Juicong thought about it for a while, then changed the subject and said, "After the Xia Yuan Festival, I will perform the ritual of offering sacrifices to the heavens. My son has to change his name. You will be my strong arm in the future. Your surname is Geng. Unnecessary trouble. After my Dayong leaves the customs and pacifies the world, it's not too late for you to reveal your life experience."
Geng Shu was about to leave, when he heard this, he turned his head and said to Juicong, "I have another name, Nie Hai."
"Who paid for you?" Ju Ling asked with a gentle look, "Is your mother?"
"Heng'er gave it to me." Geng Shu replied.
Juicong said: "The name of Nie Hai is still known to people in Luoyang City, it is not a surefire way."
Geng Shu interrupted: "It's up to you, any name will do." Then he turned around and left the hall.
Ju Ling sighed again, and Ju Cong said to her sister: "You are tired too, you have been looking for this day and night for a long time, just take a break."
Ju Ling said, "The day I first saw him, do you know who I thought of?"
"Jiang Heng?" Juicong asked, "Where have you seen him?"
Ju Ling nodded with a smile on her lips, and said, "Behind Emperor Jin. I don't know why, I think of my eldest brother. When I was a child, when my father went to court, my eldest brother sat behind him, holding a pen, learning to take notes. Learn to deal with government affairs. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, like a dream."
Ju Ling also left, the hall was empty, and the rest of Ju Cong sat alone in a trance, holding the document of sacrifice to heaven in his hand. He thought about it, and was hesitating whether to use the name of Nie Hai for Geng Shu.
"Jie Gui, what do you want to say?" Juicong suddenly said, "I just saw that you looked wrong."
Jie Gui was silent.
Juicong said again: "Come in and talk."
Jie Gui walked into the hall and was silent for a long, long time.
Juicong always felt that this loyal assassin had behaved a little strangely recently—since Geng Shu came to Yongdu, he had been sitting often, dazed all day long, and he couldn't even take care of his job.
This made Ju Cong always think of the days when his elder brother Ju Lang died, and Jie Gui was also so unhappy.
Maybe it was because of Geng Shu's arrival that they remembered their past. Juicong can only think so.
Jie Gui finally opened his mouth and said, "If Jiang Heng is the Grand Historian of the royal capital, and his subordinates have another request, they must go to Lingshan again and try to find them again."
Juicong said: "Everyone is dead, what's the benefit of being persistent?"
Jie Gui said: "When the city of Luoyang was destroyed, the five kingdoms were looking for the golden seal, and the subordinates were very sure that it was on the body of the little Taishi. This child, I want to see people in my life, and I want to see a corpse in death."
Juicong stopped and looked up at Jie Gui.
Cangshan, Changhai.
Jiang Heng has been able to walk alone, and the long sea in late autumn is like a huge mirror, reflecting the scenery of lakes and mountains.
Holding the ashes that Luo Xuan brought back for him, and a box, with his father's black sword beside him, he came to the bamboo raft by the long coast.
Luo Xuan waited for Jiang Heng to get on the bamboo raft, and also jumped up, holding a bamboo pole, and gently tapped on the shore.
The bamboo raft is like an arrow from the string, drifting through the blue sky and white clouds reflected in the water.
Clouds in the water, bamboo rafts across the blue sky.
At the center of the lake, Jiang Heng took out the Golden Seal of the Great Jin Dynasty from the box and threw it into the lake, followed by the black sword.
Finally, he scattered the ashes, Luo Xuan held the pole, turned the bamboo raft, and left. The ashes were scattered on the lake, and rippled along the little, like a galaxy on the lake.
"Master, I want to learn the sword." Jiang Heng said to Luo Xuan.
Luo Xuan said casually: "I'll teach you when I'm empty. If your husband asks you to read more, you should still focus on reading."
There are books as vast as the sea in the sea pavilion, Jiang Heng finally understood what his mother said. There are books in the world that can never be read in a lifetime.
The study of a hundred schools of thought, which was previously read in Xundong, was only a scratch. The Tibetan scrolls in the capital of Luoyang are also just a few words in the world.
And in the huge book pavilion ten feet high in Haige, there are the past, present, and even the future of the entire Shenzhou land. All the scrolls pointed to one place in unison—chess art.
