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The Imperial Tutor
Few people in the palace know that the young emperor, Liu Bian, was raised in the Yinyuan Pavilion and studied alongside the King of Guangling. Liu Bian rarely mentioned this, let alone let the world know that he had studied magic. The palace still arranges for him to be taught by a tutor, teaching him how to handle court affairs and how to take on the rule of the world.
Some say that the Son of Heaven is difficult to teach, that he is stubborn and leaves angrily with bamboo slips in hand. However, the person who angers the tutor is sitting by the window, swinging his legs against the window sill, waiting for the King of Guangling to come and have dinner together.
Liu Bian Looking at the sky, anyone dares to call themselves the Imperial Teacher, but the one truly worthy of the title should be the one deep in the mountains.
Today is a rare sunny day, with the deep blue sky dotted with wandering clouds. Liu Bian thinks that only Zuo Ci can be the Imperial Teacher, but the master is always in the deep mountains, making it difficult to visit.
Every year, there is a day when Liu Bian and Guangling King linger at the foot of the mountain, but they never see the master again. It may be irrelevant, it may be blame, but not being able to meet face to face leaves them with no way to investigate.
When he was young, Liu Bian diligently practiced early in front of the Three Pure Ones statue, with Zuo Ci standing silently by his side like a towering and tranquil snow-capped mountain, his snow-white hair hanging down as he brushed the dust off Liu Bian's shoulders. Zuo Ci said, "The Han Son of Heaven is destined to be the Master of the Land."
Liu Bian's pen paused. This land, this ancestral temple, this priceless imperial seal, all felt too heavy for him to bear. He felt unworthy of the world. His master was the most godlike person, and indeed should not be tainted by the dust of the mortal world.
Nickname or mundane matters, don't bother him anymore.
4. dragon vein
In a person's life, there flows an invisible river, holding up a broken spine, silently gazing at the pale sky, while a skylark knocks on my window, tears rolling down from my eyes. This is a powerless night, with noisy sounds accompanying the cicadas' chirping, and loud clouds rolling out on the horizon, it's a powerless morning. I raise my hand but can't find the beginning or end of the window, the cold air invades my whole body, I retract my hand, squinting and muttering to myself, "Our whole life is about endurance, this is a sorrowful..." A sorrowful what? I don't know, the unfinished words dissolve in the hungry stomach, the ringing in my ears never stops, more like someone is shouting something at me through an impenetrable barrier.
I said it again, I heard it. What did I hear? I don't know. Three words carry doubt and also carry the answer, which has been the thread running through my failed life. As long as I say I don't know, I can rightfully play dumb.
The backbone of the Young Emperor cannot support this dragon vein.
5. When I was young at Yinyuan Pavilion, Guangling King was clumsy and couldn't tell the difference between Xiang Xuelan and Japanese apricot... Unable to argue, they resorted to physical confrontation. At that time, Liu Bian was not the Son of Heaven Crown Prince, changing names and identities boldly, twisting the flower branches, and finally both were driven by the master to kneel in front of the Sanqing statue.
Xiang Xuelan is very fragrant, with snow-white petals clinging to her hair. When Liu Bian reached out to pick it, his wrist was grabbed, and bright eyes stared at him. Then, after several years, the person in front of him overlapped with the present. Liu Bian suddenly laughed.
Laughing, he said, "Alright, let Guangling King pair me with the Xiang Xuelan."
6. Tai Chi
When he was young, at the master's mountain, he practiced Tai Chi every morning with his fellow disciples on the misty palace platform. Guangling King was always very serious in everything he did, following the leading senior brother's every move.
When she turned around and her high ponytail swayed, jumping in front of my eyes, the thin, lingering mist blurred her figure. After half an hour of practice, the senior brother asked us to take a break. I called for a drink of water, but she shook her head and continued practicing with the weak disciples. Not everyone in the mountains knows the true relationship between me and the Guangling King, but some bold junior brothers would nudge me with their elbows and say, "You have a good relationship with the Guangling King."
I am a disciple under the tutelage of Guangling King. Originally, I didn't need to practice with the others, but since our master is always in seclusion, he has included us among the others. Every time he comes out of seclusion, he calls for me and Guangling King, and shares many insights on cultivation and the state of the world. He tells us that this world is a dog-eat-dog world. At that time, I thought to myself, I must stay at Yinyuan Pavilion for a long, long time, stay by Guangling King and Master Shi Jun's side, and never leave.
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