Li Chaoyi's Anecdote

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Qinghe got off the car, ordered the servant to wait there, and then walked up with Yize.He left the waist-high Haolai, and in the depths of the smoky grass, there was a rocky path. I don't know when it was built.

After walking for about a cup of tea, the two of them reached the top of the mountain. Yi looked around and saw clouds and smoke, pines and cypresses, and a clear river flowing leisurely from the mountainside, as if surrounded by a crystal jade belt. .

"I've been in Chang'an for so many years, but I didn't know there was such a good place."

"Actually, it's not very good, it's just different from the scenery you usually see."

Qinghe walked under a pine tree, pushed aside a cluster of vines that were in full bloom, and revealed a small stone tablet with only four characters engraved on it, "Tomb of Old Friend".

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"A long time ago, I had a friend as a teacher. I'm afraid it's not enough to say it's a friend. Only the word confidant can describe one or two things."

"We made an agreement to do many things together...Unfortunately, in the end, only one thing was done."

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Yi knew who it was, but Qinghe didn't tell, so he didn't ask.

Qing He saluted to the tombstone, and said in a low voice: "I've come to borrow something from you, if you agree... just answer me."

Yi stared at it with bated breath, but there was no movement around, only the breeze in the forest, wandering past, raising the clean clothes and hair, hunting, like a waving battle flag.

At this time, a squirrel jumped out of the dense forest, jumped onto Qinghe's shoulder, squeaked twice in his ear, and then disappeared into the grass behind the tombstone.

Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, I came in a hurry this time, and after a few days when the overall situation is settled, I will bring you a jar of your favorite wine to see you."

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Qinghe dug up the floating soil in front of the stele, revealing a thin coffin. He lifted up his sleeves and put his hand into the old gap.

Yi looked at the bright yellow wild flowers blooming on the dark rotten wood, and at the same time, someone was watching him from the coffin.

It took him 50 years to finally reach his own grave.There is no water, wine, or fragrance, and there are only rounds of ages looking at each other silently.

The person lying in the warm soil has already gone far away.

Yi thanked him in his heart.

Fortunately, there was once a you in this world.

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"I never thought that this gun would see the light of day again." Qinghe took out a dark red short gun from the coffin, only two feet long, with a strand of white tassel on the tip. After so many years, Still nothing messed up.

"This is Qushui, which is as famous as Gufeng?" Yi Ze suddenly remembered that his father, who was obsessed with martial arts, had always been obsessed with these two famous guns. He once offered a reward of 10 taels of silver just for one of them. One has been pillowed under the head of the former emperor for many years.

Qinghe said: "Both the Gufeng and Qushui are built with the secret technique of Taihua, which can absorb human souls and shake people's hearts. If a living being strays into it, it will be trapped by the formation and turned into a gun soul, and it will never escape."

"Then... is there a way to break it?"

"For decades, I have only thought of one way...to kill people with a gun..." Qinghe rubbed the smooth gun shaft, fish scale-like lines spread all over his body, shining brightly when the sun shines, as if it had just been cast in a furnace "At that time, as long as someone lures that evil spirit out of the fourth prince's body..."

"Let me do it," said the emperor, "let me finish him with my own hands."

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He thought that King Yan would be easily subdued by a little temptation because he was evil, mad and furious, but in fact it was not so easy. He knew that Qinghe would not dare to hurt Li Yan as long as he occupied Li Yan's body.

Yi kept Qushui in his sleeves and provoked each other in every possible way, but the evil spirit was not moved at all.At noon, the evil spirit receded slightly, and Li Zhe's spirit recovered slightly. He lay on the ground, opened his eyes slightly, and looked deeply at Yi Ze, watching, tears streaming from his eyes.Li Yan moved his lips, as if he was saying something, but Yi Ze knew that the evil spirit might attack him at any time, but he still leaned over and smoothed out his messy hair bit by bit.

Li Yan's voice was as thin as a gnat: "Sanlang, please stay with me for a while..."

Yi knew that when he woke up next time, he might not be the fourth brother in front of him. He carefully wiped off the stains on Li Yan's face, and said, "Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, the third brother is here." ……always there……"

Li Yan nodded reassuringly, and struggled to say: "Sanlang, I'm sorry... I used to make you angry all the time."

Yi put him on his lap and patted his back lightly. "What are those little things..." Countless faces passed by in front of the emperor like a revolving lantern, and the final frame was 20 years ago. The ice butterfly he gave to Li Yan outside the door gradually melted into a ball under the warm sunshine. Indistinct mist, "You are my... last relative in this world."

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside, and the figure was reflected on the paper window, like a thin plum.

Yi took off his outer robe, put it under Li Yan's neck, went out and said to the man: "Master, I think of a method, maybe I can try it."

