Volume 3: The disputes in Mingzhou City are gone, and it is difficult to carve a rotten wood for a hundred years Chapter 265: A doggerel poem, Sir, take care
"Gongsun Yangzhi died by suicide, in a very absurd way. When he died, his death was not as valuable as two cents, or as memorable as a dish of fennel beans.
People only knew that ten prisoners escaped from the prison, but they didn't know who this extra old man was.
His body was just collected by someone, but no one knew his name, and no one remembered what he had done.
It seems that this is the world of martial arts. The two words "absurd" are enough to describe all the things in it.
It seems that this is how the world is, people come and go, bustling about, but few can leave anything behind.
It is said that: the waves of the rivers and lakes wash away everything, leaving no trace of love and affection; when later generations talk about the past and the present, they can describe their entire lives in one sentence, and cannot explain the countless loves, hates, and resentments in their hearts.
I don’t know how many years it will be.
In a restaurant in Chang'an City, a storyteller slammed the chopping board in his hand, said the last sentence of his story, ate the last fennel bean on his plate, and ended the last lecture on a story of the past.
Guests were coming and going in the hall, but almost no one was listening to him telling this story that had been told so many times that it had been repeated so many times before.
Only one little child, biting a finger, looked at the storyteller and asked when he shook his head and stood up.
"Sir, what happened next? What happened next?"
The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then looked at the child, smiled bitterly and said.
"After that, I didn't ask about it. I only know that Wenlai Villa has become the largest villa in the world, and is managed by Li Qing, the oldest of the nine orphans. The second brother Lian Qing has become the most famous assassin in Xueyi Tower, the third brother Li Huiwen is now a favorite of the empress Li Changan, the fourth brother Zhuang Chengbai entered the Shaolin Temple, and the fifth brother Zhang Shan is a famous painter today... In short, everyone has their own way out."
"The thief saint's apprentice is Ning Caihe." The child blinked and asked curiously.
"Him ." The storyteller couldn't help but laugh and patted the child's head.
"He is now the person who looks most like Li Si back then."
…
On the other side of Chang'an City, on top of a towering city wall.
"call!"
There was a sound of wind blowing, and a young man in white clothes ran across the building using his Kung Fu skills.
In his hand he held a jade pendant, which was flawless and looked to be of great value.
If you look closely, you can find a word engraved on it: "theft".
The brush strokes are relaxed, free and unrestrained, yet they blend seamlessly with the jade pendant.
"Ning Caihe, where are you running to!" A loud shout came from behind the man in white.
Looking back, he saw a purple-robed imperial constable chasing him with a broadsword in his hand.
"Captain Zuo, why do you have to chase me so closely? These things belong to my master. It's reasonable for me to take back my own things, right?"
The man in white named Ning Caihe stopped by the city wall with a wry smile, turned around and spoke quietly.
"But it's against the law!" The purple-robed captain stopped in front of Ning Caihe, drew his official sword and shouted.
"You also know that this is something that the current emperor specifically requested. Hand over the evidence immediately, and I will let you go this time!"
"Let me go?" Ning Caihe tossed the jade pendant in her hand, with a teasing look in her eyes.
"Can you still catch up with me?"
As he spoke, his body fell backwards and fell off the city wall.
"Captain Zuo, we'll see you in the martial arts world."
"Don't run away, thief!"
The purple-robed captain's eyes widened, and he immediately leaped towards the city wall, but he could not find Ning Caihe anywhere. The place was already deserted.
"Damn it! Sooner or later I will go to Manager Zhang and file a complaint against you." After fiercely waving the broadsword in his hand, Zuo Liangping turned around and yelled at several constables who had arrived late.
"Immediately give orders to impose martial law throughout the city and capture the great thief Ning Caihe!"
"yes!"
…
In the world of martial arts, it is difficult to tell the passage of time.
It is hard to tell how many years later, but Li Si’s life span was coming to an end.
The nine children, including Ning Caihe, came to visit him recently.
