Chapter 39 Gongsun of folding chess club at the end

It's summer again, and another such-and-such evening. As long as you hear the thrilling sound of the continuous sea water beating against the cliffs, you will know that this is the mouth of the Yellow River.The great river that spans thousands of miles, the muddy yellow torrent, here performs the final majesty and solemnity, and merges into the sea.It can also be said that the roaring Yellow River rolled here, completed its final glory, and was reborn. In this way, the East China Sea is the Yellow River, and the Yellow River is the East China Sea.The vast plateau on which the Yellow River rests seems to stop abruptly at the seashore, but in fact the plateau has been sinking and supporting the sea. In other words, the plateau is as high as the depth of the sea.

A round of setting sun hangs above the cliff and the sea, between the sky and the sea, like a pill tempered through the ages. Due to the existence of the setting sun, the white grass on the cliffs turned red, the reeds beside the big river turned red, the long rolling clouds in the sky turned red, and the waves of the sea also danced little by little red.This scene is forever simple and always fresh. People also seem to have been forged and smelted, and they are also red. This is Gongsun Nizi and Yiluo. Gongsun Nizi was old, so old that he couldn't tell how old he was, and his eyes, nose and mouth seemed to give way to deep wrinkles, which were hard to find at once.Yiluo is also in her fifties, she looks much younger than her actual age, but the beauty of that year can only be found in her eyes, and her face and temples are more weathered.

It has been twelve years since Yiluo and Sun Wu left Wu. It is now four hundred and seventy-two BC. Sun Tzu's "home" is very simple, just a shack made of branches and straw mats. On the left side of the wooden frame hangs clay pots, below are embers; on the right side are two beehives for beekeeping. Gongsun Nizi and Yiluo sat in front of the hut. Gongsun Nizi crouched down and looked at the bamboo slips again: "I only stepped on the iron shoes just to see the eighty-two art of war and the nine volumes of formation diagrams! It was a worthwhile trip. General Sun is The outstanding Chinese people whose skin is dyed with gold and whose bright eyes are dotted with black jade pearls. Keep it alive, keep it alive, let the people of future generations come back and drink the nectar of today's wisdom."

Gongsun Nizi carefully rolled up the bamboo slips, and Yiluo picked up the bamboo slips and put them in a beehive. Yiluo said: "It's a pity that my qin skills are neglected." "What about sword skills? Has your sword skill improved a lot?" "Jian, I was buried with my wife twelve years ago." "Well, real generals don't wear swords!" "It's not just that you don't wear a sword? The general doesn't even say a word!" "What a pity! Well, do you know what happened to Wu Zixu?" "have no idea." "Not long after you and Sun Wu left the state of Wu, Fu Chai, the king of Wu, won a complete victory against Qi, captured seven generals of the Qi army, and beheaded 3,000 heads of the soldiers of Qi army. Abandoning you allows you to win a small victory first, and then punishes you. If King Faqi is defeated, he can still reflect on his consciousness, so that the country of Wu can survive. Now it's over." An ominous prophecy? He accused Wu Zixu of sending his son to the state of Qi. He was treacherous to the enemy, disturbed the law, and refused to fight when he was sick. "The territory of Wu State was opened up by the former kings. Today, God blesses Wu State with a great victory over Qi State. Fu Chai dare not monopolize his merits. He wants to sacrifice the bells and drums of the former kings. What do you think, Doctor Wu?""

Yiluo asked eagerly, "What did Wu Zixu say?" "Wu Zixu said, I would rather die before the king, lest I see the king captured by the Yue soldiers." Yiluo said, "It's over!" "It's not over! Fucha ordered Wu Zixu to kill himself with the sword that was bestowed by the late king. Wu Zixu flicked the sword with his finger, and sighed, "Wu Zixu helped the late king to found the country, and all his hard work was exhausted! If I die today, I will be cut off." Hanging on the head of Gusu City, let me watch the Yue people enter the city, and plant two catalpa trees on my grave, which will be your coffin! Call, I tell you to see, I tell you to see nothing! Order people to put Wu Zixu's body in a sheepskin bag and throw it into the river..."

silence.Yiluo's heart tightened.The tide of the Yellow River is surging, rolling up thousands of bloody waves. Suddenly, Yiluo shouted: "The general is back!" "Where?" "follow me." Gongsun Nizi felt strange: How did Yiluo feel that Sun Wu was back?After following Yiluo for a while, he came to a valley and looked forward, and sure enough, it was Sun Wu who had returned! On the other side where the setting sun sank, Sun Wu came, driving a large herd of black sheep and white sheep.There are dark cliffs on both sides, and the sunset focuses on this narrow valley "corridor". The Sun Wu is blended in the twilight, and his outline is somewhat blurred.Only recently did I know that Sun Wu was much thinner than twelve years ago, almost skinny, and his eyes looked big and dull.The beard and hair are all white, fluttering in the sunset.His body was covered in tattered clothes, and he wore a nondescript cloak, which could be vaguely seen to be the Zheng robe from that year, and the bottom had completely turned into silk tassels.The sheep whip in his hand was very long, with a few red tassels adorning it, and the red tassels flickered like flames.

Gongsun Nizi rushed a few steps, clasped his hands and shouted: "Sun Wu, General Sun, don't come here without any harm!" Sun Wu whistled, and the running black sheep and white sheep all stopped. Then, he squinted his eyes, looked at Gongsun, and searched for the memories of the past. "This is Mr. Gongsun Nizi, the great musician. Don't you recognize the general?" Only then did Sun Wu point to Gongsun's nose, laughed loudly, squeezed Gongsun's hand tightly, and looked him up and down.Gongsun Nizi said: "Gongsun is getting old!" Sun Wu sighed and nodded, seemingly with infinite emotion.Suddenly, he sniffed again, looking for something on Gongsun.

