It was noon one day, and a head suddenly appeared from the end of a quiet mountain path in the hot sun. A man was coming from the west. He looked like a scholar and was young. He looked absent-minded, his eyes were dark, and his eyes were full of blood. It seemed that he had not rested for several days.
Although his whole body looks extremely embarrassed, the discerning people can also see that his clothes are all high quality brocade and silk clothes, but they can't see clearly until they are covered with a lot of mud. He also has a bundle on his shoulder, and looks hurried.
The man ran hurriedly on the mountain road. After running for a few steps, he looked back, as if something that frightened him was chasing him. But behind him was still the mountain road. Here the mountain was connected to the mountain, and the road was surrounded by the road. There was no other person at all. He gasped and touched the sweat on his head. He looked up at the poisonous sun, which was more dazzling today, At this time, he was hungry, thirsty and tired. As soon as his eyes touched the dazzling sunshine, his whites turned and he fainted.
I don't know when or how many days later, the scholar moved his fingers, gradually regained some consciousness, and wanted to get up. It took a lot of effort to finally sit up. After looking at the sky, or the piercing sun, he was still on the mountain path. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and looked around vigilantly. There was no officer or soldier chasing him around, Just a woodcutter who was tired of collecting firewood sat on a big stone beside the mountain road to rest.
He looked at the woodcutter, who ate a sweet cane as if he had not seen him.
The scholar picked up his bundle and patted the dirt off his body. I don't know how long he had been unconscious, but he was also hungry. He climbed to another big stone beside the mountain road, opened the bundle and took out dry food and water bags to satisfy his hunger. A piece of pancake as big as the mouth of the bowl was hard as a stone, but after a while, he ate all the pancakes, took out another one, and was about to continue eating, But when the woodcutter looked at him squarely not far away, the scholar just sighed, "The way of heaven is impermanent, and I'm afraid that the world of Liu Song will come to an end now. The two emperors after Emperor Xiaowu are cruel and unrestrained, and the people are suffering even more
As he spoke, he took the bundle to the big stone where the woodcutter was, sat down, took a big cake from the bundle and handed it to the woodcutter. He said respectfully, "Uncle, if you don't dislike my hardness, why don't you enjoy it together?"
When the woodcutter heard this, he immediately threw the sugar cane aside and was rude. He picked up the big cake and ate it greedily. Before the scholar gave him the cake, he took another cake from the scholar's bag to eat. Although the scholar was worried, he did not stop him. After eating three big cakes, the woodcutter seemed satisfied and patted his belly. He smiled and touched his oily beard and said, "Happy! Have a good time! I haven't had such a full meal for a long time! "
Just as he was talking, he heard the sound of gurgling coming from the scholar's stomach. The woodcutter frowned slightly and finally looked at the scholar. He was a little confused and said, "Little brother, I haven't eaten all your cakes. There are six or seven more in that package. Why don't you eat enough?"
"Uncle doesn't know that now six or seven sesame seed cakes in this package are all my possessions. I will rely on these sesame seed cakes to satisfy my hunger in the future, so I dare not eat more."
"What should I do now? I have eaten so many cakes from you, and I don't have any money to pay you back. Don't I want to make you suffer in the future?"
The scholar sighed and just smiled bitterly
The woodcutter saw that the scholar was not old, only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his forehead was more wrinkled than the old man's. He asked curiously, "I don't know what the name of my little brother is. Why do you say that?"
The scholar patted his thigh and said, "Well, it's fate to meet uncle today. I'll tell you the truth. If you see Shishou in the future, you can write my name on the tomb."
As he said, the scholar told the woodcutter about his life experience in this way. The scholar's name was Yu Muyuan. He was also a little famous near Dongting Lake in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. He learned to read books of sages and sages from an early age, and could turn seven steps into poetry at the age of nine. Later, he was promoted by the imperial court to act as a master for an adult Zhou. At the age of twelve, he was personally interviewed by Emperor Xiaowu, He also gave him a ninth ranking junior officer, Gui De, the halberd commander, who often accompanied Shen Qingzhi, the then general of the cavalry, hoping that he could catch his eyes and ears in the army and become a pillar of the army in the future. Shen Qingzhi also had high hopes for him. All he learned in this life was to teach him by example, and he was grateful to him.
