After a while, Zhu San was impatient and was about to leave. "Crack!" The door finally opened slowly with a whine.
"Is anyone lost in the plum blossom forest again?" A male voice came from the door, and at the same time, an old man in his fifties opened the door. The old man's temples were white, and his hands had calluses and wrinkles. When he went out, he saw a yellow man.
Young Man Mao looked at himself calmly, then raised his head and looked around. There was no one else there.
"Did you knock on the door?"
"Old man, is there anyone else here besides me?" Zhu San shrugged, looked around and asked interestingly.
"Why are you alone in the mountains, but you ran out of the village to play alone? Lost your way?" Zhu Sandong's serious tone made the old man smile for a moment.
"The boy is not lost. He is just looking for the Plum Blossom Villa to pay homage to Mr. Zhang Jian." Zhu San said with an old man's hand.
"Looking for the master?" The old man murmured inaudibly. Then his expression changed, he took a step back, and was about to close the door. He replied coldly: "Young man, you are looking for the wrong place. There is no Mr. Zhang Jian here. Come down the mountain quickly."
go."
The gloomy change in the old man's expression made Zhu San a little out of reach, but he still reacted quickly, took two steps forward, and inserted his whole body through the crack of the door.
After wandering for a few times, the door got stuck. Zhu San held it with one hand and took out a piece of silk from his arms with the other hand.
"Old man, what are you doing? I don't have any other intentions, why are you blocking me from the door?"
"Here is a silk letter. Please give it to Mr. Zhang Jian. If he doesn't see it, I will leave naturally."
The silk was packed in a cloth bag. The old man hesitated for a moment, seeing that he was just a child and was unlikely to be in any danger. He had been too impulsive just now, which not only exposed himself, but also allowed the other party to confirm the existence of the master.
In desperation, he had no choice but to take the cloth bag and leave a message: "You wait here, let's talk about it later if I see you.
The old man took the cloth bag and left. Zhu San was not in a hurry and quietly waited for the news at the door.
After a short while, the person recovered.
"It turns out that I am a disciple of my old friend. Please come in quickly. I am in the study. Come with me." The old man closed the door again and led Zhu San towards the villa.
Hearing that he was the disciple of the old master's good friend, the old man returned to his loving smile and asked questions while talking and laughing along the way. If Zhu San's conversation and clear words were not for his innocent face, the old man would have thought that he was a friendly person.
It feels extremely weird to hear an educated adult talking.
Zhu San also learned that the old man's name was Uncle He, and he had served the Zhang family for two generations.
The two people walked all the way. The villa was very large, with empty pavilions and weeds and dead grass everywhere. There was even fog covering the houses in the distance. Zhu San thought in his heart that these two people would not live in this villa. It was so big.
There is no servant to take care of the place.
Zhu San did not ask these questions easily. When Zhang Jian's name was mentioned just now, Uncle He reacted greatly. There must be a secret hidden in it. He just didn't understand why Uncle Wang didn't tell him beforehand. He was thinking in his heart, and he didn't know what Zhang Jian's name was.
What kind of person is Jian? Is the famous person very arrogant? Is there anything I should pay attention to during the conversation?
Thinking silently, I soon arrived at the study. It was a simple wooden house, spacious and grand. The study had stairs and four wooden windows on all sides, supported by wooden poles. There was a figure kneeling on the wooden table inside.
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Uncle He stopped, came to the door and asked, "Sir, Mr. Wang's disciples have brought you here."
"Come in!" A loud voice came from inside.
Uncle He stretched out his hand and made an invitation, letting Zhu San go in alone while he guarded the door.
Nodding his thanks, Zhu San stepped forward, gently pushed open the wooden door, then turned around and gently closed the door. Then he turned around, took three steps forward, knelt down, and quietly observed everything in the room.
Looking inside, he saw a man with a feathered crown and Confucian robes. He was about the same age as Uncle He, about sixty years old. Apart from his gray beard, his appearance was ordinary and unremarkable, but his eyes had the light of wisdom, which should be required by a well-educated man.
