Chapter 5 third quarter

Han Xin walked out of the mansion of the imperial envoy of the Qin Dynasty. A group of soldiers happily came out with valuable treasures and utensils in their arms. When they passed by him, one of them asked, "Hey, Han Langzhong, why didn't you take some treasures?" Han Xin tapped the big gilt-carved wine bottle that the man was holding with his fingers, and said with a smile, "It's too heavy, I can't move it." Several people laughed out loud at his words, and left with their things in their arms. Han Xin walked onto the street, walking full.His heart is heavy.

It's the same everywhere.Not in the palace of Qin, nor in the mansions of the rich and powerful in the past.The laws and decrees of the Qin Dynasty, maps, archives, household registration documents...all the valuable maps and records are gone. Liu Bang really has ambitions! It appears that the war will continue.For him, there is nothing terrible about war, and his talent lies in it.It's just that if he can't be reused, what does it have to do with him in the thunderous war? Children, do you know what is the greatest pain in the world?The master asked, whether he was looking at him or not, looking at the sky.

Know.I just have nothing to eat, so I’m hungry!He said while playing with a weed. The master looked at her, smiled, shook his head, and looked towards the sky again.There is no match!Remember, child, when you are invincible, you are the loneliest and most painful person in the world. Wrong, both the master and him at the time were wrong.Not having an opponent is not the greatest pain, and of course physical pain like hunger is nothing.The greatest pain in this world is: Knowing that there is no one in the world who is your opponent, but you don't even have the qualifications to compete.Sullenly, he kicked a pebble off the road and sighed.

Suddenly, an irresistible thought popped up in his heart. He stretched out his hand to grab a passer-by who looked like a local, and said, "Excuse me, how can I get to Guowei's Mansion?" "National Captain's Mansion?" The man widened his eyes and said, "Are you asking Guowei's Mansion?" "yes." The man looked at him with strange eyes, pointed forward: "Go straight along this road, turn right at the end, and go through a small forest." Han Xin cupped his hands and said, "Thank you." "No thanks, no thanks." The man left after finishing speaking.As he walked, he looked back at him suspiciously from time to time.

Han Xin walked forward according to the man's instructions. Ah, I must be crazy.Why and where?Just because the master once said that stranger's name in front of him more than ten years ago? So what did he expect to see when he went there? The master sat there, stroking his gray beard, and said with a smile: "Son, now you believe that I am really the captain of the Qin Dynasty?" absurd!He shook his head with a grin. But he kept going. After all, it is the majestic Guowei Mansion, maybe there will be some military information?Why not take a look?He explained it to himself.

He walked to the end of the road.Turn right and go through a small wood. Coming out of the woods, he was stunned. It can be seen that it was once a magnificent mansion. The stone-carved Yan still stood majestically at the door, with a few withered wormwood sticking out from between his paws, swaying in the cold wind.An unknown bird was standing above its head and watching, when it saw someone coming, it fluttered its wings and flew away. The vermilion lacquered door was half open, and the paint on it was mottled and peeled off.It can be seen that the courtyard inside the gate is full of weeds as tall as half a person.He stretched out his hand to push the door open a little, and an unpleasant "squeak" sound startled him.He stepped into the threshold, and a rabbit jumped out of the grass, and escaped in three hops.

No wonder the man looked so strange just now, it turned out that what he was asking about was an old house that had been abandoned for a long time. He cautiously walked through the halls and terraces that were either crumbling or half collapsed, watching carefully as he walked.He didn't know what he wanted to see, and he didn't seem to see anything.Like all abandoned houses, it is full of musty smell, cobwebs, and dust. There are also a few curious mice staring at him from the dark corner with bright small eyes, as if wondering about the purpose of this intruder. Turning around a few ruined walls, the eyes suddenly became brighter.

This is a small bamboo garden.Although the overgrown weeds almost obscured the original scenery, some rare flowers and trees can still be seen among them, vaguely showing the luxurious life of the owner in the past. He didn't go to those rare flowers and trees.He walked to a thick and simple locust tree in the garden. If it is summer, this tree must be the best place to enjoy the cool air in this garden.The small yellow and white flowers will attract many buzzing bees and colorful butterflies.But right now, it's the most drab plant here.After losing its leaves in the cold, his thick trunk looked like it was worthless.

Then why is he still walking towards that tree? Because the first time I saw the master, was it under a locust tree? The old man sat under a big locust tree, slightly bent his back, and stared into the distance absently.Sometimes I pick up a branch and scratch it on the ground, seeming bored and preoccupied. No one cared where this strange old man came from and what he was.Who cares?Everyone is busy with their own livelihood. A child ran up to the old man to catch a grasshopper.The grasshopper jumped into the criss-cross lines the old man had drawn carelessly.The child held his breath and quietly raised his hand.great, don't move...

