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[Recent links are often drawn. Please update your posts. Please go to the boutique area to find the latest serial posts in the update series] Long time no see Changan City, the black carriage is slowly driving on Zhuque Avenue, Ning Que and Sang Sang raised the curtains to see With familiar street scenes, it is inevitable that some emotion.

Like the Highness Mausoleum of Taoshan, no one in the city of Chang'an noticed the black carriage, as if it could not be seen at all.

From Zhuque Street to the east, the building gradually became shorter, and it reached Dongcheng.

The carriage drove into the long-awaited Lin 47 Lane and stopped in front of Lao Bi Zhai.

The fake antique shop next door still echoed the quarrel of boss Wu and his wife, and the greasy stains left by the hot and sour noodle soup stalls remained at the alley.

With a creak, the door of Laobi Zhai shop opened, and Ning Que and Sang Sang greeted the Master into the backyard to rest, only to hear a meow, and a shadow flashed across the wall.

He looked at the wall and smiled, went to the well to fetch water, and cleaned with Sang Sang, preparing to cook. This is the first time Confucius has come to Lao Bi Zhai, and he always has to have a serious meal.

A few simple plates of green vegetables and home-cooked meat dishes were prepared quickly. Resting on the table in the front shop, the master took a few bites from the chopsticks, revealing a satisfied expression. The nervous Sang Sang was relieved.

After drinking tea, Sang Sang stood behind the Master and squeezed his shoulders for him. The atmosphere was very peaceful and comfortable. However, Changan City in midsummer was always annoying. Ning Que took the fan and stood in front of him.

He fanned and asked, "Why didn't you bring back the Mingzi?"

The Master said: "When I was reading in Zhishouguan, I never thought of stealing books. At this time, I naturally would not take it. I thought of leaving it to the fellow's apprentices and grandchildren. I did n’t want Daomen to take it back, so I picked it back. "

I did n’t sit in Laobi Zhai for too long. After drinking the tea, the teacher took the two to leave and continued to hang out in a horse-drawn carriage. After strolling, I went to the north city of Chang’an, and I could see the imperial city faintly.

The time is midsummer, the heat in the city of Chang'an is unbearable, there are not many people walking on the street, but the big trees live quickly, lush, extremely lush and extremely rich, covering the palace walls, it is very beautiful.

"After the Tang Dynasty defeated the barren empire, the Xiling Temple also had to recognize the status of the kingdom and silently approve its particularity. The secular countries were influenced by the Tang State and began to revise the law. Power is returned to ordinary people. "

The Master looked at the palace not far from the window and said after a moment of silence: "This is a very good thing. Ordinary people do not practice monks and have less awe, but they can find a way to balance their interests. But ordinary people There is also a bad thing, that is, they are too easy to age and have a short life span. "

"Emperor Li is good at strategizing military command, but he is an ordinary person after all, he will also be old, and easily get confused when he is old, and sometimes it conflicts with my thoughts. In those years, I built a college in the south of Chang'an City, so I simply Studying in the college, too lazy to see him, so as not to be angry. "

Ning Que was very curious about how the story of the emperor and the master of the founding of the Tang Dynasty would develop, and asked: "What happens later?"

Confucius said: "Later Emperor Li was really confused, and I don't know where to gossip. He said that if he wants to live forever, he needs to eat my meat, and he wants to deal with me."

Ning Que worried and said: "What do you do?"

Confucius said: "Hao Tian wants to eat me, I don't let it eat, let alone Emperor Li. When he wants to deal with me, I enter the palace and kill him."

Ning Que was shocked and said, "Just kill it?"

"What can I do if I don't just kill it? Is it still necessary for Sansi to try and sentence him to be late?"

"Teacher ... I didn't mean that."

"In short, the first emperor of the Tang Dynasty was just killed by me. Although I did n’t feel sad, I still felt a bit regretful, so I came up with a way to teach the new emperor, so even the new emperor I'm confused, but I never want to eat my meat. "

Ning Quexin thought that this is probably the historical origin of the academy's aloof status in Datang.

"The new emperor is a very filial child, very good." Confucius nudged his beard and said with satisfaction.

Ning Que thought silently, teacher, you killed someone else ’s dear father, you can kill him at any time and then set up a new emperor, what can poor princess His Majesty Taizong do to you filial piety?

"The later emperors of the Tang Dynasty were also regarded as excellent. The blood of the old Li family has something to be proud of. After everything is on the right track, a lazy person like me, of course, is not willing to pay attention to things like dynasty and politics. After that, I never stepped into the palace again. "

Confucius ’s eyes passed through the car window, through the dense green trees, through the golden river covered with hot fog, and fell on the vermilion palace wall. His expression was very calm, and only the deepest part of his eyes could see some sentimental.

