"Yifei, help me bring the fish bucket over, my fish is hooked!" Zhao Li laughed.

This is the tenth day that they have lived on the mountain, and in the past ten days, everything on the mountain has been complete, and Zhao Li has also bought thousands of various fish in the waterhole. Usually when we are free, we fish together, chat, and live a very chic life.

"Okay, have you caught any fish, it looks like there are fish to eat today!" As soon as he put down the fishing, he immediately ran back.

Xiaolian's three daughters accompanied Xiaomei and Kong Bingxin to sit under the shade of the tree on the side, teasing the children.

But the attention of the three little ones was always there, and it seemed as if their eyes were always on their father's side. When Zhao Li pulled a carp weighing more than a pound and flew to the shore. All three little ones laughed.

"Zhao Li, why can you catch it every time, why can't I catch it!" Yifei smiled bitterly.

He is not the only one who reflects this, because the fish has just been put in, and he may not be used to the unfamiliar environment, and it is too difficult to catch a fish now. I didn't catch a single fish for a few days.

"Hehe, what kind of fish do you catch if you are not quiet, fishing is about a calm mind, everything is aura, fish also have, when your heart fluctuates too much, the fish may feel it, only when your heart is all calm, can you catch fish, of course, if you are in those artificially fed fish ponds it may be different!" Zhao Li smiled.

I didn't feed anything in this pool, at most I threw a lot of weeds into it at the beginning, and now the weeds in the waterhole are overgrown.

"Meditation, I can't learn your Confucian meditation method, I'd better practice two more times." Yifei shook his head.

The Confucian method of meditation is not bad, and it is really unappetizing for him, a person who has come out of the army.

"You, forget it, talking to you about meditation is talking about the piano to the cow, I'll talk to you about martial arts, there are dynamic and static martial arts in martial arts, you have been practicing martial arts now, although your skills are reflected quickly, but if you want to become a martial arts master, you can't just practice martial arts, your heart can't calm down, how to develop the temperament of a grandmaster." In the end, he is still a martial artist! "Zhao Li didn't have a good airway.

This guy doesn't know the hearts of good people, so he asked him to practice Jinggong, but for his good, he was still unhappy.

"Giggles, fly, you're being criticized again!" Xiaomei's laughter came from the side, making Yifei even more embarrassed.

To say that Yifei and Xiaomei are really a pair of enemies, the superiors sent them to Zhao Li to work, and they definitely let them enjoy the blessings. Who has ever seen a national security agent protect the protector even turn into a tourist.

After fishing for an hour, Zhao Li took everyone on the mountain to read again.

The sound of reading from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain can be heard by the villagers who live nearby.

Whenever the sound of books sounded, the villagers also stopped their work one by one and enjoyed listening.

It was already the tenth day, and Zhao Li's senior brother and third senior brother had to return because the time for leave had come.

Or Zhao Li drove the two senior brothers all the way to the high-speed rail station, but there was no airport in Chu City.

"Little junior brother, you still have a chic life, accompanied by three beauties, there are children, work is easy, two long vacations can also go back to the mountains to live a secluded life, how can I and your third senior brother be busy like dogs, we don't know why we are busy. Alas! The elder brother sighed.

With the seclusion life on the mountain for more than ten days, it really changed his heart, and what he used to think about was how to study and work hard to climb up. It's either working or socializing for a day, and it's really not worth it now that I think about it.

"Yes, Ziming, I also have this idea, although it is very good to be an official, but now I am too tired to be an official, and when I don't become an official one day, I will also come to your next mountain to live a secluded life." The third senior brother said seriously.

"Hehe, okay, we'll be companions together then," Zhao Li said with a smile.

After sending off the two senior brothers, Zhao Li returned to the leisurely life on the mountain.

Half of the two-month summer vacation has passed, and Zhao Li's mind and righteousness have recovered.

"Heh, my mind has finally recovered, and it always feels a little wrong to be injured in the past two months," Zhao Li stretched his waist when he got up early in the morning.

Now that the mental power and Haoran righteousness have been restored, it is time to implement the revenge plan, and last time he was driven out of the capital in a hurry. I almost lost my life somewhere, thinking about Zhao Li was a little angry.

After accompanying a group of people to finish reading, when they were all about to go fishing, Zhao Licheng moved out the small table in the house.

He took out the four treasures of the study and sharpened the ink.

