Once upon a time, a young man as innocent as a white lotus sat on the cold ground and complained to him like a child: "Brother, you haven't talked to me for a long time, and no one else has talked to me."
"I'm sorry!" Zhang Liang came over and wiped the dust on his arm with his sleeve.
The cold garden back then was like a closed cage.
"This is for you." Once, the young man held the steaming food that Zhang Liang had just sent in one hand, and handed the white jade around his neck to Zhang Liang with the other hand.
"Why give it to me?" Zhang Liang looked at the thing in his hand with a gentle expression and asked him doubtfully.
"No reason, I just want to give it to you."
"It's been many years and you still can't remember where it came from?"
"I really don't know," his answer was as innocent as his expression.
After saying the title, Zhang Liang opened the collar, put the jade jade back on the young man's neck, and whispered along his head: "Remember, this is your most important thing, and you cannot give it to anyone else."
Ruzhi replied without even thinking: "The most important thing to me is you. I only trust you. You will never abandon me, right?"
Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, and took a slight breath. After a long time, he raised his lips and smiled warmly.
The young man smiled happily in the faint morning light, and the white jade hanging around his neck seemed to be jumping up and down happily.
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"I see the mist of rain every day, so I look forward to seeing the beautiful morning glow even more." Master Xiaomeng looked calm, only to be puzzled by Zhang Liang beside him: "When grudges offset each other, cause and effect cancel each other out, and things are impermanent.
, why should we suffer from persistence and grudges?”
The sun shines through the eaves of the inn and reflects on Master Xiaomeng's silver hair hanging down his shoulders, emitting a faint halo. There is a faint sarcastic smile between his eyebrows, but there is also a look of arrogance, which makes people feel...
When I saw it, I was shocked.
At this time, the wind spread the coolness to the building railings, and there was a low voice under the morning light.
Zhang Liang listened sideways, but all the news about freedom in the wind turned silent. This was his first face-to-face encounter with Master Xiaomeng.
"The birds flying in the sky are not as free as people think, but just to survive!" He looked up at the sky, a touch of sadness appeared on his prime face, and then, the memory was made of ripples,
Even loneliness is embroidered.
Inside the mottled red paint wall, there is always a pair of clear eyes that follow the movement of bees and butterflies, a child-like mind, always dirty clothes, but a face as clean as a lotus, always lonely alone among others
In the invisible corner
That year, the Korean capital fell.
Something broke through the air, with a slight whistling sound. Zhang Liang, with a dazed look on his face, listened in astonishment as a dagger pierced a person's chest.
"Hehehehe, ovary..."
Blood oozed from the place where my father was stabbed by the dagger. It flowed onto the silk clothes and painted strange patterns, slowly rendering them.
"Live well and do what you should do."
Pulling out the dagger and throwing it to the ground, his father lay down against the steps. His chest felt tight and his breathing became rapid. His gray eyes were gradually losing their luster, and a thick silence enveloped the room.
...
A Qin soldier locked the young man's throat with force, a vicious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was both threatening and coaxing: "If you don't say anything, I will tear off your nails piece by piece, and then chop your
With two arms, I will cut off your two legs, and finally gouge out your eyes. If you still don’t say anything, I will pick out the bones from your body and cut them into pieces with a thousand cuts. The pain will make you die.
Your selfish brother only cares about escaping for his own life and is not worthy of your protecting him. Can you say that before I torture you to the point where you are worse than death?"
The young man nodded with difficulty, and when Qin Bing choked his throat and released his hand, he bit the man's arm. His screams continued, and Qin Bing punched him hard on the head.
His eyes became violent and cruel, but the young man still did not let go. The hot blood dripping from his head mixed with the blood on the man's arms and poured down. Qin Bing, who was in unstoppable pain, waved his fists crazily, until
After the crisp sound of his skull cracking, the young man finally let go. With a face like a red lotus blooming, he leaned in for the last breath. After a heart-wrenching "brother", everything fell into silence.
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At that moment, time seemed to be reversed again, and they returned to that indifferent garden. The young man never complained about his father who ignored him and gave birth to his mother who passed away, but he would be angry that Zhang Liang suddenly died one day.
