Chapter 27 Section five

"Kites, kites, dragonflies and butterflies, dragon kites with long tails." "Osmanthus buns, freshly baked sweet-scented buns, hot." "Freshly fried chestnuts Freshly fried chestnuts, the new freshly fried chestnuts are crispy, soft and sweet." The sound of hawking filled the ears of everyone on the street.This Tiannan Capital is located in the bustling Wanzhou, with row upon row of narrow long streets and connected shops with hooked eaves. Merchants compete for business and put up various kinds of cloth tents outside the shops.The wine tricks are flying in the high pavilion, the light boats are rowing on the Phoenix Pond in the distance, and the pedestrians are shoulder to shoulder. This is the prosperity of the Eastern Land and the glory of the imperial dynasty.

"I bumped into someone! Don't you know how to use your long eyes? How dare you ride a horse on Ziliang Street?" A man who looked like a rich man felt the heat from the horse behind him, turned around and cursed. He stopped abruptly.Behind him was a handsome black horse, dressed in a golden chrysanthemum-patterned horse coat, and Kui Leiwen's pure black cloak covered the horse's buttocks.Kui Lei Wen and Golden Chrysanthemum were not things that ordinary people could use in the Lower Tang Dynasty. The samurai on the horse didn't seem to hear his words, and looked into the distance silently.The crowd moved away quietly, and the black horse trotted past silently.In a bustling and bustling scene, there is such a quiet one person and one ride, which makes people feel weird.

"Lei Yihan... Lei Yihan..." Someone seemed to be calling his name in his ear, and besides himself, who else in the world remembered this old name? The hoarse sound of Liezongqin seemed to be chasing him from afar. He could smell the wind on the grassland and the faint smell of green grass.He thought of the wooden doll his father had carved by himself, and hung a ponytail in front of the door of the tent at home, which represented his height. Every year, his father would raise the wooden doll a little bit, stroked his head and said, "Rey Han has grown taller again." He thought about fire again.The blazing fire, he can still feel the terrible heat, he ran in the gap between the flames and the night, he called every name he knew, but no one answered him.Finally, he stood in front of a tent that was engulfed in flames, and the ponytail was burned off. He saw the wooden doll fall to the ground with his own eyes, and with a muffled sound, everything was over.

There is no more Lei Yihan, no more Yinyang Village.They burned it, and everything he had, and he was the only one in the world. Tuoba Shanyue felt his arm tense under the cover of the leather armor, he clenched his fist, the veins on his arm must have jumped like an angry snake.The surroundings were bustling, but he was cut off from this bustling world, he wished he could yell loudly, something would burst out of his blood. "Grinding iron, grinding iron, iron knife and bronze mirror, bright as silver!" A clear voice suddenly filled his ears.The ferocious emotion disappeared like an ebb, and Tuoba shuddered. He was already on the bridge immediately.

This is a small river diverted from the Phoenix Pond—the Ziliang River, which winds and turns, with the Ziliang Bridge flying across it, and there are vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the bridge.The young man who yelled to sharpen his knife was standing in front of his horse. The rather handsome iron grinder stepped on the wooden bench and smiled lightly.There are not many iron grinders like Nanhuai who walk around the streets and alleys. They are poor people who help people sharpen mirrors and sharpen knives. "Do you want to sharpen the knife?" The young iron grinder looked up at Tuoba, "We sharpen it very finely."

He had a happy look on his young, dark face, far from the other sallow-faced iron grinders.Tuoba hesitated for a moment, and he took out the long knife in the saddle bag and handed it to the iron grinder: "Please help sharpen the blade." "Okay, okay!" An eye-catching man next to the iron grinder came up and took the knife, stepped on the wooden stool, brought out a clay pot, and wiped clean water on the millstone with a big thick black hand.The long knife came out of the plain leather sheath, like a burst of icy air, a subdued cold light flowed on the knife, and the word "Pixiu" was engraved in small characters near the knife.

Holding the long knife in his hand, the man froze. "It's a good knife," the young iron sharpener said flatly, "Why don't you let me teach you some small ways to sharpen a knife's edge?" "Please, Master, please, Master." The man hurriedly got up and stepped aside. "Master?" Tuoba looked at the young man, and saw the belt made of coarse linen under his white-washed robe. It was a monk from Nagato, and only they were used to wearing this kind of belt made of rough linen. Tuoba Shanyue has heard of the name Nagato Order.It is a sect, it is said that it does not believe in God, and its disciples are all ascetic monks.They are not often seen in the materialistic metropolis of Wanzhou, but in the remote Nomura town, these self-denying and kind people are often seen.They also don't preach. The "Dharma" of the Nagato Order is to be sought. Ordinary people don't seek them, so they don't think you have the qualifications to obtain the Dharma.But for the poor, the Nagato monks are very respected people, and they are honored as "Master".Perhaps because of their travels, their knowledge is unimaginably vast, and they never hesitate to pass on this knowledge to those who need it.They do not work, but live on the food given by others, but often they teach others far more than they receive.Even so, they still don't hesitate to give the only food they have to the poor, even if they will starve for the next meal.

