Golden Summoner

Facing the arrogant Wen Tianxiang, Emperor Song Gong stayed in the cell for a while, going over and over the few words to persuade him to surrender. Afterwards, Xia Ping'an didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, and he didn't bother to argue with him anymore. , just keeping his mouth shut and saying nothing, Emperor Song Gong stood in the cell for a while, but finally he couldn't stay any longer, so he had to sigh and said sadly, "Master Wen's loyalty to the Song Dynasty is known to the world. I am doing this for your own good...but, some things are past, I have let them go, so what else can you not let go of? It is said that those who know the current affairs are heroes, Mr. Wen, think about it!"

After speaking, Emperor Song Gong walked out of the cell.

"I... send you off to your Majesty!" Xia Pingan finally opened his eyes and said to Emperor Song Gong's back.

When Emperor Song Gong heard the voice, his body trembled slightly, and he seemed to want to turn his head, but in the end he did not turn around to take a look, but quickly left the cell, his back a little lonely.

Looking at Emperor Song Gong's leaving figure, Xia Ping'an also sighed in his heart. The kings of subjugated countries always want to be rich and contented, but some of them will end well.

Seeing Duke Ying returning without success, the head of the Bingmasi cell stood waiting outside the door carefully like a hotel manager, and asked tentatively, "Master Wen, it's lunch time now, I'll let you Please bring some food for the adults. The summer has been very hot these past two days, so I asked someone to make some iced sour plum soup to relieve the heat!"

Wen Tianxiang is the most important person to His Majesty. If he does something bad in prison, his life will probably be over. Therefore, the head of the Soldiers and Horses Cell is extremely careful about Wen Tianxiang. Torture? Wen Tianxiang suffered it before before he was transferred to the prison of the Military and Horse Division. Wen Tianxiang did not give in at all. Your Majesty saw that torture was useless and was afraid that it would really kill Wen Tianxiang, so he did not dare to use it again.

Xia Pingan turned to look at the man outside the cell. His heart moved and he asked softly, "I am in prison every day. I don't know the sun and the moon. I have forgotten how long it has been since I came here. What year is this year?"

The man outside the cell was stunned for a moment, and then said, "This is the eighteenth year of the Yuan Dynasty!"

In the eighteenth year of the Yuan Dynasty, that was 1281, and now it was the sweltering heat. Xia Pingan's heart moved, and he finally understood that this was the time.

"Come here and help me sharpen my ink. I want to write something..." Xia Ping'an said directly to the cell leader, just like he ordered the book boy around him.

The prison boss did not dare to neglect and hurriedly came in to polish the ink. Whatever Wen Tianxiang wrote, His Majesty in the palace was the first reader. During these days, His Majesty read all the poems Wen Tianxiang wrote in prison and ordered them to be written down. What Wen Tianxiang writes must be sent to the palace as soon as possible.

Under the gaze of the man outside the cell, Xia Pingan walked to the desk and stood there for a full quarter of an hour as if in trance. Then he picked up the pen on the desk, dipped it in ink, and wrote three words on the paper. ——"Song of Righteousness".

After pausing for a moment, Xia Pingan's words surged out like a mighty river with majestic momentum.

——I was imprisoned in the North Courtyard, sitting in an earthen room. The room is eight feet wide and four feet deep. The single leaf is low and small, the white space is short and narrow, dirty and dark. On this summer day, all kinds of air are in full bloom: it rains for four times and floats on the bed, then it is water vapor; when mud is applied for half a day, steaming and soaking, it is earthy; sometimes it is sunny and hot, and the wind is blocked in all directions. When the time is right, it is the air of the sun; when the eaves are overcast, it promotes inflammation, and when it is the time it is the fire air; when the warehouse is full of decay, and the odor is overwhelming, it is the air of the rice; when the shoulders are mixed, and there is fishy sweat and dirt, the time is the air of the people; It may be polluted, mutilated corpses, or rotting rats, and the bad gas will be mixed out, and it will be filthy gas. It's time to count the qi, and those who do it are rarely bad. But he was weak and looked down on him for two years. Fortunately, he was fine. It was because he was well nourished. However, what does Anzhi support? Mencius said: "I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring Qi." That Qi has seven, and I have one Qi. If one is against seven, why should I suffer! What is so great is the righteousness of heaven and earth, so make a song of righteousness.

