Invincible from the bad guy Hades

Chapter 248 Han Fei
The world of heaven and nine songs, the land of Qilu.

Little Sage Village facing Sanghai.

Sand gulls fly, and the shadows of birds reflecting the sky fly over the sparkling water from time to time.

On top of the lush green hills, on a mountain top wrapped in clouds and mists, a little bit of mountain wind blows past the hustle and bustle of the world, it is really like a pure land outside the world.

On the top of the mountain, there is a pavilion, a stone table and a stone bench, and two figures sit inside.

One of them is a handsome young man with well-proportioned facial features, a pair of deep black eyes, full of wisdom, and seems to contain the mysteries of the universe.

On his body is a purple Confucian robe that reveals the atmosphere of a scholar, and with a high crown and hair, he looks like a fairy who has descended into the world.

The white jade is flawless, and the son is unparalleled.

Opposite him was an unsmiling white-haired old man. The facial features of this old man seemed to have been carved with a knife, with prominent cheekbones, sharp eyes like a knife, and a large Confucian robe that showed the style of an elder.

While holding the chess and thinking about it, every move is pressed hard, and the big black dragon coils and swallows everything on the chessboard.

This is an extremely strict old man!

The two were playing chess, one piece after another, orderly, but murderous.

The whole world seems to be on this chessboard, strategizing and winning thousands of miles!
The two are the chess players, controlling everything!But the fact is not the case.

"Han Fei, your chess skills have declined a lot recently, and you seem to be absent-minded." The old man spoke slowly, with a heavy voice that gave off a sense of depression.

The elegant young man named Han Fei smiled embarrassedly, cupped his hands slightly, and said modestly:
"It's the teacher's superb chess skills that the students admire!"

"Hehe, you can talk." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

Han Fei looked at the old man with a look of respect on his face.

This is his teacher, a great Confucianist, and the oldest living one, Xunzi!
Even in the Seven Kingdoms, Xunzi's reputation is still well known, and he is the living ancestor of Confucianism today.

"To tell the truth, the students have been restless recently, and they have been having the same dream for several days in a row." Han Fei dropped his hand and said insanely.

"Dream?"

Xunzi narrowed his eyes slightly, and became a little interested.

An old antique like him who stands at the pinnacle of the world is well-informed and knows that there are some special people in the world. Their dreams are not without reason, and usually symbolize a sign, or the revelation of fate.

"What kind of dream is that?"

Facing the teacher Xunzi's question, Han Fei immediately replied: "The student only remembers that I traveled the long river of history in my dream, and learned about ancient and modern times. Unfortunately, Nanke Yimeng, the student can't remember the specific content after waking up. The sound of the song."

"Song?"

Xunzi was confused for a moment, and his old face was slightly surprised, because he couldn't figure out Han Fei's dream, so he could only say see you soon.

"Yes."

Han Fei nodded vigorously, looked at the sky with deep eyes, and his mood was as cloudy as the white clouds in the sky.

"A sad song."

Xunzi's eyes flickered for a moment, and then his mind suddenly became clear. He pinched his beard and smiled and said, "Heaven and earth enlightenment. When there is sadness in the heart, there is a dream. So you want to leave?"

"I can't hide it from the teacher. After all, Han Fei was born and raised in South Korea. Facing his homeland, he really can't bear to be buried in this world. So he studied abroad and learned the innovative method to save South Korea."

Seeing that his heart was punctured, Han Fei stood up, worshiped with both hands, and said very respectfully: "I have made up my mind, please allow me, teacher."

"You have been studying here for five years, and now the Seven Kingdoms Rebellion has come to an end. Han Fei, as a prince of South Korea, it is understandable for you to worry about your own country." Xunzi smiled kindly, then shook his head and asked:

"So what have you learned?"

"Students believe that governing the country not only depends on the Confucian idea of ​​benevolence, but also requires laws! Without rules, there will be no circle! Once a country has a complete legal system, it is undoubtedly of great significance to national innovation." Han After thinking about it for a while.

"However, the establishment of the law is destined to touch the interests of some people. Can you accept the challenge?" Xunzi said.

For Han Fei, a student with an out-of-the-way temperament, he liked it very much.

It is really talented to develop another set of legal thoughts from the field of Confucianism.

Jurisprudence is a combination of Confucianism and Legalism. It is really hard to imagine what kind of impact it will bring to the world.

"Students are not afraid of challenges. I'm afraid they won't be able to save South Korea and the suffering people." Han Fei's eyes were firm.

"If you devote yourself to studying, you will surely become a great Confucianist in the future, and you will be famous and famous forever."

"The teacher knows, what the students want is not these."

"If you go down the mountain now, your future is uncertain. Maybe you will build a legacy for all eternity, or you may be buried somewhere else. The torrent of history is difficult to change because of one person, and your efforts may be in vain."

