The devil is coming

Extra - Juggernaut
"liquor."
"okay."
A lame man handed a jug of wine just brought from the restaurant ahead to the white-haired old man sitting on the cart.
The old man pulled out the stopper impatiently,
Took a sip,
Say "Ah",
Smash, smash, mouth,
Road:
"The water is a bit too much."
The lame man looked at the old man and said:
"I'm going to make another pot."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, it's fine, it's quite right."
"Oh?"
"This wine is just like life. I heard that the wine from Jindong is the strongest in the world. It is even used in the army and used by wounded soldiers. The wine gluttons in the world flock to it like ducks.
However, this wine damages the spleen and stomach, causing the drinker to feel ecstasy in the front and injured in the back.
This kind of wine is like the pleasure of grudges, heroic words, heroic deeds, heroic nature. After the heroism, it is like the words of an official receiving a rod, a general going to die, and a virtuous woman martyring;
Its journey is also hasty, and its end is also hasty.
This life of hard liquor.
There is another kind of wine, which is mixed with water. It tastes like wine but lacks flavor. When you drink it, you frown and don’t give it up;
Just like you and me, all living beings, the heroism of life and death is far away from us, and the extreme evil is not enough.
A person's life is full of glory and wine, but when the world and future generations watch, read and appreciate it, it is difficult to say that it is all in vain.
But it just so happens that this wine mixed with water can be sold for a long time, but it just so happens that people like me can often grow old and not die.
Now that my deadline is approaching, I have tasted my whole life, not to mention whether the dog dislikes it or not. It is a pity that I have eaten it tastelessly and discarded it. "
Daxia Chen looked at Master Yao, smiled, and said, "Me too."
After the fall of the Qian Kingdom, Yao Zizhan went to Yanjing as an official as a surrendered minister;
Yao Zizhan once said that the late Emperor of Yan State was willing to exchange [-] cavalry for a literary saint to enter Yan State. These jokes finally came true. After entering Yan State, Yao Zizhan wrote countless poems in the last ten years of his life, which can be said to be extremely productive.
Among his poems, there are memories of the scenery of the motherland south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River, the customs of thinking about the powerful and powerful people in Guizhou, the sadness of the past and the present, and some excellent poems that praise the great Yan Dynasty.
This old man had been brilliant and absurd all his life, but in the last years of his life, he did something wrong.
Li Xundao once told him before his death that if future generations want to remember this great work, they have to look for it from Master Yao's poems.
Therefore, Yao Zizhan did not hesitate to call the Yan people hawks and lackeys, in order to write more poems and lyrics, so as to comfort the spirits of some people he cares about in heaven, and to add a little more wine to his life. Son.
This is also the case for Chen Daxia in his life when it comes to matters of family and country. He is more willing to take risks than Yao Zizhan, but he fails to find opportunities to take risks every time.
During the battle between the regent of Dayan and Qian, he, Daxia Chen, defended Yangmen Pass with the intention of dying, but in the end he stayed alone.
Master Yao: "My hero, have you ever thought about whether the current situation would be very different if you had actually stabbed to death the man named Zheng outside Yin City with one sword?"
Master Chen shook his head and said, "I never thought about it."
Then,
Chen Daxia grabbed the handle of the car again, pulled the car forward, and continued: "He has been on the line between life and death too many times in his life, and I am not more than one more, and not less than me.
Besides, I don't want him to die. "
Master Yao took another sip of wine.
Shaking his head, he said: "Actually, you have always lived the most understanding."
Just at this moment, a man in white clothes appeared in front of him, holding hands with a woman beside him. The woman was also sitting on a cart, and the man was pulling the cart.
Chen Daxia immediately let go of his hand and staggered Master Yao who was sitting in the car behind him.
"The disciples meet the master."
The sword master nodded slightly.
Daxia Chen bowed to the woman in the car again and said, "Disciple, I pay my respects to my wife."
The woman in the car also gave him a reserved smile.
Seeing this, Master Yao smiled and said: "How can I, Yao Zhan, be so virtuous that I can have a sword master to see me off when my deadline is approaching?"
Yu Huaping shook his head and said: "I brought my wife to my mother-in-law's grave just to give it away. It happened that you were leaving too. There were still paper money and ingots in the car that had not been burned. It was unlucky to bring them home, and it was a pity to lose them. After all, it was me. Folded by my wife and I at home;
Therefore, I sent it to you by the way so that you can keep it on your way. "
After saying that, Yu Huaping waved his hand, and all the ingots and paper money hanging on the car flew towards Yao Zizhan, and Yao Zizhan opened his arms to catch them all.
"Then I really benefited from his old man."
In fact, the old lady may not be older than Yao Normal University when she comes to school, which is enough to show how much water is mixed with Yao Teacher's pot of wine.
If the end was not really approaching, given Master Yao's age, he could really be said to have lived a prosperous life.
Of course, it is far incomparable to the one who is really a person of Renren or Guorui.
Chen Daxia apologized to his master. Just as he was about to say something, he was stopped by the sword master.
