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It was morning.Several people who came back from the morning market gathered in a teahouse in Wuyun City, and while drinking the newly shipped jasmine tea from Zhijiang Province, they talked about a new rehearsal drama that was staged in the theater last night.The play tells the story of a war that has not been over for a long time. The heroic and fearless soldiers of the Republican Army confronted the ferocious snake man, fought hard for seven years, and finally won the story.Those people talked about the characters in the play, and they were all in high spirits, as if they had just returned from the battlefield-in fact, they were just market people, and they might have a big fight with their wives about today's loss in business after returning.But now, their minds are on that drama.

They talked happily, and the other tea guests beside them listened enthusiastically, and also added a sentence or two.As the saying goes, there is no dignity in teahouses, and the people who make teahouses can say anything and make jokes, and no one will take it seriously, let alone in this era that puts people first and people first. These people spoke happily, but an old man sitting in a corner remained silent.The old man was wearing a legal robe, although it was full of patches, it was still clean.Because the emperor of the previous dynasty respected the legal system very much, the Republican Army was established, and the legal system was severely hit. One of the suzerains of the two tribes of the legal system was exiled, and the other was even beheaded, so these disciples of the legal system were depressed for a while.The old man sipped his tea, his eyes seemed drunk, and he didn't say a word.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, and a man who was talking was spitting out his head, and shouted, "Second brother, what happened outside?" The doctor of tea was holding a large copper pot to make tea for a new guest. After hearing the greeting, he hurriedly poured water for the guest in front of him. Jin Wu is catching people." Zhijinwu is an organization responsible for city security in the previous dynasty.Now that the dynasty has changed, this organization still remains.Hearing this, the man spit and said, "Did you catch the remnants of the previous dynasty again? These bastards used to eat hot food and drink spicy food, and this day will come."

Hearing the words, the doctor of tea came over and smiled apologetically: "Master, don't say that." He pointed to the note pasted on the pillar and said: "Only talk about romance, don't talk about state affairs." The man seemed to know how powerful he was, he shrunk his neck and said nothing more, for a moment, there was a silence.Fortunately, those Zhijinwu had already arrived at this time.The man they were detaining was very young, with a handsome face, and although he was wearing coarse clothes, it couldn't hide his luxurious air.But the young man looked panic-stricken, and there was fear in his eyes.Many children followed them up and down, some naughty ones even picked up stones and threw them at the young man, the soldiers who held Jinwu didn't care, the young man's head was broken and there was bleeding Come out and condense into a strip on the forehead.

Zhijinwu soldiers walked by.When they walked through the door, there was a dead silence in the teahouse, and no one spoke.When the soldiers passed by, the teahouse was still silent.Suddenly, someone let out a long sigh. It was the old man in legal robes who broke the silence.He took out some money from his pocket and called out, "Shopkeeper!" Dr. Cha came up to meet him and said, "Guest officer, do you know how to account?" "Shopkeeper, bring your pen." There are many literati who come to drink tea. Those people sometimes want to write inscriptions when they are interested in poetry. Therefore, the walls of the teahouse are allowed to be scribbled, and the owner will paint it on time.Dr. Cha did not expect that the old man would ask for a pen, but he has been a Dr. Tea for many years, and he knew that all the visitors are guests, so he came over with a pen and ink and said with a smile: "Does the guest officer also want to write poems?"

The old man picked up the pen and looked at it.This pen is not a good pen either, the nib has split.He didn't care about these, dipped his ink, and wrote on the wall. This ragged old legal man wanted to inscription on the wall, which immediately aroused everyone's interest.They stopped talking about the show, and all gathered around to watch.Seeing him write the first character, some knowledgeable people praised: "Good calligraphy!" The pen in the teahouse is not a good thing, but the characters written by this old man with this pen are as smooth as they are, and the strokes are strong.What he wrote was in cursive script, and each character became more and more pretentious, and he almost wanted to fly away.

Because it is cursive, most people can't understand it.The good guy from before poked a man dressed as an official next to him, and whispered: "Mr. Li, what is this old man writing?" This Mr. Li must have read books for several years. He squinted his eyes to recognize it, and read: "The majestic palace is connected to the sky, and the son of Emperor Jiuyan wants to open the border. Well, just these few words." The man said: "It sounds nice, is it Daoqing? Hehe, this old man is also strange. Daoqing is not sung, but written on the wall." Daoqing is a unique tune in the legal system, and that man has also heard it.Mr. Li ignored him, and just continued to read: "Athletes in the east city prepare saddle horses, and athletes in the west city sell swords and guns. Every family cuts clothes and requisitions, and households pound army rations. The child is still being hugged, and Manyu Grandpa will return home early."

After reading these few words, the people around fell silent.Immediately after the war, there was hardly any family without relatives who died on the battlefield.They all feel lucky to be alive today, and they just want to forget about this war as soon as possible.But these few words brought back their not-so-distant memories, and they all remembered the scene when the war was still raging. The old man was still writing, writing faster and faster, and his handwriting became more and more scribbled.In the middle part, Mr. Li could no longer understand and was flustered. Seeing the next few sentences clearer, he hurriedly continued to read: "Don't you see that the bones cover the field and the wind is rustling. When the hero draws his sword, Again..." After reading this, he couldn't understand again, and raised his brows to recognize it.

The old man has dropped the last word.He threw the pen away and said loudly: "It's another ten years of calamity for the common people!" The last few characters are flying like dragons and phoenixes, and the strokes are chiseled out like a sharp axe, and each stroke seems to go through the wall.The old man's voice was also very loud. He picked up the bag on the bench and walked away. Everyone in the teahouse was stunned, but no one dared to speak.Once the hero draws his sword, it will be another ten years of calamity for the common people.These two sentences seem to contain infinite sadness and pain, but also infinite indignation.

If you succeed, you are a hero.But with a hero, the common people in the world will experience another catastrophe, right?They were thinking, sweating coldly, no one said a word, they were both afraid and grateful.After a while, he came back to his senses, looked up, and saw that the old man had disappeared in which street corner or alley. (End of the full text of "Tian Xing Jian")