"His name is Wang Lin." Su San said quickly.
"Give me his test paper." Su Dao, the old man in green shirt, with joy in his eyes.
Seeing the other party's words like this, Su San smiled and took out the test paper from his arms. The purpose of his coming to see the husband was to let the other party take a look at this unique test paper.
Only after coming here, Su Dao didn't look at it at all until today.
Holding Wang Lin's test paper, Su Dao took a closer look and nodded.
"This young man is the last disciple accepted by the old man." With a smile, Su Dao glanced at the back of Huafang, who had gone away. There was a group of catkins in the moonlight, floating in the eyes of him and Huafang like eternity. At that moment, unable to tell whether Su Dao was looking at the catkins or the painting boat, he turned and left.
Time flies, and when it flows away, I want to pursue it but there is no trace.
A few days later, Wang Lin took the big blessing and left the painting boat. He stood on the bank, looking at the painting boat that had lived for more than a month, and looked at the river where he had waited for more than a month, and was silent for a long time.
Half an hour later, Wang Lin shook his head and sighed. The moment he turned and was about to leave, a faint scream came from the sky. Wang Lin's body shook, and he suddenly looked up at the sky.
But I saw the familiar white bird circling in the sky. Slowly, the bird fell and stood on the stone bridge in the distance. After looking at Wang Lin, he flew up again and rushed into the clouds. The figure is like catkins.
"Is that you..." Wang Lin murmured.
Wang Lin did not participate in the scientific investigation of Su Ju, and on the day he left the painting boat, he was invited to Sucheng Daru, Su Dao's gate mansion. The one who took him was the old prisoner of the county seat.
Su Dao's gate house is not big, but it is very elegant inside. In the quiet, there is a calm and peaceful atmosphere. In the courtyard here, Wang Lin saw the old man who had asked himself on the bridge before.
Dafu was left outside the courtyard. Wang Lin and Su Dao, drinking osmanthus wine in the pavilions of the courtyard, the old and the young, talked slowly in this quiet.
Until the bright moon was high, Wang Lin bowed to Su Dao.
"The old man has many disciples in his life, but the real disciple is only three. From now on, you will be the last disciple of the old man. The old man does not want you to be an official official, and your disposition is not suitable... The old man wants you to be. After returning, I, Zhao Guo Daru!
It's not even Zhao Guo. There are many countries on this Suzaku star, and the old man hopes that you will become the great scholar of my Suzaku star! This life is not about wealth and glory, not about power, but you can understand the truth of the world and have your own thoughts!
In this world, I am a mortal, and naturally there are also immortal cultivators. In my life, several immortal cultivators came and invited me to enter the Tao, but in the end they were rejected by me.
The old man looks at the sky with a smile, and his mind has his own universe. What I am looking for is not the Tao, but the thinking of the heaven and the earth. I clearly understand the truth of the heaven and the earth. Even though I am only a fragile body, my thoughts can last forever and break the world. The cage, even those immortals, even if they can destroy me and other mortals with a single finger, but they must lower their noble heads in front of this worldly scholar!
Cultivating immortals against the heavens, but my generation of scholars, after understanding the path of heaven and earth, why not go against the heavens and the earth!
If the world is alive, in his eyes, those immortal cultivators, just like me, are all mortals! They are mortal, and we are mortal. The difference is that they have the power to smash mountains and the earth, but we have the mind to understand the world. All of these, after all, overlap.
As a teacher, there are many monks among the disciples. They come to be teachers and inquire about the artistic conception. They want to reach the realm of turning thinking like a god, and they have a deeper pursuit, asking who is the Tao!
Such a life is ordinary, but extraordinary, Wang Lin, would you like to choose? "At this moment, Su Dao, under the moonlight, even though he was just an elderly person, Wang Lin clearly felt an unspeakable breath of mighty aura in him.
This breath is an arrogant look to the world. After comprehending the truth, there is a thought that belongs to him. It is precisely because of the existence of this thought that Su Dao has stepped on the peak.
That thought was like a ball of flame, burning in Su Dao's body, enough to shake the earth.
"Confucian scholars, great scholars, and finally the master!" Su Dao stared at Wang Lin with his hands behind his back.
Wang Lin was silent, and after a long time he bowed to Su Dao again.
This time, Wang Lin was just nineteen years old, and Su Dao was eighty-three years old.
While Su Daochang laughed, he took Wang Lin's hand and lifted him up. In the pavilion, his words echoed everywhere.
"The old man entered the official position in his youth, resigned in his middle age and returned to his hometown. He traveled all over the territory of Zhao, and even went to many countries on this continent. The old man understands the world in his grief and sighs with emotion in his life, always remembering the scenes of acquaintance with her in the early years.
After that, the old man's thoughts are causal.
This cause and effect, what is it, why is there such a causal cycle between heaven and earth..."
