Zhao Ⅰ·Bu Weiyue

In Yunsheng Jiehai's small garden, the boy had finished making tea, and four purple sand cups were arranged one by one on the stone table.But Chen Huan watched the unknown tea pouring down from the spout, without taking his eyes off; Meng Siwei froze at the corner of his mouth with a joyful smile, and even twitched a bit; Ye Shangshu directly exhaled: "Senior brother! What the hell!"

"Oh," Wang Qingming remained calm, and after the boy retreated, he took one and drank it, sighing, "Good tea."

Ye Shangshu lamented: "Brother Wang, we know that you are too busy to excuse yourself, but we didn't expect you to degenerate to the point of self-mutilation just to get a few days off."

Meng Siwei said sadly: "Brother Wang, life is precious, we are still young, so we won't torture ourselves with you."

Wang Qingming's eyes twitched, "Hanshan Xueyan is so rare, it was rewarded by Nan Sect Master not long ago, and the entire Tongxuan family only has four of them."

Meng Siwei and Ye Shangshu leaned back slightly, clearly wanting to write a few words on his face: "We don't know much, don't lie to us."

Wang Qingming laughed, and said: "I know Xiangzhi College has been helping you review your homework for the past few days, and those books and volumes are just too chewy to read, and you two must have finished memorizing them." The two teenagers were busy nod.Let's continue: "For the three schools of Yingchuan's Civil and Military Competition, it's really easy to win the noun, but it's a matter of who is the leader."

Ye Shangshu asked: "So the senior brother wants to give me and Siwei extra guidance, let us win the first place?"

Wang Qingming denied it with a smile. "No, the ranking is not what I want to care about. Besides, Representative Tongxuan, besides the two team leaders me and Lord Jiuxiang, there are six people. If they want to guide, it is also a matter of Lord Lanling and Youyan Lanzhi."

The two nodded ignorantly.I also heard him say: "I don't know why the topic of the literary meeting is, but it doesn't deviate from the world's hundred tools."

"Please forget that senior brother came up with a question, I'm different from you and discuss the same thing." Meng Siwei said.

Wang Qingming took another sip of bitter tea, and said with a smile: "I wrote the questions on your usual exam papers. If you still use mine, you will develop the habit of solidifying your thoughts. I'd better invite you to come up with the questions." The eyes are shining, bent into crescent moons.Wang Qingming looked at Que Chenhuan with a full smile.

"Please ask the Taoist priest to come up with a question." Meng Siwei saluted.

But Chen Huan thought about it for a while, and faintly spit out two words: "Qin Jian."

Wang Qingming squinted his eyes, waiting for the answer from the two of them.Meng Siwei's eyes drooped slightly, already deep in thought.

Ye Shangshu blurted out: "There are different kinds of swords. The head of the sword was found in the time of the Yellow Emperor in Xuanyuan. The sword was cast from the bronze of the first mountain. It was used to conquer the battlefield and stain the yellow sand with blood. In the prosperous age, there was also a jade sword and a second-grade gold sword. The mounted sword and the third-grade silver-mounted sword have become decorations to express lofty ambitions and show no heroic appearance, which once distorted its value. Later, the sword was used by Taoism, and it was practiced as a magic weapon to suppress evil, and the profound meaning of the sword was gradually realized. After a short period of development, it was led astray by Buddhism again. After sinking for a long time, it was recovered hundreds of years ago. The sword should have the meaning of toughness. The Qin was originally five-stringed, "Gangjian Yizhilu" There is a record, "Fuxi tung is the qin, the rope is the string, and the mulberry is the harp". The king, the small strings are the ministers, and the two strings are added to the civil and military to match the kindness of the emperor and the ministers. Therefore, the qin should be born with elegance and music, symbolizing the heavenly etiquette of the ruler and ministers."

Wang Qingming nodded slightly.But Chen Huan didn't say a word, and just exchanged the blood swallow tea in front of Wang Qingming for a full cup.

Meng Siwei replied: "I think that the qin and the sword are one. The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. The emperor is the king of the emperor, the king of righteousness, the king of reverence and respect, and the king of the gods. From this, it can be seen that the sword symbolizes righteousness, Sublime. The sword is originally derived from the sword. Compared with the latter, it is a bit more elegant than the latter, and it has the meaning of the mean in Confucianism. It is impartial and does not take the edge. Therefore, the swordsman uses the sword with both hardness and softness. Qin "Baihu Tongyi" has a saying that "forbid people to be evil and return to the righteous way, so it is called the qin". It can be seen that the qin also has the meaning of supporting justice and ethics. The qin also has the theory of nine virtues. The instrument of a gentleman symbolizes righteousness. Qin and sword are all upright, so they are all in one state."

"People's appearances vary in size and length, and swords vary from person to person. They may be seven feet, three feet, or even less than one foot or two inches. The quality of the sword also changes with the owner's will, so there are class swords, bronze swords, and bronze swords. Swords, iron swords, and jade swords. Qin uses its connotations to affect the mind and body of the master, just like the disciples of Tongxuan Nanzong, if they use the Qin of the Northern School, their skills will not reach [-]% of their original strength." Ye Shang Shu stared at his classmates and friends with a slightly serious expression.

"Sword gallbladder, zither heart, no matter what kind of weapon it is, has the right to choose the owner. And when they recognize the master, they become part of the master's body. As the sword master, what he needs is the zither heart; as the harp master, he What is needed is the sword gall. The sword is sharp and brave, and the qin is elegant and affectionate: there is a sword without a qin, and the sword is just a sharp weapon for killing; The sword is courageous. Only by combining strength and softness, and being a chivalrous man, can one reach the highest level." Meng Siwei solemnly replied.

Forget Qingming and drink the third cup of blood swallow tea.The tea has cooled completely, and the taste of the medicinal materials has completely penetrated.For a moment, his mouth was full of bitterness, and he was slightly stunned. He beckoned to call the boy, and asked for a plate of fragrant, soft and sweet lotus root cake to eat. "Do you want to try it, friend?" He twisted a piece and put it in front of Que Chenhuan's eyes.But Chenhuan glanced at him, and said coldly: "I don't eat sweets." After saying that, he listened attentively to the vigorous debate between the two teenagers.

Until the first light of the moon appeared in the sky, Ye Shangshu felt a groan in his belly. After Meng Siwei refuted him again, he looked helplessly at Wei Shanqing who had finished drinking tea and snacks, and started eating grapes leisurely. string.

"Shangshu, why don't you argue?" Meng Siwei was puzzled for a while.Ye Shangshu is very clever, starting from the most obvious, and going deeper layer by layer, he really has a lot of insight, the sudden silence makes him a little strange.

Ye Shangshu turned his gaze back to him faintly, and said mournfully, "Siwei, do you know what time it is now? Are you really not hungry?"

Seeing Meng Siwei looking up at the moon in confusion, he let out a cry of surprise and felt a little hungry at the same time.In a blink of an eye, he saw that his brother Wang was eating and drinking well, looking at the two of them with a smile.But in front of Duchenhuan was a big red robe that was steaming, behind the faint white steam, the stern Taoist closed his eyes and rested.

"Brother Wang, I figured it out." Ye Shangshu was about to cry in grief.

Wang Qingming's eyes were full of smiles. "Know what?" he asked.

"Senior brother just wants to use this as a punishment, and any topic defense is a routine. We are so hungry, do you still have lotus root cake to eat?"

Wang Qingming said decisively: "It's over."