Bei Zhiguang, sitting on his knees in a square shape with his hands open and reading, must be Zhang Jian, one of the Eight Horsemen of Jiangxia.
Seeing someone coming in, Zhang Jian glanced at him with his peripheral vision, closed the door, took three steps forward, knelt down in the hall, looked straight ahead, didn't speak, and waited quietly. He was satisfied, Wang Shibo's teaching was good, he was really only eight years old.
Etiquette has been deeply ingrained in my bones.
Zhang Jian never thought about whether there was any possibility of contrition. In his heart, an eight-year-old boy would not have so many small thoughts...
Unfortunately, before Zhu San entered the door, he had already planned in his mind how to face this famous Confucian and what gesture he would make to win his favor.
He succeeded, and he learned etiquette with less. This alone has already greatly increased the favor of the young boy in front of Zhang Jian.
Seeing Zhang Jian's eyes looking at him, Zhu San bowed respectfully: "I am a junior scholar and have met Mr. Yuanjie." Yuanjie was Zhang Jian's name.
"You are Wang Fang Shibo's disciple." The words suddenly became serious. This was Zhu San's first feeling, which made him sit upright in a sense of danger.
"Exactly!"
"Not bad! Not bad!" Zhang Jian said a few words in succession, then lowered his head and continued to read the silk letter, and asked: "Wang Shibo is over eighty years old and has not been in contact for many years. How is he doing lately?"
"Uncle Wang is eighty-eighty and his body is quite strong."
"I am living in seclusion here. I don't want Wang Shibo to know that I have encountered a big change and have already implicated many friends. I don't want them to be implicated by me anymore. Therefore, although I know that Wang Shibo is living in seclusion in Moling County, I don't dare to visit and disturb him. In the end,
Everyone knows it, and I am truly grateful for their concern."
Zhang Jian let out a long sigh, and his words were a bit sad, making people wonder whether he was moved or sad about his great changes.
When Zhu San heard Zhang Jian's words, he immediately understood that Zhang Jian had committed a crime. He was hiding in Tibet and had also implicated his friends, so he took a servant and hid in a ravine. It was so remote and difficult to find that all he wanted was to escape.
Survive the pursuit of the government.
I just don’t know what crime he committed. Except for rebellion and some heinous and inhumane behaviors, celebrities like them would rarely be charged with crimes.
"Wang Shibo said in his letter that he hopes I will accept you as a disciple. Do you know this?"
"Yes, I came here just for this matter. I beg you, sir, to accept me." Zhu San bowed his head and asked.
Weird, the same weird, Zhang Jian felt the same as Uncle He. This young man answered questions clearly and calmly, without the panic of young men of the same age, not at all. No wonder the letter said: "My disciples each held a silk letter to visit their nephew.
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"Young and precocious are too young to be far from adults. That's why Wang Shibo is relieved that his disciple can travel alone at such a young age."
Zhang Jian would not think that Zhu San was a monster because of his strange power. Like Wang Shugong, he thought that Zhu San was born with extraordinary talents and had the wisdom of a saint, and so on.
"It's not impossible to accept you as a disciple. There is something I need to tell you in advance. I was accused by the eunuch Hou Lan and his mother of forming a clique and rebelled because of their impeachment. Now I am publishing an article calling for arrest. I am on the run and hiding in
this."
"Perhaps you still don't understand what forming a party and rebelling means, and what publishing articles to demand arrest means. So, if I accept..."
Seeing Zhang Jian's tendency to talk endlessly, Zhu San quickly raised his hand to signal that when the old Confucian opened his mouth, his tongue must be like a lotus. The sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the sun and the moon were upside down. He interrupted and said, "Sir, I understand what you mean, and I also know that the eunuch Hou Lan."
He is one of the Ten Permanent Attendants and the enemy of the scholars in the world. Before the teacher's charges are cleared, if he is accepted as a disciple, the student will also be involved in the crime of rebellion and be arrested by the court."
