"Nuwa is really not a good thing..."
Haoran replied dumbfoundedly: "Yes, yes, Fuxi is not a good thing... neither is a good thing." After meeting this person and following him on the road, he was overwhelmed by countless fallacies and heresies.
The crimson mask, the eyebrow line is exaggeratedly drawn straight to the forehead, the ferocious fangs, and the bright red thin lips exposed at the opening, the neck is covered by the tight neckline, and the long hair is casually tied with a thick rope. Black belts cinched the robes. There is a long sword pinned to the belt, and the sandalwood scabbard is antique. He looked like a wandering sword fairy.
This man told Haoran that his name was "Mr. Copper".
Since Mr. Tong showed up in the valley outside Xiqi City a few days ago, he has eaten Haoran to death, and he is sure to follow him to Lishan.
So Haoran followed him obediently.
However, this man was walking on his feet, but his mouth was not idle. He could speak eloquently with one mouth. Compared with Mr. Tong, King Zhou was simply a stutterer and a useless stutterer.
"Why do you think Fuxi invented gossip? He originally liked gossip very much. Gossip is the source of all things. If you don't gossip, you'd rather die."
After a big somersault, Haoran became immune to Mr. Tong's theory. As the saying goes, don't be surprised when you see a strange one, and the monster will defeat itself. However, Mr. Tong seems to be the ancestor of giant monsters in the world. However, the sudden brainwashing remarks still kept coming into my ears.
"Xuanyuan's family is not a good thing either. The heavenly girl Hanba picked black gold from West Kunlun for him to make an ancient sword, but the Yellow Emperor crossed the bridge and pulled a plank to sleep with Luo Niangniang. In the world..."
"As for Houyi, it's even worse..."
"That, Mr. Tong." Hao Ran was already delirious by this man's talk, he held onto a tree and vomited for a while, and said: "It's getting late, how many hours are left to go to Lishan, why don't we sleep in the open?"
The sun was setting, and the forest was full of orange-red light, and it would be dark in a while. Mr. Tong was not in a hurry, so the two of them found a clean place in the forest for a while. Haoran picked up dry wood, Mr. Tong snapped his fingers casually, and flames ignited on the dry wood.
No need for instructions, no magic weapon, at least this person is better than Jiang Ziya, Hao Ran thought.
"Pee? Go together?" Mr. Tong asked.
Embarrassed, Haoran hurriedly waved to Mr. Tong, the masked man turned behind the tree, there was a sound of water, he shook his Taoist robe, and came back. As soon as he sat down, he said, "Fuxi and Nuwa are brothers and sisters, but they became husband and wife. Do you think this behavior is..."
Haoran hurriedly said: "Stop! Mr. Tong!" This is endless, and the brainwashing words have been lingering in his mind like flies for a long time. , The man who talked non-stop was thrown out of the sky.
Mr. Tong flicked his sleeves, brushed off the dust, and said, "How is it? Donghuangzhong, do you now have a clear understanding of the true colors of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors? We need to see the essence through phenomena, dialectically, systematically... "
When Haoran heard this, he was startled, and lost his voice: "Which era did you travel from?"
Mr. Tong said: "It doesn't matter where I come from and where I'm going. Next, I'll add a few more points..."
Haoran fell over.
"The truth is often in the hands of a small group of people, but before the truth is revealed, this small group of people becomes..."
"Your real name is also Mr. Copper?"
Haoran finally managed to cut off the man's words, the face behind the mask seemed startled, and stopped talking.
Hao Ran asked: "Which era did you come from, and who sent you here?"
Mr. Tong was silent for a moment, Haoran's thoughts were in a mess at this time, he didn't press for questions, just sat quietly, and after a long while, he leaned over and raised his head, as if seeing a little crystal in the eyes of the mask.
Mr. Tong took out a palm-sized egg-shaped object from his bosom. The egg was hollow inside and had six small holes in the shell, which attracted Haoran's attention.
"What is this?"
Mr. Tong said: "This is 'Xun'." (xun)
After finishing speaking, he brought the Xun to the opening of the mouth of the mask and blew it.
Haoran did not expect that this small instrument could produce such a high-pitched tone. The moment it was played, thousands of birds flew out of the woods, circled back and forth in mid-air, and sang endlessly. It was dusk, and the sound of the music was heard for tens of miles, but it was the Yueqianshang that Tianzi Yin played for Haoran that night in the bamboo forest.
