Song Qing is the little scholar with a round head and a round brain. He smiled and accepted the dispatch of the thick-eyed Confucian student, broke through the door to look at the lively crowd, and led Bu'an out of the Star Palace.

The mountain road facing the direction of the bamboo forest in the back of the main hall winds upwards in a zigzag shape, and low camellia trees are planted around it. Among the misty mountains, there are streams, waterfalls and houses looming.

Bu An walked in this ink-splashed landscape, but he had no interest in watching the scenery, full of questions and was about to ask the little scholar named Song Qing in front of him for advice, but he didn't know where to start.

Without waiting for him to speak, Song Qing couldn't help it first, turned his round head, and asked mysteriously, "You said that there are some things you don't remember." Really?"

Bu An smiled bitterly: "It's not just some things, I can't remember anything." It can be regarded as a foreshadowing for many of my next questions.

Song Qing's reaction exceeded Bu'an's expectations, he not only accepted this answer logically, but also took the initiative to provide clues, telling the legend of the poet fairy Li Bai dreaming of a fairyland in the bamboo forest for three days and three nights.

"You said that you have been going for twenty-two years, didn't you travel all over that fairyland? By the way, what kind of name is 'Erben'? Is it the gold list in that fairyland?" Song Qing shook his head, and looked back from time to time, as if he wanted to find some clues from Bu'an's stunned face, and said regretfully after a while: "You are probably unlucky and failed to get benefits from the immortals." ”

Bu An didn't feel that his twenty-two years of life would be a dream, shook his head slightly, and said easily: "Compared to my strange dream, this place is more like a fairyland." ”

Song Qing was so startled that he stopped, turned around and confirmed, "You can't go to the Yama Hall in a dream, right?"

Bu An hurriedly denied it. The two of them stopped and stopped, and when they came to Liuyuntai, he had already learned the general situation of this world from Song Qing.

In short, this is still Huaxia, also known as Shenzhou, except that there are thousands of islands in the East China Sea, and the geography is almost the same as what Bu'an knows. But there are demons and monsters in the world, and there used to be old gods, and the hundred schools of thought have become cultivators who founded sects.

In history, there are also the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the Qin and Han Dynasties, the Sui Dynasty, the Tang and Song Dynasties...... Until the Jianlong period of the Song Dynasty, the evil moon came, and the next dynasty change was completely chaotic.

The so-called evil moon is actually the original moon, but it has become a bright red and weird flying star, which comes to visit Shenzhou every dozens of hundreds of years, causing a hundred ghosts to travel at night and the tide to change dramatically, which is regarded as a catastrophe for the human dynasty.

It is now March of the second year of Longxing in the Great Liang Dynasty, and the third month of the return of the evil moon. According to the records in the history books, the shortest time of the evil moon is a few months, and the longest time is twenty-seven years, and no one knows how long it will stay this time.

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Three days later, in the early morning, Bu'an sat on a bamboo chair in front of a farmhouse, chewing wild fruits while holding a thin copy of Mencius, and reciting it silently.

Liuyuntai is a flat land of about 15 or 6 acres on the mountainside at the southern foot of Tianmu, with steep dark mountain rocks on top and mirror lake below. From a distance, it looks like a small reef in a sea of clouds, but when you are on the platform, you don't feel the weight of the fog.

There are thirty or forty farmhouses scattered on the platform, there is a stream in front of the house, a vegetable field behind the house, and there are chickens in the small courtyard surrounded by a fence.

It is said that the academy encourages self-cultivation and self-sufficiency, which is to respect the ancient precept of Confucianism to "cultivate and read heirlooms", and Bu'an, as a modern person, is somewhat unimpressed. But after learning about the cultivation system of this world, he began to force himself to identify with the spirit of Confucianism.

So far, it seems that the effect is okay. At least "Mencius: Gongsun Chou", he has memorized seventy-seven eighty-eight, maybe one day he will be intoxicated with these classics, so that he will be moved by the Confucian gods in the heavens to help him, so that he can break through to the realm of Mingde in one fell swoop from the current realm of hearing the Tao.

Regarding the true meaning of cultivation, Song Qing said: "In the world, people worship God, and practice is God respects people. ”

In layman's terms, when all living people pass away, they will leave a trace of mental power, turbidity will sink to the ground for seven minutes, and clear will float three feet above the head. The former is called a ghost, and the evil moon will come out to harm people when it comes to the world, and the latter is called a spirit, which is the source of a cultivator's spiritual power to condense himself.

In the early days, cultivators often had to travel all over China and collect spirits for their own use, so cultivation and cultivation were originally cultivation and practice, and cultivation and repair were indispensable.

