[Lone Wolf] (tentative title) Song Kaizhong, a shy girl

【Lone Wolf】(tentative title)
Author: sooler (stor52soooler)
Published on: si001.com on 2015/09/16
Is it a first publication: Yes

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"The rain patters outside the curtain, spring is waning.

The silk quilt cannot withstand the chill of the fifth watch.

In my dream, I do not know that I am a guest, indulging in pleasure for a while. Do not

lean on the railing alone, for the boundless rivers and mountains are vast.

Parting is easy, meeting is hard.

Flowing water and fallen flowers, spring has gone, heaven and earth are far apart .

" "Master, why did you suddenly start reciting poetry?"

"Nameless, I suddenly feel that time has passed and life is fleeting." The old Taoist in the yellow robe hid his hands
in his sleeves as he spoke, his long white beard swaying in the wind.

This poem was written by Empress Li of the Southern Tang Dynasty after she returned to the capital. She often missed her country and thought of her scattered concubines, feeling depressed and unable to find peace. He once composed a poem
in varying lengths "The rain patters outside the curtain..." and "With sorrowful thoughts, how many more days until the end of the world?" This poem is somber and mournful, revealing
the endless longing for his homeland of a fallen emperor; it is a lament of grief and sorrow.

The old Taoist priest in yellow robes, however, was not sorrowful at this time, but rather because decades of war and chaos had brought untold suffering to the people. The preface borrows the words of
a fallen emperor to reminisce about the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a time when doors were left unlocked at night and the people were benevolent and virtuous. Now, it only exists in
books, prompting a sense of melancholy.

This occurred in 960 AD, after the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period. On the third day of the first month, Zhao Kuangyin led his army out
of Dongjing present-day Kaifeng, Henan), marching to Chenqiao Post Station. Shortly after the army's departure, a rumor spread throughout the capital
: "On the day the army departed, the commander-in-chief became the emperor." The author does not know who spread this rumor, but most people believed it without question.
The officials of the court, who knew a little about it, were already in a state of panic.

Although Zhao Kuangyin was not in court, he was fully aware of everything and knew

the truth about the matter. During the reign of Emperor Shizong of Zhou, he had used a similar tactic to have Zhang Yongde, the son-in-law of the emperor, dismissed from his position as Commander of the Palace Guards.

Zhao Kuangyin understood the emperor's psychology well; he feared most that his throne would be usurped by others, and was therefore extremely suspicious. This time ,
he used the same trick again to create chaos in the court, leaving his army with no choice but to obey him absolutely.

Zhao Kuangyin led his army to camp overnight at Chenqiao Post Station, only twenty kilometers from Kaifeng. That night, Zhao Kuangyin sent
trusted assassins to spread rumors among the troops: "The current emperor is young and weak, unable to govern diligently. Our soldiers have fought for the country,
dying far from home ; who will know? It would be better to first enthrone Zhao Kuangyin as emperor, and then launch a northern expedition."

In just one night, the emotions of the soldiers were quickly stirred up. At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin's younger brother, Zhao Kuangyi, and
his confidant Zhao Pu, seeing this, believed the time was ripe. They instructed their soldiers to drape the prepared yellow robe
over Zhao Kuangyin, who was feigning drunkenness. The soldiers all bowed before him, shouting "Long live the Emperor!

" and thus enthroned him. However, Zhao Kuangyin appeared forced, saying, "You are all greedy for wealth and power; if you can obey my orders, that's fine. Otherwise, I
cannot be your ruler."

"We will obey your orders,"

the generals replied in unison. Zhao Kuangyin immediately announced, "After the army returns to the city,
you must not disturb or offend the Empress Dowager and the young emperor of Later Zhou, nor should you infringe upon the officials of Later Zhou, nor should you plunder the court, markets, or treasuries. Those who obey will be rewarded; those who disobey will be
executed along with their entire clan."

"Yes, sir!" the soldiers responded.

Zhao Kuangyin then led his troops back to Kaifeng.

The main commanders of the imperial guards defending the city, Shi Shouxin and Wang Shenqi, were all Zhao Kuangyin's sworn brothers. Upon learning of the
successful they immediately opened the city gates to welcome him. At that time, only Han Tong, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards, led troops to resist in
haste , but he was quickly killed by military officer Wang Liaosheng. He hadn't even mustered
a single soldier at the time of his death.

