Three days later, when Jiang Heng woke up, he found that the winter clothes that Luo Xuan went down the mountain to fetch were stacked on the head of the bed.
This day was the Xiayuan Festival. In the evening, Jiang Heng arrived on the high platform and saw Luo Xuan lighting a paper lantern. After lighting, the paper lantern swayed and was sent out by the wind.
"It's the next Yuan Festival," Jiang Heng said, "Are you putting lights on for Master Xiang?"
Luo Xuan and Jiang Heng both put on new clothes. Luo Xuan looked back at Jiang Heng and asked, "Do you want to put one for your brother?"
Jiang Heng asked, "Is it okay?"
"There's paper there," Luo Xuan said, "make one yourself."
Jiang Heng replied, "I won't."
Luo Xuan had to teach him, the two of them sat in front of the side rail and put together paper lanterns.
"Nothing," Luo Xuan said, "Idiot."
"Yeah." Jiang Heng said a little sadly, looking at Luo Xuan's dexterous fingers, he put the bamboo strips together to make a lamp. At night, Luo Xuan lit the lamp, Jiang Heng carried it, and the two let go of the second lamp.
"Go back," Luo Xuan said. "It's cold, don't cry. If you really want to cry, don't make a sound. It's annoying."
Jiang Heng felt sad when he thought of Geng Shu, and realized that Luo Xuan was also clumsily comforting him, so he could only hold back tears. Looking back on the past, unconsciously, ten months have passed, and many things are like a dream, as if one day they woke up, none of this happened, they are still in the palace in Luoyang.
Luo Xuan raised his hand and patted Jiang Heng on the shoulder. Jiang Heng finally couldn't hold it any longer, sobbed, and looked into the distance, the paper lantern that floated far into the splendid galaxy.
Yongdu, Luoyan City.
During the Xiayuan Festival, the city was full of lights, and on the sandbar outside the city, the river bank was full of people of Yongguo who mourned the dead.
People put floating lights on the water, and the lights flow down the river to remember their deceased relatives. There are also people who put flying lanterns into the sky, meaning to look for family members whose whereabouts are unknown in the battle of the Southern Expedition.
The deceased person's lamp floats on the water, and the life and death of the person is unknown, the lamp is in the sky, illuminating two paths home.
Prince Taki and Geng Shu stood on the river bank, Geng Shu was carrying the flying lantern, and Prince Taki lit the fire and lit the lamp.
Prince Taki said, "If Henger sees this lamp, he will come back."
Geng Shu didn't speak, and looked at this colorful scene in silence. The dazzling lights stretched from Feng Rongren's sacred mountain, and the river flowed out of the wind sea and extended to the dark distance, as if in that legend, life and life were separated. The dead surging river "Forgotten".
Jie Gui knelt on his knees on the downstream bank, holding two lamps. From a distance, Geng Shu only saw one of them, with the word "炆" written on it.
Jie Gui carefully placed them on the river.
Geng Shu turned his head and let go of the flying lantern in his hand. The word "Heng" was written on the lamp.
The lamp slowly rose to the sky, and soon merged into the star fire that filled the sky, and merged into a galaxy-like stream of light from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the sky.
Geng Shu turned around and walked silently towards Yongdu, which was adorned with lights on the Xiayuan Festival.
Prince Taki followed closely, and when the two got on their horses, they galloped towards Yongdu.
The weather became colder and cooler. On the second day of the Xiayuan Festival, Ju Cong led the royal family to the ancestral temple to worship the ancestors and bring Geng Shu into the royal family.
From now on, Geng Shu will be the prince of Yong Kingdom.
In the ancestral temple, in addition to Geng Shu's purple gold ultimatum, Ju Cong printed another one with the word "Geng Heng" inscribed in front of the purple gold ultimatum of the previous kings. Geng Shu glanced at it. Among the previous generation, there were three brothers and sisters, Ju Lang, Ju Cong, and Ju Ling. On the side of the famous brand of Juicang, it is "Jiang Qing". Under the names of Juicang and Jiang Qing, there is another card that reads "Juice".
It was Ju Lang's posthumous son, and it was said that he also died, but he had never heard of it from the palace.
"Back then, we were brothers and sisters with your father," Ju Cong said to Geng Shu before leaving the ancestral temple, "From now on, you and Heng'er are my son, and Yong Guo will still take the search for Heng'er's whereabouts as the first priority. . But my son, when we meet and separate, it is all determined by heaven, just like the white clouds in the sky, you can't be too sad, everything is unknown."
Geng Shu nodded, changed his name, and said, "Yes, Father."
Yongdu entered winter, and light snow fell again on the northern land.
In Luoyancheng Palace, Prince Taki was one year younger than Geng Shu. Although Juicong loves his biological son and disciplines him very strictly, at first he asked Geng Shu to accompany the prince Taki to study, but unexpectedly found that in Luoyan City, Geng Shu actually read all the military books in the collection of Juice.
"Where did you read it?" For Juicong, it was a pleasant surprise, "Do you know the characters?"
