bullyxtreme Chapter 169 Jiang Taigong Fishing
Chapter 169 Jiang Taigong Fishing
The afterglow of the setting sun fills the earth, like golden silk gently spread out.
In this scene, a carriage quietly and silently entered Xiqi territory.
Sitting in the car was Ji Chang, the King of Xibo. He was wearing a dark purple robe and his face was calm and majestic.
Sitting next to him was an elegant middle-aged man, that was San Yisheng.
San Yisheng slightly lifted a corner of the car curtain, and his eyes passed through the narrow gap, scanning the scenery outside the car.
"Driver, where are we now?"
San Yisheng asked softly, his voice revealing his concern for the itinerary.
The driver was an experienced old man. He held the reins firmly in his hands and looked ahead with a firm gaze.
Hearing San Yisheng's question, he turned around, bowed slightly and replied:
"Reporting to the Lord, we have entered the territory of Xiqi, and our city is not far ahead."
San Yisheng nodded, lowered the curtain, turned to Ji Chang and said:
"My Lord, after a long journey, we have returned to Xiqi."
Upon hearing this, Ji Chang nodded slightly, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he saw his hometown after a long absence, and his heart was filled with joy and anticipation.
However, this excitement was soon overshadowed by a hint of sadness.
Ji Chang sighed deeply, his voice sounding a bit heavy:
"Yes, I am back. But I can't calm down."
"Although I can set foot on this land again, my son Bo Yikao will stay in the distant city of Chaoge forever."
At this point, tears welled up in Ji Chang's eyes and his voice became a little choked.
Seeing this, San Yisheng couldn't help feeling sad. He thought of himself going to Chaoge City with the eldest son Bo Yikao.
Who could have thought that the eldest son Bo Yikao actually hanged himself in Chaoge City.
He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then said softly:
"My Lord, please don't be too sad. The dead are gone, and the living are like this. Is the eldest son watching over you and protecting you in heaven?"
When Ji Chang heard San Yisheng's words, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
Then, he gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"You are right. My son Bo Yikao is still waiting for me to avenge him. I cannot let grief overwhelm me."
San Yisheng felt relieved to see Ji Chang regain his spirits.
He knew that what he said had worked, so he continued to encourage in a more resolute tone:
"My Lord, you still have the second son, Ji Fa. He has inherited your wisdom and courage and will surely be able to share the heavy responsibility with you."
"Besides that, you have the entire Ji family. They are connected to you by blood and protect this land together."
"More importantly, the people of Xiqi look to you as their support and hope. You cannot let them lose their direction because of your own sorrow."
After a pause, San Yisheng continued:
"For these people, you must also mourn and take care of yourself. Because you are not only their leader, but also their spiritual pillar."
"Every decision you make affects the fate of countless people. Only when you are strong can they feel hope and strength."
San Yisheng's words moistened Ji Chang's heart like drizzle, making him more determined in his belief.
He took a deep breath, as if to absorb the power into his body.
Then, Ji Chang nodded slowly, his voice full of determination and perseverance:
"You are right. I cannot let everyone down because of my own sadness. I must forge ahead for them and for the future of Xiqi."
After saying this, Ji Chang's eyes flashed with determination.
He knew that he still had a lot to do and he must not let this little thing weigh him down.
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In the afterglow of dusk, the carriage slowly moved forward along the winding path beside the Wei River.
The wheels rolled over the soft soil, making a rustling sound, which intertwined with the gurgling sound of the Wei River lapping against the river bank, creating a tranquil and profound atmosphere.
At this moment, a melodious mountain song floated from afar. The song penetrated the tranquility of the evening and reached Ji Chang's ears.
He opened his eyes slightly and looked through the gap in the car window at the water surface illuminated by the setting sun. The golden waves swayed in the breeze.
The lyrics float in the air like the sound of nature:
"The clear water flows in the sunshine, and Taigong fishes leisurely.
A straight hook with no bait and no desire, just wait for the fish to swim freely.