He came to play with him, because in his innocent and simple memory, the concept of father and mother was completely blurred. He had never even met them. Only Zhang Liang was the one who cared about him the most.
"Brother, you are the only person in this world that I can rely on."
"As mentioned, I'm sorry..."
That day, Ruzhi was sacrificed...
My heart was hurting beyond measure at that time, and the palms of my hands that had been pinched into my nails were bleeding continuously.
The wind passed by and I stood up at the Hongchen Inn, which was still a bit chilly. In the field of vision under the eaves, there were blurred faces, indifferent expressions, colorful clothes, and the overwhelming scarlet color seemed to blind one's eyes.
It felt like a hundred years had passed away overnight. As the despair and wailing dissipated, Zhang Liang instantly returned to his normal expression, with tears filling his eyes. Unconsciously, a sneer appeared on his face: "An empire will eventually perish.
, many people only seek what triggers it, but what I seek is when it triggers it."
"Korea has become yesterday. Now you are a Confucian disciple. Everything you do and say represents Confucian teachings." Under the white eyebrows, Master Xiaomeng's eyes were as calm as lake water, without any ripples or any fear.
He moved, his voice sounded as if he had just met him last night, and he couldn't be more indifferent: "Mencius, the forefather of the humble school, once said that if you are poor, you can be good for yourself, and if you are prosperous, you can help the world. Confucianism has always restrained itself, returned to reason, and followed the way of loving the emperor."
Master Xiaomeng's temperament is not so much calm as it is unstoppable. His last sentence was in a rather playful tone, with a hint of humor in his eyes. He just stood opposite Zhang Liang, waiting for Zhang Liang's response.
answer.
As the wind blew up, Zhang Liang looked away from him and closed his eyes in deep thought.
Things are different, people are different, everything is over, and when he wants to speak, he sheds tears first. Unknowingly, the voice he remembers from time to time, just like the past, once again dwells in his mind: "Does the body need to be found and buried?"
A shrill laughter suddenly sounded, and his eyes were moist with laughter: "It doesn't matter if it is burned, it will disappear into ashes, there will be no past, no afterlife, only the most profound memory will be imprinted in the heart."
The silver hair was fluttering in the wind, and there was a proud sneer at the corner of his mouth. His cold eyes seemed to have a cold look on the world and did not take everything into consideration. The ridicule and ridicule burned like a bonfire from the depths of hell, unlike
It was the look that a mortal should have. Countless Qin soldiers came from behind, but he remained calm, his bright eyes full of compassion:
"Even if you and I have subtle differences, we have the same purpose and hatred to a certain extent. Come on, hold this world in our hands with me, and let us jointly formulate the rules of this world. So what if we kill people? It doesn’t matter if it’s injured, we just take it off in order to protect the things in our hearts that need to be protected.”
The white jade face couldn't withstand the intense fluctuations of emotions and opened up thin cracks, like a mask that collapsed. The pale... gradually revealed a face like the most elegant student in front of a saint.
Master Xiaomeng said: "Ah! Thanks to you, Confucianism is not far away from disaster, so what confidence does it have to take care of the world's affairs?" The sigh was long and gentle, and the last note seemed to be spinning around his heart, and Zhang Liang's eyes flashed.
For a while, a subtle and embarrassing atmosphere filled the air. Xiaoyaozi, who was walking outside the door, looked at Master Xiaomeng intently and sighed with resentment: "Senior brother is still senior brother. After so many years, what he says is still as unpleasant as ever." .
Master Xiaomeng's face was not annoyed, but instead showed an unparalleled calm smile, "Xiaoyaozi is no longer the Xiaoyaozi he used to be. As the head of the Renzong, he introduced Taoism into the secular world. He knew it should not be done, but he did it. What do you mean?" That was completely different from Xiaoyaozi's calm pride, and it was both impressive and dazzling.
"Brother, I know what I am doing, and I think it is right."
"Ha!" It seems that some things of the junior brother have not changed. He is still so stubborn. Once he has determined an idea, he will implement it endlessly. No one can shake his mind. Master Xiaomeng changed his mind and smiled, looking at Zhang Liang, Waiting for his unanswered answer.