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Since Yize ascended the throne, he rarely visited the Mingjing Terrace. First, he thought it was next to the Taiye Pond, and the humidity was too heavy. Second, the former emperor lived on the stage for decades, and every plant and tree belonged to him. The shadow of the emperor, the emperor asked himself that he was sitting in the world, but only that one place would never belong to him.

The man had a deep talk when he was dying, and now I think about it, the words are still in my ears, but the time has changed, and I no longer feel the pain.

After so many years, Yi Ze felt that he was very pitiful. He had been all-powerful all his life, but in the end he couldn't take anything away. Everything he won at the beginning was lost in the end.

The relics of Emperor Shengyuan were packed in several large wooden boxes by the palace people, including his favorite calligraphy and paintings, treasures, weapons and antiques. Beloved.Yi picked out a casual clothes worn by Emperor Sheng Yuan when he was young, and put it on his body. He stood in front of the bronze mirror and asked Qinghe, "Master, do you look like it?"

"Like who?"

"Xiandi." He only called Xiandi, not father emperor.

Qing He looked at him with downcast eyes for a while, and said: "The back is very similar, even...exactly the same." In one sentence, I don't know how much weight it has.

"I remember the first time I met him, he was wearing this dress... It was the year of Renxu."

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Qinghe knew what his apprentice was going to do, even if he was an evil spirit, he still had something to fear, King Yan feared his fourth brother like a tiger when he was alive, and he would not dare to disobey him even after death.He watched Yi put on Emperor Shengyuan's clothes one by one. After all, they were biological father and son, and it was really hard to tell them apart from a distance.

Qinghe said: "If the forehead is higher and the eyes are narrower, it will be more similar."

The emperor thought for a while: "Isn't that the fourth brother?"

Qinghe shook his head: "When you were young, the first emperor told me that you are the most like him among several sons. It's not that you have facial features, it's just that you feel familiar. Since the first time I saw you in my infancy, you have been familiar with me. Seems like I've seen it somewhere."

The emperor was silent for a moment: "Master, in fact, you have always known it."

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Qinghe was not very enthusiastic about this disciple at the beginning, just because the fetters in the previous life were too deep, and he was afraid that this life would be involved in his destiny again, disrupting his already doomed life.

Whether it's swordsmanship or spells, Qinghe would stand under the white plum blossoms in the courtyard and teach calmly, while Yize would kneel behind him and listen quietly, occasionally asking "Do you understand?", and always getting an affirmative answer.

The sea of ​​mist and clouds, the light of the sky and the shadow of the sun, it has been more than ten years in a flash.

Later, Qinghe drank too much wine and recited enough scriptures. There are thousands of snows in the world, and after looking at each scene, he finally understood certain principles clearly.

Some things are unavoidable even if they are unpredictable, and some people will eventually encounter them even if they come back to life again.It's like from west to east, two long flowing waters, passing through ravines, deep cliffs, peaks and canyons, will always meet in the sea.

That year, Yi Ze had just finished studying the Tao Te Ching, and started to learn the Nan Hua Sutra with Master Nan Xun. When he came back, he asked Qing He if there really was a Mandate of Heaven.Looking at the heavy snowfall on Mount Taihua, Qinghe said to him word by word, destiny... just like the plum blossoms outside the window, if you don't open the window, how do you know if it is open?But Yi Ze asked again, if the window is kept closed, will the plum blossoms last forever?

This sentence is clear and remembered to this day.

Rather than looking forward and backward for a lifetime and being timid, it is better to be chic and live a happy life.

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Yi put a screen outside the door, and ordered people to extinguish the candles, leaving only a single lamp behind the screen.At this moment, when the moon is in the middle of the sky and the yin is flourishing and the yang is declining, it is the time when the evil spirits are at their most rampant. I saw the king of Yan staring at a pair of red eyes, cruising back and forth in the hall, he was caught by chains from time to time, unable to break free, he sent out wild beasts. like a low growl.

Yi Ze picked up something and tapped it lightly on the porch pillar. The "knock" sound made the evil spirit terrified. He looked around and saw a black shadow coming towards him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the palm of his hand. Inside, looking down, it turned out to be an old folding fan.

"This...this is..."

King Yan unfolded his folding fan and saw a poem written on it: "After a hundred years in the world, I will only know you and me." He moved his throat, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the breeze blowing through the hall, the candle lights went out, and a tall figure stood alone on the screen.

King Yan suddenly threw himself on the ground and howled, "Fourth brother, fourth brother, my heart for you... my heart for you..." Before he finished speaking, he was already choking with grief.

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In the second month of Guihai, three days after the fall of the previous dynasty.

The Fourth Young Master Li sent Qing and Li to Beijing. They stood under the collapsed city gate and talked for a long time. When the sun was setting,