To teach people how to practice sword, he is at least a great sword God. Although he is not a real direct disciple, he teaches people how to practice sword hand in hand. He always wants to practice a famous sword God.
Sword cultivation has the strongest killing power. You can''t have no heart to kill.
Ling Yun''s killing heart is very heavy, but it''s been suppressed for ten years. Give him some more time. After his sword spirit enters the room, let it go for three years. If Ling Yun''s savvy is enough at that time, he can be regarded as entering the door all the way. In the future, it depends on his personal nature.
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This kind of oppressive feeling like heaven is slowly disappearing. The woman of tingyuezong has just come back to her senses. She is sweating, but Lingyun doesn''t feel it. However, she hears the woman of tingyuezong coldly say: "since you want to mind your own business, it''s the cause and effect between you and me."
"Since you dare to threaten me with this pair of mother and son, it is the cause and effect between me and tingyuezong."
Ling Yun''s sense of friars is the lowest. If such friars are killed, they will be killed. It''s also a curse to stay more. Today is still good. In the past, if she said one or two bad words to her, wouldn''t she kill them?
There are thousands of creatures in the world. No one is born to die, and no one is not!
The young swordsman apologized to Ling Yun. In fact, the style of Kyushu swordsman was excellent, because there was no other heart to practice swordsmanship. He only wanted to reach the top of kendo, not against his heart. Once his heart went wrong, Kendo would have come to an end, and there was no possibility of going up the stairs!
Although he forcibly occupied the grass-roots mother and son''s room, he could admit his own mistakes. If the sword was made, it would be the easiest to break through the situation.
The woman of tingyuezong took a deep look at Ling Yun. It seems that the origin of this Confucian scholar is not so simple. Now there are many treasures on the sea, and there are so many friars here that they can''t be taken lightly.
He Zhang said faintly: "enough of the excitement. I also advise you that I can''t control what you want to do, but if you want to destroy ordinary mortals wantonly, don''t blame me for being merciless. I''ll never be allowed to enter the territory of Zhao and Song Dynasties, and then go to Jixia Academy to complain. It''s all based on the Confucian rules. You can do what you want!"
There are many Confucian rules, but most of them don''t kill people. But if a monk kills ordinary people at will, it must be heaven and earth, and you will be brought to justice, and your soul will be destroyed!
At the beginning, there were some monks who didn''t believe in evil and practiced evil ways and skills with ordinary people as sacrifice. At last, they were defeated by the Confucianists and never left any real spirit.
There is no more cruel person in the world than a scholar!
He Zhang left his soldiers to guard outside the inn. Soon after, a large number of soldiers from Liangcheng barracks were stationed around the city to prevent accidents.
Ling Yun goes to the Yamen and asks he Zhang to take care of the seven female ghosts in the old house so as not to be killed for no reason.
Monks never ask much about ghosts and ghosts, just fight and kill them directly.
After getting the title deed of the old house from he Zhang, Ling Yun went back to his room and began to read the clues given to him by the man in black. There were three places for recommendation in Liangcheng.
One is Liangcheng, who has been a businessman for generations, and the next son of the Yu family. He has no bad deeds. He is a Confucian student, has a scholar''s reputation, and is open-minded and cheerful. He likes to make friends. The letter specially mentioned that he always had a bad heart for the case of King Ling, and intended to rise step by step in his official career, overturn the case for King Ling, and make friends for the Lingjia plain, It''s integrity.
The other is Song Jiang, the eldest son of the uncle of Dayu County Yamen''s parents in Liangcheng, who is famous for bullying men and women by virtue of his cousin''s official position in Dayu. It''s ridiculous that he Zhang can''t find evidence to bring him to justice.
He drew a cross on the name of Song Jiang.
The last one is also a Confucian scholar, Fang Chao. He was born in a poor family and had a scholar''s reputation. But he was thoughtful and never showed his own ideas. However, he was filial and got the scholar''s reputation. Every month, he received subsidies from the Zhao and Song Dynasties and Jixia Academy. He sent them home in full, leaving only his own meal money.
However, Ling Yun is a little curious. Why does Fang Chao have such talent? As long as he is willing to enter the official career and rise step by step, it is a matter of certainty. But why does he need such a recommendation quota?