The way of killing, the technique of the organ, the strategy of power and conspiracy, the combination of vertical and horizontal, the strategy of military and family, the curtain of the court, astronomy and geography, poison and pharmacy.
Those are not the Dao, but the way to enter the world. If you want to enter this world of great competition, you have to learn how to kill, and at the same time, you have to learn how not to be killed.
The two disciples of Mr. Ghost, Xiang Zhou and Luo Xuan, had only read half of the martial arts cheats in the sixth shelf of Haige's 3,600 bookshelves, and they were able to rank among the top five assassins, as famous as the genius Geng Yuan.
The world's five largest assassins: Geng Yuan, Luo Xuan, Jie Gui, Xiang Zhou and Mysterio, Jiang Heng has met three of them now.
Can murder save the world? Nobody knows. Luo Xuan also understands that the master must be reflecting: the path they have taken has always been wrong, and this youngest apprentice carries the last hope of Haige.
Jiang Heng no longer has to write essays, and no one has come to ask him what he has learned and when he will be a teacher.
It may be a long, long time until he really learns.
Mr. Ghost retreated again, while Hai Nu Songhua disappeared. Luo Xuan became Jiang Heng's master and accompanied him to study in the corridor every day.
Although the two were masters and apprentices, Luo Xuan was only teaching on his behalf, and he was not serious. He said that he was a master, but he was like Jiang Heng's senior brother.
"Do you still hate me because of Senior Xiangzhou's affairs, Master?" Jiang Hengyoutian asked suddenly while weaving a wind chime under the porch.
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
Time gradually healed Jiang Heng's pain, and Luo Xuan no longer mentioned Geng Shu, just as Jiang Heng had always been alone, with no past and no family.
Luo Xuan said lightly: "Hate, hate you for the rest of your life. Is it bad to hate you? This proves that you will not be forgotten."
Jiang Heng threw a ring, and Luo Xuan raised his hand to catch it.
"You keep what he gave you." Luo Xuan threw it back.
Jiang Heng threw it back again and said, "Give it to you."
"Seeing things and thinking of people, don't." Luo Xuan said, "I don't hate him, I've long forgotten him."
With that said, Luo Xuan went into the room, took out the winter quilt for Jiang Heng, and put it in the sun. It was rare to see a sunny day in Cangshan. Jiang Heng made up the wind chimes and hung them under the porch. Luo Xuan tapped the quilt with his left hand and looked sideways at his every move.
"What are you doing with this?" Luo Xuan said.
"It's too quiet," Jiang Heng said. "It's a little louder and more lively."
Luo Xuan said: "Before you didn't come, Haige was quieter. Now it's noisy all day long, and it's giving me a headache."
Jiang Heng laughed, and Luo Xuan made a "grabbing" gesture toward him with his five fingers, showing his canine teeth and a threatening expression on his face. Jiang Heng was not afraid at all, still young at heart, and said, "Let's go to the market tomorrow? I'll buy you clothes for winter."
"No," Luo Xuan said, walking away, "the clothes can still be worn."
"Master!" Jiang Heng waited for a while, and before Luo Xuan came back, he searched around in the sea pavilion, shouting as he looked.
"What are you doing?" Luo Xuan was adding lights to clean the hall, frowning, "Can you make someone clean for a while? If you don't see anyone in a while, you will yell?"
Luo Xuan's brows were filled with disgust and boredom, but Jiang Heng smiled and wiped the altar with him. When he looked up at the beasts of the Four Spirits, his expression was blank and awe-inspiring.
It's like he listened to Luo Xuan's teaching of martial arts.
Luo Xuan often observed Jiang Heng from the side, watching his every move, but whenever Jiang Heng did not notice his gaze, Luo Xuan liked to stare at him.
After watching too much, occasionally Jiang Heng turned his head and caught Luo Xuan's gaze, and Luo Xuan dodged for a moment.
It is almost winter, and the maple leaves on the mountain have retreated.
Jiang Heng said: "Let's go, let's go. Let's go, Master - let's go."
Most of the time Luo Xuan lay on the couch, under the corridor, and slept wherever he could.
