The first thousand two hundred and sixteen chapters of the swordsmanship
"Lanling City has finally arrived."
No matter how tragic the situation between Yan and Zhao was, no matter how iron-blooded the rumors of the war between Qin and Wei were, it seemed to have little impact on the region between the Xia.
The city walls remain as they were before, with the city gates open, and under the clear sky, pedestrians are constantly coming and going. On the broad streets crisscrossing the four directions, merchants, common people, and officials... intersect.
Everywhere in the wine shops and shops facing the street, people are coming in and out, the aroma of wine is permeating the air, the food is fragrant, and the drunkenness inside is quite... the aftertaste of a prosperous age.
I looked up at the sun, but just after midnight, outside the North City Gate, an ordinary carriage slowly approached. The driver threw down a few coins and then entered safely.
"Girl, Lanling City has arrived."
Hearing the driver's words, a clear and joyful sound suddenly came from the car. Immediately, the curtain on one side of the carriage rolled up, and a beautiful face appeared. Although it was a little green, it was quite smart.
Turning their bright eyes, they looked around curiously, heading south. Their destination was Lanling City. After more than half a month, they finally arrived.
"This is Lanling City?"
Immediately, another more delicate soft and crisp words came out, and behind the rolled-up car curtain, another beautiful face appeared. Although the face was young and frail, the features were already picturesque, exquisite and elegant.
A pair of bright autumn eyes looked curiously outside the car, looking at everything around him. It was much livelier than Jicheng in Yan State, and his ears were filled with bursts of noisy words, but he was very happy.
"Father told us to come to Chunqiu Library?"
"How far is it?"
Still looking out of the car, he showed a different kind of nobility in his movements. After looking for a while, he asked again.
"Haha, girl, it's almost time."
"Zi Yang, you little girl must serve the girl with all your heart. If you make any mistakes, I won't take care of you."
The person driving the car was a well-dressed woman in her thirties, wearing a light gray robe. She didn't show any splendor, but just coarse linen clothes. She held the reins and kept heading towards the east city.
According to... the specific news from the farmer, everything has been arranged, and it is not difficult for them to enter the Spring and Autumn Library with documents in hand.
"Well, I will definitely serve the girl well."
The beautiful girl quickly nodded her little head.
"When you go to the Spring and Autumn Library, don't talk nonsense."
The woman driving the car seemed to be a little worried about the girl, so she warned her again.
"Well, I won't talk nonsense."
The girl quickly nodded her little head again, looking very serious.
Seeing this, the elegant girl pursed her lips and smiled.
A stick of incense later!
After inquiring and inquiring, coupled with the fact that there were many people traveling on the roads in the city and the carriages and horses moved slowly, we still arrived in front of the Chunqiu Library, which has recently become famous in Lanling City.
"The Spring and Autumn Library has arrived. You two are waiting in the car while I go to post."
Seeing the four large characters on the plaque that caught her eye, the woman driving the car was delighted. She quickly parked the carriage and placed it on the side of the road. She whispered to the two little girls in the car and hurried to the main entrance of the library.
"Spring and Autumn Library!"
The car curtain was rolled up again, and the elegant girl looked over. There... was a library, with the first four characters written in the Chu language.
I know the writing of Chu State, it seems... someone taught me, but I have forgotten who taught me, and there seems to be something important in my mind that I can't remember.
Watching Ma Liang walk in front of the library door, he took out a document from his arms and handed it to the guard, then waited.
Ma Liang!
Before leaving, her father found a protector for her. Her family has been working for the royal family for generations, and she also has some martial arts skills. Thanks to her care along the way.
According to what his father said, he will study in the Spring and Autumn Library next. It is not clear how long he will stay there, and his father did not say anything. He just said that after finishing the affairs of Yan State, he will come to look for him.
Although the girl misses her, she also knows that her father is very busy. In her memory, her father rarely returns to the mansion. She is always...alone in the mansion.
Um?
It seems that I have forgotten something. It must have happened when I was a child.
The girl touched her little head with one hand, shook her head, and dismissed those strange feelings, returning them to the form in front of her.
"Girl, I heard from Ma Liang that there are many people in the library. Is this true?"
Ziyang looked to be no more than seven or eight years old. Her slightly yellow hair was combed into a bun and hanging around her head. She looked very cute. Following the girl's gaze, she looked over and saw that it should be the library.
I don't know the words myself.
"Yes."
"A library is a place where many people study and learn to write together."
"Next you have to learn to read and write."
The elegant girl responded affirmatively. In fact... she had only heard about what a library was and had never actually been to a library.
“I heard it’s very difficult to read and recognize words.”
Ziyang was a little embarrassed, he was very stupid.
"It's very simple. I'll teach you next."
The elegant girl took Ziyang's little hand and whispered, Ziyang will be with her in the library for a long time.
"Really?"
Ziyang was surprised.
"certainly."
The elegant girl once again shows off her soft touch.
"We should go down."
Immediately, the elegant girl who had been paying close attention to the movements in front of the library saw Ma Liang waving his palms to them, and at this moment, several people had appeared in front of the library.
He waved to Ma Liang, lowered the curtain, and got off the carriage with Ziyang.