"Heng'er taught me." Geng Shu pushed the soldiers on the sand table with a long pole in the military room, and practiced to surround Luoyan City. Juicong's soldiers were all trapped in the city and lost.
Prince Taki immediately exclaimed and looked into Geng Shu's eyes, full of admiration.
"Okay." Juicong remembered that Geng Shu and Jiang Heng had indeed stayed in the capital for many years.
Geng Shu said: "All the Tibetan scrolls in the royal capital have been burnt, so I will copy a copy when they are empty."
"Okay! That's great!" Juicong was defeated by his righteous son. Not only did he not become angry at all, but he urged Geng Shu to write it quickly.
This winter, Geng Shu sat opposite Prince Taki, Geng Shu copied the military strategy, and Prince Taki read a hundred schools of thought.
Prince Taki is not as smart as Jiang Heng, nor does he have the ability to remember well. Those who went to school at the age of thirteen or fourteen were all the articles Jiang Heng memorized when he was seven years old. But even so, he was still praised by the Taifu.
Geng Shu transcribed volumes after volumes of the Book of the Royal Capital. For him, he was more interested in the records left by the previous King Yong, who died of illness in the deep palace. —Father's best friend during his lifetime, close to Juicong, Prince Lang, who was entrusted with all the hopes of Yong Kingdom.
Juicang was not as strong as Juicong, who loved martial arts. He seldom led troops to fight, and could only command military affairs in Luoyancheng. Even so, through the arrangement of Juicang's march during his lifetime, Geng Shu still felt that he was a man. Unsurpassed genius. Too bad he died too early.
"Brother, teach me to learn the sword." One day, Prince Taki said.
"What do you want to learn?" Geng Shu no longer rejected Prince Taki as he once did, and occasionally answered him a few words.
Crown Prince Taki was a little flattered, Geng Shu looked at him and suddenly sighed.
Prince Taki immediately said, "Anything is fine! My father won't let me learn... I just followed Jie Gui and learned a little bit off and on. Brother, are you really willing to teach me?"
Geng Shu and Prince Taki both wear their own jades. Earlier, Prince Taki mentioned to Juicong more than once that he wanted to follow Geng Shu to learn martial arts, but Juicong replied, "Nie Hai will protect you, you don't need to learn, read It is important to take care of your own books.”
"Fairy Wood"
"Teach." Geng Shu closed the scroll and said lightly, "Let's learn the sword first."
The sun was shining brightly in winter. In the imperial garden, Prince Taki and Geng Shu each held wooden swords and began to draw. Geng Shu actually taught Prince Taki the swordsmanship handed down from his father slowly.
Prince Taki said with a smile: "That's great, Dad always doesn't let me learn martial arts, brother, please teach me more."
Geng Shu suddenly said: "Father is right, I teach you because, these days, I always think that if I was willing to urge Henger to practice martial arts, he might not die."
Prince Taki was silent. In the past three months, Geng Shu did not mention Jiang Heng, who had never met before. Prince Taki thought that this unsmiling brother had come out of his grief.
But he suddenly said such a sentence, which made Prince Taki feel a little jealous.
When Geng Shu sat down to rest, he stared at the blue sky in the distance.
"Reading and practicing martial arts are not for fun. As your father said, your destiny is to end this world of great competition." Geng Shu replied, "My destiny is to protect you. Some people, like me and Heng'er, endure life and death."
Prince Taki nodded and replied, "Yes, brother, you are right."
This is the first time in months that Geng Shu has spoken so much to Prince Taki.
"Manpower is sometimes poor." Geng Shu said tiredly, "No matter how strong your martial arts are, there are still things that you can't do. You can't put all your hopes on me."
Prince Taki put his hand on Geng Shu's back and touched it, but Geng Shu had already stood up and said, "Take a little more practice, move your muscles and bones, and then go back to study."
One finger of heaven and earth, all things are one horse, galloping endlessly, and it is several years in the blink of an eye.
The red leaves of Cangshan wither, and after the snow on the mountains, the peach blossoms bloom when spring comes.
In the spring several years later, peach blossoms flew past Jiang Heng's face.
He held a long sword and practiced martial arts with Luo Xuan in the courtyard. Luo Xuan was not only unparalleled in poison, but also very good at martial arts. No matter how hard Jiang Heng tried at first, he was knocked to the ground by one move. After four years of hard training, he has been able to pass three moves under Luo Xuan's hands.
Jiang Heng has grown up, and he is almost as tall as Luo Xuan, flush with his eyebrows. The immature face became calm, and the facial features became more heroic. Although he is still handsome, he is already a handsome man.
He has a clean youthful air on his body, like the vast sky by the long sea. Although he doesn't laugh often, his eyes are filled with joy and calmness, as if the suffering had never happened.
Luo Xuan is still the same, four years have not sculpted his face, the only trace left is on the arm, the spread of poisonous scales has reached the crook of the arm.
"What are you thinking?" Luo Xuan said, "Wandering again?"