Ling Yun marked the word "temporarily waiting" under the names of the rest of his life and Fang Chao. Now everything is ready. It''s time to blow the east wind by himself!
What about the friars in the city? Ling Yun doesn''t care about it now. Apart from the five hundred taels of gold he bought for the Liangcheng magistrate, he still has five hundred taels of gold left.
The five hundred taels of gold need to be fully utilized.
In order to settle those beggars well, accommodation and food are essential. These days, Lingyun travels around the corner of Liangcheng, recording the number of beggars. There are about 1000 beggars, including some money making tools thrown by those who walk in the dark corner of Liangcheng. Thinking of this, Lingyun knocks his head again.
These mice hidden in the sewer also need to be dealt with. Put them here first, and then try to find a way.
Nearly a thousand people, this is not a small number, and the later management and so on, are extremely troublesome things. Ling Yun rubbed his eyebrows, originally intended to let the seven resentment spirits take care of them, but now there are more and more friars in the city, so he has to be careful not to hurt them.
"This matter is about to start now, but we have to find someone who can be trusted," Ling Yun said, focusing on the name of the rest of his life. "That''s you."
Of course, Ling Yun didn''t rush to find the rest of his life. Instead, he bought a group of furniture and workers to help carry, take care of and renovate the old house. Let the grass-roots mother and son live in it first.
Because he gives a lot of money, and his wages are paid every day, so he will never be in arrears. Ling Yun will take advantage of his spare time to buy some snacks for the workers and bring them back to his family. Such kind-hearted people are much less in the world now.
Therefore, under the premise that the employers are rich and the people are good, the workers are working harder and harder to renovate the old house without any mistakes. It took nearly ten days to renovate the old house. The wages cost Lingyun about ten taels of gold, plus the money for furniture and so on. Fifty taels of gold have been used up.
Cuihua, the grass-roots mother, is a woman who has suffered a lot. On the first day she moved in, she cleaned the house. All rural women can cook some food. Ling Yun also taught some dishes himself. Cuihua also studied very carefully. When she was preparing to meet with the rest of her life, Ling Yun began to choose beggars who can endure hardships and be honest, But he just let them live in the house which is still renovated. In addition to teaching the grassroots to read and read every day, he would also go to talk with the beggars.
He is not a good man. He can''t give them food and shelter for nothing.
Give them a place to settle down. Of course, they have to help with the renovation. Even if it''s the money for their accommodation, three meals a day are free. After that, there will be other things. Ling Yun will naturally arrange them in person.
Things are trivial and many, but Lingyun is in good order, not in a mess.
On the tenth day of moving here, that is, one month after Ling Yun came to Liangcheng, he changed into a green Confucian shirt and walked towards the living brothels in Liangcheng. The literati and poets all had the elegant taste of drinking in brothels. Of course, some vulgar people like to have a spring night. But most of them are clean.
For the rest of his life, he also likes to come to the brothel. He just listens to Qu''er''s drinking and talks with his friends at most. He doesn''t do anything else. In Ling Yun''s opinion, this kind of people are the most natural and unrestrained. They have their own favorite things and can adapt to various occasions, but they also have their own bottom line.
As the saying goes, this kind of person is "talk to others, talk to the devil", very popular.
He was a green scholar with a sword hanging on his right waist. He had a great bearing. At first sight, he was a rich young master. The bustard said, "this young master..."
Ling Yun immediately interrupted the procuress, "drink, eat vegetables, listen to music, no other requirements."
The procuress doesn''t mind either. It''s the guest''s own intention to come here "to eat meat" or "to eat vegetarian". As for her, just collect money.
The brothel is called Qiuhua garden. It is built near the river. It has a good view by the river. Liangcheng is warm and cool all the year round, and the scenery is pleasant. On the river, it is the spring and Autumn period. It''s very charming.
"Is there a room near the cool river?"
Ling Yun asked. What he liked most for the rest of his life was the room near the cool river.
The procuress nodded and said with a smile, "yes," she turned and cried, "Chunhua, take this young man to forget Heju."
Ling Yun threw out ten liang of silver at random. On the surface, it was light hearted, but in his heart, it was extremely painful. Ten liang of silver would be enough for him to eat a lot of sugar gourd and invite a lot of workers.
The procuress took the money, but he kept it quietly. Ten taels of silver was not a small number, but he had not seen a big spender, so he was not very excited. He was only a little happy.