But the disadvantage of this practice is very obvious – not all spirits are willing to be driven by you to become the spiritual power of the practitioner, let alone give up the remnant soul and nourish the life spirit (natal spiritual power) of the practitioner. This method, known as casual practice, has a very limited effect, and it is very much like wandering around aimlessly.

Speaking of which, I have to admire the hundred schools of thought.

They have created a very simple and effective way to distinguish people by different ideas, Confucianism becomes Confucianism after death, and Taoism becomes Taoism after death...... One-to-one correspondence to increase the success rate of matching. Therefore, the practice is to seek specialization in order to gain the approval of the deceased immortal spirit of the same family, and then dedicate himself to you.

The ethereal heroic spirit is, in a sense, God, let God take the initiative to vote for you, so it is called God respecting people.

Let's talk about the realm of Confucianism.

The so-called "hearing the Tao" is the state that the vast majority of people who read the book of Confucius and Mencius can reach. As long as you reach this realm, you will be a Confucian spirit after death.

Therefore, when Sage Confucius said, "If you hear the Tao, you can die at night", it is not to say that you can die when you hear the Tao, but to understand it in reverse, it is a persuasive word, persuading you: "Before you have read the book of the sages, don't die." "Because if you die like that, you won't be able to contribute to future generations of Confucian practitioners!

As for the second realm of Confucianism, the realm of "Mingde", it is said that reading to the level of "Mingde" is equivalent to going to the heart, which is obviously more difficult than "hearing the Tao".

By analogy, above the Tao is Mingde, above Mingde is the cultivation of qi, and then there is no recklessness, doing what you want, the benevolent are invincible, and the inner saint and the outer king...... As for whether there is a higher one, Song Qing doesn't know.

In addition, Confucians in the realm of "hearing the Tao" are generally called scholars, while those who have reached the realm of "Mingde" borrow the ancient precepts of hearing the Tao and are called Mr......

Bu An found that he was wearing a Yue, and he was even deprived of the title of "sir", and the ones behind him didn't listen to it directly.

In addition to being instilled with a lot of cultivation theories by Song Qing, Bu An also figured out who he was now.

On the second night of his stay at the Liuyuntai Guest House, a fellow villager named Tang Wenyi came to him. The man looked tall and thin, dressed like a sour showman.

When Tang Wenyi came, it was not yet completely dark, and the evil moon the size of a quail egg was already hanging above his head, and the moonlight covered the Liuyuntai with a red veil.

The scene of meeting was a little embarrassing, of course Bu An didn't know each other, Tang Wenyi and him were not too familiar, only a few faces.

Bu'an's name in this world is really Bu'an, sixteen years old, a native of Qinglong Town, Huating County, Jiaxing Prefecture, his parents also died early, before his father died, he entrusted him to his brother Bu Hongxuan, who was still young.

At that time, Bu Hongxuan was the county magistrate of Huating, and Tang Wenyi's father was his subordinate county. The official fortunes of the two since then are very different, the former is now the prefect of Jiaxing from Sipin, but the latter resigned and became an idler because he couldn't stand the exclusion of the successor magistrate.

Bu An looked at Tang Wenyi's sour appearance, and guessed why his father was excluded.

In contrast, his uncle, who has a prosperous official fortune, seems to be too flexible. In order to get in touch with a certain Jingguan who only has an only daughter in the family, he actually wanted to put Bu'an, the "stepson", into the past.

From Tang Wenyi's words, Bu An roughly understood his situation. The marriage contract was made more than a year ago, but Bu'an refused to obey, and this time he risked his life to run to Tianmu Academy, presumably to escape the marriage.

As for who that Beijing official is, Tang Wenyi is not clear. He probably heard it from his old man, too.

Because of the relationship between the same enemy, Tang Wenyi greatly appreciated Bu'an's escape from marriage, but after appreciating it, he talked about his parents' orders, matchmakers' words and other depressing words. Bu An couldn't listen to it, so he hurriedly sent him away.

That night, he set up a grand ambition, in addition to finding a place in this world, the more important thing is to carry out the escape marriage to the end.

"That old thief Hongxuan wants to give favors, so he will send his own son to the family! Don't think about using my crooked brain!"

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That afternoon, Song Qing held a bundle of dry firewood and happily came to the guest house where Bu'an lived temporarily on Liuyuntai. The dry wood was brought by Buantota for the purpose of roasting a hare.

The origin of the hare is somewhat suspicious. Since he lived on Liuyuntai, every morning when he pushed the door, there must have been a neat stack of wild fruits on the ground, and on the morning of the third day, there was actually an extra hare that had just died.

Bu An took the dry firewood from Song Qing's hand and asked, "How is it?"

Song Qing spread his hands: "I didn't ask." Are you sure there are no more acquaintances on this mountain except for that sour Xiucai?"

