Chiwuxing

(Biography of the Unknown Qiang)

Wulei Kingdom stands in the Western Regions, with streets and roads in all directions, bustling with merchants.

"Boil two jugs of wine."

"okay!"

There is a stand in the front of the post, and the voice of the storyteller on the side:

"In ancient times, there was a long-lived immortal in the sky, named Chisongzi. It was said that Taixu Daoist appeared in the world. He was once recorded as Shennong Shiyu Master. He took Bingyu powder to teach Shennong that he could enter the fire without burning. To Kunlun Mountain, Often enters the stone chamber of the Queen Mother of the West, goes up and down with the wind and rain. The Yandi girl chases after her, and she also gets immortals, and both go. When she reaches Gaoxin, she becomes a rain master again, and then travels to the world. Tianque, mountains and rivers connect to the sky, and there is a lovebird in the east, which is a bird Black and red, the two birds are wing-to-wing, their shape is like a crow, five-coloured and red-coloured, they fly together, serving as a seat for immortals..."

A voice from below continued: "Since there are long-lived people who reach the sky and escape the earth, far surpassing ordinary people, how many years of luck will be treated as nothing?"

The storyteller followed the eyes of the crowd, and the person who answered the conversation was a man with white hair and black clothes, with a handsome appearance, inconspicuous in the crowd, but when he looked closely, he felt more and more unfathomable.

He coughed lightly, and replied: "Even if you are a celestial being, as long as you have emotions and desires, you will not be able to escape the cycle of karma. Long-lived people gain years, but they are not longer than others."

"According to what you said, since gods perceive the seven emotions like ordinary people, then in the world of bliss and evil, gods are no more at ease than ordinary people." The man continued.

The storyteller naturally heard that his words were to pave the way for him and win over the audience, and said "that's natural" before continuing on his own.The listener is naturally willing to use such strange things to set off the miraculousness of the secular world, even the gods are not immune to the vulgar.

Two jugs of wine are served.

"One jug," the man said, pointing at the person beside him, "the wine here is light, I'm in a good mood today, just one jug?"

The person next to him said in a deep voice: "One cup, no bargaining."

"Then you just indulged me in ordering two jugs of wine, are you going to swallow them all in front of me?"

"It can relieve your greedy eyes," the masked man raised his hand and poured two glasses of wine, revealing a thin and sharp wrist bone, "let's calm down a bit."

The man gritted his teeth and stared at his movements, then shot out suddenly, grabbed his wrist that was about to be withdrawn, and stroked his wrist sleeve upwards: "...What is this, did I discover it?"

"You should have known."

The man smiled and ignored his words: "I was reluctant to use the bunch of red meat relics that the king of Southern Xinjiang gave when he came back from worship, so I hid it in the cabinet... It turns out that you stole it. "

"Idle is also useless."

The man snorted: "Okay, I don't care about... three cups?"

The masked man stretched out his hand and snapped off his finger, and said coldly:

"Two cups, that's all."

The man laughed.

The two drank together, talking and laughing.

After the storyteller finished speaking, he took a break and came to the two of them on his own initiative.

"In the Jianghu under the pseudonym Wei Qi, wandering around for decades, willing to hear anecdotes about Jianghu, now seeing two visitors from foreign races look extraordinary, dare to ask what are the two names, where did they come from?"

"My name is unknown," the man stood up and reported himself, "His... name is Fu Xi."

"Fu... Fu... Fuxi?" The storyteller narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "It's the one who is said to shoot the sun... Uh... Hey, no, oh... The one who created the world in ancient times... What a good name, Good name!"

Hearing the words, the Qingjuan man burst into a smile instantly, his gray hair fluttering, like a lonely and distant cloud in the sky, with a leisurely and bright expression.

The storyteller stared in a daze, and secretly praised his character.His hair is completely white, but he looks young, but he doesn't know where the fairy road came from and passed by here.

"Dare to ask where the old man came from, and you don't seem to be a local?"

"Beyond Mobei, there was a country where I was born."

The man took another look and wondered: "Could it be...you are from the old country of Yan?"

"Exactly," the storyteller said with a smile, "When I traveled far north and south, it was the imperial city of the Imperial Capital, and it was also a place where old people spread rumors and old stories."

"No wonder I feel familiar with you."

"I feel the same way," the storyteller said humanely, "I have a word that can be given to those who are destined: the vastness is in the past, and there is nothing or restlessness. He Xu's past, Shao Yi Huangxi. Silence and no words, Dapu is not lost. All things are prosperous, not Never leave."