Wearing a brocade robe made of light blue Sichuan gauze that fits perfectly on her body, she is no more than seven or eight years old. Her waterfall-like hair is styled in a fragrant bun with a bunch of emerald-green jade hairpins.
Wearing a pair of clear water soft shoes, with the reflection of the scorching sun in the sky, the entire elegant appearance became more and more delicate. She slowly got out of the car and pulled Ziyang behind her, who was wearing a red brocade dress.
Walk towards the front of the library.
"Girl, this is the boss of the library, Feixue."
"The adults have explained all kinds of things."
Ma Liang pointed to a woman beside him who was wearing a white dress. She was about thirty years old, in her prime, with elegant eyebrows and a vigorous spirit. She was looking at two little girls at the moment.
Especially on that pretty girl.
"Zhao Shui has seen the great master Feixue!"
Call for water!
It was my father who got the name for himself before leaving. Their whole family is descended from Zhao Gong. The legacy of Zhao Gong lasts for thousands of years. It should be like the charm of water and cannot be cut off.
It is like calling for water!
Zhao Shui came forward, bowed politely, and looked at Chief Feixue.
Zhao Shui was a little surprised that the head of the library was actually a woman, but... she was only a little surprised.
"Haha, I've been waiting for you for a long time, call for water."
"Let's go. From today on, you will be my disciple in the Spring and Autumn Library."
Feixue quickly stepped forward and looked at Zhao Shui in front of her. She was a very beautiful little girl. Her words and actions all followed the orthodox etiquette taught by Confucianism. She was elegant and graceful, and did not fall into the world.
He took a step closer, took Zhao Shui's little hand, and spoke enthusiastically. Anyway, he looked much more pleasing to the eye than that hateful boy Tianming. If his senior brother hadn't told him, he would have taught him ten times a day.
Well, it’s really hateful!
"Um."
Calling for water, he nodded and responded with a crisp voice.
"Let's go, starting from today..., treat this place as Yan's home."
"The disciples in the library are all like a family. They come from all over the Xia. However... there is one disciple who you must not ignore in the future."
Feixue pulled Zhao Shui and walked towards the Spring and Autumn Library together. Zi Yang followed behind, while Ma Liang returned to the carriage and brought down some of his belongings.
"Um?"
"Why?"
Ruoshui asked curiously.
"..."
"Because he is hateful!"
"..."
Walking into the depths, all kinds of sounds return to the depths of nothingness and float in all directions.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Xianyang City, a place for martial arts performances in the garden next to the Xingle Palace in the royal city.
It has always been a place for the King of Qin to play and have fun with his princes. In midsummer, all flowers bloom and grasses grow in the entire Nuo Da garden. All kinds of fragrances are lingering. Mixed together, it creates a unique scenery.
In the pavilion not far away, Gongsun Li was sitting on her knees, playing the piano with both hands. Although her piano skills were not very good, she had learned a lot from Nong Yu, and with her cultivation in recent years, she had a unique charm.
Wearing light blue attire, although he is already an important official of the Qin court who is involved in political affairs, but... Gai Nie is still dressed as before, holding a Yuanhong, standing quietly by the side of the martial arts arena, watching the sword fight between the king and Wu Zhenhou
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Every move, every move, even though there is no surge of internal force, they are purely the sword moves touching each other, understanding each other's principles, either being quiet and inactive, or being domineering and brilliant.
Or the autumn water is silent.
Or iron and blood.
…
"At the beginning, I ordered hundreds of families to enter the Qin Dynasty, either as guardians of the left and right, or as teachers of swordsmanship. What I did was not just swordsmanship."
"The way of swordsmanship is like governing the way!"
"Mr. Gai Nie's kendo is full of twists and turns, and the shadow of Guigu is very clear. Li Xin and their kendo strategists' wonderful skills and continuous formations, and every move of Marquis Wu Zhen's kendo seems to... include everything."
"But it is completely different from hundreds of schools!"
"Wonderful!"
Qin Wangzheng held a long sword made of iron and wood, with strong sleeves, and used his sword moves to touch the king's brother. All the sword moves were very ordinary, but they were small but big, and contained a special kind of elegance.
Finally, as the two swords touched each other again, Qin Wangzheng smiled brightly and handed the sword in his hand to the waiter in front of him.
"The way of swordsmanship is like water. Taoism is quiet and inactive. It follows the flow of water. All rivers return to the sea. It can be regarded as the great road."
"Under the legalist magic, the rules of swordsmanship are established, and every move interprets the universe and makes everything move in an orderly manner."
"Confucian swordsmanship is an outline of benevolence and etiquette. Everything moves in compliance with the rules of etiquette, which is also subtle."
"Zhuang Zhou said that swordsmanship is one of the three disciplines of swordsmanship, but in fact it is the same for hundreds of schools of thought."
Zhou Qing pointed his finger, and the iron wood sword in his hand fell directly on the wooden frame in the distance. He had been staying in Xianyang for a while, and now it was time to leave.
Although Qianhong can handle the important tasks of the four counties, after all, some matters do not have enough authority and can be dealt with temporarily, but not for a long time.
"All schools of thought!"
"These are all very good principles, but unfortunately, as Marquis Wu Zhen said, a country should have one mind, and the way of a hundred schools of thought is the heart of a hundred schools of thought. In the long run, there are great hidden dangers."