Haoran was listening to the emotional part, the sound of the xun suddenly turned dull, Mr. Tong's slender fingers seemed to have a strange magic power, pulled the music that went straight into the sky, and the high-pitched and bright music was pulled back into his hand like a veil, and finally Folded heavily, disappeared in the vibrato.
The birds return to the forest, and the sun sets on the western mountains. A round of bright moon rises slowly behind Lishan Mountain.
"Yue Qian Shang." Hao Ran sighed.
Mr. Tong handed the xun into Haoran's hands, and said, "Yin and Yang are charcoal, and everything is copper. That's where my name comes from."
Jin Xia circulates, the sun rises in the east, Yin Ruibai, the commander of the imperial guards at the foot of Lishan Mountain, opens the way, Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu escorts, and leads a mighty convoy to start climbing the mountain.
The nine-tasseled golden-topped dragon chariot was located in the middle of the line, and the curtains of the chariot were occasionally raised by the spring breeze, revealing Su Daji's pink and tender arms. At this time, this jade arm was resting on King Zhou's neck, and Daji's all-powerful face was very close to the emperor, blowing like orchid, and softly speaking passionate words.
Huang Feihu looked back at the side of the car, because of the Lutai incident a few days ago, the emperor's newly appointed national teacher was half asleep and half awake, dozing off on his mount. The five short stature of the national teacher, the appearance is more like a child in his teens, holding a bone awl in his hand, and the pointed hat is slid to the side, let this clown be the national teacher, what is the face of the wealthy businessmen
I don't know where the grand master has gone, otherwise he will take this clown-like Shen Gongbao out of Chaoge with a whip.
The morning dew was still condensing on the grass leaves beside the road, and when they reached the middle of the mountain, there was a faint sound of music. King Zhou in the dragon chariot lifted the curtain, his eyes were confused, and he said, "Flying tiger, stop."
Daji said: "Which wild man is playing tricks in the mountains, and it is said that Yin is defeated and arrested?"
King Zhou embraced Daji with one hand, and said with a smile, "It's okay, let's listen to what song it is."
Civil servants and generals listened to it for a while in the middle of the mountain. King Zhou was surprised and said, "It's Yue Qianshang. I never knew who else could play this tune except Gu and Taishi."
Seeing that Daji didn't understand, King Zhou explained: "When I was young, I heard that the grand master taught Gu to learn the five notes, and the first song he played to Gu was Yueqian Shang. However, after learning for more than 30 years alone, he finally understood the music. Meaning..." While speaking, he thought of something vaguely, but couldn't think clearly, his brows were furrowed, full of suspicion, and he said: "When will I..."
Daji hastily interrupted: "What is this music played on?"
Regardless of Daji's tightly held hands, King Zhou got out of the car and said, "This man is playing with a xun. The rhythm is unfamiliar and there are many wrong sounds. He must be a new learner." On a whim, he left the convoy and went along Find the music.
Daji was slightly dissatisfied, and winked at Shen Gongbao, Huang Feihu was about to follow, but was stopped by the emperor: "You wait here, I will return in a moment." With Daji and the national teacher Shen Gongbao, they walked through the bushes, Stride up the mountainside.
It was a time when the mountains were full of flowers, and in the breeze, I saw a young man sitting on the bluestone, looking refreshed and personable, but there was an indelible sadness in his brows, holding a xun with his ten fingers, his fingering was jerky, and the music was intermittent.
Standing in the breeze, King Zhou stared at the young man, feeling relaxed and happy. After a long time, he found that there was a person standing behind the young man, with his back to him, and his hands behind his back. He was curious and simply approached him.
The young man stopped playing and didn't get up, he just looked at King Zhou, and the emperor was stunned.
After a long time, Haoran broke the silence and said with a smile: "There is no wine in the mountains, otherwise it would be very elegant to listen to a little song and pour a glass at this time."
King Zhou came back to his senses and said solemnly: "It is not suitable to drink alcohol when listening to this song."
Hao Ran said indifferently: "Why?"
King Zhou replied: "When my teacher heard that Zhongjiao was studying Yueqian, he told the deep meaning of the song: In ancient times, there was a general who was in danger on the golden and iron horse. Thousands of miles of sandy land were in danger, surrounded by enemies; the moon was shining brightly, and corpses were everywhere. , blood flowed like a river, always holding the one I love in my arms, I can't bear to be alone..."
Hao Ran interjected: "It should be the ability of one person to fight against the world; abandoning fame, glory, wealth, and country; only for the tragic meaning of the lover in his arms."
King Zhou nodded and said, "Naturally there is no room for drinking."
