Chapter 314: Watching the Fire from the Other Shore

The new sound is indiscernible, and the ten fingers are deeply resentful. ----------Tang Dynasty. Shao Yu "Ancient Music House"

It is said that Chen Long has a great mind and is naturally indomitable. Now that the Central Plains is in turmoil, it is not a heroic husband like Cao Cao, so he doesn't want to be unified at all. Now that Chen Long wants to quickly reunify, one is to unite with Cao Cao, and the other is to eliminate Cao Cao first, and Chen Long is determined to choose the latter.

On the question of who can convince Chen Gong, Zhang Yan unexpectedly provided a bright spot, and in the depths of Taihang Mountain near Shangdang, there are two famous people living in seclusion, one Aiqin and the other is good at writing, respectively, Zhang Zhen, a demigod, and Hu Zhao, the ancestor of the Innocence School.

Hu Zhaozi is also Kong Ming, and his talent is not under Zhuge Kong Ming. On this day, Hu Zhao, who was dressed in cloth, put pen and ink on the stone platform by the small pond outside the courtyard, spread out a blank roll of bamboo slips, took a deep breath of fresh air, completely calmed down physically and mentally, closed his eyes, and brewed the next round of dragon flying and phoenix dance practice. In this silent time and space, in a blank brain, a few horses suddenly appeared galloping, Hu Zhao suddenly withdrew from the deep state of detachment, and found that there was really the sound of horses' hooves galloping in his ears, Hu Zhao slowly opened his eyes, sighed in his heart, the mountains are calm, I am afraid that I will be crushed by these horses' hooves.

Sure enough, the sound of horses' hooves stopped outside Hu Zhao's small courtyard, and then there was an inquiring voice, and he asked very politely: "I am Qiongya Dragon Ball, Mr. Xu Jing's disciple, is Mr. Hu Zhao here?"

Hu Zhao is alone, and his home is very simple, only an old mother in the village, who regularly cooks and cleans up the house, so that Hu Zhao can get rid of the fireworks in the world and concentrate on practicing pen. The old mother happened to be not there, and after the visitor asked, she waited outside the hospital, quietly, and didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Hu Zhao and Zhang Zhen are the only distant neighbors who have made mistakes, and when the two are occasionally together, they have also talked about corresponding topics, and Zhang Zhen said a mysterious and mysterious sentence about whether the troubled times will end: "The green dragon is the star in the sky, and the white tiger on the ground should be overpowered." ”

Several people from outside the hospital, including Chen Long, Zhou Budo and Zhang Yan, did not even say anything in private chat according to Chen Long's request, but just waited silently, highlighting their determination to wait. Hu Zhao was silent for a long time, and found that his heart could no longer return to the calm state just now, sighed, stood up in a hurry, brushed a gray-white cloth coat, packed up the pen and ink inkstone, sandwiched it under his armpit, and walked towards the courtyard gate with his head down.

Turning the courtyard wall, Hu Zhao saw several tall soldiers, guarding several handsome leaders, one of them tall and handsome greeted him and said, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Hu Zhao?"

Hu Zhao nodded, holding a pile of pen and ink, like a dry old man collecting firewood. Hu Zhao didn't return the salute, and said dryly: "I live in seclusion here, and it stands to reason that I don't accept worldly people, and I ask this gentleman to forgive me." "I don't even ask the other party's name, which can be said to be extremely rude.

Where would Long Chen care about rudeness, Zhang Yan next to him was slightly angry, and was glared at by Long Chen, and he was frightened back and didn't dare to speak. There are only a few people in the village, and they are still ignorant of what happened here.