The Chenqiao Mutiny resulted in the bloodless control of Kaifeng, the capital of Later Zhou. On the fourth day of the first lunar month, Zhao Kuangyin led his troops back to the city, forcing
Emperor Gong to abdicate, easily seizing power in Later Zhou and demoting Emperor Gong, Chai Zongxun, to the Prince of Zheng.

Because Zhao Kuangyin had served as the military governor of Guide Army in Songzhou during Later Zhou, he adopted Song as the name of his dynasty, establishing his capital in Kaifeng and
founding the Song Dynasty.

"Master, although Lord Zhao is quite cunning, he is undeniably a loyal and righteous man. His return to the city with the army and
his three-point agreement with the generals—no disturbance, no aggression, no plunder—is loyalty. His subsequent expansion of territory after the founding of the Song Dynasty and expulsion of foreign tribes
is righteousness. He has won the hearts of the people and is a paragon of filial piety."

"I do not object. However, there are still some unresolved matters."

This old Taoist in yellow robes was named Shi Duyu, courtesy name Congbing. He was the adopted son of Shi Jiantang, a famous general of the late Tang and Five
Dynasties period. Shi Jiantang was struck by a stray arrow in battle at Zhenzhou in the first year of the Longde era and died in the army. He was only forty-two years old.

Duyu was just over twenty when his father died. Now he is forty, more than twenty years have passed in a flash.
Duyu was deeply saddened by his father's death and later became a lay disciple at Shaolin. His grief was so intense that his hair
turned white . The masters of Shaolin Temple felt that this man's compassion and filial piety were beyond compare, and therefore he could not sever his past
desires and passions to convert to Buddhism. So they let him leave.

After leaving Shaolin, Master Yu, relying on his more than ten years of Shaolin external martial arts skills and his childhood familiarity with the classics, opened a private school at the foot of
Mount Hua . His main purpose was to teach the children in the neighborhood Confucian classics and some physical exercises, so that
one day he could contribute to the country.

"Master," the nameless Taoist asked, "Weren't we supposed to be picking Ice Heart Lotus on Mount Song today?"

"Yes, this Ice Heart Lotus was brought from the Southern Frontier by your master. It has a lovely fragrance, can detoxify, and is good for health.
I only intended to try cultivating it in a deep pool on the mountain. Little did I know that this unexpected success would result in
such abundant blooms, bringing a little convenience to the nearby villagers." "

The deep pool is quite far from here, Master, why don't you rest here for a while?"

"No, no." The old Taoist Du Yu smiled, taking out two wheat bags from his sleeve. "If we delay any longer,
how will we make it to the private school to study the scriptures with the mischievous children this afternoon? I know you must have been hungry this morning, haven't you?
Here are two wheat bags, take them."

"Thank you... Master..."

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a mournful cry, as shrill as a ghost's wail, startled the master and disciple.

"Master, I didn't know there were wolves in this bright white sky?"

"Listen carefully, this howl doesn't sound like an ordinary wolf."

"Then...?"

"It sounds like a human howl. Quick, keep up with me."

Immediately, Master Yu used his Shaolin lightness skill to leap towards the sound of the howl, and the young Daoist Wuming followed immediately.
They traveled over fifty li, yet the two walked as if they were ordinary people, without even a drop of sweat, demonstrating their remarkable
lightness skills .

Reaching the depths of the forest, they discovered a pack of wolves fighting for a campsite.

At that moment, a filthy figure, like a wolf, collapsed to the ground, emitting low, mournful
cries towards the wolves. "Woo-woo-woo, waa! Woo-woo-woo, waa!"

Beside this figure lay a dead old wolf, seemingly dead for many days, emitting a foul stench.
It appeared the stench of decay had attracted the wolves to attack the figure. Yet, this figure protected the dead wolf, preventing any
of the other wolves from approaching. Having likely guarded it for days, the figure was now utterly exhausted. The figure collapsed
at the same time .

The young Taoist priest, seeing this strange phenomenon, was curious. But seeing the young figure fall, he knew that time was of the essence. Without
waiting for the old Taoist priest to give an order, he charged alone into the wolf pack. He immediately unleashed a set of fluid Shaolin long fist techniques,
repelling the wolves.

The lead gray-furred, white-hoofed wolf howled, "Woo...woo..."

and charged at the nameless Taoist's weak point. Fortunately, the old Taoist priest, Du Yu, arrived in time and
killed it . The wolves, leaderless, fled in disarray. Seeing this

, Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. He rushed to his master to inquire about the situation, but the old Taoist
ignored Wuming's concern and instead hurried to the little boy's side. He gently touched the boy's philtrum and, finding him still
breathing, breathed a sigh of relief.

