(1) The death of King Hui
The great beams are deep in the palace, and it is already twilight. A dead hand reached out of the heavy drapery and hung on the edge of the bed. Inside the tent, there was a series of sighs.
King Wei Hui struggled to open his cloudy eyes, fixing his eyes on the faint light of the lights and candles outside the tent, but it was finally a mist. He was not willing to die like this, and his chapped lips could not stop trembling; he was not willing to let his father's powerful Wei Guo be sent to him, but now only an empty shell remained. Not to mention, he never missed anything!
Chaotic memories suddenly flooded into his mind—from beginning to end, it was the fault of his so-called Humerus Minister...
He thought of his uncle Acne, the old man who had been buried decades ago. For many years, he managed the government and was mediocre; he lost two defeats to Qin in foreign conquests. In the Battle of Shaoliang, he was unexpectedly captured by the Qin army. Later, I didn't know what idea Yingqu Liang (Qin Xiaogong) had, so I let him return to China and continue to be his empty shelf minister. The King of Wei hated in his heart, and even more hated his subordinate Zhongshu Zi Wei Martin- after leaving the State of Wei and changing the law in the State of Qin, the weak state in the western region gave birth to the wings of Kunpeng, became strong, and encroached on the territory of the State of Wei. How did Uncle Gong not leave Wei Martingale in the State of Wei?
Yes, his husband and uncle have misled the country. And his former general Pang Juan. King Wei seemed to see his big red cloak hunting in the wind, a proud figure. What is there to be proud of? Admiral! The six-nation alliance with Qin was bound to win, but because his generals were slow to enter the army, they missed the opportunity to attack xirong on both sides, and became a bubble; Great Wei could unify the three Jins and achieve hegemony, who taught him that Pang Juan could not expect the enemy situation, and the 100,000 troops were all folded in Maling?
Pang Juan, Pang Juan—King Hui leaned on the edge of the bed, gasping for breath and with a vicious expression. How he taught the man to be his own general!
And Meng Ke, the Confucian sage. He laid down all his dignity and glory, and pushed his heart to him: "If you are not far away, and you are insulted to the pavilion of contempt, how will you benefit our country?" That Meng Ke was full of "not violating the agricultural time", and never mentioned how to turn the tired division into a strong force. Who knew that King Hui of Wei did not want to wait any longer, why could he not enter the Qin Kingdom and rise overnight?
King Hui of Wei's eyes were about to crack. He never believed he was wrong. It is the minister who bears him, the situation that bears him, and the world that bears him!
He never thought that his uncle Xuan wanted to die and martyr the country, and was sent back to China for Qin Wei's short-term war. Before his death, his uncle recommended Wei Martingale to him, and said that if he could not keep him, he would kill him so as not to leave trouble for the State of Wei; he never thought that Pang Juan was a mastermind of the alliance to attack Qin, how eager he was to enter the army, and his brother Wang advised him not to send troops early; he forgot that one of Pang Juan's brilliant strategies to attack Qin first and then unify the Three Jins was to send troops to attack Zhao Han, which led Sun Zhen to command the Qi army to break the Wei army; he never really paid attention to the people, even for a moment. What the King of Wei wanted in his heart was to stand high on the city of Da Liang, look at the people with their eyes bowing, and shout to him: "Long live Great Wei!" Long live my king! ”
No one has ever told King Hui that it is too much not to accept the wise; it is too much not to listen to good advice; it is too much to spare the people's strength; it is too much to go along with the people's hearts!
King Wei closed his eyes.
King Hui had never seen his faults clearly in his lifetime, just as he could not see the lights that were clearly extinguished at this time. He had never reflected on his own mistakes, let alone thought about how much responsibility he would bear for the decline of Great Wei!
The lights went out. King Hui sighed and gave up, reaching the age of eighty-two.
Outside the palace walls, the girder fell into the endless night, and the people swallowed the bitter fruit of the fallacy.
(ii) The sword of White Three
Everyone in the world knows About White Three.