Zhang Liang closed his eyes for a long time. Then he opened his eyes and met the inquiring gaze of Master Xiaomeng. His expression was calm and heavy, and he said: "For many years, Zhang Liang has been stuffed with words. Over time, it's really hard." If you don’t vomit, you won’t be happy!”
Master Xiaomeng looked at the declining nobleman in front of him with interest. Such people must be sentimental in their hearts. Let's listen to what kind of persuasive declaration he has prepared.
Zhang Liang cautiously glanced at Xiaoyaozi, Xiaoyaozi nodded in understanding, knowing that Zhang Liang was about to discuss an important topic, and it was a matter of great importance, so outsiders must not know about it. Xiaoyaozi concentrated on activating the sound transmission technique of nature, so , Zhang Liang’s voice only rang in the ears of the three of them.
"Senior Shicai asked me what confidence Confucianism has to take care of world affairs. I can only respond as follows with my shallow wisdom." ;#8226;It is said that the wise will not be confused, the benevolent will not worry, and the brave will not be afraid. Furthermore, it is said that they are greatly despised and do not regard them as majestic. A man is also powerful and unyielding. Why should he cover up the evil forces and retreat?"
Master Xiaomeng gradually put away his smile and looked at Zhang Liang's twinkling eyes, which were as dazzling as the light of the stars in the sky. His calm words became more and more sharp with his excited expression." So what?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his black hair cascaded down from the wind, and this young man stood as proud as a snowy cypress:
"My wife will destroy herself, and then others will regret it; my family will destroy myself, and then others will destroy it; and the country will destroy itself, and then others will destroy it. Today's king is acting recklessly, repairing the Great Wall, building mirages, and building houses. His human and financial resources have been greatly increased. It exceeds what the people can afford, saves money on criminal laws, imposes heavy taxes, and makes it difficult to cultivate light crops. Scholars dare not bow and complain, and people dare not speak out in anger. A king must be benevolent, and a king must be righteous. If the government is not upright and goes against the grain, it will inevitably lead to unjust actions and little help, and will result in a gathering of righteous people from all over the world to respond."
Seeing that the other party's heart was slightly touched, Zhang Liang then softened his voice and said earnestly: "As I said before, what I am really looking for is to trigger the demise of the empire. Someone has to do this arduous beginning. Zhang Liang is willing to die."
It is our duty to be the first to serve... Are there eggs left intact under the overturned nest? The two sects of Heaven and Man are linked together, and the Human sect has made a clear decision. If the skin is gone, Mao will be safe, and the Taoist sect's doom is near.
How can Tianzong be independent from the world? Seniors, even if they are like this, they have to take care of all the misfortunes and blessings themselves. Why not take the opportunity to make a decision, follow the heroes' aspirations, and the world will be united?"
Zhang Liang's words became so explicit and straightforward, without any taboo, as if all the contradictions in the world suddenly appeared. In such a calm atmosphere, the hearts of Master Xiaomeng and Xiaoyaozi were like pebbles falling, and bursts of noise arose.
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But Master Xiaomeng's eyes still shone with calmness and indifference, as if he had transcended life and death, and had seen through separation. Nothing could stir up ripples in him. He smiled and said: "What a sharp-tongued person, what a skinless person."
, Mao Jiangan Fu?"
"Senior has the foresight to discern whether it is the general trend of the world or Zhang Liang's clever words and benevolence!"
Xiaoyaozi also took advantage of the situation to persuade, "We are good at cultivating my awe-inspiring and upright spirit. The careless words and mottos we say about walking in the way of heaven and carrying out the deeds of heaven are not used to deceive the world. Senior brother, please don't go against your will!"
Master Xiaomeng squinted his eyes and raised his lips carelessly. The smile in his eyes had a profound meaning. It was a kind of deep thinking that made people confused.
At this moment, Zhang Liang did not strike while the iron was hot. Instead, he completely put aside persuasion and brought up another topic, "Senior, I have a request that does not violate morality and is not dangerous. I hope you can give a clear response. Don't refuse it again."