Chen Long Zhanyan said: "I understand Mr. Hu Zhao's words. But in the current troubled times, there is a fire in my heart, and I want to save the people of Li from the chaos in the world, and I have never been able to calm down in my heart. Even if I retreat, this fire in my heart will make me unable to sleep, so I have to be ruthless and ask myself to bear this morality with an iron shoulder. Watching the fire from across the shore like Mr. can't do it below. ”

Hu Zhao didn't seem to be touched, rolled his eyelids and said: "Since Your Excellency has fire in your heart, even if you do it well, it will not be in vain for a lifetime." What's the use of looking for me, a bad old man?" As he spoke, he walked to the courtyard gate, ready to push the door and enter.

Zhou Budo suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Mr. Hu Zhao, have you heard of the Blue Dragon Army?" ”

When Hu Zhao heard the word Qinglong, his hand pushing the door shook, and he instantly remembered Zhang Zang's words that Qinglong overwhelmed the white tiger, is the Qinglong Army what this sentence refers to? Hu Zhao turned his head, looked at the little fat man who was talking, and couldn't help asking, "You were sent by Chen Wenlong?"

Zhou Budo said with a smile: "It's just that this tall man is Chen Long himself, so it's fake." ”

Hu Zhao was shocked in his heart, Chen Long has been famous all over the years, he didn't expect it to be right in front of him, he couldn't help but look at it carefully, secretly praised in his heart, and finally raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and said: "There is only a clear water bamboo bench in the grass house, is Nanxiang Hou willing to sit for a while?"

Chen Long was overjoyed, followed Hu Zhao inside, and sat on the bamboo bench in the courtyard, looking like he was as happy as food. Hu Zhao took two glasses of water, closed the firewood door, and the two talked about the world in the small courtyard between the mountains and wilderness.

Chen Long's concept naturally made Hu Zhao unheard of, is there a day when the people in the world directly elect representatives to speak up? In Hu Zhao's heart, there were huge waves pouring out, this Chen Long's insight, this remark, Hu Zhao seemed to see a new world.

Chen Long was naturally sprinkled, pouring out all the ideas that he thought were most suitable for Chinese society, and Hu Zhao was stunned and extremely fresh when he listened, and he had already given birth to a sense of responsibility to save the people from hanging upside down in his heart.

After the Caolu conversation, Hu Zhao and Chen Long already had a consensus. Hu Zhao finally asked, "But what does Chen Long need me to do when he is here?" Just say it, listen to it. ”

Chen Long talked about the Central Plains strategy again, and carefully explained the idea of inviting Hu Zhao and Zhang Zhen to come out of the mountain and persuade Chen Gong to cooperate. When Hu Zhao heard that Chen Long's main goal was to eliminate Cao Cao first, he thought to himself, could this Cao Cao be the white tiger that Zhang Zhen said?

Hu Zhao pulled out a small donkey from the backyard, opened the firewood, turned over on the donkey, and led everyone to the village on the other side of the mountain to find Zhang Zhen. At this time, the villagers knew that strangers had entered the village, and they came to take a look, Chen Long smiled and gestured, and the children gathered around the horse to say goodbye, and they actually left the village and went to the northeast.

After leaving the village, there is a sheep intestine trail, which goes straight to the depths of the mountains. Hu Zhao said that the place where Zhang Zhen lived was Hongdou Gorge in the depths of the mountains, which was a branch of Longquan Gorge, located at the southwest mouth of Longquan Gorge and the northeast foot of Zituan Mountain. Hongdou Gorge was originally known as Hongdi Gorge, and was renamed Hongdou Gorge because of the yew growing in the gorge. From the outside of the canyon, Hongdou Gorge is no different from other canyons, enter the inside, only to feel that this is the real Grand Canyon, stand up hundreds of meters high peaks straight into the sky, towering and steep, every path at the bottom of the mountain, there are gurgling springs accompanied, all kinds of strange flowers and rare trees, all kinds of strange flowers and rare trees, all the colorful, birds and flowers, refreshing people's hearts, the more you go, the more open the field of vision, only to see the mountains undulating, layers of forests, mountains, sky, lakes, trees row upon row, the lake reflects the blue sky, the forest covers the mountains, It is a beautiful and charming landscape painting. The more people walked, the more energetic they became, immersed in this picturesque beauty, as if they had walked into a peach blossom paradise that made people forget their worries.

