Chapter 32 Eight Jue

"The young master is right. Don't listen to him brag." Shuai Zeng shouted gloatingly, "If the ship can be blown over, how big the wind and waves will be, won't it be the same as the tide of Qian Tang?" Young master, don't listen to him. He looks simple and honest, but he is actually bad.

"Sister Qin, do you dare me brag?" Dunwu did not dare to turn against Sun Shao, but he was not afraid to turn against Shuai Zeng. When Shuai Zeng heard this, he was also angry. He rushed up and held Dunwu's collar: "Ji Zi, why don't you keep your word? Didn't you say that you won't scream anymore? But why do you break your promise and get fat?"

Sun Shao rolled his eyes. The two followers really had no professional ethics at all. Fortunately, there were no outsiders here, otherwise my face would have been lost by them. He didn't bother to pay attention to them and turned to other parties. In the previous life, this was a famous scenic spot, but most of the scenic spots are not available now. Things like Hanshan Temple are all in the future. At present, there are many wild interests here. However, there is a place of interest not far away: Gusutai. Legend has it that Gusutai is the palace of Wu Wangfu. It is in Gusutai in spring and summer, and in Guanwa Palace in autumn and winter. Gusutai is more famous for no other reason. Gusutai is said to be related to the beautiful woman Xishi.

At the thought of Xi Shi, Sun Shao sighed a little. On the one hand, literati always like to scold beautiful women for being a misfortune, harming the country and the people, and on the other hand, they are inclined to beautiful women and forget to return. There are not a few people who chant beautiful women in Tang poetry and Song poetry, and the reason why Su's beard's Nian Nujiao is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people is also with the peerless beauty. Is it related to the bridge? There is a famous Ji Su Xiaoxiao in Hangzhou, which is also known as Suzhou. Before his death, his beautiful name was broadcast four times. After his death, many people went to pay tribute to him. It can be said that the scenery is infinite. Yang Guifei hanged herself in Ma Weipo, saying that there were many literati who said that she was a disaster, but there were also many people who ran to Ma Weipo to dig a handful of soil.

Hypocrite! Sun Shao curled his lips, secretly slandered a few words, and then quoted a sage of a later generation, "As a literati, it is not enough to watch", which cheered himself up.

The bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain gradually became lively. Sun Shao returned to the bamboo forest with two black-eyed chickens who were unconvinced by each other. There were already figures in the bamboo forest. Looking at it, there were as many as 30 or 40 people. Sun Shao looked carefully, but none of them knew him. He secretly wiped his sweat and did not dare to go to crowded places. Looking at it, I saw a young man sitting alone in the downstream. It seemed that he was not very gregarious, so he walked over and bowed down: "Brother, is there anyone here?"

The young man was looking at the stream in a tton. He was suddenly interrupted by Sun Shao. He was shocked and quickly got up and said, "No one, brother, just sit down."

Sun Shao nodded down and looked at the young man again. Unlike the laughing scholars next to him, this young man seemed to be a little shy and dressed in ordinary clothes, but he was dressed in a clean cloth. His hands were very big, and the knuckles exposed outside his sleeves were very thick, which looked like doing physical work. It's very different from the hands of those scholars who are as white as women. Seeing Sun Shao looking at his hand, he shrank his hand to his sleeve with some embarrassment and smiled awkwardly.

Sun Shao was very curious. He always thought that he should be the most shrilled in this gobish meeting. Unexpectedly, he saw a person who was a little more restrained than him. He suddenly became interested and smiled and said, "I'm Sun Shao, I dare to ask your name."

The man seemed to meditate for a moment, looked at Sun Shao's eyes calmer, and replied politely, "Ge Heng, Zi Sizhen, Wu Ren."

"I've been looking forward to you for a long time." Sun Shao arched his hand hypocritically. In fact, he didn't know who Ge Heng was at all.

Ge Heng's mentality is also very similar to his. He looked at Sun Shao. After a moment, he asked puzzledly, "Is Brother Sun a newcomer to Wu? Ge Heng turned out to be very eye-catching.

Sun Shao was a little embarrassed: "Speaking of which, I am also from Wu Di, and my father's old father rebels against the general."

"So you are the one..." Ge Heng said half of his words and immediately knew that he had made a mistake. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and his face turned red. He moved away from the table and bowed to the ground: "The grass people are ignorant, offend the young master, please forgive me."

