Chapter 13 (This chapter is free)

Since then, Cui Po went to the library once every five days to clean up. The other three saw the clan leader who came to explain these trivial matters that day. In addition, the Japanese language meetings were spread all over the school these days. The two songs were so lyrics that they had a calluse. They also knew that this young man was extraordinary. Besides, Cui Po was gentle and polite on weekdays, and they liked it very much, and it was also noisy there. On weekdays, Cui Po only took books in the library and went home to review it.

Seeing that Pomegranate was active, Cui's mother kept her by her side to serve her and condemned Loquat to take care of her son's study. Although she was not a wealthy family, Cui Po also lived a happy life of clothes and food.

But the loquats responsible for taking care of him felt that they were getting less and less able to understand the young master in front of him. In the past, the tired young master disappeared. In addition to the wife, all the delicious food was given to his sisters, carrying water and chopping firewood, and he was rushing to do the heavy work of treating him like his sisters. He used to sit there, but he could not move at all when he sat for two hours. That stroke was better than before, and he still practiced diligently. In the past, he always liked to pull his braid and pull the corners of his shirt. Now he is much more calm, and occasionally stroking his braid's hand is so gentle. Especially those eyes, when he looked at him, he was pampered and tender, and the bright ones were only reflected in people's hearts.

Such a peaceful day was like water, and a year had passed. During this period, Cui's mother's body improved greatly and became much stronger. Cui Po's height also jumped a lot. Most of the clothes she used to wear were extremely unwelcome. Cui was about to go to find Aunt Liu, but her son just refused, but just wanted to wear cotton clothes. He said that pure cotton was good. On the contrary, during the Yuanzheng Festival, Cui Po took the two pieces of satin for his mother, and the pomegranate sisters each bought a new piece of clothing, which made the woman exclaim "tsk" and praised the pomegranate. The loquat was lucky, which made the two girls red. Every evening, when Cui's mother and her children spinning yarn, Cui Po did not study, but just chatted with her mother, which made her laugh, and she felt that this day was sweeter than honey.

This year, the family life improved greatly, and new clothes were bought, and the pomegranate sisters became more and more beautiful, which attracted several villages and town mothers to ask. After discussing with the second woman, Cui's mother only said to people: "I'm still young, don't worry." She didn't know what kind of thoughts she was.

On this day, it was mid-spring again. Cui Po hurried to the library. After everything was done, he sat down and took a break. But he saw a Taoist priest who slowly walked up to the robe and Taoist crown, elegant and elegant, and glamorous. It was Taoist Ye Faqi who met at Cui Zhijie's family last year. He was quite charming, but there was a look of dust on his face.

Cui Po stepped forward to see the salute, sat down and looked at the tea and said, "I haven't seen the Taoist priest for a long time, and I don't know where the Changxianyou is!"

After slowly slapping a mouthful of white water, the Taoist priest did not answer, but asked, "Do you know how many famous mountains are there in my sect?" Before Cui Po's answer, he continued to say, "Songshan, Wangwu, Maoshan, Tiantai, I walked all over Songshan, Wangshan, Maoshan, Tiantai, and many other Taoist friends, and I didn't have the white beard and white eyebrows that I said. Then I went to Chang'an and Luoyang's various bookshops, and there was no new commentary on the Tao Te Ching. However, the sutras I explained that day were mysterious and slim. Why is this? Please help me solve my doubts." After saying that, I looked at Cui Po closely and looked at him.

Cui Po originally knew that he would not believe what he said that day, but he never expected that he would spend so much effort. Seeing the wind and frost on his face, he couldn't help but feel apologized. However, it was already here that he could not change his words, so he could only say with a flick: "There are so many in the world, how can we count all the strange people? The Taoist lineage has been passed down for thousands of years, and such strange people are like sands in the Ganges River. These masters will not be all in that famous mountains and rivers. Where people are crowded, they should be like idle clouds and wild cranes, not bound by their reputation. In the natural mountains and rivers, watch the blooming and falling flowers, and realize the great way, where can we find it? Taoist priest, you are like this."

"Oh!" The priest did not refute, but looked at Cui Po deeply, and then said, "I returned from all four mountains and traveled to Chang'an, and it was the Chinese New Year."

"Great, really high!" Cui Po thought to himself that just watching the Taoist priest speak, he showed his master's style. The change in topics was like an antelope hanging on his horns, making people have no trace. Since he didn't know the meaning, he listened more and more respectfully.

"When Zi issued three million yuan in internal coins today, it was night when the elm on both sides of Zhuque Street, palace lanterns were hung on the locust trees, and the light was filled with colorful light. In Chang'an, the capital, countless people in the two counties were rushing out, and they were sweating profusely. Since the Anshi Rebellion in the late Tianbao period, there has never been such a grand occasion."

