Chapter 31: Chanting Poetry All the Way to Chang'an
Lishan Town is nearly a hundred miles away from Chang'an. According to the horse power, even if you ride a fast horse and start the journey in the morning, you will not be able to reach Chang'an until the afternoon. It has snowed every three to five days in the past few days. The official road to Chang'an was not easy to walk in the past.
Turning your gaze to the east, you can vaguely see the festive sky above Chang'an City.
"Tomorrow is the New Year. I'm afraid Chang'an City is extremely prosperous at the moment." Thinking of the bustling scene of Chang'an City on New Year's Eve today, Meng Xinghe tightened the reins of his horse. If he didn't have to take care of those behind him, I'm afraid he would have died early. He was not afraid of getting into trouble and ran away to Chang'an. He was really worried that his relatives would be frantically looking for him because of his disappearance.
"You seem to be in a hurry. Why? Do you have something on your mind?"
The speaker was Uncle Fu, whom Meng Xinghe brought out from the Heavenly Palace. He was leisurely riding an old horse that was even thinner than him. He looked into the distance and said, "Thousands of years later, the world will be even worse than when the Qin Dynasty was at its peak. It’s so prosperous. I really don’t want to go back to that dark palace.”
Meng Xinghe curled his lips: "Don't forget the purpose of your master calling you out. If he knows your thoughts, don't expect you to have a good life."
"Everyone in the world says that immortality is good. Who knows how troubled it is. The smoke and clouds that last forever must pass. It's still me who has stared at you for thousands of years. Haha... Meng Xinghe. One day, you will look at the people you love the most and feel helpless. I died in your arms. What's the use of giving you immortality?" Uncle Fu's expression was even complicated. Even though he had a lot to say in his heart, I'm afraid it has been rotten in his heart for a thousand years. This is beyond the palace of heaven. He is like a bird that has escaped from a cage. He will naturally happily enjoy the rare freedom.
If anyone in this world can understand the meaning of Uncle Fu's words, of course Meng Xinghe is one. He walked at the front of the entourage, one old and one young. Sometimes they whispered to each other, sometimes they sighed, and sometimes they even let out a short burst of laughter. In the eyes of the group at the back, it was directly told that the young and old were both unreasonable lunatics. It was even weird that they were still in the mood to joke in such a heavy snowstorm.
"Uncle Fu, I've always wanted to ask you a question."
"Tell me. You always have a lot of questions. You have asked me more than a hundred questions since you came out of the Heavenly Palace." Regarding Meng Xinghe, a troubled boy, Uncle Fu had already seen how powerful he was.
"I have been thinking about it. I heard Concubine Yuxiang say before that since the founding of the Taiping Religion, four ancient families have been guarding it. I turned to think about whether these four ancient families are the four that you want to contact. Big family. Hehe, don’t lie to me. Your eyes have betrayed you." Damn it. The Taiping Religion was just created by Qin Shihuang to change history. Zhang Jiao was just a chess piece he sent out. .I still remember that day in the Lingxiao Palace of Yuxianfang. I heard about the four major families of the Taiping Sect. Meng Xinghe, who had entered the Heavenly Palace, immediately connected the two. That's why this question came up.
Uncle Fu was silent for a while. Before coming out, the master did not tell him whether he wanted to keep Meng Xinghe a secret. Whether he should answer or not would depend on his mood.
"It's okay to tell you, but I have a condition."
"Okay. The best wine in Chang'an." Knowing that this old man likes to drink, and in large quantities, Meng Xinghe fell in love with him.
"No, no, no. I don't want wine from Chang'an. I heard that there is a wine in the Western Regions that is as red as blood. It tastes fragrant when you drink it. General Mongolia brought it back when he conquered the Xiongnu in the west. Old man, I don't drink any wine. .Just drink the kind of wine from the Western Regions."
"Damn, you damn old man. He still wants to drink the grape wine from the Western Regions." Meng Xinghe despised him in his heart. In order to get the answer, he had to take a step back and said: "Your answer better satisfy me, otherwise. "Don't talk about drinking. When you get to Chang'an, you can solve your own food and accommodation problems." Humph. I still don't believe that I can live in Chang'an without any traces.
After receiving Meng Xinghe's promise, Uncle Fu laughed in a hoarse voice: "The Taiping Sect was founded by my master. Then its four major families that protect the religion are naturally the four major families that protect the Tiangong. However, among these four major families Not everyone knows the mission of their family, but every clan leader will tell this secret to the next clan leader before he dies. It will be passed down from generation to generation to protect the Taiping Sect and the Tiangong."
"What about the Holy King? Does the Holy King know this secret?" Meng Xinghe knew that the secret was to change history according to the guidance of the Book of Heaven. Meng Xinghe even suspected that a large part of the content that appeared in the Book of Heaven had been tampered with by the founder, Qin Shihuang.
"Oh. No. Maybe you still don't understand. The so-called Holy King is actually looked for by people from the four major families. When the Holy King reaches a very powerful level, he will get help from the four major families. Then go to the Heavenly Palace to meet the master. If the master's deal can be completed, then from now on, the four major families will not have to abide by that ancient law. Then the nightmare that has attached to their families will be lifted."
Uncle Fu didn't know much, but what he said made Meng Xinghe, a man who had always been confused, suddenly realize.
