The three passed by the back porch and listened under the window for a while. The reason is that the Biyong Pavilion is too close to the north gate. Although the Yuan soldiers are now gathered outside the east gate of Shangjing, they are not sure whether they will turn to attack the north gate. The Patrol Division suggested that Tang Jishi should move to another school, or suspend classes for a few days.
"Isn't the northern part of the palace?" Duan Ling asked.
"The emperor is not coming."
Cai Yan explained to Duan Ling that Duan Ling knew that the Yelu clan only stayed in Beijing a few times a year, and it was more a palace than a palace. After the Battle of Huai Shui, Liaoning established five capitals, and Yelu Hongji mostly lived in Zhongjing, Henan Prefecture.
"Classes can't be suspended." Tang Jishi said slowly, "The youths are full of vigor. Now let them go home. Father's wars and discussions are not governed by anyone, and they may do something dangerous."
The patrol officer said, "It's up to Master Tang to decide. When he was about to set off, Cai Zhongjun also instructed that if the Biyong Pavilion is unwilling to temporarily move away, his subordinates will lead the army to defend the place."
"On the day the country is broken, will An have a family return? Under the nest, how can there be any eggs?" Tang Jishi said again, "Please go back and tell General Cai to fight well, don't worry about these things, although there are scholars in the Biyong Hall, There is still responsibility for that.”
The messenger had to retire, Tang Jishi returned to the backyard and found that the three had slipped away, so he had to shake his head and give up.
The night | descended, the sky in the southeast was reddened by a large area, and it was obvious that there was already a war outside the city. Duan Ling didn't dare to climb the wall any more, but just stood in the yard, looking out worriedly. During dinner, everyone whispered and exchanged news from unknown sources. After the meal, Tang Jishi personally counted the number of people, and even more seriously instructed not to sneak out at night, otherwise all study qualifications will be cancelled.
After the students returned to the courtyard, there was a sudden noise outside, because each family came to pick up the students. The war outside the city became more and more urgent. Yelu Dashi had personally led the army to fight against the Yuan people three times and returned wounded. For a while, rumors spread in the city, and everyone was worried and wanted to take the teenagers back.
"Everyone." Tang Jishi, still in his genial appearance, ordered the servants, "Please go back and tell your madams, the Biyong Pavilion only listens to the orders of the North and the Southern Courts, the madams' words are not good enough, your masters must be mostly If you have any questions, please let the master come over.”
In the words of Tang Jiji, the housekeepers who will pick up people in the future are all blocked from the door. On one side are the housekeepers who are terrified all day long, and on the other side are the children who look through the autumn water and just want to go home. A few steps from the Biyong Pavilion are really like a silver man. The difficulty of flying is very frustrating.
After the housekeepers went back, less than half an hour later, there was another noise outside. This time, the family members of the officials changed their strategy and came by car, but did not enter the main entrance. Showing a face, some anxious and some desolate, for a while, "children" and "hearthearted children" came one after another, crying, crying and anger, so sad.
Duan Ling saw a young man standing in front of each window, as if he was visiting a prison. Presumably there would be no Li Jianhong there, so he went back full of disappointment. Thinking of the flute sound last night, I went to the backyard, but the flute did not sound again.
Long Yue was in the sky, and the voices outside the city gradually decreased, as if even the Yuan army who attacked the city was about to fall asleep, so Duan Ling leaned against the tree in a daze.
"The moonlight is just right tonight, why is Your Majesty sighing at the moon?" Li Jianhong's voice said.
Duan Ling's eyes lit up and he laughed. When he was busy getting up, Li Jianhong jumped down from the sycamore tree, wearing a martial robe. Duan Ling wanted to jump up and hug him, but when he entered the Biyong Pavilion, he felt uncomfortable. The same, I always feel embarrassed about many things, so I stand and laugh.
Li Jianhong also looked at him happily, and he changed into a black outfit, which made him look even more handsome.
"Why are you here?" Duan Ling was so happy that he didn't know what to say.
"Ask knowingly." Li Jianhong said solemnly.
Duan Ling then stepped forward, holding Li Jianhong and not letting go.
"Okay, okay." Li Jianhong said, "Beware of being watched by your classmates."
Duan Ling was embarrassed, but Li Jianhong took off a saber by his waist and said, "Here's it for you."
Duan Ling drew the sword and asked, "Where did it come from?"