The affairs of the world are as complicated as flowing water, and a raincoat and mist are allowed to drift.
Taigong watched the affairs of the world with a smile, and quietly comprehended the profound principles of heaven and earth. "
Ji Chang was immersed in the melodious folk song, and the artistic conception of the lyrics flowed slowly into his heart like a trickle of water.
He closed his eyes slightly, as if he could see a white-haired old man sitting quietly by the Wei River, fishing with a straight hook in his hand.
There was no bait on the straight hook, but Taigong looked relaxed and contented, as if everything was under control.
Ji Chang was deeply attracted by this extraordinary gesture and murmured to himself:
"Tai Gong fishes with a fishhook, but it is a straight hook and there is no bait. This unique method makes me think about the deep meaning behind it."
"Why is he so confident and able to face the various aspects of life with a smile? It must be because he has the wisdom and mind to see through everything."
San Yisheng, who was standing by, listened to Ji Chang's admiration for the folk song, and a hint of curiosity and thought flashed in his eyes.
He turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on Ji Chang's pensive face, and ripples appeared in his heart.
Then, San Yisheng bowed and said respectfully:
"My Lord, since you are so interested in this song, I will go down and look for it to see if I can find the author of the song."
Ji Chang heard this, and a glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes. He nodded slightly in response to San Yisheng's words.
After getting Ji Chang's permission, San Yisheng turned around and left the carriage, walking towards the direction where the folk song came from.
After a while, San Yisheng walked down the mountain road and followed the direction where the singing came from, passing through a dense forest.
Finally we arrived at an open river beach.
On the river bank, several fishermen were sitting together, their faces filled with smiles of satisfaction and joy.
San Yisheng walked briskly and came to the group of fishermen.
He was dressed in a long robe and had an elegant temperament, which formed a sharp contrast with the rough appearance of the fishermen.
San Yisheng bowed to the fishermen and asked with a smile:
"Everyone, I just heard a beautiful folk song, the lyrics are profound and the artistic conception is far-reaching. May I ask which of you sang that folk song just now?"
The fishermen all raised their heads and looked at the uninvited guest curiously.
One of the fishermen, who had a kind face and white hair and beard, smiled and replied:
"Oh, that folk song, we sang it together. But the lyrics were not written by us, but by Jiang Taigong."
Upon hearing this, San Yisheng's eyes flashed with surprise, and he continued to ask:
"Jiang Taigong? May I ask who this Taigong is?"
The fishermen smiled at each other and kept silent. Finally, the fisherman with white hair and beard explained:
"Jiang Taigong is the old man we are talking about. Since he came to the Wei River, he would come here every day, rain or shine, and sit quietly by the river to fish."
"Oh? Do you come here every day?"
San Yisheng couldn't help but be a little surprised, and then asked curiously, "How many fish did he catch?"
The fishermen smiled at each other and shook their heads to indicate that they had not seen Jiang Taigong catch any fish.
The white-haired fisherman continued:
"It's strange that he fishes with a straight hook and never uses bait."
"We were curious at first, so we went up to him and asked him. Guess what he said?"
San Yisheng was very interested in the fisherman's words. He shook his head, indicating that he could not guess.
The fisherman stroked his beard and said slowly:
"He said that the fish he caught were not the fish in the river, but the fish that 'willingly take the bait'."
"We didn't understand what he said at the time. We just thought this old man was really strange."
When San Yisheng heard this, a gleam of admiration flashed in his eyes.
He took a deep breath, as if he could feel Jiang Taigong's extraordinary and unworldly temperament.
After thanking the fishermen, San Yisheng turned and left, and told Ji Chang everything he had heard.
After hearing this, Ji Chang's eyes sparkled with admiration.
He sighed, "Although this Jiang Taigong is far away from the mortal world, he is a man of great wisdom. He is really rare."
Therefore, Ji Chang took San Yi to visit the place where Jiang Taigong fished.