The black carriage started slowly, getting farther and farther away from the imperial city, to the prosperous and lively, walking in the lazy eyes of the man on the street, stopped in front of a shop named Chen Jinji.

Confucius walked into Chen Jinji and bought Sang Sang a large box of fat powder.

"Teacher, why do you spoil her like this."

Ning Que looked at Sang Sangyun's small face covered with fat powder and couldn't help laughing. He said, "Not to mention, my Sangsang is getting whiter now.

Sang Sang bowed his head slightly, and thanked the Master.

Confucius smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he did not care.

The black carriage left Chen Kum Kee and continued southbound, driving on the straight and spacious Suzaku Avenue. This time the carriage passed the famous stone painting of Suzaku.

The wheels were rolling against the stone slabs. Those tourists from the Tang dynasty outside the county were facing the scorching sun and holding umbrellas looking at the painted image of Suzaku on the ground. Suddenly a gust of wind squinted.

In the wind and sand, the eyes of Suzaku's image turned slightly, as if to be alive, but after a moment, he lost all the sense of agility, just like he lost his soul.

In the dim carriage, a red bird suddenly appeared.

The little red bird moved on the floor, and his posture seemed awkward. It looked very cute, but the scarlet feathers seemed to contain extremely terrifying power, which made people shudder.

"Tweet."

The little red bird walked in front of the Master and called twice.

Confucius released a finger and gently touched his head.

The little red bird was holding his fingertips and turned, looking very happy.

"This ... is that Suzaku?"

All the way, Ning Que has heard a lot of shocked and speechless things. Now he knows that Changan City and even the shocking array are the means of the teacher. At this time, Suzaku suddenly appeared and appeared in the black carriage, although still I was shocked and surprised, but not panicked.

He learned the look of the Master and carefully wanted to touch this legendary Suzaku.

The little red bird Huo Ran turned and stared at Ning Que's eyes, his expression was extremely majestic, and his eyes showed vigilance, disgust, contempt, and disdain.

Ning Que remembered how he and Sang Sang held the **** umbrella in the rain while watching the portrait of Suzaku, as well as his own experience of lying on the portrait of Suzaku when he was seriously injured.

The little red bird turned his head to look at Sang Sang again, and the emotion in his eyes suddenly became very confused.

The black horse-drawn carriage drove out of the south gate of Chang'an and headed towards the college.

In the countless early mornings in these years, Ning Que went to the academy to study and practice along this road. He was very familiar with the scenery on both sides of the road, so he glanced back after looking at it.

He originally wanted to ask the Confucius, the reform of the academy over the millennium ... Then he wanted to understand this question without asking, the academy can have many deans, but only one Confucius.

"You are the first dean of the academy, and now the dean of the academy. What are you doing in the middle of the year? If you really don't want to pay attention to the world, why did you go out and take charge of the academy?"

"I have been very busy for hundreds of years. I thought that I was in the Xiling Temple. I was in charge of the library building, and I like to read books. With the academy, of course, I have to go to the world to collect books.

The Master said: "And don't forget, I have been flying into the sky for so many years to prepare for this matter, and it took more years to make up my mind. In the process of traveling around the world, I looked for the legendary underworld, It took a lot of time to find the edge of the world, to find truly delicious food, to find some people. "

Ning Que asked: "Who are you looking for?"

Confucius said: "I want to find some people like me."

Ning Que asked: "Did you find it?"

Confucius said: "I found the drunkard and the butcher. From them, I knew more about Haotian and some things about Yongye, so I wanted to invite them to do something together."

Ning Que said: "They did not agree?"

Confucius nodded and said, "Not bad."

"Then what do you do?"

"I played a fight with them ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ who won ..." Ning Que waved his hand and said: "Sorry, this question is an idiot."

Confucius sighed: "Of course they can't beat me. Annoyingly, they still refuse to listen to me."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Ning Que asked.

Confucius looked at Ning Que and said, "You didn't ask me earlier, what are I doing?"

Ning nodded his shortcomings.

Confucius said: "In these years, I spend most of my time thinking about a problem."

Ning Que asked: "What is the problem?"

Confucius said: "How can we defeat Haotian."

The carriage of the black carriage became very quiet, only the voice of the master seemed to be floating, falling on the floor, and the scorched mark of the Suzaku bird flicked like water.

This spiritual journey has already revealed the truth, and the master and apprentice have discussed more specific issues. However, when this sentence finally appeared so real and simple, it still seemed so shocking.

Ning Que was silent for a long time, raised his head and asked, "Teacher, did you come up with a way?"

Confucius said angrily: "If I came up with a way, how could I still be in this carriage?"

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