After writing this, Xia Pingan stopped writing, closed his eyes, remained still, as calm as a mountain, and the breath in his body was accumulating bit by bit, as if he was brewing something.

Just looking at the words written by Wen Tianxiang, the prison guard next to him was dumbfounded. His mouth felt dry and his body was trembling slightly. To be the prison guard here, he is naturally literate and educated. I never thought that in Wen Tianxiang's writings, this simple and dirty soldier's cell would have such majestic and majestic energy. The four seasons of heaven and earth, and the righteous way of the world, are all in this cell.

It’s just that the opening chapter is so impressive, but how will the following articles fill the world and be so majestic and brilliant?

Seeing Xia Ping An's pen hanging motionless and holding his breath, the cell leader's heart was pounding and sweat was already dripping from the tip of his nose, because he had a premonition that he would witness an eternally famous article appearing in front of him.

The next second, Xia Pingan opened his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, his writings were like the rising sun, and a mighty energy between heaven and earth surged out from his writings like a great river and ran through the ages, shaking the prison head next to him. I can’t help myself…

"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and endowed with fluid shapes. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, and it is as abundant as the sky.

The imperial road should be Qingyi, Hanhe Tumingting. When the time comes, we can see each other and draw pictures one by one. In Qi Taishi bamboo slips, in Jin Dynasty Dong Hu's pen.

Zhang Liangzhui in Qin Dynasty and Su Wujie in Han Dynasty. He was the head of General Yan and was bleeding for Ji Shi. They are Zhang Suiyang's teeth and Yan Changshan's tongue.

Or it is the Liaodong hat, clearing the ice and snow. Or to show off one's teachings, ghosts and gods weep heroically. Or to cross the river and swallow Hu Jie generously.

Or for hitting the thief's wat, the head will be broken if it is turned upside down. This is the majestic Qi that will last forever. When it penetrates the sun and moon, life and death will be settled.

The earth depends on it to stand, and the sky pillar depends on it. The three cardinal principles are actually life-related, and morality is the root. I'm sorry to hear that Yang Jiu is really weak.

The prisoners of Chu wore their crowns and sent them to Qiongbei in chariots. The tripod wok is as sweet as glutinous rice, but you can't get it if you ask for it. There is a ghost fire in the underworld, and it is dark when the spring courtyard is closed.

The oxen eats the same soap, the chicken roosts and the phoenix eats. Once there is fog and dew, it becomes barren in the ditch. In this case, no matter how cold or hot it is, all kinds of diseases will be easy to overcome.

Alas, Ju Lauchang, for my peaceful country. How could he not be clever? Yin and Yang cannot be thieved. Looking up at this stubborn existence, I look up at the white floating clouds.

My heart is filled with sadness, and the sky is full of sorrow. The day of the philosopher is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves display books for reading, and the ancient roads illuminate their colors.

"

After writing "Song of Righteousness", Xia Pingan wrote on the ground and breathed a long sigh of relief. However, the cell leader next to him was already distracted and dumbfounded. The words on the paper were like the sun and moon in the eyes of the cell leader. Like hills, stretching across the past and present, they seem to be made of the bones and blood of thousands of heroic souls.

Make his soul tremble.

…

At night, the "Song of Righteousness" written by Wen Tianxiang during the day was already placed on Kublai Khan's desk in the palace.

Kublai Khan was not tall, but he was extremely strong. He had a broad face with a thick beard. He had a unique heroic atmosphere of the Mongols, but his slender eyes were particularly energetic and calm.

"...The heaven and earth have righteousness, and they are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, so vast that it fills the sky..." Kublai Khan looked at the words on the paper, and he also felt a little confused. Lost in thought, he let out a long sigh and turned to look at the person standing next to him, "It's really hard to imagine that a southerner's writing can be so heroic and generous. Looking at his writing, I thought in a daze that this person was also blessed by the eternal god. , a talented hero who grew up on the grassland, by the way, what is the result of persuading surrender today?"

"We have sent the Duke of Ying, but Wen Tianxiang still refuses to surrender, and Wen Tianxiang keeps calling that person your majesty. It is really treasonous!"