The relationship between teachers and students is comparable to that between father and son, and is an extremely close relationship. Therefore, if the teacher or father rebels or is involved in other crimes, the son and the student will not be spared. However, if the student rebels against the son, the father can extinguish the relationship and break away from the father-son relationship.
The teacher can also expel his disciples from the school and put aside the interests and dangers.
Of course, these are general circumstances. If the emperor and those in power are determined to kill you, there is nothing much to say.
"I didn't expect these connections. You know it. It's better this way. In this case, are you still willing to worship me as your teacher?" Zhang Jian asked solemnly. He had already implicated many friends along the way, and he really didn't want to implicate another young man.
Involved, although I am satisfied with Zhu San from the bottom of my heart.
Throughout ancient and modern times, every teacher is the same. He likes smart students because they can bring him a sense of accomplishment and honor.
"Disciple pays homage to the teacher." Zhu San paid homage without even thinking about it.
Zhu San's decisiveness showed Zhang Jian his determination and fearless spirit to become a disciple. In this case, he no longer hesitated and immediately said: "Okay, today I, Zhang Jian, will accept you as my disciple."
"Originally, when a disciple enters the country, he should have a big feast, but now that we are all down and out, customary rituals such as Shuxiu have been simplified. If you kowtow three times, it will be considered a formality." Zhang Jian said in a somewhat lonely tone, missing him.
Known as the Eight Horsemen and well-known throughout the world, it is a shame to be stigmatized in this old age...
"Shuxiu?" Zhu San suddenly remembered that when Uncle Wang took him in, Zhu Laoshi dried all the meat in his house and gave it away. Then he held a banquet in the village and advertised it, which cost Zhu Laoshi many months.
savings.
After kowtowing three times, Zhang Jian raised his hand to indicate that it was okay, and then said: I have accepted some disciples before I became a master, but because I was afraid of implicating them, I expelled them all from the school. I will tell you all of this later."
"By the way, I still don't know your name, Master?"
After the ceremony, Zhang Jian remembered that he still didn't know Zhu San's name, so the uncle Wang's silk letter was only signed by my disciple.
"Teacher, the student's nickname is Zhu San. It was given by his father. Later students also wanted to change it to a better name, but my uncle said that it should be chosen by future teachers, so the name San'er is still used today."
In fact, Zhu San really wanted to change his name back to his previous life, but in the Han Dynasty, his elders and teachers were all here, so how could he, a child, name himself? This was a great disrespect to his elders.
"It seems that Wang Shibo has taken great pains to treat you. Even if you don't become my disciple today, he will recommend you to other friends. He once served as Dr. Qingliu at Taiyuan University. However, during the reign of Emperor Heng, he offended the eunuchs and was dismissed from office.
Later, he stopped serving as an official and returned to his hometown in Moling County to live in seclusion."
Listening to Uncle Wang's passing little by little, Zhu San recalled that every once in a while, people from other villages would come in to visit Uncle Wang, but some would leave in a hurry. It seemed they must be messengers.
Zhang Jian silently excused Zhu San and said, "You are only eight years old, but your body is comparable to that of an eleven or twelve year old boy. You are strong, dark, and tall."
"In this way, I will name you Kui and Zhu Kui. Kui means strong. Kui means the head. I hope you can fulfill Wang Shibo's lifelong wish and become the leader of that shilin one day."
Zhu San doesn't know whether people attach more importance to fame as they get older, but although Uncle Wang lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests, he knows firsthand how passionate he is about fame and fortune. To be the leader, to be the leader of scholars, this is Wang Uncle's lifelong wish.
, and also understood the reason why Uncle Wang would say in the beginning, "How can I be so willing to visit the king? My son and grandson are all working on the grass, but the son of a good friend is famous in the world." Such jealous words.
But no one would have thought that this was the name of Zhu San in his previous life. In his previous life, he was called Zhu Kui, and he used it for twenty-eight years.
Is this God's will? Can a soul only have one name, and will the soul also travel with it from life to life?