The child's hand didn't come down for a long time, and the grasshopper had already escaped. Children are fascinated by the mysterious graphics.He brushed aside the weeds and walked towards the big locust tree. How many years has it been since no one took shade under this tree?ten years?twenty years?is it lonelyWill it recall the past of singing every night in the cold night?Do you still remember the master who the King of Qin once met with the same courtesy, with the same clothes and food?Did he know why this famous and strange man disappeared later? Twilight, he stopped in his tracks.

His heart skipped a beat. A man sat on a bluestone under a tree with his back facing him, with gray hair and a slightly stooped back. A gust of cold wind blew, and he shivered.Who is this man?Why did it appear in this old house that has been abandoned for many years?Could it be... "Who?" The man asked in a deep voice, turning around at the same time. He was an old man with a hale face and sharp eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief.It's not a ghost, it's a normal person.Of course, not the master.There was a hint of disappointment in his heart. The old man looked him up and down for a while, and said coldly: "There is nothing you want here. You came late, and all the things you can take were removed more than ten years ago. Unless you are interested in those rubbles." Han Xin was taken aback, but immediately understood: the old man was most likely a survivor of the former Qin Dynasty, and he regarded himself as one of the soldiers of the Chu army who were looting wantonly.So he said: "Sir, you have misunderstood, I am not here..." "I suggest you go to Zhao Gao's Mansion," the old man said, "It's a good place, and the gold, silver and jewelry can't be moved in ten days and a half." Han Xin smiled helplessly, it seems that the explanation is useless.After thinking for a while, he cupped his hands and said, "Han Xin, dare to ask Mr...." "I'm not afraid to tell you," the old man said coldly, "My name is Zhongxiu, and I am the Taishi of the Qin Dynasty." Han Dao said, "Excuse me, Mr. Zhong, the owner of this place..." "It's long gone." Zhongxiu's voice was hard and cold, obviously repelling people thousands of miles away. No, there are usually two explanations.Han Xin didn't know which one he was referring to, and when he wanted to ask further, the old man's face turned frosty, so Han Xin could only sigh, "It's a pity." "What's the pity?" Zhongxiu sneered, "If he was still there, would you be able to enter Xianyang?" Han Xin was stunned. Xiang Yu's indiscriminate killings that went beyond revenge are well known. The officials of the Qin Dynasty in Xianyang who hadn't had time to escape are now in danger, and there is no time to hide. This old man actually made no secret of his contempt for the conqueror. For some reason, Han Xin developed a strange respect for this prickly old man. This seems unlikely.The Qin Dynasty is tyrannical and everyone hates it. How can he respect an official who is still loyal to it? Maybe it's because it's hard to tell which side represents justice these days.The facts are there: the insurgents, who were born poor and endured years of high-handed rule, will become more brutal and barbaric than the original rulers once they have the power to decide the lives and deaths of others. Han Xin silently walked over to Zhong Xiu and sat down. Between him and Zhongxiu there was a nearly round stone plinth covered with dead leaves of pagoda tree.Han Xin brushed off the fallen leaves casually.There is a light layer of moss on the stone pier, and there are some strange lines... "You understand?" The old man looked at the muddy child suspiciously. How can I not understand?What a fun game it is!It was so much fun!The child excitedly picked up a branch, drew a small circle in the figure, then squatted there, stroked his chin, and looked at the old man with hope. When the old man saw the circle drawn by the child, his face was slightly surprised.But he didn't make a sound, just picked up the branch, drew a dot on the picture, and stared at the child. Impossible, it must be a coincidence!He's just a kid. "You understand?" Zhongxiu looked at Han Dao suspiciously. Han Xin stretched out his finger slowly, and drew a small circle on the pattern covered with moss.dry nine. No matter how it develops in the future, this position must be occupied first at the beginning. The master said: Qianyuan uses nine to rule the world. Zhong Xiu looked at the stone pier, then at Han Xin, and slowly stretched out his finger, drawing a dot on the thin moss. Kun six. That's right, he has also learned it before, knowing that only the most soft can resist the most rigid. Use Liu Yongzhen to end up with a big one. The child is still drawing circles on the picture, but he is getting more and more difficult.After more than 20 steps, it takes a long time for the child to take a step.He buried his head lower and lower, regretful and ashamed in his heart. It looked so easy just now, but who knew it was so difficult to play! The child finally couldn't go on anymore.He threw down the branch and said with difficulty: "I... I lost." After speaking, he didn't dare to lift his head, stood up, turned around and left. "Stop!" The old man said in a deep voice, "Come here." There was an irresistible majesty in his voice. The child lowered his head and walked over obediently, ready to be ridiculed and reprimanded for his overreaching. The old man tapped the ground with a branch: "Who taught you "Bagong Opera"?" The child's face turned red: "No... No one taught me." It really is a game that only experts can play.He wished he could find a hole in the ground. "No one taught you?" The old man narrowed his eyes, looked at the child, then looked at the ground, "...ten... twenty... thirty, thirty one. No one taught you, you