"Everyone says that the Northern Prime Minister is better than Yelu Chucai, and the Southern Prime Minister is worse than Wen Tianxiang. I think Yelu Chucai is not as good as Wen Tianxiang. I, the Yuan Dynasty, can take over the Southern Dynasty only because the emperor of the Southern Dynasty is cowardly and the traitors are so prevalent in the court that It just makes it difficult for talents like Wen Tianxiang to realize their ambitions. Such talents are still loyal to their fallen country and monarch. If he can be so loyal to me and my Yuan Dynasty, why worry about my Yuan Dynasty failing to prosper! "Kublai Khan sighed, then his face straightened, and he continued to order, "Continue to ask people to persuade Wen Tianxiang to surrender. If anyone can persuade this person to surrender, it will be a great achievement, and I will reward you heavily!"

"yes!"

…

In the next two years, Xia Ping'an watched in prison as if he were watching the people who surrendered to Dayuan come to persuade him to surrender. These people who persuaded him to surrender were Wen Tianxiang's subordinates and colleagues in the past. Now after they surrendered to Dayuan, they were also In addition to these people, officials from the Yuan Dynasty were sent to persuade Wen Tianxiang to surrender. They even sent Wen Tianxiang a letter from Wen Tianxiang's daughter to persuade him to surrender.

Xia Pingan was unmoved.

Until one day two years later, the head of the cell suddenly asked a group of men to bathe and change Xia Pingan. After taking care of it, in the evening, a group of people came to the cell, took Xia Pingan out of the cell, and came directly Arriving at the palace.

In the palace, Xia Pingan saw Kublai Khan and just bowed slightly.

The guards in the palace asked Xia Pingan to kneel down. Xia Pingan did not kneel down. He stood in the main hall. The guards in the palace were furious. Several people came up and pushed Xia Pingan to his knees. Kublai Khan suddenly waved his hand and asked Xia Pingan to kneel down. Guards go down.

Kublai Khan looked at Xia Pingan with complicated eyes and said in a deep voice, "Our Great Yuan territory extends from the North Pole in the north to the South China Sea in the south. It is dozens of times larger than that of the Southern Dynasty. It is an empire that has never been seen in the world. My achievements are also achieved by Emperor Qin and Han Dynasty. Why not, my iron cavalry can conquer all races and command the world, and countless emperors will kneel on the ground and kowtow to me when they see me. Is it so difficult to accept my surrender in your eyes? All the emperors who are loyal to me have surrendered to me. Why don't you surrender to me? As long as you surrender to me today and be loyal to me, you can wear this suit and wear this official seal. You will be the prime minister of the Yuan Empire. You will be a very human minister, rich in the world, and all nations. When the lord sees you, he will kneel on the ground, and when the Mongol warriors who conquer the world see you, they will also bow their heads and salute you. Aren't you satisfied with this?"

While Kublai Khan was speaking, several eunuchs had already walked out with their waists bent and carrying things. In their hands, those eunuchs had the official uniforms and seals of the prime ministers of the Yuan Dynasty.

"The king can surrender, but the country cannot surrender! The Zhao family can surrender, but the Han family cannot surrender!" Xia Pingan's quiet voice boomed in the hall. Xia Pingan looked at Kublai Khan and said calmly, "Today I see your majesty, only I want to die. I want to let the world know that my Chinese people have not surrendered, and my Han family has not surrendered. I hope your majesty will do it!" Xia Pingan looked at the palace and smiled at Kublai Khan. "Your majesty wants to surrender me because your majesty You know, you can conquer the world immediately, but you cannot rule the world immediately. In the palace where your majesty is today, it won’t be long before I, the son of China, will stand here again and rule the world, and I, the son of China, will regain the inheritance of our ancestors!"

After rejecting the official position of prime minister promised by Kublai Khan, Wen Tianxiang died calmly!

…

In the room, Xia Pingan's light cocoon shattered, and the upper limit of the secret mandala's divine power increased by a full 300 points.

The mountain of golden characters in the temple emits thousands of golden light, and countless golden characters float in the hall, resonating with all the statues in the hall.

Under the light of those golden words, the divine skills and talismans in Xia Pingan's heart also vibrated. A divine skill talisman directly merged with Xia Pingan again~