Time slowly fades away, erasing all your impressions, but the pain of the beginning is still fresh in your memory.

Jiuniang finally stopped appearing in Cheng's dream. Because the woman's spiritual light shattered all illusions.

Every time he dreamed of that light, Cheng could break out in a cold sweat.

The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, death was so close that he felt that his life was like a mustard, he was born like an ant, he read too many books, he thought too much, and the second dog seemed to have forgotten after urinating, and he still had no heart and lungs.

But he still remembers, why? The world of great harmony in the book, the teaching without class, the equality of all beings, are all vain?

Why do I feel unfair? Does fairness really exist? I can't sleep in the dark.

What if it were those days outside......

After the murder of the beautiful woman in the flying boat, Cheng was even more silent.

Cheng silently went to the study room of the academy to read books, in this world, as long as it is not a cultivation classic, it can be bought with money.

The old master taught and educated people as usual, but made an exception to allow Cheng to enter the study room at any time.

Most of the books in the study room are old books, and there is not a single practice book.

Most of them are Confucian classics and celebrity anecdotes, and they also talk about the way of heaven, virtue, benevolence and education. He watched too much and was even more confused.

Half a month after the murder of the beautiful woman, he is still very confused,

Soak in the study every day, looking for some answers.

The library was already very familiar, and he could see at a glance that there was an extra bookshelf over there. There are a few more new books on the shelves, "The Theory of Heaven", "The Theory of Etiquette", "Chengxiang" and "Non-Xiang......

He picked up the "Theory of Heaven" and turned the title page, and the author wrote Yan Lin!

Solve the problem with the inherent evil of human nature, end with man conquering the sky, and set rules for the world. Who Yan Lin was, how could he not know.

But are there really any rules in this book? The book is still new, the news of Gua Town is closed, and the mayor still has time to buy books?

Whether Yan Lin and Taibai are alive or not, no one can say, after all, they were characters from three hundred years ago.

But there are people in the world who work for justice. Cheng was overjoyed.

The orange afterglow was sprinkled on the black wood door of the study, quiet, without the excitement of the day.

For some reason, perhaps it was quiet, no women's weeping, no mayor's frowning, no robbers' arrogance. Maybe it was because he saw a few good books, his little heart relaxed in vain, and he laughed like Ergou.

Cheng moved his muscles for a while, and at this moment, the family was busy harvesting, and the academy had been suspended. The old master is also free, so why pay a visit?

There was a small courtyard fifty meters east of the study, and the Master lived there.

Cheng walked to the gate of the courtyard and knocked on the door

"Is the Master There?"

"Enter"

The old master was writing in the pavilion in the courtyard, and he didn't raise his head to "what?"

"Students are confused when they are reading, please ask the master to solve their doubts"

"Oh, that's precious, so let's talk about it."

"Confucian classics say that human nature is inherently good, and there are books that say that human nature is inherently evil"

The old master didn't answer this question, he stopped the pen in his hand and looked at Cheng carefully, "What you want to ask is not this, you might as well say it bluntly, no need to foreshadow."

Cheng didn't dare to look at each other, "Master, are people really born equal?"

The old master still did not answer the question, "ask again"

Cheng Yi gritted his teeth, "The master teaches Confucian classics, but is there a way for me to go to Shangyang to practice?"

"Hahaha, what is the so-called cultivation?"

Cheng Meng raised his head "for equality"

"What is equality?"

"There is no difference between superior and inferior. ”

"Fallacy"

"Although the master is closed in the academy, he should also know about the big knife gang and the woman who kills people arbitrarily."

"What do you know?"

"If all people are not equal, I am willing to ask for equality. ”

"Who?"

Cheng pondered.

Seeing that Cheng was silent, the master smiled and said, "All men are created equal, which is the way of heaven." What you want is fairness, that's the way of man. ”

"Ask the Master to Solve Your Doubts"

"At the beginning of the division of heaven and earth, A, B and C all had nothing, which can be described as fair and equal.

A is hardworking, B is smart, and C is lazy. Underneath the accumulation, it is now. ”

"You see, the woman who killed people casually, the ancestor must have obtained the exercises through the exploration of blood and tears.

Look at you again, only one vein of lithotripsy shows that your ancestors are incompetent. ”

"Some people are born into rich families, some are born into poor families, and some are even born disabled. Inequality called?

Going back up, the rich family must have paid more, whether it was power or hard work.

The house of poverty, going back further, the poor must have something to hate.

If you are crippled, your ancestors will be corrupted, or your mother's body will be defiled.

Besides, the Broadsword Gang, you are in charge of the leopard, hatred is blind, and the worst rules are stronger than Chaos. ”

"Don't understand? idiot, to put it simply. You take a bath with sugar, and the pillars, and the peach, and the stones, and go and peek at the butcher's daughter.

But the butcher built a courtyard wall, and the wall was one meter seven high. This wall is as high as you are.

And Sugar Candy and the pillar are 1.8 meters tall, and you can see it when you stand up. The stone is 1.7 meters tall and stands on tiptoe, and Mu Tao needs to jump, and you can't see it even if you jump. That's equality. ”

"I'll give a ten-centimeter mat for the stone, a fifteen-centimeter for the peach, and a thirty-centimeter mat for you. Let you all see it. Then, force the excessively high sugar sugar to bend up, so as not to startle the snake and cause no one to look at it. ”

"That's fair. ”

Cheng seems to understand, "Isn't that unfair to the girl in your heart?"

"All men are created equal, but they are not fair. The rich are taxed heavily and used for the poor. Limit the recklessness of the strong and shelter the weak. All things are left to their own devices, which will inevitably lead to their own destruction. Fairness is relative."

"This is the way of balance. ”

Cheng somewhat understood. "But why should I be the one being peeped at? They just don't look at it?"

"Because of men, they are people"

Cheng didn't understand it again.

The master continued, "Do you know the legend that has been circulated in Shangyang, what Taibai took from Qingjian Mountain?"

"A Book"

"Yes, a book, a book of balance. ”

"Master, I want to pursue fairness, please ask Master to recommend me to Confucianism"

"Confucianism can't teach balance"

"Don't be discouraged, if you don't die, the whole world will look for you"

"Master's ......"

"Let's go"

"Who is the Master?"

"The Master is the Master, and like you, he is a scholar. It's just that I'm useless as a scholar, and I'm dying of old age. ”

Cheng couldn't understand this sharp speech, and when he saw that the old master bowed his head and wrote a book and never spoke again, he gave a salute and left full of doubts.

He was a little frustrated when he didn't get a recommendation from his master. I was stuffed with a channel again, and I felt that it didn't make sense.

Shangshui, in the late July weather, a thin layer of cool mist in the early morning filled the air, at this time, the beach was already full of busy people.

The men were busy picking melons, the children were helping to carry them to the pile, the women were preparing the cakes, and the ox carts and coachmen were at the other end of the field. There are also village officials who walk through the fields and record from time to time.