Wen Renbo, dressed in black robes, stood on the top of a hill where Xu's army rested. Opposite him was the endless wilderness and the barbarians who were famous for their ferocity.
"Master, did you really let Xu Qingmu run away?" The young man standing behind him holding a sword in his arms was none other than the current prince Xu Pei.
Wen Renbo, who was under the black robe, said grimly: "The old monster Literary Saint has taken action. Bah, bullshit Literary Saint, he is just a gangster leader in the guise of a scholar!" Thinking of the book "The Eighty-One Records of Langlang on the Cloud" ”, the face of the man in black robe turned pale for a moment. But it was the biological mother of the boy behind him, holding a book in her hand that night, so happy.
"But Song Zihan next to the thief is not far away from death. When the boy actually holds the sword, it will be the day when the old thief Song will die! At that time, my master will definitely crush the thief to death for you, so that You inherit the dragon's luck completely." The man in black robe continued: "It's time for your mother to take you to the Ye Family Sword Tomb to choose a sword again. I lost that Chi Lian for my master."
The young man didn't care at all on his face: "It's just a sword. If you lose it, you will lose it. Master, don't take it seriously. It is said that Ye Li, the sword immortal seed recognized by the Ye family, has been recognized by Chou Lijian, the head of the sword tomb, but I really want to kill people and steal goods." The young man licked his lips, and the sword-shaped mark between his eyebrows became more and more red.
The man in black robe looked at the disciple who was already in the fourth realm and felt very unhappy.
So what if you are the real prince? So what if you take away someone else's cultural and military fortune? It's just a stepping stone for digging in the ground.
Prince Yi, a human minister, stood at the bottom of the mountain, with his hands behind his back, staring at the border fortress.
Not a word was spoken.
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When Cao Dan woke up in the morning, his temperament changed drastically. Yesterday, he was angry and full of yin and yang. Today, he hugged Ye Qingxian, who slept with him last night, and whispered secretly, just like good sisters. Xu Qingmu finally saw what the book said. This is the prototype of someone who can fall out of love faster than flipping through a book. Taking advantage of Cao Dan and Ye Qingxian's shopping break, Xu Qingmu, who was rarely quiet, planned to borrow some money from the fat man. He couldn't let Cao Dan pay for it on his own, right?
But at this moment, the old beggar stopped him and asked to go out for a walk.
Li Chengru didn't follow him for the first time. The two Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chicks had always been inseparable. The sun came out in the west today? But he still didn't think much about it. Xu Qingmu accompanied the old beggar who had been with him for twelve years and headed south outside the town. Walk to a lake.
According to the residents of Yehuang City, the lake that has not been seen all year round is called "Lake of Everlasting Sorrow". Since ancient times, many infatuated men and women have thrown themselves into this lake either because of love or hatred, or because they were born at the wrong time, or because they were from the wrong family. The already lonely lake became even more lonely and deserted.
The old beggar didn't speak a word along the way, until he reached the lake, found a small abandoned boat dock, and said to Xu Qingmu: "Sit down."
Xu Qingmu looked at the serious old beggar in front of him and said with a smile: "Isn't it possible that the person you have been looking for for half your life has found me?"
"This is what Old Man Li likes. The habit of cut sleeves is a favorite of his." The old beggar also responded with a smile.
Then there was silence, only the sound of the wind and the waves shook the water.
After a long while, the old beggar said: "I learned a word from Old Man Li. Please translate it for me. What does 'a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall'?"
Xu Qingmu, who was always cautious, did not answer. This old beggar made him flustered.
The old beggar looked at the lake and said to himself: "I have never read a few books in my life. When I was young, I was fed by my sword. When I got old, I wanted to understand some of the truths said by the sages from the world, but I couldn't do it."
It’s not enough.”
Then he looked at the young man and laughed at himself: "I will only hate the book when it comes to use, right?"
Xu Qingmu looked at the familiar faces in front of him and said slowly: "Prevent disasters first so as not to hurt your feelings later. Know and act with caution. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, so how can he take it lightly?" There was no deliberate pull.
meaning, and then added: "Maybe he wants to tell us that there are some things that we know we can't do, so we shouldn't do them."
The old beggar's back seemed to be a little more bent. He watched a distant bird flying across the water. A small fish jumped out of the water many times and jumped towards the bird that was teasing it.
"I have some stories that I don't want to chew on and truths that I don't want to keep in my heart. I want to tell you about them. Do you want to listen to my nagging?"