The boy appeared to be four or five years old, but his entire body was covered in mud, blackened by grime. His palms, knees, and
soles had calluses unlike any normal person. He also smelled foul, likely from wolves. Looking at
the dead wolf beside him, a female wolf, it seemed to have died of old age. It seemed the old wolf
before the child's foster mother. Could this little one have been abandoned in the mountains and rescued by a maternal wolf?
It was hard to know whether to grieve or be grateful; this child's life wasn't meant to end, yet he had lost two parents. Such a pitiful child
…

"Master, let's hurry. I see this child is exhausted; we should return to the school as soon as possible to rest
. As for picking lotus flowers at the deep pool, leave that to me."

"Alright, go and return quickly. Saving a child is a matter of utmost importance and cannot be delayed."

"Yes, sir!"

With that, the young Taoist, Nameless, used his Shaolin lightness skill, leaping into the deep mountains at a speed beyond the reach of ordinary people. The old Taoist
dared not delay either, immediately picking up the child, then channeling his energy into his feet, using his lightness skill twice as fast as before to run towards
the school . His only thought was to save the child as quickly as possible.

But who could have known that this lovable child would later become a terrifying demon? Perhaps it was all
preordained .

At dusk, the nameless Taoist finally returned to the private school. Without resting, he placed some of the Ice Heart Lotus, and brewed
the a medicinal soup, which he then sent to the guest room in the west wing.

"Master, I have prepared the medicinal soup," he said softly, handing the soup to the old Taoist priest, Du Yu,
without daring to disturb him.

The child had already washed himself and put on his Taoist robes, but there were still some black
stains , and he still smelled of the distinctive stench of a wolf. However, it was much better than before.

The child and the old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the bed. Wisps of white smoke, like strands of blue silk,
rose . The old Taoist placed his hands on the child's back, seemingly using his internal energy to heal the child's injuries.

The old Taoist priest used the Shaolin Bodhidharma Breath-Holding Technique, which he had learned during his training at the Disciplinary Hall. Using internal energy to heal injuries
was extremely dangerous. It is said that the essence of internal energy lies in its meridians; if one does not understand these meridians and forces its use, it will be harmful rather than beneficial.
Therefore, when using internal energy to heal injuries, the practitioner must have a profound understanding of the meridians. Furthermore, when forcibly opening another's
meridians with excessive force or speed, a backlash may occur, posing a great danger to both oneself and the injured person.
If the force is too weak or the speed too slow, the meridians will not be opened, but it will be time-consuming and laborious, not only wasting one's own energy
but also delaying the injured person's recovery.

At this moment, the child was seen coughing softly, and Wuming knew that the power had been fully exerted. However, this was a tense moment,
because it is easy to exert power but difficult to withdraw it. Withdrawing power must be gentle, otherwise the injured person may suddenly be unable to withstand it and vomit blood.

After waiting for a while, the old Daoist Du Yu slowly withdrew his hands and gently helped the child lie down on the bed.
After tucking the child in, he turned to Wuming and said, "Put the medicine aside for now, warm it with lukewarm water. Feed it to the child when he wakes up
."

"How is the child?"

"This child needs long-term care; he's probably just tired and needs rest. Otherwise,
he's fine."

"Master, I'll warm the medicine right away."

Wuming said, then left the west wing.

The old Taoist sighed softly, thinking to himself, "How could such a poor child be born?" Two lines of tears welled up in his eyes.
He thought of himself, also an orphan, rescued by his adoptive father, Shi Jiantang. Unfortunately, before he could fulfill his filial duty, Shi Jiantang had already passed away,
leaving him with a deep sense of sorrow and resentment. Saving this child today must be a blessing from heaven, a way to make amends. Thinking of this,
he recited Meng Jiao's poem:

"Who says that the heart of a blade of grass can repay the warmth of spring? Haha…"

At the same time, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

PS: I wanted to try writing an ancient-style martial arts novel, just for a fresh perspective. Don't expect too much; it might be unfinished
. Then I wanted to say that the (feathering) part won't be abandoned; I have so many ideas I haven't written down yet. It's just that
I've been too busy with work to write them. And finally, I wanted to say that if anyone is interested in this little story, I'll
continue writing it!

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