A burst of fragrance came, Haoran raised his eyes to look at Daji and Shen Gongbao who were dumbfounded behind King Zhou, smiled, and the figures of the two appeared in his dark eyes as dark as night. Immediately frowned slightly.
He saw Daji and Shen Gongbao knelt down slowly, made a big salute, then left the Taolin in silence.
King Zhou didn't realize it, so he just asked, "Is my little brother a cultivator?"
Hao Ran smiled and said: "There is a fate in the future, and there must be a day to meet. It is disrespectful to prevent the emperor from offering sacrifices to the gods. Please come back, Your Majesty." After speaking, he made a "please" gesture, ignored King Zhou, and put the Xun together When King Zhou was about to say something, the man who had always turned his back to the emperor raised his left hand, and a gust of wind blew thousands of petals, and the peach tree closed suddenly, hiding Haoran and the man in Tsing Yi deep in the bushes.
After King Zhou left, Mr. Tong turned around, brushed the bluestone clean, sat beside Haoran, put one hand on his shoulder, and said, "This is Wen Zhong—"
"Wait a minute!" Haoran interrupted, knowing that Mr. Tong had held back for a long time without saying a word. If he was allowed to speak, he probably wouldn't be able to shut up when it got dark, so he asked first: "Su Daji, Shen Gongbao is it you who is kneeling? Are you?" Who? Even Shen Gongbao wants to kneel down?"
Before Mr. Tong could answer, he stretched out his hand to take off his mask. Mr. Tong pressed Haoran's hand hurriedly and said, "You only know who I am when you take off my mask?"
He said again: "Now that the serious business is not finished, Yin Ruibai washed the poems on the map of mountains, rivers, and land, and you go to write that bastard again. You don't want to go to Wa Palace to see the faces of all the officials?"
Haoran remembered what he did in the morning, almost laughed out loud, and hurriedly said: "Yes, I almost missed the good show."
There was a faint smile in Mr. Tong's eyes behind the mask, and he said, "Yin Munde should have arrived at Wa Palace, so let's go."
Su Hexiang was lit in Wa Palace, and when they arrived in the Palace of Ten Thousand Monsters, Daji dared not take Shiyuan pouch any more, so she folded it carefully and put it in her sleeve. King Zhou took a step forward and stood in front of Shaman. Several ritual officials held three animals and placed them under the jade statue. All the officials knelt down. Daji and Shen Gongbao also knelt down and whispered.
"what happened?"
"Laojun recast the body for the Eastern Emperor Bell."
"I know." Daji interrupted slightly displeased: "You have already said this, what I asked is why that person is with the Eastern Emperor Bell..."
Shen Gongbao lowered his voice and said: "How do I know? Donghuang Zhong has already joined the teaching, so it shouldn't be..."
King Zhou recited the sacrificial speech aloud, Shen Gongbao and Daji both froze and stopped talking.
The Son of Heaven's voice was loud and far away outside the hall, but Haoran and Mr. Tong were hiding behind the pillars, sticking out their heads to look around from time to time, only listening to the Son of Heaven after he finished reading, but it was inconvenient to worship, and all the officials were silent.
King Zhou stood there for a while, then murmured: "Shou Deqian's inscription of poems was really in a trance for a while, and it was rude. I also ask Empress Nuwa to forgive me."
When the officials heard this, their faces were overjoyed, and there was a lot of discussion. Huang Feihu let go of his heart and said with a smile: "In that case, please wash the disrespectful poem with your own hands."
King Zhou looked confused and didn't know what he was thinking about. Shen Gongbao whispered to Daji, "Meng Tianjun's bowl of Wanghun Soup is so powerful that the Hunjun even forgot about it."
Yin Ruibai knelt and said loudly: "Your Majesty sent a general here a few years ago to wash away the poems on the murals."
All the ministers were clamoring, but King Zhou turned his head in doubt, and asked, "Is there such a thing? Why doesn't Gu remember?"
Yin Ruibai replied: "It is absolutely true, the general dare not deceive the emperor, the king will know when he lifts the gauze curtain."
King Zhou shook his head and smiled, "I really don't remember." Immediately, he stepped on the altar under the jade statue and reached out to lift the gauze curtain in front of the jade statue of Nuwa. In the hands of King Zhou. Even Daji and Shen Gongbao forgot to talk at this time.
The moment the gauze curtain was lifted, the emperor's smile froze.
I saw that the innate treasure--the map of Shanhe Sheji no longer has blasphemous inscriptions, but there are two more lines of crooked melons and jujubes in the lower right corner.
□□: Yin Shoude.
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