But no one in the world knows About Bai San.
No one knew Bai San's true name, those who had a vendetta against him called him a white thief, those who feared him called him Bai Sanye, and most people called him a sword slave behind his back. Some people say that his name is Bai San because he is a closed disciple of the fast sword Li Ghost Hand, and the sword is sheathed in three moves to kill people; some people say that it is because he only loves swords, wine, and chess in his life, and has no other miscellaneous desires; others say that Bai San was originally called Bai San kuai, saying that his sword starts quickly, moves quickly, and returns quickly. It doesn't seem to be Bai San, but it's all like Bai San.
Bai San was a very stylish swordsman, he was always dressed in white silk, pinched a white silk fan, a pair of white silk socks, tied a silver swallow silver sheath around the waist of the sinking fish pattern calcined iron sword, the placket was fluttering, the dust was not stained, like a lump of white flower pig's head meat. Bai San, who was like a pig's head, had always been very confused about why he was so famous—he hadn't even learned the sword technique "Ghost Sword Thirteen Styles" passed to him by his master. Bai San attributed all these fames to his own eyes.
Bai San had a pair of good eyes, and in the eyes of ordinary people, his sword moves were two or three times slower in his opinion. Bai San always saw the flaws and back moves in the opponent's sword moves at a glance, and then quickly cracked the moves. With one blood flower after another, gradually, there was no swordsman in the world who could fight with Bai San. Bai San's killing people was like picking asparagus in a vegetable market, and his silver sword was soaked with a lot of blood. No one denied that Bai San was the world's first swordsman.
Bai San thought that his sword had been trained to the point of pure fire, no one could kill himself, and even if he would die one day, he would definitely not die under the sword.
But this time Bai San was wrong, he was not only dead, but also killed by the sword.
It was a duel that seemed to Bai San to be the most common. In the pine forest in the middle of the night, the shadows of the trees are strange, the gloomy moonlight collects a biting cold, and the crows perch on the high branches to see the two figures of black and white below surrounded by dense sword shadows. The man in black covered his face with a face towel, and between one move and one breath and one inhalation, bai san was inexplicably familiar. The black-clad swordsman's sword technique was mediocre and tight, and Bai San's face was expressionless, sneering in his heart, thinking: "Three moves, just three moves." ”
Like a butterfly shadow flying in front of his eyes, three sharp sword winds swept by, and the extremely fast sword move was completed. Flying out like a broken kite was Bai San, who was dressed in white and white, with a blood hole in his abdomen, gushing blood. With a "whoosh" sound, the sword of the world's first swordsman fell to the ground.
Bai San's last move was to cut through the face scarf of the man in black with his sword, an old and waveless face like an ancient tree.
Bai San's face suddenly became a few points whiter than the miserable moonlight. The smell of blood in the air drifted into the nose of Li Ghost's hand, and Master dusted his sleeve and bent down to pick up the heavy fish pattern iron sword that swallowed the silver sword sheath, and he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids to look at Bai San on the ground. The teacher is unhappy and karma.
Li Ghost's hand turned and disappeared into the sound of loose waves. Countless crows flew around in fright. The moonlight shone brightly, mercilessly pouring on the corpse of the pig's head, once the world's first swordsman.
Bai San's superb eyes stared at the boss, he hadn't yet seen Master's next sword move. "It's all my eyes aren't fast enough." Bai San finally thought so.
And this former world number one would never know that the master and his old man were using the Ghost Sword ThirteenTh Style, and the last move to kill him was exactly the thirteenth style that he had not learned—the broken sword technique was the biggest flaw in his sword moves.
Bai San saw through countless sword moves of others in his lifetime, but eventually died on the sword technique he used. He had never understood in his whole life that a swordsman was not afraid of being blinded by his eyes, but was afraid that his heart would be blindfolded, his eyes would be blinded and he would not be able to see others, and his heart would be blinded from seeing himself.
The moonlight is shining, the pine waves are shining, the east wind is blowing, sending me home.