The sword master knew what he was going to say. He was talking about the fact that he and the Zhao Di swordsman had a draw. However, the sword master knew that Chen Daxia's sword had no edge for a long time. It was not that Chen Daxia was weak, but that he was lazy.
Laziness, for a swordsman, is actually a very high state.
This would have been nothing;
The strange thing is that the few disciples of my family insist on trying to achieve all the achievements of our four great swordsmen for their master.
He even did not hesitate to let his young disciple, who had already been wearing a python robe, come to the Jianghu with his noble body and kill the knights in the Jianghu.
In fact, there are some things that the Sword Master himself no longer cares about.
Just like the man who chose to quit after becoming famous, people will always change;
Before the disciples grew up, they were always thinking about the great things in the future. Now that the disciples have grown up, each of them is running in the direction of being better than the master, beating his front wave.
Now that it is real, it is nothing more than a false reputation.
However, he, Yu Huaping, was still happy at the disciples' kindness, just like the old birthday star who was really happy when he saw his children and grandchildren all over the house on his birthday.
Master Yao said at this time: "It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Anyway, there are only a few days. I just have wine and paper money today, so let's be here today, right now."
Master Chen nodded, waved his hand forward, and used his sword energy to directly create a hole.
Master Yao was a little surprised and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "I said it was casual, but you are also so casual?"
"So what?"
"You have to dig it with your own hands, right?"
"That would be too much trouble."
Master Yao was helpless and waved his hand: "That's it, that's it."
After saying that, Master Yao struggled to get off the cart, then struggled to crawl into the hole, then struggled to lie down on his face, and finally, struggled to smooth out his white beard.
"Hold tight and fill it with soil."
"You haven't died yet."
"Now, are you asking me to pay attention to you again?"
"It's different."
"Okay, I'll die, I'll die, I'll die!"
After saying that, Yao Zizhan really died. When he left, he took away the last breath of the old Daqian.
The walk is simple, crisp, sudden, and so logical;
Some people think that he left too late, and that he should have hanged himself or set himself on fire on the day he went to the capital to live up to his reputation as a literary saint.
Some people think that he passed away too early, and leaving one more masterpiece for everyone in the literary world is to add another piece of scenery to future generations.
Daxia Chen began to fill in the soil,
Daxia Chen started burning paper again,
Yu Huaping took his wife's hand and came over to signal her to burn the paper together.
My wife was a little confused,
Asked: "Is it appropriate? Husband."
Yu Huaping smiled and said, "This paper money was specially reserved for him."
The wife nodded and said, "Is your husband also mourning for him?"
Yu Huaping replied: "Just looking at it, the turmoil in the world will probably be completely settled in another ten years. After the world is settled, according to convention, it will be a world of scholars.
Since the big tiger and the two tigers have joined the army, they won't talk about it, but what about our grandchildren and great-grandchildren?
After all, you need to study and make progress.
Look,
Since that person has 'died', he has not left any more poems. The person in front of me has written a lot more in the rest of his life. And even if the person is not dead, his experience will never make people go to the literary saint. Send it to the top. After all, the literary star of future generations is the one we just buried in front of us.
If future generations want to worship him for their own children's education, they may have to fight to death for that stick of incense.
What is happening to you and me is that in the next thousand years, the first incense among the first incense must not be burned quickly for the sake of our children and grandchildren. It is better to burn it while it is hot. "
When the hero Chen next to him heard this, he quickly moved out of the way, fearing that he would block the position of his master and his wife.
After burning the incense, the sword master looked at Chen Daxia and said, "Go home?"
Daxia Chen pointed to his legs, "It's time to go home and change legs."
The Sword Master said: "There is a Zuisheng Tower in Yingcheng."
Daxia Chen understood and asked, "Where is your home?"
Before the sword master could answer, Chen Daxia immediately realized:
"next door."
The master smiled, the master's wife also laughed, and the hero also laughed.
Suddenly,
The sword master raised his hand,
A sword energy went straight into the sky,
It is not borrowed from heaven, but comes from here.
A sword shot straight up thousands of miles, from the land of Jin to the city of Ying.
Just at this moment,
There is a groom with a scar on his face in Zuishenglou.
The new chef in the building, who has a high status and a higher temper,
He urged me to climb over the courtyard wall,
He was about to catch the old duck that was carrying the chickens, chickens and grandchildren in the yard;
That duck had absorbed Long Yuan's sword energy in its early years, and was later fed some strange things by the third master. It was also played and teased by the sword maid and the princess of the palace. Although it had not practiced yet, it had become a spirit.
Just when the groom's hand was about to grab his neck, a sword that was somewhere between tangible and intangible landed in front of him.
"Nao Nuo, you took the wrong road."
Turn around and hurriedly turn back,
Chef Chana is waiting for ingredients by the roast duck stove.
The Savage King met the Emperor of Yan,
Kowtowed and said:
"Your Majesty is very discerning. That duck has become a spirit. I really can't catch the little dog. I have to trouble Your Majesty to go there and suppress it with dragon energy before I can capture it."
(End of this chapter)