Xin Yi returned to the cottage alone, still thinking like a mess.

She rocked the four-wheeled bicycle to the bookcase, where she had lived for many days, but had not looked closely, and now, in order to calm her fingertips, which were still shaking terribly, she picked up a booklet and tried not to think about it.

She was slightly stunned. I put down this booklet in disbelief, and picked up another one at random, and I was stunned again.

"Impossible, he is a swordsman who has read a few books at most, how can he be so sparse about governing the country?" Xin Yi became more and more suspicious, put down one, and went to get another.

In a short period of time, her fingertips were non-stop, and she had almost looked at the curls on the cabinet shelves.

The question seemed unsolvable, only becoming more unfathomable.

Because the books on the shelves are not titles that can appear in ordinary people's homes, or even ordinary academies, only the books that can appear in the Ouchi Secret Collection, or the highest institution of learning, Guozijian.

Gongsun Long wrote one volume of "Gongsun Longzi", one volume of "Guiguzi", three volumes of Lu Dianjie's "Zhu Guanzi", Lü Buwei wrote twenty-six volumes of "Lü's Spring and Autumn Period", twenty-one volumes of Gao Lu's "Huainan Honglie Explanation", Emperor Yuan wrote six volumes of "Jin Louzi", Liu Tian wrote two volumes of "Liu Zi", Yan Zhitui wrote two volumes of "Yan's Family Motto", Cai Yong wrote one volume of "Dictatorship", Wang Chong wrote thirty volumes of "On Balance", and Ban Gu wrote four volumes of "White Tiger Tongde Treatise......

The art of a hundred schools of thought, row upon row.

It is estimated that there are no less than 300 copies.

All the more amazing books are on the pages, and Zixing sees candles and tears, obviously reading at night, word by word.

Xin Yi would never suspect that these scrolls were used to rush the field. Because in each book, there are detailed annotations and explanations, words and words, and it is impossible to imagine that it came from the hands of a mountain swordsman, but I am afraid that if I take it outside, I can talk with Fulong Yinfeng, and I can argue with the country's sacrificial wine.

Xin Yi casually flipped through a notebook, and couldn't help but be fascinated, and when he read it carefully, his heart was shocked.

The book says: Hearing the scriptures of the country and protecting the people, the standing system of the king; Thinking about the rules of governance, in order to carry forward the long-term industry, it is not easy for eternity, and all worries will return together. However, there is a difference in the fate calendar, and there is a difference in the state family to control the chaos. Looking at the book, the discussion is detailed. Xianyun has passed the number, Qin is not in time, and the reason for survival lies in the county. The Zhou family learned from the Xia and Yin for a long time, and built in accordance with the emperor and king, and the city was rocked......

Swift in writing and elegant in rhetoric. The way of governing the country is like a spring breeze, and it makes people perform student ceremonies.

Xin Yi had completely given up his strength to be surprised after seeing countless copies of such a notebook. She has been in the national prison and has been guided by Wu Yu, so she can see the subtlety of these arguments.

Any one of them is enough to be crowned the king and worship the prime minister, and stand side by side with Fu Long.

At this moment, Chang Rongguang came back, Xin Yi deliberately did not look back, looked at the notebook by himself, and was still angry in his heart.

Chang was silent for a moment. I don't know where to turn out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then sit on the ground with a wooden stake, the pen and ink are stumbling, I don't know what I am doing.

Xin Yi had a gloomy face, and he didn't turn his head, he couldn't suppress the shock in his heart, so he broke the stagnation: "These books are yours?

"Hmm. Chang Guangguang faintly said a word.

"You taught it all by yourself, but there is a famous teacher to teach?" Xin Yi shook his hand.

“…… Very, is it difficult?" Chang Yuguang's three words with slight doubts made Xin Yi almost hold back.

Difficult?

Ten years of cold windows once became famous. Students all over the world have been studying for decades, do you think it is difficult?

The key is that this person has reached a certain peak inexplicably, and he doesn't notice that others want to stab his head with a cone on his head, do you say he is angry?

Xin Yi stopped talking. She is somewhat conceited about her knowledge, but now in front of a mountain swordsman, her heart is broken.

After a long time, Xin Yi took a deep breath: "...... You are a swordsman, living in seclusion here, what are you doing learning these sparse theories of governing the country? You are not an official. ”

Unexpectedly, Chang Rongguang said a sentence, which made people even more angry: "Everything else has been learned." Kill time. ”

“…… It is estimated that Gao Wanxian, the son of the world back then, was nothing more than that......" Xin Yi patted his chest and changed the subject, "Then, have you ever thought about joining the WTO as an official? Whether it is a staff member or a courtier, looking at your negligence, you are definitely a famous figure in the world." ”

At this moment, the faint sound of the ink, paper and inkstone froze.

The male character's voice was unexpectedly a little hoarse: "I can't get out...... Since I was six years old, I couldn't get out......"

Can't get out.

Like a prisoner, the silence of desolation arose.

Xin Yi's heart was depressed, she was stunned, and in her embarrassment, she suddenly saw Chang Rongguang coming over and handing her a painting.

On the white rice paper, a purple magnolia, a wonderful pen danqing, lifelike.

Xin Yi gasped again. This painter, she has never seen the masterpiece, and she dare not say that it is the best, but if she takes the painting of anyone in Chang'an City, it is not as good as this magnolia.

It's really half a point.

"You...... Can you still draw? Isn't it a little too good to draw? What else can you ......" Xin Yi felt that he couldn't see through this man anymore.

A sword that can cut all the sins of hell.

A national policy that can stand side by side with the sons of the world.

Handicraft work that can skillfully win the world's heavenly work.

Can Danqing be a painter who paints nothing.

There is also a general poison system, Shanqi Huang, and Li Ku Kitchen......

Xin Yi only felt that no matter what Chang Guangguang would do now, she was not surprised.

But at that moment, she faintly rose a strange fear, the fear of too demonic talents, such a person is afraid that appearing in the world will cause countless storms.

Tigers and leopards have no cages, although they have no intention, they can also lead the heroes to fight.

Xin Yi was a little distracted, and suddenly saw Chang Rongguang stuffing the painting into her hand, and said lightly: "You...... Not happy. ”

Xin Yi was stunned. Only then did I understand that Chang Yuguang was painting to make himself laugh, but there were more than a dozen inexplicable murders, how could it be as simple as laughing or not laughing?

"Chang Guang. Xin Yi looked at him and said, "What happened earlier today, the person who scolded me was actually to save our lives. Moreover, they are forced to make a living, and they must listen to their masters, which is understandable. And the girl who deceived you, watching everyone die in front of her, she can understand the instinct of escape and fear. ”

Xin Yi paused, and aggravated his tone very seriously: "None of them will sin to death." You're too murderous. ”

Chang Rongguang listened quietly, and rarely replied: "First, flattering the master, violating his heart, is guilty." Second, whenever the deceit, guilty. ”

"Yes, but who is true and innocent when people live in this world?" Xin Yi nodded and shook his head again, "People, everyone who lives in the world has fetters, helplessness, constraints, and sins. The desire for food, the exchange of human feelings, and the desire to live are all the same for the emperor or the prisoner. If you say that they are guilty, and everyone deserves to die, there will be no one in this world. ”

Chang Yuguang stopped talking. Staring at Xin Yi, his eyes were clear.

It's so clear that it doesn't seem to belong to this red dust.