During this period, there is occasionally a small farmhouse courtyard, where a breeze blows, accompanied by the sound of fresh air and leaves, which is very pleasant. However, the mountain road is dangerous and very difficult to walk, and in the depths of the mountain, after all, unlike the extraterritorial roads, the war horses and donkeys are very difficult to walk, and they barely move to the depths of the canyon. Cao Mengde sighed in "Bitter Cold Travel": "Going north to Taihang Mountain, it is difficult!" The sheep intestines are bent, and the wheels are destroyed. The trees are bleak, and the north wind is sad! The bear squatted at me, and the tiger and leopard cried in the middle of the road. There are few people in the valley, and the snow falls on He Feifei! Stretch your neck and sigh, and travel far away. Why am I depressed? I want to go back to the east. The bridge is deep in water, and the middle road is wandering.

Confused and lost, there is no shelter in the twilight. The day of travel is far away, and the people and horses are hungry at the same time. Carry the bag to get paid, and the axe and ice are held as minc. The poem "Dongshan" makes me sad.

In this way, in the evening, suddenly a forest stream is quiet, the road is flat, and when you look at it, you can see the smoke curling in the jungle, faintly revealing a few thatched houses. Facing this place where there was only a trace of fireworks, Long Chen couldn't help but secretly apologize, if it weren't for the people, he really shouldn't have disturbed the tranquility of the immortals.

The sun was about to set, Chen Longming lit a torch and finally came to an ordinary thatched hut. Just about to knock on the firewood, Hu Zhao suddenly grabbed Chen Long's arm and shook his head, Chen Long didn't understand what he meant, and when he looked at Hu Zhao blankly, suddenly a fairy sounded in his ears, and the rhyme of the guqin was echoing in his ears, and he hurriedly signaled everyone to silence.

The sound of the guqin rises euphemistically, whirling back and forth, which makes people feel heartache; Suddenly loud and cheerful, people smell and suddenly happy, suddenly peaceful and calm like a groan, there is no sharp edge, that delicate and subtle, quietly control the priorities of people's hearts. Since ancient times, only the Xiao can be reconciled with the guqin, and only the resentment and confusion of the Xiao can be blended with the quaintness of the qin into the wind of the forest, transcending the realm of reality, making people forget their worries and feelings.

The sound coming from the small courtyard is fascinating, light and clear mixed with calm and vigorous, soothing or agitated or peaceful, making people feel that the aftertaste is lingering, and real and virtual, lingering away, as if the kind of ink smoke and clouds in Chinese painting, continuous, artistic conception far to the depths of the spirit. At the end of a song, my thoughts are like a wisp of intermittent smoke, and I want to connect them but I can't, until everything is silent, and the four fields are silent.

Everyone was intoxicated by the sound of the piano, Chen Long waited for a long time, saw that the sky was dark, and there was no more clear sound, and he couldn't help but chant in the night: "Play the guqin to the wine, and make a new sound in the strings." The new sound is indiscernible, and the ten fingers are deeply resentful. Huayan does not protect itself, and it is like a wheel at four o'clock. I don't know when the moon has shone tonight. The dew drops the hibiscus incense, and the incense is also dead. There is nothing left in the good time, and the remnants of the red pool water. ”

As soon as he finished chanting, there was a sound of the fairy stroking the qin in the air, and a clear and emotional voice said: "Good poem! Since my friend understands the artistic conception of my piano, he should be a destined person. Please also be admitted to the hospital for tea. ”

There was the sound of pushing the piano in the courtyard, followed by the sound of gentle and slow footsteps, and the door of the courtyard opened in a moment, and a figure dressed in white walked out slowly from the two wooden doors.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.