Spring flower is a little shy girl, "young master, please."
Ling Yun walked into the forgetful River House and said to Chunhua, "I heard that the cool autumn wine in Qiuhua garden is fresh in the mouth and hot in summer. It''s very magical that you can meet the four seasons in your stomach. You can bring me two pots of wine and vegetables, and then add some wine and vegetables." after a pause, Ling Yun continued, "this is the first time I''ve been here. I don''t know which girl here has a good talk. The waiter is free, If you ask her to come here, it''s a reward for you. "
Ling Yun really came here for the first time. He didn''t tell him the rules inside. Instead, Mr. drunkard told him a lot of ways to visit the brothel. However, when Ling Yun fell asleep, he heard the sentence, "women in the brothel, you should remember to give more money to do business.".
Ling Yun remembers this.
Sure enough, it''s the common people''s saying that the human Treasury is a gambling house and a brothel.
Ling Yun has deep experience at the moment!
However, the efficiency here is still very fast. The dishes and drinks will come up soon. In fact, most people here come here not for women, but for drinking. There are very few dishes to eat. The drinks are always available, so it''s very fast to come up. There are few dishes to eat, so it''s very fast to make.
But Ling Yun wanted to listen to the music, but it was a little slower. Chunhua stayed here to pour wine for Ling Yun. Ling Yun remembered that he always wanted something to hold for the rest of his life. He asked, "do you know any girl who is good at playing the piano?"
"Yes, if I''m free, I''ll bring sister Caiwei?" Asked Chunhua.
Ling Yun nodded and said, "I''ve heard that in this brothel, disputes often arise because of women. If someone else wants to pick Wei, don''t make her embarrassed."
When Chunhua went out, Ling Yun suddenly said, "if you really don''t have time, you can bring a seven stringed piano. It''s my rent."
"All right."
Spring flower said with a smile.
This young man is interesting. Other men come here just to listen to the music played by women. He is good. Since no one comes, he will play by himself. However, many women like this kind of man who is considerate, considerate, beautiful and mild. It''s sad to come here.
Ling Yun didn''t come here because of something sad, but after he came here, he was really sad and loved money.
To Ling Yun''s surprise, Chunhua came with Qin in her arms, and no one else came with her.
Ling Yun motioned to Chunhua to put down the piano. He didn''t know where he was for the rest of his life. Moreover, people who came to listen to qur''er were much quieter than those who were looking for pleasure outside. While adjusting the strings, Ling Yun asked, "Chunhua, do you still have a sister or her name is Qiuyue?"
"How do you know?" Spring flower asked in surprise.
Ling Yun secretly rolled a white eye, spring flowers autumn moon, guess the chant, but words can''t say so, "I listen to others say."
"Oh, I see. My sister is one of the top three of qiuhualou piano art school. It''s normal for you to hear about it." Spring flower nods to say, the appearance is a little delicate and simple.
Ling Yun had an idea and said gently, "then you can play some piano music?"
"Hey, yes, but not as powerful as my sister." Spring flower embarrassed said.
After thinking about it, Ling Yun said, "I''ve got a piece of music I''ve created. Listen to it and see if it sounds good."
Spring flower nods like a chicken pecking rice. This young man is really interesting.
The so-called "heart and soul of the Qin" and "sword" are naturally fond of Qin music. In those years, he learned some of them, but his technique was a little unfamiliar, so he warmed his hands first.
What alcoholic neighbors like most about Ling Yun is not his talent for sword training, but his concentration. Once Ling Yun really wants to do something, he can learn and understand it very quickly, so he can''t reach the essence in a short time, but he can do it with his shape.
Moreover, Ling Yun didn''t intend to play it by himself. It''s just for various reasons that he had to try it out. But the good news is that he knows it''s actually good, but it''s not very good for him to play it. Since sister Chunhua Qiuyue can play it correctly, as long as she learns it, it''s not a big problem.
After calming down, Ling Yun began to play piano music. At the beginning, he made a lot of mistakes. Passers-by could not help laughing and said, "I don''t know who is playing. This level is OK. Only people with any taste can listen to it."
I can''t even listen to the spring flowers. It''s too dirty.
Because Ling Yun is easygoing, so she has the courage to say: "childe, your music is really a little..."