Luo Xuan slashed over, with the strong wind passing over his face, Jiang Heng turned his back, stepped back, and stepped on the peach blossom tree a step away, running and spinning on the trunk.
"Pick me up!" Jiang Heng spun his body, carrying a wooden sword, and slashed down.
Luo Xuan only gave half a step lightly, and Jiang Heng almost fell on his head and fell to the ground.
Then Luo Xuan turned sideways, crossed his thighs, caught Jiang Heng, and pressed his knees against his chest, making him stand firm.
Jiang Heng: "…"
Luo Xuan: "It's bells and whistles, and you create your own weird tricks all day long."
Jiang Heng was beaten by Luo Xuan every day, and Luo Xuan was obviously extremely disappointed with this little apprentice's martial arts talent.
"If there is a day to go down the mountain in the future," Luo Xuan said sympathetically, "don't do anything casually, or you won't survive for three days."
Jiang Heng thought, how could it be so dangerous? Not because you are too strong.
"Have you practiced hidden weapons?" Luo Xuan asked again.
Jiang Heng nodded and practiced throwing arrows in front of Luo Xuan. This move was taught to him by Luo Xuan, the only way to save his life, since he couldn't fight with a sword, he had to have a lore. So Luo Xuan took the trouble and asked him to practice the same trick over and over again, day and month, year after year. The goal was very simple. He picked up a flying knife, threw it, and threw it on a tree five, ten, and twenty paces away. Mark the point.
In the peach forest of Cangshan Mountain, every tree has a target painted. Jiang Heng practiced this simple and the same trick for four years. Under the guidance of Luo Xuan, he has been able to hit the ten throwing knives. Target nine knives.
Luo Xuan is still not at ease.
At this time, Songhua entered the peach forest.
"Go to the temple," Songhua said briefly, "I have something to do."
Jiang Heng: "Have you left, sir?"
Since the day after the apprenticeship, Mr. Ghost has been in seclusion for four years. Songhua's "something", what else can he do? It must be Mr. Ghost coming out!
During this time, Jiang Heng asked Luo Xuan what kind of exercises Mr. Ghost was practicing, but Luo Xuan didn't know.
Jiang Heng immediately put away his flying knife and went to the main hall with Luo Xuan, but when he arrived in the main hall, Jiang Heng was full of doubts.
They saw a young man they had never met.
The man had long hair loose, with a wooden hairpin on his head, dressed in a slim white robe, and had a violin in front of him.
The man's face was like a jade, his eyebrows were like a cloud, and he looked like he was only in his thirties. His fingers were slender and white.
"Jiang Heng has grown up," the man's voice was elegant and clear, with a smile in his eyes, "How did you learn in four years? Has Luo Xuan bullied you?"
Jiang Heng: "You... who are you?"
"I have taught everything that should be taught." Luo Xuan took a step forward, bowed slightly, and turned back to Jiang Heng with a foolish look in his eyes.
"Sir?!" Jiang Heng was completely dumbfounded and exclaimed, "But sir, no, no..."
"Sir is not an old man?" Mr. Ghost suddenly laughed and said, "Sir is indeed an old man, and he is now."
"You..." Jiang Heng said, "Did you change your face?"
Mr. Ghost looked at Jiang Heng, obviously found it very interesting, then looked at Luo Xuan and raised his eyebrows.
Luo Xuan nodded.
Mr. Ghost said: "Tomorrow, you will start to test your homework and see how much you have learned."
Although Luo Xuan was Jiang Heng's teacher in name, he knew very well in his heart that the real disciple was Mr. Ghost, and Luo Xuan was only responsible for teaching.
Rejuvenated? Jiang Heng was still in shock, and when he exited the hall, he looked at Luo Xuan blankly.
Luo Xuan looked unhappy and said, "What kind of eyes do you have?"
Jiang Heng said: "Is there such a practice in our sect? Isn't it immortal?"
Luo Xuan replied, "I don't know, and I don't practice this kung fu. Do you want to learn?"
Rejuvenation means that there are many people in the world who are afraid of old age and death, and their lives will be changed from now on. But after Jiang Heng thought about it, he felt that it might not be so easy to be like Mr. Ghost.
"Destiny is destiny," Jiang Heng said. "Life and death are destined... I don't think I can force it."
Luo Xuan casually touched his arm and replied, "Yes, if you want to get the immortal power that lives with the world, you have to be a loner who escaped from the world. Starting tomorrow, Mr. will have to take the schoolwork exam. What have you learned in Nian, take it easy and don't lose my people."
Jiang Heng laughed and said, "No."
In the past four years, he has learned everything that he can learn. Although facing the sea-like library of the sea pavilion, he still has a heart of sighing and sighing, but Luo Xuan told him that the master said that with one point in the sea pavilion What you learn can govern a country, and what you learn can govern the world.
What if all the math was done? Jiang Heng couldn't help asking.
"I don't know," Luo Xuan replied, "No one has ever done all the math."