It turns out that the people who run the entire Taiping Religion are actually the four guardian families. The Holy King is just a spokesperson they chose. So what is the nightmare of the family? I am afraid it is the curse placed on these four families by Qin Shihuang that is difficult to break. .
In fact, using a curse to describe it may be a bit mysterious. But when Meng Xinghe finds out about it later, he will feel that the nightmare is more terrifying than the curse.
No. If the Holy King is the spokesperson, then he was secretly led to this path by people from the four major families.
Damn it. Don't let me know who those four major families are.
Mr. Meng was a little angry. He could bear it if he was tricked by Li Shimin. But he couldn't bear it if he was tricked by the four major families.
"Uncle Fu, according to what you said, since every saint king of the Taiping Sect will go to the Heavenly Palace to meet your master, then why do you say that only four people have been to the Heavenly Palace in the past thousand years." That's not right. The Taiping Sect has developed after all. Hundreds of years, let alone dozens of saint kings. Then each saint king will go to the Heavenly Palace to complete transactions. Then there will be dozens of transactions that have not been successful. Moreover, Meng Xinghe has a question in his mind. Will he take office? The holy king also visited the Heavenly Palace.
Uncle Fu didn't know how to answer. He took the trouble to say: "Yes. It stands to reason that every Holy King will have the opportunity to go to the Heavenly Palace. However, not every Holy King will have good luck. They will either die early. .Either he lacks martial arts or insufficient intelligence. What my master needs is someone with great wisdom to cooperate. Rather than just finding someone and asking him to change history. This is no different from playing the harp to a cow."
Well, it turns out that this is the case. Xiang Yu is powerful and Zhang Jiao is extremely intelligent. As for Pan An, it should be considered lucky. I made a brief summary of the three people who have been to Tiangong before. In an instant, Meng Xinghe thought of a person in his mind. The previous Holy King, I heard from my two sisters, was a rare talent that could only be seen in a hundred years.
"Uncle Fu, let me ask you, have you ever met a person? Oh, by the way. His name is Xiao Yi. He is also the Holy King of the Taiping Sect."
Damn, old man, you should speak quickly. Meng Xinghe was vaguely looking forward to his answer. From yesterday to now, even when they were on the road, the two great fairies Shi Luoshen and Yu Xiangfei didn't know how many times they asked Meng Xinghe. I asked him a hundred times if he had found any trace of his master in the Heavenly Palace since he had been to the Heavenly Palace. Every time Meng Xinghe didn't answer, he would get the murderous looks of the two goblins, which seemed to be telling Mr. Meng that if they can't be found, Master. Then Mr. Meng, don't even think about happiness. I still have three wives holding the hands of two goblins. It's not okay if his mother doesn't obey.
I don’t know what Master Meng’s difficulties are. Forbrough reined in his horse and said, “I don’t know.”
Meng Xinghe had a vague feeling that things were not as simple as Uncle Forbes said. But he also knew that it would be even harder to get words out of this old immortal's mouth.
"Damn old man, you actually gave me a hand. You will have a good time when we get to Chang'an." Mr. Meng glanced sideways at Xu Fu, who was shaking sleepy. A vicious thought came to his mind quickly.
The howling north wind mixed with the snowflakes in the sky made Master Meng shiver. He quickly put back his random thoughts and looked at the heavy snow falling on the field. Master Meng read a poem with great interest and said: "At dusk, the mountains are far away. .The weather is cold and the white house is poor. I hear dogs barking at Chaimen. I return home on a snowy night. Chang'an City. I'm back again..."
"It's very good. It's very good. It's an old man's performance. I don't know if it can compare to the night you returned home." Uncle Fu also joined in the fun. He said: "Blow the three passes through the snow. Riding on the horse to ride on the plain. It is a day to get rid of the old and welcome the new." Watching Chang'an while drunk."
"Haha. Since Lord Meng and Turtle Immortal are so interested in reciting poems here to compete with each other, I, the king, also join in the fun and compose a poem." From a distance, I heard that the two people walking in front of the team were actually interested in reciting poems to compete with each other. Li Chengqian rushed from behind. He was in a good mood and joined in the fun and said, "I'm just afraid that my poems are not as artistic as the two of you."
"The prince is joking. The city of Chang'an is right in front of you. In addition, today is the day to get rid of the old and welcome the new. We and I just sang out of interest. If the prince wants to take advantage of the beautiful scenery, he can recite a poem. That's fine. Just do it on whim." Anyway, the journey is boring. Meng Xinghe doesn't mind reciting poems all the way to Chang'an. Such arty behavior may not be as good as those scholars hiding in a restaurant competing for exams.
"Mr. Meng is indeed very heroic." Li Chengqian was even pleased with Meng Xinghe's ability to speak. He then picked up the reins of his horse and looked at the most prosperous capital city of the Tang Empire. He said: "The east wind blows thousands of families. Spring comes and changes the world. Today is the time. White snow. Tomorrow the sun will shine on Chang'an."
The three people were reciting poems in front of them. The group of followers behind them all listened. All the women in the carriage were not ordinary women. They heard the poems recited by each of the three people. Except for Master Meng, who was eager to return home. .In addition to the open-minded temperament of the Turtle Immortal, I am afraid that the one who was surprised was that the prince's sentence "The sun will shine on Chang'an tomorrow" was too arrogant when he said it.