Knowing that Sun Wu smelled the aroma of wine, Gongsun Nizi hurriedly untied the wine bag from his waist, carried it, and teased Sun Wu: "General, do you still remember the aroma of this wine? It is the world-famous Gusu red, also known as General Hong. " Sun Tzu went to grab it.Gongsun Nizi hurriedly hid. Sun Wu gave Yiluo a wink, and bluffed to grab it. Gongsun hid the wine bag behind him, but Yiluo took it and threw it to Sun Wu.Sun Wu opened the wine bag, took a sip, and pretended to be intoxicated. Yiluo said: "Teacher Gongsun, forgive me, he hasn't tasted wine for a long time!"

Gongsun Nizi said: "A man of peace and happiness is a gentleman. The general lives in the hall of three penetrations, where the wind, snow and rain are exposed. He has the righteousness of the world and the essence of the sun and the moon. When he is thirsty, he has mountain springs. When he is hungry, he has mountain dates. When he is cold, he has mountain springs." Hugging a sheep to keep warm, what is even more rare is that you have the ambition of "Sun Tzu's Art of War", accompanied by such a virtuous woman, Sun Wu, wow, you are at ease! Well, Yiluo, what did he say?"

Sun Tzu was "speaking" dumb words and gesturing. "The general said, let's get half drunk today, and then play a game with the three armies with horns, please watch." Gongsun Nizi: "Oh? The three armies—a flock of sheep?" Sun Tzu gestured again. Yiluo: "The general said that war is a game where the king chases the sheep!" "What a cruel game!" Gongsun Nizi said with emotion, "Does the general know? The country of Wu has been unfortunately targeted by you. King Gou Jian of Yue destroyed the country of Wu last year, and Fu Chai committed suicide. Thorn wormwood!"

Sun Wu no longer tasted the wine, nodded again and again, with a sad expression, stretched out his hand for a while, and wrote the word "Wu" on the palm, asking, where is Wu Zixu? Gongsun Nizi: "Doctor Wu was murdered by Fu Chai twelve years ago, and he has long been wiped out!" Sun Wu was dumbfounded.Two lines of muddy tears flowed slowly from the corners of his eyes. Facing the south, he knelt down and bowed three times. He sprinkled all the bag of fine wine on the ground as a memorial to his old friend. Gongsun Nizi said: "Don't be too sad, general, time is such a sentiment, a generation of heroes, He Lu, and Fu Chai, where are they now? But the general's art of war will be immortal in the world!" Yiluo sighed: "There is no hope of going back to Gusu!" Gongsun Nizi grabbed Sun Wu's hand: "Does the general want to go back to Gusu? The general still misses the small bridge and flowing water, and the gardenias blooming? The king of Yue can let the general enjoy a happy life and write the art of war with peace of mind!" Sun Wu angrily shook off Gongsun's hand. Sun Wu grabbed the sheep whip, ran to a high place and stood on a rock. He spun the long sheep whip twice in the air, and slammed the whip twice in succession. In the twilight of dawn, the sheep looking for grass and food all over the mountains and fields rushed towards Sun Wu when they heard the sound of the whip. The black sheep and white sheep, old sheep and lambs, goats and sheep, ewes and rams all resembled each other. The well-trained apprentices assembled at the command, scrambling to be the first, with high morale.It seems that there are already soldiers pressing down on the front, waiting for them to fight.General Sun Wu's expression at the moment is just so serious, serious and harsh.Now that the general is on the battlefield of life and death, language has given way to the golden drum for commanding the advance and retreat of the three armies, so there is no need to say anything.Naturally, here, in the canyon, in front of the flock of sheep, the general Sun Wu has changed the golden drum into a shepherd's whip.He waved his whip, his white beard and hair fluttered, and the silk tassels of his cloak fluttered, he looked like he had experienced many battles, and his majesty also showed some elegance.Just as hundreds of sheep rolled down the hillside like stones and gathered and shrunk into the canyon, he ran outside the canyon exit.In the open field, he stood facing the running flock, summoned his soldiers and horses, and raised his whip high.A strange scene appeared: the white sheep was on his left, the black sheep was on his right, and the troops were divided into two places in order.At this time, Sun Tzu was in high spirits, waving his whip and shouting "hehe", whistling from time to time.Gongsun Nizi was completely shocked, and asked Yiluo repeatedly, "What is this?" Yiluo said, "Look, the black sheep is from south to north, and the white sheep is from north to south. The two armies are fighting hand in hand! Oh, black sheep Detour! Detour!" Sure enough, the black sheep opened up the battle formation, surrounded the white sheep, and left a gap after it surrounded, which is exactly what "Sun Tzu's Art of War" said "the encirclement must be lacking".After the white sheep spun around in the encirclement circle, and came out of the gap, Yiluo also ran among the sheep to help Sun Wu, who was out of breath, and command their "three armies". Gongsun Nizi went up to the top of a high mountain and looked down: but at the mouth of the Yellow River, on this yellowish-brown land, and in this sunset glow as red as spurting blood, Sun Wu really turned the "war" into a real battle. It became a game of sheep.And the black sheep, the white sheep, spread out like black and white pieces on a chessboard, gather together to form two swirls of black and white, relying on each other, setting off each other, and complementing each other.The white sheep and the black sheep are moving and running, sometimes they look like the ancient and magical river map, sometimes they look like Luoshu, and sometimes Heluo merges into one... Gradually, Sun Wu and Yiluo blend into the flock of sheep; Gradually, the black and white sheep disappeared in the chaotic world. On June 22, 1994, the draft was completed.