothing, they are just a partial door among the holy treasures of Wen Dao, and the real holy treasure of Wen Dao has to be Paper, ink and pen……

Holy pen, a stroke of heaven!
Sheng Mo, one point becomes eternal night!

Holy paper, let me tell a little story and you will know its horror...

Does the funeral state know?One of the thirteen prefectures of the Nine Kingdoms, there were originally 72 valleys in the buried state, and a large number of murderers gathered in the blood valley. When Sheng Yun traveled so far, a blank sheet of paper flew out, covering the Blood Valley with a radius of three thousand miles. The entire Blood Valley's peaks disappeared, the valleys were filled, and it became a large desert.The Confucian sage left a sentence: a piece of white paper seals the Valley of Blood, leaving it to future generations to draw a grand plan.

Lin Su was dumbfounded. A blank sheet of paper covered the three thousand li radius of the Dire Valley. From then on, the Dirty Valley disappeared and became a desert!

What kind of means is this?

Immortals are not as good...

"Where's Sheng Yan?"

"If a piece of holy paper for a Confucian sage embodies elegance, then the holy inkstone embodies arrogance. Do you know Wuding Mountain?" Li Guihan said: "Wuding Mountain is a bridge to other worlds. If the bridge is not destroyed, people from other lands can cross the border. 3000 years ago, the book sage sacrificed the holy inkstone, and one inkstone smashed down the Wuding Mountain, destroying this deadly passage, and only this world has been peaceful for thousands of years. "

Wuding Mountain appeared in Lin Su's mind...

Broken walls and mountains, floating in the air, it was smashed by an inkstone from the book sage...

Lin Su sighed deeply: "Tell me about the Holy Pen and the Holy Ink..."

"Holy pens and holy ink are the most used by sages. You can talk about the creation of the world in a day and night. You only need to know one thing to understand its power. In the past, a soldier sage cut a dragon's gate with a single stroke, and a drop of holy ink will kill you." The three-thousand-mile sea area has turned into eternal night, and the peace agreement between the Sea Clan and the Human Clan is not so much negotiated as it is made!"

(End of this chapter)