"That's just because that person is not strong enough to leave traces in history. At the same time, personal strength is limited, but the "law" pursued by the students is fair. live forever."

There was sonorous force in Han Fei's words, his body exuded an unyielding will to make a decision, his eyes were as bright as stars, shining with a dazzling light of confidence, and his face was determined.

"Hey, you always have so many crooked reasons. As a student of my Xunzi, the teacher will not stop you for what you want to do!" Xunzi, who couldn't say anything about Han Fei, shook his head, and said with a serious face:

"Before you go down the mountain, let me tell you one last thing, you need to keep it in your heart all the time."

"Students must bend their ears and listen." Facing this teacher who preached and taught, Han Fei had already treated him like a father, and said humbly and respectfully.

"If a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, if he sees something bad, he should run away quickly!"

"..."

After finishing speaking, Xunzi threw away the black chess piece in his hand, Wuming's anger rose suddenly, and he said, "No more! No more!"

Although Xunzi was old, he was very stubborn. He pointed at the chessboard with a finger, his eyes were sunken, and he said emotionally:

"This game of chess is waiting for you to come back, and we will decide the outcome."

"Hahaha, the teacher's aphorisms, the students should keep them in mind." Han Fei, who kept laughing, moistened his eyes slightly, and the chess piece in his hand dropped silently.

I thought to myself, it seems that this game of chess is endless.

Afterwards, an unfinished chess game was left behind, and the staggering old man walked down the mountain. The sun shone brightly on the earth, and the afterimage of a thin and elderly man was pulled longer and farther away...

Older, the most hurt parting!
Han Fei sat on the top of the mountain alone, letting the mountain wind blow his face, his eyes calm.

Looking at the white clouds in the sky from a distance, he couldn't help standing up, and bowed to the stalwart figure at the foot of the mountain.

"Korea, sister, father, wait for me, I, Han Fei, are back!"

Han Fei murmured, his star-like eyes bloomed with astonishing expression again.

Back in the courtyard to pack his bags, Han Fei was walking down the mountain. On the long pavilion, a Confucian youth in a dark gray plain robe had been waiting for a long time.

The two looked at each other and smiled at each other.

The young Confucian scholar was as young as Han Fei, with the same vigor, eager to make his mark and make a big difference.Except that Han Fei is not handsome, other hardware conditions are not inferior to Han Fei.

"Senior Brother Han Fei, I heard that you are going down the mountain, so I specially chose to go down the mountain with you on this day, otherwise it would be unfair." The young Confucian scholar greeted with a smile.

"Li Si, your competitive spirit is too strong. You have to compare it with me. Be careful and suffer a big loss in the future."

Standing in the long pavilion, two senior brothers who were in their prime of life, washed each other away with wine, wishing each other good luck.

"So, Junior Brother, you chose Qin?"

After drinking, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, Han Fei's voice was clear and clear, his tone was slightly frivolous but not exaggerated.Just like the later Sima Qian commented on Pingyuan Lord Zhao Sheng as "a good son in troubled times".

Han Fei is not usually a sharp-edged person, but he is not domineering. Instead, he has a spring-like nobility and a unique personality in this era.

He is the kind of person who will radiate dazzling brilliance no matter where he goes, as a golden existence that people can never ignore.

"That's right, brother, you chose the weakest South Korea, right?"

Whether Li Si was standing, sitting, or walking, or his tone of voice, he always seemed to be rigid.

Stern and meticulous, he always shows his rigor and seriousness to outsiders.

At least in the eyes of Han Fei and the others in Xiaoshengxianzhuang, Li Si was such a person, boring and dull.

"Korea is my homeland after all."

Han Fei explained with a light smile, looking at the distant mountains with his warm and jade-like eyes.

Li Si looked at the back of his senior brother, his eyes flickered.

He knew that a year ago, senior brother Han Fei's father had ascended the throne and became the current king of Han—Han Wang'an.

Leaving aside their mutual choices.

Senior brother is born noble, but he, Li Si, is just a nobody.

"Senior brother really has a big heart, but compared to other unknown people in the world, I, Li Si, have never been reconciled! Since the senior brother chose South Korea, and the junior brother recognizes the lack of background, I will choose Qin, the most powerful of the seven countries. This is the only way to be worthy of a showdown with senior brother." Li Si said with an astonishing gleam in his eyes, hiding his ambition.

"It turns out that this is the choice of the younger brother." Han Fei half-closed his eyes sharply, and smiled teasingly through his drunkenness.

Li Si and Han Fei knew it well.

Among them, one chooses the most powerful Qin State, and the other chooses the weakest South Korea.

The next time they meet, the two will most likely be enemies!
They both studied under Xunzi's school, and they both knew that the other party was a very talented person. If they were enemies, they would be extremely difficult opponents.