Ling Yun embarrassed smile, "I just a few years ago, half of my husband had to let me learn piano, I just learned a little, he himself will not, I can only rummage through the book, try, I try again."
The quality of cultivation represents the root of a person and whether the foundation of cultivation is good or bad. It doesn''t mean the level of a person''s intelligence. Ling Yun is very smart, but the quality of cultivation is not good.
He is very quick to learn one thing with his heart. Half a pillar of incense is as good as a model. After a stick of incense, the timbre has gradually come to the ear.
He stopped, because he heard the footsteps outside, with a bitter smile, stood up, opened the door, and stood in front of three young men and women. Without waiting for each other to speak, Ling Yun said apologetically: "I''m new to the piano, and the music is terrible. Please don''t blame me for disturbing you."
It''s not right for people to apologize first and then say a few words. Moreover, they are also Confucian students according to their dress. In the final analysis, they are all people in the same vein, so it''s hard to blame them.
But the man standing behind couldn''t help laughing and said, "brother, you look like you''ve come here to have some fun. How can you play it by yourself? It''s a little unique."
Ling Yun had to smile bitterly, but now he was familiar with it, but he didn''t think it would be any more difficult. He arched his hand and said, "I''m a little boring. You guys are proficient in piano skills. Why don''t you come in and have a drink and give me some advice."
He''s really young. He''s only 16 years old now. He only practices sword all the year round. He looks taller than his peers. It''s also passed down from his mother. His adoptive father said that his mother is very tall, and his father is tall. He even needs to be short in front of his mother. In those days, many of their old brothers talked about this after dinner.
"If you don''t mind our poisonous words, brother, we are not polite. We scholars are much more ruthless than others when we scold people without swearing." Finally, the young man said, but also in a joking tone. Some people feel very comfortable when they meet for the first time and are willing to say more.
People who can make people feel good about themselves are not so bad. Even if they are pretending, they are extremely successful.
Chunhua brought these six people in. The first one was a good drinker. When he saw the cool autumn wine on the table, his eyes lit up. He said to the last one who came in, "Xiaoyu, we''re knocking on the right door this time. Two pots of cool autumn wine." he looked at Lingyun again, and he was about to let out a harp. "If you want me to take these two pots of wine, what else can I play, I''ve been rewarded for a long time
Lingyun is not a good drinker, but Mr. drunkard said that Jianxiu had to drink. He only drank a little occasionally. In fact, it was not much. "If you like it, you can drink it."
"Generous!"
"Still heartache!" Ling Yun said in his heart.
But he has just determined that the last one should be the purpose of his trip tonight, the rest of his life!
When Ling Yun sat down, he began to play the piano. Compared with before, his technique has indeed improved a lot, but it is slightly astringent. With his gradual adaptation, the music becomes more and more pleasant.
Ling Yun is getting better and better. He is intoxicated with it and has no external things in his heart.
He wrote this song just to remember his father and adoptive father in previous years. His passion is high, like the sound of gold and jade, clear and sweet.
Then the nine families were killed in lingwangfu, and the hero came to an end!
It is like the cry of a dragon in the abyss, like the cry of a phoenix in the sky.
Then there are all kinds of tastes in the world, all kinds of ups and downs, which make people feel that the world is not worth it.
After that, the sound of the zither becomes more and more exciting. It''s like turning a cocoon into a butterfly. The sky is high and the sky is wide. Let''s see my wings fly high!
Then the sound of the piano stops suddenly, and Ling Yun rises like thunder and waves. For the rest of his life, the women around him come to Ling Yun and sit down to play the piano. With one hand, Ling Yun''s heroic spirit bursts out. For the rest of his life, Ling Yun plays the sword and sings
There are dragons in the abyss, swimming in the shallows, helpless;
There are no Phoenix, no winged Phoenix, and a mourning of Wutong.
Ask God what he wants, and blame others for their mistakes.
Ling Yun''s sword is sonorous and powerful, and her Qi is powerful. The woman is skillful in playing the piano. With Ling Yun''s sword playing, she gradually rises high, like a dragon to the sea and a phoenix to the sky. All living beings and all living creatures here are free and proud.
"The white jade capital in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor, wait for me to walk in the clouds, then go up the stairs, then go up the stairs!"