Bu An didn't think about it, and said: "It doesn't matter who he is, people always have good intentions." I don't think this hare looked like it was poisoned to death, and if you don't eat it, it will spoil it, which is a pity. ”

He hadn't smelled meat for three days, and there was a pride in his heart, and no matter where the hare came from, he had to find a way to eat it in his stomach.

Moreover, Song Qing has helped him a lot in the past two days, not only helping him with food and lodging, but also borrowing four books and five classics for him, and a total of a few pieces of broken silver in Bu'an's pocket, even if he is willing to spend flowers, he can't find a place to feast, so he has to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and treat him with this hare sent by someone I don't know.

This little Song Qing is a child of an ordinary family in Rudai Town, at the foot of Tianmu Mountain, and has loved to run to the mountains since he was a child.

Once, when the great Confucian of the academy explained the scriptures, no one in the audience could answer, but he was answered by Song Qing, who was passing by. The big Confucian hurriedly stopped him, and used other questions to compare, and found that this child could answer eight or nine without leaving ten.

Song Qing was eleven years old that year and was admitted to Tianmu Academy.

Because of his ability to never forget, Song Qing is the most idle idler in this academy. Bu An once asked him, "Why don't you have a teacher to restrain you?" He shook his hand and replied: "My master doesn't set up a lecture hall, only let me practice by myself." ”

The two were busy for a while, and finally roasted the hare, sat next to the cliff of Liuyuntai, looked at the mirror lake under the mountain, and tore the rabbit meat one by one. The so-called way of civil and martial arts, one by one, Bu'an endorsed the book and was dizzy, and he took a moment to relax, just to relax his brain.

The roasted hare, which lacked oil and salt and was difficult to swallow in the past, has now become a delicacy in the world.

"I like small animals so much...... Bu'an took a bite of the rabbit leg, chewed it for a while, swallowed it, and continued: "It's better to have it all at once!"

Song Qing laughed out loud and said happily: "Bu'an, you are a wonderful person, you don't know how to learn, but you are really interesting to speak." He wanted to comment on his experience of entering the academy a few days ago, saying that he had become a "scholar" just by "skipping classes", and he thought it was extremely funny, grinning, and the roasted rabbit oil flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Bu An glanced at him and said, "Didn't you say that I was sleepwalking in Wonderland and forgot about the world?

Song Qing wiped the corners of his mouth casually and said, "Fart! Senior Brother Xiuping told me that the Bamboo Forest Secret Realm is just a Yin and Yang Formation created by heaven and earth, and there is no chance in it. ”

Bu An has never seen this senior brother Xiuping, so he thinks it should be Song Qing's idol. He smiled and didn't argue, and said, "I said that I would take the exam again every few days, has the date been set?"

Song Qing said: "Yes, I was about to tell you, the date is set for the fourth day of the fourth month of April, after Qingming, and before Gu Yu." ”

Bu'an has accepted the habit of people talking about solar terms, but on days like the fourth day of the fourth month of April, to his modern ears, there is always some reaction.

Fifteen days to go. Bu An remembered the large stack of original classics and posterity's explanatory notes placed in the room, and couldn't help but feel a little big.

"You eat slowly, I'll endorse it. He stood up and just saw a small white figure walking into the lakeside pavilion beside the mirror lake under the distant mountain, and he was in a trance for a while.

It should be the beautiful Tu Yao I saw by the lake, and she is going to get tide again.

Song Qing didn't notice Bu'an's shaking spirit, and while chewing rabbit meat, he said vaguely: "Tianmu Academy has the second place in the world, but in the eyes of the world, it can no longer be compared with Qufu Academy in Luzhong and Lehu Academy in Bianjing. The disconnection of enrollment will be seen as a harbinger of the college's inevitable decline, and you will be let through the test no matter what, but this time the movement is ......"

Bu An already knew why he was deliberately taken care of, but in the other party's words, there seemed to be some additional news, and he was puzzled: "What movement?"

Song Qing explained: "A few days ago, there was a great Confucian from Lehu Academy who came here to study. I don't know which tongue-chewing person made up a story about the scene of your entrance examination, and was listened to by that person. ”

Bu An was a little speechless, and said, "The one who loves to chew his tongue can't be you, right?"

Song Qing smiled: "I don't have that ability...... I'm afraid you don't know that you have already made a name for yourself in the academy, and people are known as 'half of the Analects of the Language'. ”

Bu An angrily threw the rabbit leg bones into the extinguishing fire, turned and walked towards the inn, and said in a low voice: "I don't know half of the Analects, but I still know half of the Analects." ”

Song Qing laughed behind him and said, "If you know half of the Analects, isn't there another half of the Analects that you don't know?"

Bu An shook his head and ignored him.