The white-haired man covered his eyelashes and muttered in a low voice, lamenting or sighing, then he folded his hands and smiled: "What you say is true, you will be taught later."

The storyteller turned around and returned to his seat, and started a new chapter, while the listeners below listened attentively.

The two jugs of wine had already bottomed out, the man obviously wasn't enjoying himself, and sat there for a long time before getting up.

"Ah Zan has cooked a new tea, which is the 'Se Se Dust' created by my uncle. Why don't you go back in autumn and try it together?"

"……it is good."

As the sun went down, people gradually dispersed, and the storyteller withdrew his booth, chanting lyrics endlessly:

To be an idler, to make profit and fame to the Cangbo

Looking back, I don’t see Jinghua near, but Anshou is poor

Mountains and seas, but also longing for a long time

Grace is deep and righteous, and obsession is at the head

refuse to rest

……

In the first year of Xicheng, the system was reformed to emulate Yan, and the military system was reformed after Hufu's riding and shooting, and the style of advocating literature was greatly changed.In the following year, idle redundant officials were donated, eunuchs were abolished, and those who were alienated from the public were abolished, so as to support the fighters, and the literati who wanted to become traitors in the strong army and break the opportunity.

In the third year of Xicheng's reign, he promoted martial arts, combined with literary examinations, and raised the rank and wealth of military officers.

In the seventh year of Xicheng, the new emperor toured the east, collapsed in the middle way, and had no concubines and heirs, so Zunzhao Chan was located in Zongzheng Yi, a vassal king with a different surname, and changed Yuan Shaoxi to start a prosperous age.

Shi Gong said——

The tip of the pen stopped suddenly, Feng Ru stopped writing, looked down at the nib of the pen, and said to the Shutong who was dozing off beside him, "...to grind some more ink."

The book boy was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly stood up and rubbed the ink with his eyelids up.

There is a piece of yellow paper horizontally in front of him, red and red, like words written in haste, with ugly and random handwriting.After a while, he stopped writing and dipped some more ink, but found that the color was different, thinking that his eyes were dazzled by overwork, and after looking at it for a long time, he realized that something was wrong.

"Why grind the ink?" Feng Ru softly reprimanded to the side, and reached out to change a new pen.

"Huh?" The book boy came to his senses and said hastily, "Yes... I'm sorry, my lord, I just lost my mind, and I took the red ink when I saw the red letters on the paper on your desk... I'll go to the back room for another Take one side..."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome," Feng Ru said, looking at Yan Shi who was about to finish the draft, "Let's find a space beside the inkstone to grind a bit more, and just cover it."

"...Yes." The book boy said tremblingly.

Seeing his timid look, Feng Ru thought that he was still young, but he couldn't bear to blame him too much, and said softly, "Yesterday, I will serve you all night. After studying here, I will go back to my room and have a good rest for a day."

"The little ones are not tired when they are by the side. The grown-ups should be extremely tired after working hard all day long. When the book is finished, it is better to rest for a while before submitting the report. Anyway, there is no rush at this time." The book boy kept moving his hands, curling his lips. road.

Feng Ru smiled lightly, noncommittal.He closed his eyes to hide the blood-red and tired look in his eyes, and took a break for a moment.

He turned around and opened his eyes again, his expression was already sober, he changed a new pen between hands, and dipped in ink to transcribe:

Shi Gong said:

The new Emperor Sheng was humble and humble when he was young, he wandered in the wild and abandoned the suburbs, and later worshiped traitors, with a lizard's heart and a wolf's nature; he was close to evil and secluded, poisoned loyal and good people, killed his father and mother, and ruined humanity.He is a man who drinks alcohol and kills recklessly, is stubborn and narrow-minded.Although he has the merits of establishing the land and governing the country, the glory of Anjiang and the clan is tabooed by humans and gods, and the heaven and the earth cannot tolerate it. Because of the disasters that come to him from the sky, good and evil are rewarded, and we know it from now on.

Stop writing.

It was raining and snowing outside the window, Feng Ru's already stiff right hand looked eastward through the snow, silently until the sun rose, and suddenly it was bright.

There are thousands of kinds, and the mountains and rivers are as you wish.

On the inkstone, the dark and thick ink is mixed with the bright vermilion, and it has been mixed into a situation of confrontation and mutual generation like a Tai Chi diagram, but the connected parts have been mixed together, without distinction between each other.

"Enough."

——Outside Biography·End——

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OVER (2021.8.10)

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