Sun Shao laughed, stretched out his hand to pull Ge Heng up, patted his hand and said, "Is it just that I am a martial artist? That's right. What's wrong!"

Ge Heng was a little panicked. Although he didn't know Sun Shao, he had heard of Sun Shao, but it was not as simple as a martial artist. It is said that Shao, the only descendant of the general, was very difficult to get along with. Not only was he not compatible with his uncle Sun Quan, but also had a bad relationship with his three cones and husbands. Once he used a barbarian surname, he ignored it. He was a little suspicious. Is the young man in front of him really the Sun Shao?

"Sizhen, I've been looking for you for a long time. It turns out that you are sitting here talking to the young master." Zhang Wen came over and pulled Ge Heng with a smile and said, "Didn't you just ask me what's going on with this wine? I can tell you that this wine was brought by the young master. If you have any questions, please ask him. Turning his head, he smiled at Sun Shao and said, "Young master, this Ge Heng and Ge Sizhen is a famous talent in Wu County. He is a heavenly official and clever, and his Huntianyi can be said to be exquisite."

"Hun Tianyi?" Sun Shao's eyes widened at the moment. The young man with a red face in front of him could actually be Hun Tianyi. My mother, he was also a scientist.

"Of course." Zhang Wen said with a smile, "The young master's affairs are busy, and he doesn't come out often. It's inevitable that he doesn't know something. Sizhen is one of the eight masterpieces. He is a famous craftsman in Wu County. Even Mr. Zhongxiang praises his wonderfulness.

Sun Shao is even more confused. Why is there another eight-in-one? It seems that Sun Shao, the former master, is indeed a martial arts idiot. He doesn't listen to things outside the window and just wants to practice martial arts. He doesn't even know such a famous Bajue.

"Then I still need to ask for advice." Sun Shao arched his hand politely and said sincerely.

Zhang Wen was stunned, and then his face was a little unnatural. After a while, he smiled and said, "These eight masterpieces, let Sizhen explain to the young master. Everyone is here. I'm going to get ready to start." After saying that, without waiting for Sun Shao to agree, he nodded to Ge Heng and ran away in a hurry, as if he was running away from something.

"Brother Ge, this is..." Sun Shao was a little puzzled.

Ge Heng smiled and said, "Hey hey, don't be surprised, young master. Brother Huishu wants to entertain others. I'll explain these eight unique things to the young master. Please don't laugh."

Sun Shao saw that Ge Heng smiled reluctantly, but he didn't say anything more. He raised the glass in his hand and motioned to Ge Heng. Ge Heng drank a glass of wine, and then slowly said, "The so-called Bajue is actually a joke of a scholar and gentleman in Wu County..."

Bajue refers to the eight people in Wu. In addition to Ge Heng, who is famous for his cleverness in front of him, there are also the emperor elephant famous for his good books, Yan Wu, Song Shou, who is good at occupying dreams, Cao Buxing, who is good at painting, Zheng Yu, the lonely city of good people, Wu Fan, who is good at counting, and Liu Dun, who is good at Taiyi. Zhao Da of Shanjiu Palace is all Fangshi. Although later generations regard these people as masters of the world, now these people can't be compared with Confucian students who read scriptures and made an official career. Even Wufu like Sun Shao are not as good as Wufu. Wufu can also fight on the battlefield, while Fangshi is inferior to craftsmen, medical craftsmen and peddlers. Although Confucian students also study these knowledge, such as the great Confucian Cai Yong, who is good at writing and being able to deal with others, he is not well known for this, but for his knowledge. Although Ge Heng and the other eight people were the best, the orthodox Confucian students did not value them. Zhang Wen invited him to be a supporting role, focusing on participating. When he recited poems for a while, Ge Heng, like Sun Shao, could not interrupt, so Zhang Wen and Gu Ran had the component of talking and laughing, and Ge Heng was also very inferior. Even in front of such a martial artist as Sun Shao, he felt a little uncomfortable.

But Sun Shao doesn't think so. If such a person doesn't catch it in front of him, it's unreasonable. He glanced at Ge Heng, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and raised the glass attentively: "If my brother has such a wonderful hand, Sun Shao is really overjoyed. Brother, please drink this cup. I have something to ask you.

Ge Heng looked at Sun Shao carefully and saw that he did not mean to laugh, but he was a little at ease. Anyway, Sun Shao is not an elegant person and should not be happy with himself. He smiled and said, "It happens that Heng also has something to do. I want to ask the young master for advice."

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