Li Jianhong replied, "I borrowed it from an old friend. Come, let me teach you some swordsmanship first."
In the past, Duan Ling always pestered Lang Junxia to teach him how to use the sword, but Lang Junxia couldn't beat it, so he only taught him a few simple styles such as drawing the sword, point, and grid. Now Li Jianhong brought the sword to teach him, and Duan Ling could not ask for it.
"You will know the sword-drawing style and point and grid." Li Jianhong said in a low voice.
"Yeah." Duan Ling replied.
"Now I will teach you to 'pick', 'thorn', 'spin' and 'twist'." Li Jianhong said.
Li Jianhong taught the decomposition formula and asked, "Do you remember it?"
Duan Ling nodded, and Li Jianhong said again, "Now put down the sword and let's use the palm instead."
Li Jianhong turned the sword-style into a palm-style, and Duan Ling suddenly discovered that after disassembling it was actually the palm-style that Li Jianhong taught that day. Li Jianhong taught it very seriously, and he took the trouble to let Duan Ling play repeatedly, and then change it after a while. Become a sword, and then change palms, so they are integrated.
Duan Ling played bumpy, often forgetting what he learned. Li Jianhong hooked lightly, took a wrong step, and motioned Duan Ling to follow his footwork. The father and son turned around, sent their palms, and returned their swords. Li Jianhong swept away, and the sword light was like water.
That movement was extremely unrestrained, and Li Jianhong's expression was even more focused when he punched. When he turned around again, drew his sword, and pushed his palm, Duan Ling couldn't help but see God.
Li Jianhong laughed, touched Duan Ling's head, and said, "Come again."
Duan Ling imitated Li Jianhong, serial sword-palm-sword-step.
"Very good." Li Jianhong said, "The understanding is very high, pay attention to the key points."
In the final analysis, swordsmanship is a combination of countless dismantling moves. Duan Ling had not paid much attention to it before. Now that Li Jianhong starts from the basics, Duan Ling feels that there is a lot of potential in martial arts, and it is not less than reading and learning.
After a full two hours, Li Jianhong received his work, and Duan Ling was also sweating.
During these two hours, apart from teaching him swordsmanship, Li Jianhong didn't mention anything else, and it was only when he was about to leave that Li Jianhong said, "It's late at night, hurry back to sleep, and Dad will leave now. "
"Don't." Duan Ling said disappointedly, but Li Jianhong had already flew over the wall and disappeared behind the plane tree.
Duan Ling: "..."
The Biyong Hall will be closed immediately. In order to avoid the war, they can gather at any time. Students don't need to concentrate on the class anymore, so as to avoid the deadly group in case of a stone flying in. But the festival insisted that everyone stay - after all, going home is no safer than staying in the museum.
The national crisis, the students were 50% worried, but they were 50% happy because they didn't have to go to class. Only Cai Yan frowned all day long, and even Duan Ling sighed with him.
"I'm worried about that fool." Cai Yan finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "What are you worried about?"
Duan Ling didn't dare to say that he was worried about his father. In fact, Li Jianhong had nothing to worry about because of his skills. He asked Cai Yan, "Who is the fool?"
"My brother." Cai Yan said, "My brother from the concubines, he always treats people with heart and lungs."
Duan Ling comforted: "Don't think about it anymore."
Cai Yan walked around the room and said, "I want to go out and have a look."
Duan Ling put down the book in his hand and said, "Don't, it's too dangerous."
Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside, and the Yuan army began to attack the north gate. A huge rock smashed into the city wall, but the north gate tower was very high, and the stone could not be thrown. Everyone hurried out, watching the distant north gate full of fear. bang.
"Don't be afraid." Duan Ling said, "You can't throw stones."
Immediately afterwards, another stray bullet flew in. This time, it was not a heavy object. It was like some kind of baggage. It fell into the north gate like a goddess scattered flowers, and more than ten pieces of baggage fell into the Biyong Pavilion. It was blood, and the helmets clanked.
In an instant, a panicked shout resounded in the Biyong Hall. It was a bloody head! He was still wearing the helmet of the Patrol Division, and the flesh on his neck was blurred.
"What's it called?!" Ji Shi roared, and all the teenagers fell silent.
"Pick up all the heads." The sacrifices regained their composure and commanded calmly, "Send it to the hall."
The young men were trembling, and they took the dead man's head by the hair, handed it into the hall, and threw it into the basket. Duan Ling was brave enough to hold it.
