The sky gradually tilted, and the sound of "rustling" snow falling in the courtyard, and the study room with charcoal fire was warm. Listening to the old man's words, Lu Liangsheng was silent again.

"...I remember the first time I met Duke Yue, it was my apprentice's aunt's inn. The apprentice Duke Yue also met him. He was a casual person and often went outside without any news. He was mostly worried and worried. When he came, he actually thought about many things. He first met Duke Yue, and later met many times in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Haha, there was also the late emperor. At that time, he never thought that there would be today's situation."

Yang Su lived at such an age, how could he not hear the scholar suddenly talking about the past, with a smile on his face and a gaze showing a kind and heart, "Actually, I have never expected it, especially the late emperor left early. Forget it, don't mention the past."

After waved his hand, the old man turned his head and smiled, "Fellow Daoist's disciple, who gave me Badou? Haha, I remember that I am smart and chivalrous. I envy you very much. At least four disciples will accept your legacy. If you really want to enter the Immortal Pavilion in the future, someone will worship you."

"Haha, Duke Yue began to regret that he had confiscated a proud disciple in those years?"

"It's true. When people get old, they will regret it more. Just wait." Yang Su got up and walked to the desk, took the book he had written before and flipped through it, which was full of vertical words.

"This is my hard work for most of my life. The above-mentioned method of using troops and fighting formations. Fellow Daoist Lu, if you meet a Li Jing in the future, I will teach you to him on behalf of me, but don't mention my name."

Lu Liangsheng took the military book that had not been signed yet, sighed in his heart, and gently stroked the blue cover with his fingertips, "Why don't you mention the name of Duke Yue?"

"Old Han's nephew is both civil and military, and has a commendable spirit. He is a rare talent for being a malleable. But in his eyes, I have a bad reputation and a famous villain, haha..."

Lu Liangsheng actually knew some of the so-called evil people, but they were just old news from the Chen Dynasty and the looting of other people's wives and daughters. However, it was a reward from the emperor, and as a minister, Yang Su had to accept it, and later they were all returned to their original wife one by one.

Lu Liangsheng, who was leaning against the stove, smiled and put the book on his sleeve. However, he was also curious and couldn't help asking: "Why didn't Duke Yue pass on the art of war to his children and grandchildren?"

"No more spread."

The old man who had already sat on the chair smiled, waved his hands, and looked at the flames rising from the stove, blushing his face.

"In the future, I'd better not want them to follow my husband's path. The family's wealth is enough to live for three generations. In the future, I'll be unable to take care of it. I hope they have some prospects and have a few more scholars, teaching and educating, or getting a good fortune in the exam, it depends on their ability."

Speaking of this, Yang Su stood up and looked at Lu Liangsheng, pursing his lips tightly, which made Lu Liangsheng a little confused and stood up.

Just as the question "Duke of Yue, what are you doing?", the old man opposite suddenly raised his hand, hugged his fist on his left and right, and bowed to the scholar.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, my children and grandchildren in my family still hope that the Taoist Daoist will take care of him. He does not seek wealth, but wants to have a chance to survive in the future."

"Duke of Yue, get up quickly."

For a moment, Lu Liangsheng was so shocked that he couldn't find a suitable word, so he quickly helped the old man with his arms, "Duke Yue may not die."

Hahaha...

After being helped up, Yang Su chuckled for a while and slowly sat back on the chair, "Fellow Daoist, you don't understand, but you should understand my heart. If the new emperor wants to grow up, he needs a whetstone. I am willing to make this stone. The knife is sharpened and sharpened, so I can see that I can better protect the mountains and rivers that I and my brother have built.

....Look again, I am a person who has lived a solid life everywhere I go. I am also successful in practicing Taoism. In the court, I have achieved one person below one person, above ten thousand people, and two generations of followers of the dragon, and there are few people in the world... It's time to be content. Once my brother goes away, I have no one to speak. When I come down, I can still meet my brother, have a glass of wine, talk about how many days and nights, and tell me how his son is wise and powerful, and how he is as angry as a tiger!"

Lu Liangsheng closed his eyes, suppressed his emotions, and shook his head with difficulty.

"...Duke of Yue can also pretend to die, escape and hide in the mountains and forests to practice Taoism. Why do you have to do something by death? This is not done by wise people."

The old man opposite the stove laughed again. When the scholar looked over, he stretched out his fingers and gestured: "This is the Tao, the Tao is different. Your teacher Shu Hua is martyred for death and has completed the path in his heart. I am probably the same, but the paths I take are different, Liang Sheng."

When the old man said this, he did not use the three words "Fellow Daoist" to call him "Liangsheng" and almost burst out the emotion that was suppressed in the scholar's heart.

"Good life... no one is afraid of death. Otherwise, why do those who practice Taoism work tirelessly to pursue longevity? But in this life, there are always one or two things that require you to stand up, not for anything else, just for the way in your heart, not to be good or bad. If you stick to this path, you can see the road ahead clearly. When you are about to come, you can also look back at the bumps along the way."

Outside the window, the winter night is coming soon, and there is no more light. The light of the lanterns raised by the servants in the mansion shines in obliquely, and the study is quiet.

Lu Liangsheng sat on the chair, holding the armrest tightly, and pursed his lips tightly. The figure of his mentor who died was gradually overlapping with the calm-looking old man in front of him.

After a while, the scholar stood up, bowed to the old man with gray beard, walked silently to the wall, dissipated in the study, walked through the snow-covered courtyard, and swaying red lanterns. Soon, he came to the long street. As the New Year was approaching, there were figures walking around the night market everywhere, and children carrying lanterns chased and played; the drunk man walked out of the brothel with his back and laughing words; the woman who accompanied her husband spitted at the building...

Lu Liangsheng looked at the crowd, as if he was two worlds.

......

In the West City of Chang'an, a restaurant has been occupied by a group of "little monkeys". It is full of young Taoist priests wearing shallow green Taoist robes sitting at dinner tables and chatting with their friends. They jumped off the stool and chased each other in the corridor. Sun Yingxian wiped away the sweat from his face, scolded a few naughty people, turned around and walked to the second floor fence, and looked out.

"Why didn't Lu Das scholar come back? If you don't come back, I have to pay for it."

Subconsciously, I reached out to touch the yellow cloth bag and looked at the group of more than 200 children, and I was a little worried that the private money I had saved secretly in the past two years would not be enough.

Hong Lian knocked on a naughty boy with chopsticks. Hearing the Taoist muttering, he followed him to look into the imperial city. For a moment, a dimples suddenly appeared on her face and pointed to the long street below.

"Look, isn't the young master here?"

On the noisy long street, under the intertwined lanterns, the red candlelight shone on a pedestrian walking by the scholar. He raised his head and saw the woman waving in the restaurant shouting: "Young Master--"

"Scholar Lu Da!" This is the voice of the Taoist.

After a moment, little heads poked out from behind the fence and raised their hands: "Sir! Come up quickly! There is something delicious!"

"Yes, the Taoist priest said he treats..."

"Hey, when did I say that! Is it true to bet?"
Chapter completed!