walked thirty One step. Ah! Thirty one step!" The old man raised his head and closed his eyes, "The best of them walked twenty-eight steps under my hands. You haven't learned it, but you took thirty steps." The old man opened his eyes, threw away the crutch in his hand, grabbed the child's arms, and said in a trembling voice: "My child, there are many ways to play this game. Are you willing to learn?" Zhong Xiu lost, he looked at the scratches on the stone pier in surprise, then at Han Xin: "You...where did you learn it?" Han Dao: "Does your captain often play this?" Zhongxiu said: "Yes, of course he used chess pieces at that time. Many times he played against himself, because few people can make twenty moves under his hands." Han Dao said: "The most... How many steps did he walk under his hands?" Zhongxiu said: "Twenty-eight steps, Meng Tian took it." The best of them walked twenty-eight steps under me. Coincidence, must be a coincidence. "Your national captain." Han Xin took a deep breath and said, "Speaking... do you have a Daliang accent?" Zhongxiu looked at Han Xin with an expression of enlightenment on his face.He said slowly: "Guowei is from Daliang." Han Xin felt dizzy for a while. what!The name that the master casually said was actually true?Is he really Wei Liao?The hero of the Qin Dynasty, the author of the famous "Wei Liaozi"?No!impossible! Is there anything more absurd than this in the world?He helped the King of Qin---that is, the later Emperor Shihuang to destroy the six kingdoms and unify the world. He had the glory and wealth of being under one person and above ten thousand people, but suddenly left everything behind and wandered among the people alone and lonely. , imparting an astonishing art to a child of humble birth.what is he doingDoesn't he know that those powerful conspiracies and secret schemes are enough to overthrow the empire he created? what!Oath, that strange oath! "Son, you swear to me, in the name of the emperor!" The old man grabbed the boy's shoulders with his withered fingers, stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "Never use everything I taught you, Unless troubled times come." I get it, I get it, it turns out that this is a line of defense set up by the master for the safety of the empire. He suddenly remembered that in the three years of master and apprentice, the master had never given him a smiling face.At that time, he simply but strongly admired his master.This old man who didn't know where he came from brought him a magical and wonderful new world.As soon as he came into contact with these, he felt in a trance that this was what he had been waiting for all his life in this vast world.Compared with this, the childish games of children of the same age have completely lost their appeal to him.He is deeply grateful to his master, eager to learn the esoteric knowledge that his playmates will never understand in their lifetime.The master is the most intelligent and authoritative person in his mind.How much he hopes that his efforts can be recognized by his master --- even a faint compliment, a look of approval.However, he never got it.On the contrary, he noticed that when he saw his rapid progress, there was a trace of vigilant hostility in the master's eyes. There was a twinge in his heart: it turned out that at that time, the master was already wary of him. He understood, but he didn't understand.The master is so afraid of him, so why teach him? "I thought he was just talking," Zhongxiu sighed, stood up, and said softly to himself, "I didn't know that he really did that." Han said: "Mr. Zhong, what did you say?" Zhong Xiu waved his hand, and said in a dejected manner: "It's nothing, some old things have nothing to do with you." Han Dao said, "Mr. Zhong, you know everything, don't you?" Zhongxiu remained silent, and after a while, he walked forward. Han Dao: "Why is this? Mr. Zhong. Your Guowei, why...why did he do this?" Zhongxiu said: "You don't need to know. You kept your promise, and that's enough. The troubled times have come, so go do what you want!" He looked back at the stone pier engraved with "Bagongxi", Looking at Han Xin again, "Do you know? You have already surpassed your master. The Guowei did not choose the wrong person, and you will be famous all over the world. Young man, do it yourself!" After finishing speaking, he walked forward again. Han Xin rushed to Zhongxiu and said, "But why? Mr. Zhong, can you tell me?" Zhong Xiu raised his eyes and glanced coldly at Han Xin, and said, "Are you ordering me?" Han Xin took a few steps back, knelt down, and said sincerely: "No, I am begging you. You are my master's friend, how dare I disrespect you? It's just that if I don't know the reason for this matter, I will never feel at ease. And with the current situation, besides you, who else can I ask?" Zhongxiu sighed, and said: "Get up, there is no need to be like this. In fact, there is nothing I can't tell you, but you won't believe it. If you insist on knowing, then come with me. It's a very long , Very ridiculous story. Go to my house, and I will tell you slowly." The cold wind howling outside, the warmth inside.A pot of millet wine was simmering on the small stove, and the aroma filled the room. Qindi's millet wine is full of strength, one cup of it is like a raging fire rushing down, burning blazingly in the stomach, it is extremely comfortable.Han Xin put down his glass and waited quietly. Zhongxiu took a sip of the wine, pinched the wine glass between his fingers and slowly turned it left and right, but his eyes were only staring blankly at the front. The exquisite Suzaku copper lamp was burning quietly, and the fire light flickered occasionally, causing the surrounding shadows to tremble.Zhongxiu's gaze remained motionless, as if he had already passed through all of this, and arrived at a far, far away place...