The ceremonies gathered all the students, went straight out in the hall, bowed three times to the head in the basket, and then sent them back to the patrol department. When he turned around, Duan Ling saw Ji Shi's eyes, and many things seemed to have been engraved in his heart without words.
During dinner, the teenagers were very worried, as if they were afraid that something would fly down from outside the city and smash them to death. Today, the ritual is the same as before, saying to everyone, "Go back and go to bed early, you will be fine."
After nightfall, the entire Biyong Hall was dead silent, no one spoke, there were almost no lights, and the dark clouds covered the moon. Duan Ling felt dark, took out a sword from the couch, and went out secretly.
"Where are you going?" Cai Yan said in the dark.
"Can't sleep, get up and walk." Duan Ling replied.
"I'll accompany you." Cai Yan stood up and said, Duan Ling hurriedly said no, Cai Yan did not insist, and still lay down.
Cai Yan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep after a while, so he got up and pushed the door out.
"Duan Ling?" Cai Yan didn't see Duan Ling, he was nervous for a while and searched around with bare feet.
Turning around the corridor, I suddenly heard Duan Ling's voice. A lamp in the backyard was propped on the wall, illuminating a tall man who was nearly nine feet tall. He supported his knees, bowed down, and was talking with Duan Ling almost face to face. .
"When did you beat them away?" Duan Ling asked.
"Wait for the beginning of autumn." A man's voice said.
"Why?" Duan Ling asked.
"Autumn is the season of gold, and the main soldier has the energy to kill." Li Jianhong replied, "It's a good time to kill."
Duan Ling: "..."
"There is still a month and a half." Li Jianhong said, "Go and practice what you taught yesterday."
Duan Ling had to pick up the sword. He missed Li Jianhong very much, but when his father came, he seldom chatted with him, just urging him to practice the sword.
"Can you do it without learning?" At this time, Duan Ling just wanted to sit down with Li Jianhong, lean on his arms and talk to him, even if he didn't say anything, as long as Li Jianhong was there, he would not be afraid of anything.
"No." Li Jianhong said solemnly, "If you don't learn, many people want to learn, which is good, but people in the world are begging me, and I just want to teach you, not them."
Duan Ling laughed, and Li Jianhong said again: "You must learn it first, so that I can go out to fight with confidence."
Duan Ling said again: "Then after today's study, can you stay a little longer?"
Li Jianhong shook his head and whispered, "Dad is busy, what do you want to say?"
"I'm afraid." Duan Ling said.
Li Jianhong asked: "What are you afraid of? You have a sword in your hand and your father by your side. Although your father has not been guarding you all the time, there will never be any danger in the Biyong Hall. Don't be afraid."
Duan Ling put down his sword, and Li Jianhong was a little puzzled, but he sat down seriously, patted his knees, and let Duan Ling sit on his lap and hug him. Duan Ling leaned on Li Jianhong's shoulder and told what happened during the day, and Li Jianhong smiled.
"Bring a long sword to Xi and hold Qin Gong, and leave Xi with no punishment..."
"When the body is dead, the gods use the spirit, and the soul is determined to be a ghost."
After listening to it, Li Jianhong sang in a slightly lower voice. The voice was very nice, thick and distant. Duan Ling had also read this song, "National Sorrow", and immediately felt no longer uncomfortable.
Li Jianhong moved towards Duan Ling, raising his eyebrows slightly, indicating, "Do you understand?"
Duan Ling's heart was filled with complicated emotions. In that quiet night, Li Jianhong used a simple, clear, and non-serious way to make him connect his soul with life and death, with mourning, with the rise and fall of the whole world. , Vientiane update contact.
"Get up and learn the sword." Li Jianhong got up and said.
Duan Ling picked up the sword and practiced what he learned last night. Li Jianhong corrected his mistakes and let him practice several times, and said casually, "Gentleman Liang Shang, you can't learn anything by peeking like this, you might as well go back to sleep. "
Duan Ling: "??"
At that time, Cai Yan walked out from behind the column and stared blankly at Li Jianhong.
Duan Ling: "!!!"
"Uncle Shi." Cai Yan said, "Please teach me!"
Cai Yan stepped forward quickly and knelt down at Li Jianhong. Duan Ling was startled and rushed up to help, but Li Jianhong stretched out his hand to tell Duan Ling not to go over.