However, geniuses always cherish each other, and our way is not alone, so it is interesting.

The golden crow rises in the east, and the sea is filled with smoke and clouds under the sun, as if there are hazy fairy mountains hidden in it.

After exchanging a few words, the two brothers and sisters went through the etiquette, and in the long pavilion, along the two opposite directions of the corridor, they walked in opposite directions, gradually walking away.

Han Fei was not in a hurry to return to the capital of South Korea, but kept traveling around the border of South Korea, spending money to help the victims along the way, measuring the earth with his feet on foot, and understanding the principles of heaven and earth.

Han Fei, who had already entered South Korea, witnessed the devastation along the way, many people who were naked and tattered like beggars.

Feeling pity in my heart, can my country really be saved?
The dilapidated village seemed to have just been ravaged by war.

Han Fei no longer knew how many similar scenes he had seen in South Korea.

On the scorched black soil burned by the flames of war, there are lamentations that are too weak to mourn, as well as skinny, unkempt old people and young children.

The suffering made their faces numb, but under the survival instinct, they were as frightened by all the changes around them.

This is an era when the weak prey on the strong and annex each other.

A hundred schools of thought, the prosperity of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period all sing legends.

Since Shang Yang's reform, the Qin State has been working hard to become stronger and stronger day by day, and has gradually become the overlord of the Seven Kingdoms.

South Korea used to be brilliant, but at this time it has gone downhill and has become the bottom.

"South Korea deserves to be called the weakest country among the seven countries, and it is really dilapidated."

Han Fei tied his white horse to a tree beside him, and stared at the waterfall in the valley next to him with hungry eyes. There was a clear river below the waterfall, and there were fish in the water.

Han Fei subconsciously swallowed the saliva in his throat. This month's travel and disaster relief has spent all the gold and silver on his body.

As a good person, he is now so embarrassed that he has to solve the problem of food and clothing by himself.

Han Fei pulled up his purple sleeves, rolled up his trousers, and went down to the river to catch fish with willow branches, intending to catch a big, fat and juicy fish to fill his internal organs.

"Crash!"

At this time, on the mountainside, a white waterfall flows from top to bottom from the gap in the mountain stream.

They come together in a small basin not far away to form a lake connecting the mountain.

At this time, in the lower reaches of the lake, there was a young man in purple shirt fishing in front of the lake, his face was so relaxed!

From a distance, it looks like a landscape painting of leisurely fishing.

Passers-by woodcutters will sigh with emotion, what an image of a young man fishing alone in troubled times, as expected of a noble family, fishing is so magnificent!So imposing.

Then in the next second, under the astonished eyes of the woodcutter, the handsome young man in purple, with a plop, was pulled into the water by the biting fish...

Just now, the hook was shaking violently, and Han Fei didn't expect that his half-baked fishing skills could really catch fish.

It seems that my luck is really good. It is really a happy thing to have wine and fish to eat!

Hastily raised his arm, ready to close the rod to pull the fish, but the fish in the water were obviously not willing to stand still.

Thumping vigorously, the water splashed in all directions, splashing so much that the shore was covered with water, and a large area was wet.

"Oh, you fish has great strength. Wouldn't it be better if you obediently be eaten by this young master?

There is a saying that if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell, Yu’er, if you hooked me today, it means that this is a fate destined by heaven.

You don't have to struggle! "

Han Fei pulled the fishing line hard, and his neck was red from holding back, but the fish in the water didn't know if they understood Han Fei's words, and struggled even harder.

"Crack!"

The so-called vigorous miracles!The fish broke the fishing rod and fled to the depths of the water and disappeared.

On the other hand, Han Fei lost his balance directly because of the inertia of the broken fishing rod, and fell into the water with a plop.

"oops!"

With a "scream", Han Fei kept thumping like he fell into the water, just like the fish he was fishing just now, embarrassed and thumping...

"Unfortunate!"

Afterwards, Han Fei thanked the passer-by who rescued him, looked at his wet robe, and only felt bad luck.

"If you fail to fish, you will be caught. Brother Yu, you are a real leather."

After complaining, Han Fei felt that it was a bit difficult for him to go fishing for an elegant young man like him.

Touching her flat stomach, she was thinking about whether tonight would be the time to be so hungry.

Han Fei suddenly shrugged his nostrils, and smelled a tempting smell of meat. He searched for the scent and slowly leaned forward, pulling away the grass on both sides that blocked his eyes. The cat curled up and looked around.

I saw a skinned fat hare strung on a tree branch and baked on a wooden frame set up over the fire, the greasy wax on it was shiny.

Sprinkled some salt and condiments that he carried with him, a child with long horns saw that the fire was almost ready, tore off a piece of roasted rabbit thigh, and ate it with a big mouthful. flowed down...

(End of this chapter)