Seeing Zhao Li's actions, everyone may know that Zhao Li wants to write. They all gathered around. Most of them may have Zhao Li's calligraphy and paintings, but few have seen Zhao Li's writing.

"Ah, husband, isn't this dragon's blood, are you going to take it for what?" Xiaolian saw her husband take out a jade bottle and couldn't help but be shocked.

Usually the dragon's blood is well preserved by my husband like a baby, but now it seems to be used up.

"Dragon's blood? Ziming: Do you want to use dragon blood as ink? Kong Lao seemed to guess Zhao Li's thoughts and exclaimed.

What is this little disciple going to do, with dragon blood as ink, with heart as the guide, and Haoran righteousness as the god. What would it look like if it were written? Kong Lao didn't dare to guess. Because he has never seen it, and he has never heard of it.

"Isn't it, is this dragon's blood?" The others stared curiously at the jade bottle in Zhao Li's hand.

Zhao Li took this bottle of dragon and became serious. Dragon's blood was already scarce, and he was going to take in some ink this time.

"Well, master, last time I fought with the resentment in the sky in the capital for a while, which hurt my heart, and then the demon dao of the capital attacked me when I was injured. This revenge cannot be avenged, this time I am going to use the dragon's blood as ink and write a few words in more than a month. Then let Yifei arrange for someone to go to the capital to open it and extinguish the momentum of their demonic path. Dare to sneak attack our Confucian disciples, this opening can't be opened, otherwise the cultivation world still thinks that we Confucians are afraid of the devil's way? ”

"What, the people in the Demon Dao still dare to sneak attack our Confucianism, so bold, in ancient times, as long as there was a place where our Confucian Confucians walked, they would retreat to Sanli." Kong Lao was also angry when he heard that his little disciple was attacked by the Demon Dao.

"Ziming, you did a good job, the people in the Demon Dao are not in our eyes in the first place, this time we must destroy most of them, the capital has the protection of resentment, most of these people in the Demon Dao may hide there. A few more dragon's blood characters can include most places. I'll see where they're fleeing this time. ”

The rest of the people are like listening to the book of heaven, resentment, and demonic ways. What is this, is it true that I have been living in seclusion for a month now and have been out of touch with reality?

"That, old man, Zhao Li, what is the origin of this resentment and demonic path you are talking about!" Kong Fan asked curiously.

Although I saw the Hundred Schools of Thought Conference last time, I have never heard of two names.

Seeing that everyone was a little curious, Kong Lao thought for a while and explained.

"Is it resentment, it is a kind of anger that people have suffered a lot of resentment, the resentment of the capital that Zi Minggang said, it is a black dragon that has been suppressed in the capital...... And the Demon Dao, that's some cult cultivators. They are not absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, but attracting the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, or adopting exercises such as supplementation. Because of the exercises, these people are called the Demon Dao. ”

When Zhao Li explained to Kong Lao, he had already poured the dragon's blood into the ink cartridge. With a sound, the ink stone grinded.

"Is this the way of the devil, it is indeed a bit of an evil sect, and it dares to attack our Confucians, and they should all be killed,"

"Indeed."

"Well, is this the dragon's blood, it's really a bit special, the blood is still golden!"

Everyone's attention suddenly shifted from the demon path to the dragon's blood. The Demon Dao really didn't take them to heart. Because I've never touched it.

After grinding the ink, Zhao Li picked up a big brush under everyone's eyes, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the silk paper with Haoran's righteousness and mental power.

"Haoran righteousness!" Four big characters fell out in one stroke on the silk paper.

One word is a heroic and righteous spirit, coupled with the golden dragon blood and black ink, which makes the word look a little dark gold. And to the naked eye, the words seem to be glowing.

"Okay, what a picture of righteousness, the words written by dragon blood for ink are different, and they are several times stronger than those written in ordinary ink." Boss Kong laughed.

Originally, it was difficult to see Haoran righteousness when it was not released, but now I do see this character, as if the shadow is about to be released.

Zhao Li was also very satisfied with this calligraphy and painting, and secretly compared it in his heart, which was definitely about five times stronger than the usual one of Haoran righteousness.

After calming down for a while, Zhao Li immediately took out two blank pieces of silk paper and wrote again.

"Because this time I'm going to take revenge, all the words are a few big words of Haoran righteousness!"

After writing the three words, Zhao Li also felt a little tired, and his mind was almost consumed, although the dragon's blood was still there, but he could only write it next time.