"If sharpening a knife, use enough water. Dry grinding will leave marks. Grinding from one side will damage your blade. You must also sharpen from one direction, otherwise the edge will be damaged." The young monk said Grinding said, it seems that the man is a novice iron grinder, and the monk is a teacher who instructs his skills. "It's a good knife!" The monk looked up at Tuoba Shanyue and smiled, "But it's not a famous knife." "Master has good eyesight. It's just that the weapon I bought from a blacksmith when I was young is easy to use." Tuoba also used this title to show his respect.

"Is he a general?" the monk smiled. "How did you get it?" "The general's horse clothes and cloak are very expensive handicrafts. There is also the general's eyes. He often goes to the battlefield and commands thousands of troops. His eyes are different from ordinary people." Tuoba also smiled: "Yeah, eyes can't always be hidden from people." "Well, it can be seen that the general has something on his mind." The monk nodded seriously. "Is it?" "Is there something unexpected and hesitant?" Tuoba was startled, he couldn't help becoming vigilant, and looked at the monk coldly.

"I got it right." The monk looked up at Tuoba and smiled happily, "I think the general is hostile to me." Tuoba looked at him, trying hard to see through those young and happy eyes.The monk did not avoid his gaze, he shrugged his shoulders and continued to sharpen his knife.Tuoba only saw pure happiness and carefree. "Is it because they are not the same kind of person?" Tuoba sighed in his heart. Tuoba withdrew his gaze: "I have some things, and I want to ask someone to explain my doubts, but I can't find such a person, can the master help me?"

"Wandering people like us don't know much about military affairs, but if the general is willing to tell me, I will try my best to answer. Thank you general for asking us to sharpen our knives." The monk smiled. Finding a guest is because my Wanzhou dialect is not good enough." "Master, have you ever encountered such a thing..." Tuoba considered his words, "For one thing, you have worked hard for a long time, wishing that you would be smashed to pieces to make it happen. You toss and turn every night, feeling surrounded by pain all the time. Only when the dream can realize that wish one day, can you get a moment of comfort." "Such an unforgettable thing for the general... Is it hatred?" Tuoba didn't answer, but continued to say: "But in the end, you didn't realize your wish. You gradually became paralyzed, and gradually forgot, and you didn't even want to think about it. Only then did you feel a little better. You don't have to. If you are troubled by those old things again, you can live the rest of your life quietly. But you suddenly find that an opportunity is in front of you, and when you want to let go, the opportunity to realize that wish has finally come! It’s too late Decades! What will you do, Master? Will you ever return to the same state of mind as before?" When he said this, he silently looked out from the Ziliang River and looked to the north.He felt something churning in his chest, like thick blood. This time it was the monk's turn to hesitate. After a long time, he whispered, "General, your fists are tightly clenched..." Tuoba froze for a moment, looking down at his hands.He let go of his hand, leaving deep nail marks on his palm. "In fact, the general still understands in his heart, right?" The monk tilted his head to look at him, "The general is just afraid of going back to the previous state of mind. But the state of mind is still there, the general just doesn't want to think about it. Maybe the general can put those Suppress all the unpleasant things and give up this opportunity, but one day, those emotions will resurface, and the general will regret it at that time, right?" "You mean..." "Maybe it's too mysterious to say so." The monk raised his head and smiled at Tuoba, "But things in the world are often like this. Some people ask too eagerly, but in the end they get nothing, and some people give up. In fact, gains and losses are nothing? In the end, they will all be lost, but it is a pity that many people lose their hearts in the gains and losses.” "So what am I supposed to do?" "The general has actually heard the voice in his heart, right? Most people in the world are ordinary people. You are chasing something, you know it shouldn't be, and you know it will be a void in the end, but you still can't help but chase it." Just chase, chase, get it, and lose it again." The monk poured a can of water on the knife, and the sharp blade dazzled the eyes, "then the person died." There was a solemn expression on his young face, and he held the knife in his hands and held it to Tuoba: "Although it sounds so sad, I can't escape after all." Tuoba took the knife and flicked the blade silently. "Do according to what the general thinks in his heart. If you regret it, it will be a matter of the future." The monk shook his head, "The general is deeply addicted, and he is not an extraordinary person." "Yes." Tuoba whispered, took out a gold baht from his belt, and placed it in the monk's hand respectfully. He turned his horse around, straightened his waist, and left.Suddenly he didn't think about anything anymore, that disgust, that kind of trouble, was no longer a problem now, he knew that the expression in his eyes had regained his determination, it was sharper than before, like a sharp knife. "Give me a gold baht! What a big deal!" The man leaned over and greedily looked at the money in the monk's hand. "This is yours." The monk handed him the gold baht, and turned to look at Tuoba's back. "Master, what exactly are you talking about? I understand every word, but I just don't understand." "Do you want to kill a lot of people?" The young monk sighed softly. "Master?" "Actually, I don't really understand," the monk shook his head, "but I have a bad feeling. Although I don't know what his wish is, for a person like a general, to fulfill a wish, he must kill many, many people." ?” "Then the master didn't persuade the general?" the man said in amazement, "Master Nagato also spared his life, didn't he?" "Living in this world is not easy, but," the monk said in a low voice, "what can I do?"