The second brother Lian Qing was the last one to arrive. When he arrived, Li Si was wearing a red robe and kneeling in front of the hall.
Today is also Li Si’s last day.
He looked very old, but his clothes were extremely bright and shiny, golden and red, just like a groom's clothes.
This was the piece of clothing that the strange old man gave him that year. He had kept it with him all this time and had never worn it.
"Sir." Lian Qing stood behind Li Si, bowed and said.
"You're here." Li Si asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Lian Qing responded, holding the sword in his hand, and a rare hint of warmth appeared in his slightly cold expression.
"The murderous aura in you is stronger again." Li Si turned his head and glanced at Lian Qing.
"There's nothing I can do. I'm in the underworld." Lian Qing shook his head and replied, then sat quietly beside Li Si.
"Oh..." In front of the hall, Li Si sighed slowly.
"I can't persuade you, but you must remember..."
"Don't be stubborn." Before Li Si finished speaking, Lian Qing added the second half of the sentence.
He looked at Li Si, forced a deadly smile on his face, and spoke.
"I remember it, sir. I remember it."
"Yeah." Li Si nodded helplessly and said nothing more.
There was silence for a long time until Lian Qing asked again.
"Sir, when a person dies, is there nothing left?"
Li Si lowered his head and looked at the ground in front of him. After a moment, he smiled and said with an unclear expression.
"You know, when you die, there's nothing left. That's the best thing."
Just like what he is expecting now, is to die with nothing, forget everything, and then start a new life.
"Really?" Lian Qing pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about something. After he finished thinking, he continued to ask.
"Sir, when are you going to leave?"
"Tomorrow morning." Li Si answered slowly.
"Yes." Lian Qing nodded: "In that case, I will accompany you for a while."
After saying this, he closed his eyes silently without waiting for Li Si to answer.
The hall fell silent, and there was no more talk all night.
When the next morning came, the sunlight was a little dazzling.
The light broke through the clouds in the sky, fell in front of the hall of the courtyard, and sprinkled on Li Si and Lian Qing.
Lian Qing opened his eyes.
But Li Si never woke up again.
…
The story seems to have ended here, and perhaps it should have ended like this, but there is still some content to this story.
…
Sanzu River, Naihe Bridge.
The banks of the Wangchuan River are full of red flowers.
On the Naihe Bridge, there are countless people with expressionless faces walking.
Li Si was also walking among them. He was wearing a golden-red robe and followed the "crowd" calmly until he came in front of an old woman, then he slowly stopped.
The old woman handed him a bowl of water. He took it, tilted his head back and drank it all without leaving a drop, then walked away .
He was in a daze for a while, then walked away in a daze.
But after a few breaths, he regained consciousness in the "crowd". At this time, they had just walked down the Naihe Bridge and were preparing to reincarnate.
Li Si stared blankly at the Sanzu River in the distance. It was hard to tell whether his eyes were confused or clear. All he knew was that after a long time, he shook his head with a wry smile and cursed in a low voice.
"I am really a piece of rotten wood."
Indeed, he was a piece of rotten wood because he still couldn't forget anything.
…
Every story has an end, but what if there is one person, just one person, who reaches this end?
Does he still belong to his story, or is he already a character in the next story?
…
The world has been full of spring for a hundred years, and there are thousands of people passing by.
There were merchants' carriages and horses on the road, and one could also hear hawkers' hawking.
The merchant girl in the red building asked, "Can the hero warm up the wine?"
The young lady in the boudoir covered her face and bought rouge and powder.
The beggar asked for a penny as the west wind made people feel cold last night.
Who is causing all the commotion? It turns out that a child told the father-in-law about it.
A yellow dog in East Street bites a gentleman, and a donkey in West Street hits a stone pillar.
A hundred years later, who will be able to hear the hustle and bustle of this place and now?
One day the old friends become dust, and the next day the new ones come in.
Everything is over, there is no point in talking about it. Just write a piece of empty paper to talk about this life.
(End of the book)