One night later, Wang Lin’s life has changed during this night. He no longer has the idea of going to the university to enter an official position. Instead, in silence, he silently pursues the life he wants. What he wants, except In addition to the filial piety of the parents, it is to understand the world and follow the voice that exists in the brain.
"What is cause and effect... What is life and death... What is true and false..."
He and Dafu lived in Su Dao's mansion, and listened to Su Dao's teachings every day. Gradually, the atmosphere of the great Confucianism became stronger and stronger in him.
In the scientific expedition that year, dozens of people became Su Ju and finally stepped into Kyoto. From then on, some people soared into the sky, and some returned home sadly. Wang Lin saw all this in his eyes, but he couldn't move his heart.
He did not enter the official position, but Wang Lin’s reputation was also set off in the State of Zhao, and even overwhelming the few Su Ju officials who soared into the sky. As a student of Su Dao, with the passage of time, with the passage of time After passing by, although Wang Lin has never left Su City, it is always Wang Lin's acting teacher who comes to visit Su Dao.
Whether it is a mortal student or a wealthy royal family, even a monk, Wang Lin has seen a lot in the past few years. The more calm he is, the more wedding wine, and the more free and easy.
In a twinkling of an eye, several springs passed by and autumn came. In this year, when catkins were flying in the city, Wang Lin was about to enter middle age. He stood in the courtyard that Su Dao put away as a student ten years ago, and let it go. The catkins fell, covered with bluestone.
Su Dao’s body is getting older and older. The years have taken away a lot of him and left a lot of it. At this moment, he can no longer have a night of drinking and chatting with Wang Lin like ten years ago. Instead, he sits on a wooden chair. Pushed by the two servants, while the catkins were flying, they watched with Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked calm, and after dismissing the two servants, he pushed Su Dao's seat.
"Lin'er, look at these catkins, they are here year after year, even if they leave for the teacher, they will appear as if they had an eternal agreement with the world, every time this season." Su Dao's voice was hoarse. But the spirit was still very good. As the right hand was raised, a group of catkins fell on his hand and stopped moving.
"This catkins is life." Wang Lin said softly.
"Life, isn't it just a mass of cause and effect? It floats in front of you, but you raise your hand to catch it, but in the end you can't catch it. Unless it's tired, it will fall into your hand. "Su Dao said slowly, looking at the catkins in his hands.
When Xu was speaking, there was a soft breath that made the catkins in the palm of his hand fly up again, drifting farther and farther.
"Causality, cause and effect, Wang Lin, if you can find your own lump in the catkins that fills the world one day, then you will understand clearly what is cause and effect." Su Dao smiled, with a right hand. Refers to the sky.
"That group of catkins is just a teacher!"
Wang Lin looked up and followed Su Dao's fingers, but the sky catkins were like snowflakes, many, many, and he couldn't tell which one Su Dao was referring to.
"You can't see it, because the catkins is my life..." Su Dao closed his eyes, two lines of tears were left behind.
"That was two groups of catkins, they were blown by the wind, and they were stuck together. That was my life with her..." In Su Dao's mind, all the catkins in the sky disappeared, only those two stuck together. The willow catkins exist, and they are flying farther and farther in the wobbly.
"When the catkins were dancing that year, I saw you. I was standing on the bridge and looking at you who was at a loss. I was thinking that you, Wang Lin, are a group of rootless catkins, very helpless and confused, as if There is a problem in your mind that makes you unable to understand.
I looked at you and looked at the catkins flying in front of you. Among them was a mass of your life. It circulated in front of you several times, but you couldn't see it, so it came to me.
I looked at the catkins, but you must think that I was looking at you... The question I asked was also the catkins, but you must think that I was asking you...
At that time, I was thinking, I want to help you. Su Dao sat on the chair, turned his head, his old face showed kindness, and looked at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was shocked.
"You are the last cause and effect in my life. I always feel as if I have seen you somewhere." Su Dao turned his head and looked at the sky.
"Years and every year, in this season, people will see catkins all over the city, but they don’t understand, don’t know, that every catkin, they come at this time, to find the person connected to them, because Each of them is a person's life...
Only in the end, they fell on the water, fell in the dust, dissipated in our eyes... It's not that they didn't find it, but we couldn't find it for ourselves. "
Wang Lin raised his head silently and looked at the willow catkins that fluttered this year, just like ten years ago.
Gradually, he seemed to see a bunch of willow catkins stuck together. They were two, like moisturizing each other, sticking together, slowly floating in the endless willow catkins, letting the wind grow stronger. They can't be blown away, which are tightly connected together.
In my ears, there seemed to be a piano sound floating from nowhere, and the piano sound revealed a sense of loss, as if there was a woman, in that lonely waiting, only accompanied by the sound of the piano.