However, after the death of Emperor Xiaowu and less than a year after the former deposed emperor succeeded to the throne, he gave Shen Qingzhi poisonous wine. Shen Qingzhi refused to obey, so Shen Youzhi, the nephew of Shen Qingzhi, killed Shen Youzhi when he was drunk, and Shen Youzhi was also highly rewarded. Since then, I have told the court many times that Shen Youzhi has a heart of tiger and wolf. If he can kill his uncle today, he will rebel if he is plump in the future.
The imperial court thought it was just a teenager's random comments, and ignored them. It also transferred Yu Muyuan away from the army and sent him to be a high-ranking official in Shu. However, this matter somehow spread to Shen Youzhi's ears and was envied by him.
Yu Muyuan thought it had been several years, but Shen Youzhi had forgotten about it. But just half a month ago, when the imperial court sent an imperial historian to visit the territory under Yu Muyuan's jurisdiction, a torrential rain suddenly fell, which was fatal. The torrential rain overturned the imperial historian's carriage, and the horses were also run out of sight, so he could not continue to visit other places. So he ordered Yu Muyuan to repair the carriage on the spot, Another horse was found to drive for him, but the place under Yu Muyuan's jurisdiction was very poor, with a population of less than 100 people. Several families shared a cow, and there was no one to raise a horse. The only horse was still working in the post station.
Yu Muyuan was very embarrassed. The imperial historian asked him to bring the horse from the post station to him. When he heard that, he shook his head immediately and said that the horse was specially used to deliver letters from the imperial court. Once something happened in the southwest, it would even delay the event. This completely angered the imperial historian and turned away.
As soon as Yu Muyuan returned to the government office, he heard that his subordinates reported that the imperial historian had returned to the post house and taken the horse away, and blamed Yu Muyuan for giving horses to the post house without permission, which delayed the delivery of letters from the imperial court and wanted to tell the court to give him a capital punishment. Yu Muyuan still wondered why the imperial historian wanted him to die, and his subordinates told him that the imperial historian had always wanted to curry favor with Shen Youzhi, I also know that he once offended Shen Youzhi, and this happened. If I kill Yu Muyuan, I will sell it to Shen Youzhi as a favor.
Yu Muyuan's death was caused by the torrential rain blocking the road, so he decided to run away before the imperial edict came. Within a few days, the local government offices had posted notices to arrest Yu Muyuan.
Yu Muyuan said that he choked up like a silver needle stabbing his heart, but there was no place to vent his grievances. He only smiled rather than laughed, and said like a self mockery, "Hum! I tried to serve the imperial court for several years, but today I was blamed by a villain. How could I be reconciled because a horse was going to give me a death sentence?"
The woodcutter was also very surprised when he heard this. Yu Muyuan, a young man, had already experienced such a situation. He involuntarily sighed and asked him, "I didn't expect that you escaped from Shu to the southeast. What will you do next, little brother?"
Yu Muyuan shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I just want to go to the southeast. If I really have the best place to live, if not, I will be home everywhere."
The woodcutter shook his head and said with a smile, "The southeast? If you go to the southeast again, it will be an endless sea. There will be a dead end. The world is so big, why don't you escape to the North Dynasty?"
The strength of the State of Wei in the Northern Dynasty was equal to that of the State of Song in the Southern Dynasty. Yu Muyuan shook his head at once and said, "If I fled to the enemy country, wouldn't I fall in the trap of those villains? At that time, I would be punished by the crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason, and my own safety would be small. My parents, brothers, and wife might be harmed. I learned from General Shen, and I was even more afraid of insulting General Shen's wisdom."
The woodcutter nodded and looked far away. It seemed that there were many regrets in his heart in this troubled world. He thought for a while and said, "Since you are not willing to escape to the North Dynasty, there is a train of thought ahead." He conveniently pointed to an inconspicuous mountain in the distance. That mountain was not the highest one, but compared with other mountains, it was surrounded by clouds and mist, flickering, like a fairy mountain.
Yu Muyuan also looked for a long time before he could see that there was still such a magical mountain there. The woodcutter said again, "That mountain is called Panji Peak. It is said that it is a cornerstone supporting the heaven and earth. There is a lot of smoke all the year round. As long as it is not very bad, it will get lost. Even an old woodcutter like me can only gather firewood around Panji Peak, and can't easily walk into the clouds. If you escape there, you will never be found!"
The mountain peak is indeed covered by clouds. Looking from a distance like this, I feel a little uncertain. But now there is no way to escape. I immediately nodded, "Thank you for your advice. The Panji Peak is extremely hidden. It's all dead. I will try it anyway."
After saying that, Yu Muyuan presented the woodcutter with two big cakes. After taking care of the baggage, he was about to leave.