When the sword stops, so does the woman!
After that, Ling Yun played the sword again, but it was much calmer. When he played with Qin Yin, it was the four seasons of the year, spring flowers and Autumn Moon, cool wind in summer and cold snow in winter. The mountains and rivers in the world were the best. Let me have a look more.
At the end of the song, all people are silent and can''t recall the artistic conception for a long time, which has contained people''s past and present lives in the song.
If it is true that life is full of forms, it is full of tastes.
He was the best drinker. He held his glass, but he didn''t come back. After a long time, he said, "brother, did you want to cheat me to come to the bar?"
Originally, everyone was still in the mood of this song, and there was a aftertaste. When he said this, he couldn''t help laughing and scolding. The rest of his life asked, "brother, I can''t understand the meaning of the last paragraph. It''s really hard to agree with the previous one."
Ling Yun is also a sudden whim. Although this song was composed by himself, the latter half of the audience would not be able to achieve this artistic conception if it was not for the women around him. Ling Yun spoke out his feelings and bowed deeply to the women. "I thought Qin music was a small way, but today I know that there are 3000 roads and 30000 roads in the world, We can see immortality from Tao
"What a world! There are three thousand roads and thirty thousand roads. You can see the eternal life of the road!" The best drinkers are the ones who praise.
The rest of his life asked gently, "brother, can you help me
Ling Yun raised his head a little and thought of his husband, his hatred, and the dispute with the monks not long ago. If all the monks in the world thought this way, Ling Yun also had an idea and said in a soft voice, "I''d like to make a life for the people in the world, teach the monks not to disturb the common customs, teach all the living beings, and those who live a short life for a hundred years can also see eternal life and the four seasons are safe."
There was once a gentleman in Confucianism who said: to set up a mind for heaven and earth, to set up a life for the people, to carry on the unique learning to the saints, and to open peace for all the world.
"What a life for the people!"
The best drinker gave himself an excuse to have a drink, but for the rest of his life, he invited the woman to come, and Ling Yun also sat down. Although the artistic conception in front of him is easy to understand, how could Ling Yun have such an experience? Some things, if you can''t empathize with others, show up, after all, it''s bad meaning.
Ling Yun doesn''t take the initiative to talk about the music in front of him, and they won''t ask, but it''s the same age. If we chat more, we''ll be familiar with it.
Chunhua said in a low voice, "young master, didn''t you say that you just learned to play the piano?"
Ling Yun nodded, "plus today, it''s only half a month and an hour."
"Hey, Brother Yun, you are not modest. Who do you coax for half a month and an hour?" The best drinker is called Fugui. His family is also engaged in business. However, his mind is worse than that of the rest of his life, but he is forthright and unpretentious.
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and those who can become friends with others for the rest of their lives will not be much worse in character.
"Do you know how long Caiwei has been learning piano?" Wang Qian, another friend of the rest of his life, pointed to the woman beside him and asked.
In fact, Chunhua wanted to shout out for a long time, but she was always winked by Wang Qian and asked her not to speak. She didn''t know what it meant.
"I''ve heard of Caiwei''s name for a long time. It will take me at least half a year to have such attainments?"
If it wasn''t for Ling Yun''s sincere attitude, Wang Qian would like to call him a big mouth. Are you praising or swearing?
Caiwei says helplessly: "to tell you the truth, Caiwei has been learning piano for 13 years since she was five years old." looking at Lingyun''s unbelievable eyes, she stares at Lingyun without coquetry, and then says for Lingyun, "Lingyun has really been learning piano for a long time. You can really see from his technique and the bad music before."
"How long did it take you to cultivate Haoran Qi?" Asked the rest of his life.
Ling Yun said: "it''s nearly a year since I was a child. It''s about nine years."
Richness rolled his eyes and sighed, "are you all evil?" He didn''t study hard, and his mind was more on playing, so it was difficult for him to cultivate the noble spirit.
As for Wang Qian, his father was a general, so he was naturally infected with the habits of the army. He took the path of military cultivation and studied, but his ambition was not to seek fame and fame, but to cultivate his character and knowledge.
For the rest of his life, he was a scholar. He was also a scholar since he was a child. He was not as good as Ling Yun. But for the rest of his life, he was also an outstanding scholar of the Confucian School of Zhao and Song dynasties.