nashuaworldcup Chapter 157 The general never removes his golden armor at night; in the dead of night, spears clash,
Chapter 157 The general never removes his golden armor at night; in the dead of night, spears clash,
Xiao Si and Yu Zhanmo originally thought that Qu Youjiu had disappeared from their lives. Unexpectedly, he had actually gone to conduct a business transaction, made a fortune, and then found the two of them again.
As he savored the three delicacies prepared by Xiao Si, despite being tired from the journey and not being able to eat much oily food, he still praised it highly.
Yu Zhanmo, though a man of few words, was not stupid. He specially added a vegetable and tofu soup for Xiao Jiu.
After Xiao Jiu finished eating, he began to enjoy the wine with his experiences. The stories he shared were basically consistent with the content of the history books that Xiao Si had read.
"It was in 701 AD, which was the first year of the Chang'an era."
I was born in Changlong County, Mianzhou, Shujun back then!
Some people are very quick to spread rumors, saying that I was actually born in Suyab in the far west of the Central Plains—that my father was doing some kind of "round-the-world relocation" back then, and stayed in Tokmok, Kyrgyzstan for a few years, but found it too far and too cold, so he simply took the whole family "back" to Sichuan, and finally settled down in Qinglian Township, Changlong County, Mianzhou…
Where exactly is your hometown?
"Yes, it's Chengji County in Longxi Prefecture—which is now near Qin'an County in Tianshui City, Gansu Province."
As for my family background, well, that's practically a mystery, much like a suspense drama set in the Tang Dynasty.
My dad is a fast runner, and our ancestors were fast runners too, but not in the derogatory sense of "opportunistic." However, what can we do when our family has an innate spirit of "going with the flow"?
In the blink of an eye, it was 705 AD, the eleventh month of the first year of the Shenlong era, and Wu Zetian passed away.
"That's right—with her passing, the entire Tang Dynasty seemed to have a completely different brain!"
"Yes, I was only 5 years old then, just learning to walk on my own, and my life was just beginning."
Who knew that from that year onward, it wasn't that I was determined to study hard—after all, "to get ahead, you have to study well first!"—but rather that I was forced by circumstances.
"Could it be that you really were 'reciting the Six Classics at five and reading the works of a hundred schools of thought at ten'?"
“That’s right, I mentioned it myself in my letter to Prefect Pei of Anzhou. Liujia—this was a literacy textbook for elementary school students in the Tang Dynasty.”
Xiao Si: "I can imagine that at that time, a five-year-old child could recite the sexagenary cycle by heart, and a ten-year-old could read the works of the philosophers. That already shows that you are exceptionally gifted!"
"Yes, I have learned a lot about history. I always keep books by my bedside and write poems and essays tirelessly. Time flies, and by 715 AD, I was already a 15-year-old boy!"
By then, I had already written quite a few poems and essays, and had even received praise from some celebrities in society.
The saying "riding the wave of success and making a name for oneself" is nothing more than this.
Like the "internet celebrity poet" of the Tang Dynasty, whenever people mention me, they say, "Wow, this kid is a superstar with unlimited potential!"
I remain humble and unperturbed, still passionate about swordsmanship and chivalrous deeds, yet I am unaware that I am drifting further and further away from worldly success…
"That kind of success is just a fleeting fame; Li Bai is the immortal poet for all time."
"Oh, by the way, Cen Shen was also born in this year!"
"Have you not seen the snowy sea of Zoumachuan, where the vast yellow sand stretches to the sky!" Yu Zhanmo blurted out.
"Yes, that great talent who wrote 'Walking Through the Horse River to Send Off General Feng on His Western Expedition'! It's truly fate that we're separated by fifteen years, yet we write poetry and play with swords, practically fighting side by side."
Three years later, in 718 AD, I will be 18 years old!
That year, I suddenly had a "grand plan" and decided to live in seclusion in the Daitian Dakuang Mountain—you heard me right, that is today's Jiangyou City, Sichuan Province!
The scenery here is absolutely breathtaking; it's practically the ideal place for "seclusion and spiritual cultivation."
In order to concentrate on my studies, I not only spent time in the mountains, but also traveled all over Jiangyou, Jiange, Zizhou and other places, making me a true enthusiast of "deep independent travel in the Tang Dynasty".
Xiao Si said, "Brother Pudding is so lucky to be able to immerse himself in these places."
"It truly is a refueling station in life, broadening my horizons and experiences, helping me understand the coldness and warmth of human relationships, and realizing that life is not just about poetry and distant places, but also a bunch of labeled and defined 'things' and 'troubles'..."
Xiao Si added:
"So you began to display your top talents in various places and embarked on the path of 'literary elegance'!"
I also picked up some martial arts skills, thinking that if I ever can't write poetry anymore, at least I can use my swordsmanship to make a 'check-in' video, and all sorts of 'chivalrous spirit and tender feelings' will win me over!
However, who knew that one of your sword techniques that year would attract a mysterious person…
Before he finished speaking, the air in the room suddenly became heavy for a moment.
Both Qu Youjiu and Yu Zhanmo unconsciously stopped what they were doing, seemingly waiting for what would happen next...