Xu Qingmu sat cross-legged: "This is something new, but it's a pity that the wine is missing."
The old beggar also sat down and said with a smile: "The wine bottle of people in the world is never empty. From young people to old age, from Chunchun apricot wine to Youyou's thoughts, there is always wine in the cup.
When it's empty, I'll refill it with a story."
Xu Qingmu was a little surprised. The old beggar, who had always kept his mouth shut, was a little bit tongue-tied in his words tonight.
Ignoring the little Jiujiu in the young man's heart, he thought to himself and said:
"When I was young, I saw my parents being killed, so I tried my best to practice martial arts, just to take revenge with my own hands. Maybe God was merciful, and when I was as old as you, I was already a four-level swordsman, so I picked up my sword and went down the mountain, crossing my horse.
The bloody enemy. After that, he lost his self for a while. Once you lose your motivation, you are not far away from the dead dog that eats leftovers on the street."
Xu Qingmu listened quietly, waiting for what the old beggar would say.
"In my early twenties, my desires are high. I like to listen to people's false reputation, pursue those romantic things, and win the favor of others. So I love vanity and glory, and I am exploited by others. I am proud of killing good people by mistake with my sword.
Bullying only shirks the responsibility to the weak because of their incompetence and death." It was a rare occasion when the young man's regret on the old beggar's face was so real, just like that rainy night when he knocked over the bowl of Xu Qingmu when he was a child, and the bowl was filled with food for him.
leftover rice.
"Later, I felt that I should give my destiny a try, but I found that many things, many people, and many things that I had ignored before had become extremely precious, but I could no longer appreciate them and could only be regarded as useless.
Fingertips." The old beggar sat and looked at the horizon. Such a short stature looked even smaller under the endless sky.
The old beggar turned his eyes to Xu Qingmu again: "I know you can't understand this, it's just the old man's life insights that are like a stream of light in this life, but I still want to bother you one more time."
"When you are young, you should be careful when you are young; when you are strong, you should be careful about desire; when you are old, you should be careful about gaining."
"In their youthful days, many people just struggled to get what they asked for, and spent the time in their lives in a muddle-headed manner. They survived the untimely birth, and survived the realization that their talents will be useful. But they failed to survive in a down-to-earth way.
, diligently and conscientiously.”
"When you reach your prime, all kinds of desires are added to your body. Some of you are addicted to wine and sex, emptying your body and complaining about beauty. In fact, this is wrong. You have no initiative in the trouble itself. In the final analysis, it is just your own weak will that is to blame; the other part
He is addicted to power and intrigues all day long, and in the end his body will be crushed with swords and his soul will be written off in the history books."
"Now that I'm here, I can't let go of my gains. All my life's business has become a shackles in the end."
Xu Qingmu stared at the old beggar and hesitated to speak.
The old beggar seemed to have guessed what the young man was thinking, and reached out to pat the young man on the shoulder. The old beggar had always fully supported Lin Xiao's decision to never let Lin Xiao take too much care of Xu Qingmu.
"As the old saying goes, being successful at a young age is actually a great misfortune. The objective conditions around you will always restrict your desires, making you want to indulge but not be able to. If you are successful at a young age but don't know how to restrain yourself, your out-of-control desires will be like a flood, swallowing everything. Restraint
A person who is thirsty will not open the floodgates and release the water to drain the lake and fish. He understands that if the water is three thousand, you can only take one scoop. Once the floodgates are opened and the water is released, everything will be beyond the controllable range and will lead to irreversible defeat."
Xu Qingmu smiled and said nothing, he understood the truth, but God was about to impose a great responsibility on him, and no one would tell him about the suffering.
The old beggar slowly stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and like Li Chengru, took out a hanging jade out of thin air. He said to Xu Qingmu: "This hanging jade is a rare square-inch object in the world. It can hold ten square objects.
In the future, when you travel around the world, it will be a disgrace to your image to be lavished with everything."
Xu Qingmu directly stretched out his hand to take it. He and the old beggar never did the pretense of refusing to welcome.
Politeness and strangeness are reserved for outsiders.
At the end, the old beggar suddenly said: "Hold the sword."
The young man's palms, which were holding the corners of his clothes, were filled with blood.
The old beggar gently patted the young man's shoulder, and straightened his back, which was slightly taller than Li Chengru, like the summer cicada singing to the autumn, like the returning bird singing to the moon.
As if he was relieved, the young man still did not relax his wrinkled shoulders and just whispered:
"good."
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall because there is no one to worry about under that wall.