"Don't go!" Luo Xuan kicked Jiang Heng away and said irritably, "Go and go by yourself, get out!"
Jiang Heng had to go down the mountain alone, carrying a cloth bag containing the collected mountain treasures and fungi, ready to go to the market at the end of the Changhai to exchange money.
As soon as he left the mountain gate, Jiang Heng saw Luo Xuan holding a straw pole, wearing a top hat, holding his arms, and following behind him.
"You can't tell?" Jiang Heng said.
"I told you to go to the market?" Luo Xuan said in disbelief, looking at the posture, he wanted to beat Jiang Heng at any time, "The road is upside down, walk to one side, I'm going to drink, fuck you."
Jiang Heng waited for a while, and when Luo Xuan came over and boarded the bamboo raft with him, Luo Xuan still supported the raft and sent him to the other side of the Changhai.
There is a simple market on the other side of the Changhai. The Daiguo army has not yet reached this place. Perhaps it is not far from the Cangshan Mountain. It is frightened by legends. Although the scenery is picturesque, it does not make much sense to take the risk to occupy this lake.
In all directions of the town, hundreds of families brought food, supplies, and cloth to exchange here.
Jiang Heng's dried wild mushrooms were sold in less than a morning. Luo Xuan didn't say a word and watched coldly. Jiang Heng is like a fool, he doesn't know how to bargain with others, but he sold about ten kilograms of dried mushrooms, but he sold them for three and a half bucks and one for the money. Just enough to buy two feet of cloth.
Luo Xuan motioned him to buy a cloth, and Jiang Heng took the cloth and drew a picture on Luo Xuan.
"What do you wear yourself?" Luo Xuan asked.
"It's just so much money, just enough to buy you," Jiang Heng said, "come back next time."
Luo Xuan finally couldn't bear it any longer, and pointed to the corner: "Bring the bench here and borrow a table."
Jiang Heng: "We have nothing to sell, what else do we sell?"
Luo Xuan: "Sell you! Put you on the table and sell it by weight!"
Jiang Heng was confused, so he borrowed a table and stool and put it under a tree. Luo Xuan sat lazily behind the table, and threw the gourd, which happened to hang on the top of the tree, the cloth bag in his hand spread out on the table, and shook out the silver needle and the wine bottle.
"Seeing a doctor!" Luo Xuan said coldly, "The magician is here! Bring all the dead over here, you won't need money if you don't live!"
Jiang Heng: "…"
In an instant, many people in the market turned their heads and talked a lot. Luo Xuan took off his bamboo hat, put it aside, stepped on the bench, turned his head sideways, with a sullen look in his eyes, just swept away, and said to the crowd: "That one with a yellow face! Your liver disease is cured. Is it?"
Suddenly someone recognized Luo Xuan and immediately said: "The genius doctor! The genius doctor is back! Quick! Call the family!"
Jiang Heng was startled, and saw that Luo Xuan was instantly filled with people, and the queue was orderly. He began to look for Luo Xuan to see a doctor, and then he figured it out.
"Master, have you seen a doctor here?" Jiang Heng asked, "They all recognize you."
Luo Xuan: "I came here a year ago. Open your mouth!" Even the doctor had that impatient tone.
Near dusk, the queue was still very long, and thousands of families came nearby. Luo Xuan glanced at the sky and didn't look at it.
"There are still a lot of people." Jiang Heng took the medical fee and followed Luo Xuan.
Luo Xuan took away the things, and wherever he went, a group of people followed him. He said to Jiang Heng, "You show them?"
Jiang Heng said, "I won't."
"Then what are you talking about?" Luo Xuan looked at Jiang Heng and went to the market for a drink. There were still begging people behind him, but Luo Xuan just turned a deaf ear.
"But there are still people... what should I do?" Jiang Heng said.
"Nothing to do," Luo Xuan said, "depending on one's own creation, everyone has their own destiny."
Luo Xuan went into the tailor's shop, measured his body, and then asked Jiang Heng to measure his body and sat aside to drink.
"You can earn a fart, and you can't buy pig food..." Luo Xuan said, and suddenly stopped.
Jiang Heng stretched out his arms, turned around and said blankly, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Luo Xuan continued to drink and said, "You have grown taller."
Jiang Heng laughed.