"This is so verbal, so beautiful, but what exactly is he going to say?" Cui Po thought to himself.

"The most lively place is the Zhuque hugging his head. That night, Jinwu couldn't help it. The Zhuque City Tower was filled with fire and silver flowers. The Jiaofangs and Chang'an County Jiaofangs and the prostitutes in Chang'an City were so skillful. One was to have fun with the people, and the singing and dancing became peaceful. The grand occasion was endless. The 155-wide Zhuque Street under the city was filled with people and the water was not clear."

The more I heard Cui Po, the more surprised he was. What was this Taoist priest going to say? At the same time, he was also dazzling. Chang'an is Chang'an again. What kind of place is this! It can evolve from a city into the most magnificent dream. After a thousand years, people still yearn for it. "Chang'an, Chang'an, when I come in the year, you must not disappoint me." Cui Po muttered to himself.

"Although the Hanlin Academy, Dayuefu and Chongwenguan ruled that the first place in the palace was the first in the Jiaofangsi in the palace, which was originally intended, but the most romantic person that night was the guest minister of the Jiaofangsi in Wannian County, Gu Wuniang, Dingzhou."

At this point, the Taoist priest stopped talking, served tea and stared at Cui Po with a burning gaze.

When Cui Po heard the five words "Gu Wuniang in Dingzhou", he thought to himself: "Here you come" but couldn't help but think of the coquettish woman. His face was trying to keep calm, but as for the effect, it was unknown. He remembered Ye Faji's clear voice in his ears.

"The last time Gu Wuniang appeared was originally used as a mat, and the colorful flowers in front were different. On this auspicious day, she came in plain white dress with a pipa in her arms. She didn't say anything, just looking up at the moon like no one in the four wings, which attracted the moon to watch the moon. That night was half a day, and the bright moon was spreading in the sky, and she was in the endless noisy place to admire the lonely and cold moon, which made people feel. At this moment, I only heard three or two resentful pipas, and Wuniang sang a new song."

Hearing this rendering, Cui Po naturally knew what this song was, but he didn't know what the Taoist priest was going to say in such a big circle. He couldn't interrupt the Taoist priest, so he could only wait quietly for the Taoist priest to reveal the mystery.

"When Wu Niang sang "What does it look like when he is in the world" and was watching the current crown prince, he couldn't help but praise him. At the end, "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away." People on the city tower heard the feeling of separation from love, some heard the sighs of family and country, and some even heard the helplessness of life. After a song, Wu Niang was crying in a daze, even the nobles and people on the city tower were silent. A new song made the whole city fall into a shocking way, which is really shocking.

Sighing. The next day, I realized that this poem was written by Cui Po, a 14-year-old boy from the Cui family in Boling, Dingzhou. Then I also learned that after the young man Lu returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors and returned to Beijing, his passionate name was also spread to the capital with a new poem. Even when His Majesty invites the concubines in the harem to travel for spring, he would have to say, "People are at the end of the world, and spring is at the end of the world." Coincidentally, this poem was actually written by the young man of the Cui family. My friend didn't leave Dingzhou, but in the last ten months, he was already famous all over the world and went straight to the sky. It's so good literary!"

Cui Po smiled bitterly. This was really unintentional but became a shady person. He didn't know how to explain it. He could only reply: "The Taoist master is very eloquent, he is really a lotus flower. But he didn't know what method he used to even praise the prince and praise him. Wu Niang knew so clearly when she cried in a daze?"

The Taoist priest smiled slightly, as if he had known that he would have such a question: "I know that there was an old house in the capital of Emperor Gaozu of the Sui Dynasty. By the time of Emperor Gaozong of this dynasty, it was rebuilt into the "Tantian Temple" to pursue blessings for Emperor Taizong. It has always been used by the royal family and is known as the number one Taoist temple in this dynasty. Now the host of this sect is my senior brother, and he is quite respected by the emperor and invited him to celebrate the New Year Festival. I got this fate method and could hold a seat in Zhuque's head. However, I learned that Brother Jie told me that my friend had been mediocre since he was a child, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a stubborn person. Why did he become completely different from the past after a serious illness? During this period, only this Taoist man appeared to explain to my friend <>. Besides this, there is nothing different. When did such a hermit have emerged from our Taoist sect not only to explain the moral principles, but also to open the mind for the friend and turn decay into magic. I hope my friend will tell you the truth."

This Taoist man went around such a big circle and returned to that Taoist man. Cui Po smiled bitterly. The false thing was now fake and it was actually true, and it also had to do with the most important life gate. That is, since Cui Po was seriously ill, his changes have been too great. If he wanted to cover up such a big flaw, he had to find such a person. How could he say it in a roundabout way? Cui Po thought urgently.
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