The Yuanqing Empire is still martial, and almost every family will order fist and leg methods. And people who are really in poor health go to the small bookstore on the street and read the Taoism, what "Nine Heavens Xuanlei Method", "Five Thunder Daozhuang Method", are some children's favorite books, and they can only be read by children, where do adults believe in these Taoism.

There was a thin boy about twelve or thirteen years old, with a good face and a particularly delicate look. This young man, surnamed Ji, is named Zhengyi. But although the age looks small, he likes to pretend to be an adult. Every day, my husband didn't go to teach, so he dangled around the street with his hands behind his back, and when he was bored, he went to the bookstore to read the Taoism, flipping through the pages, and gesturing while gesturing.

The strange thing is that Ji Zhengyi didn't go to the bookstore recently, and went to class honestly. After the class, he ran to the Taoist priest on the street, and without speaking, he sat on the ground and watched the Taoist priest tell fortunes to passers-by.

Today, Ji Zhengyi did not go to the bookstore after leaving the hall, nor did he go to the old Taoist priest.

He was a little depressed today, and he was punished by Mr. again.

Maybe it was what he thought was the punishment.

The gentleman asked today: "If you are in an argument on the street, how do you persuade the other person to give up the dispute?"

The young people in the room were all discussing hotly, and the people here said: "What do you convince? I am a dignified citizen of the Yuanqing Empire, and I will directly engage in armed struggle, and fists are the greatest truth!"

The people over there did not show weakness and said: "Use Confucian principles to convince people with virtue." ”

The middle-aged teacher saw that the voices on both sides were getting louder and louder, and he happened to see the absent-minded Ji Zhengyi on the side.

So he cleared his throat twice: The classmate over there who is closing his eyes and recuperating, Ji Zhengyi!

Ji Zhengyi was thinking about how to debunk the deceptive tricks of the Taoist priest over there, and was named by Mr. He got up and looked down at his tablemate, it was An Wu from the fifth household of Yushui Street, who shook his head apologetically at him, indicating that he didn't know.

At this time, the middle-aged teacher found that Ji Zhengyi did not listen to his lecture carefully, and he was not very angry, so he repeated the topic again.

Ji Zhengyi frowned slightly, brewing his words, but somehow, he suddenly remembered that Zhiqiu. Zhiqiu said that when he was very young, he was often bullied by other children, and every time he couldn't beat others, he would say, "A gentleman doesn't use his mouth." So he stood there and opened his mouth and said, "What is the ability of a group of people to bully a person?"

"You have the ability to put down the wooden stick in your hand!

"Let's talk about which is wrong today, here, here, and there, it's all my territory..."

"Today, we don't fight, let's talk about reason, Confucianism once taught...."

It was all like that, Zhiqiu looked excited at that time, and standing there, the group of children were all impressed by him. It wasn't until later that Zhiqiu secretly told him in private: "Xiao Yiyi, I'm all a liar, if you encounter this situation, don't speak, don't argue, just punch it, if you can't put it down with one punch." Hurry up and run, it's always right to run if you can't beat it. It is true that the truth in the world is in the fist, so what if the fist does not work? What do you expect to convince people with reason? Most people in this world are unreasonable, and if they are reasonable, how can there be disputes?

"Then why did you tell us that when you first came to Yushui Street?"

"No, I want to just come here and establish my prestige!"

So later, Ji Zhengyi barely spoke to Zhiqiu.

Thinking of Zhiqiu's words, Ji Zhengyi couldn't help but sigh again. When Mr. Teaching saw this, he was puzzled, thinking about why Ji Zhengyi sighed for no reason, so he said: "What is the young man sighing, aren't you afraid of leaking your vitality?"

When Ji Zheng heard it, he quickly came back to his senses.

According to Confucianism, if you don't do evil with others, you should take a step back. He guessed that this was the answer that Mr. Teaching wanted to hear. But somehow, he always felt in his heart that he shouldn't do this.

Why do you have to let someone else in an argument with you? If the other person is really wrong, then why not let him be wrong? But how can you let that person know that he is wrong?

Ji Zheng couldn't understand the answer, and he didn't know either, so he was silent.

The small book house is very dilapidated, and it can't even be called a book house. At most, it is called a log cabin made of stone and wood. When the wind and rain blow, there would be a "gurgling" sound in the cabin, and at this time, the only teacher in the library would stop the lecture and let the students get up and look at the rain outside.

The students in the room didn't know the name of Mr. Teach, only the surname Wen. Their Mr. Wen is not in a hurry, he speaks softly, and he heard that he used to be a showman, but he didn't know why he couldn't be admitted to the lifter. I don't know what happened after that.

Mr. Wen saw that Ji Zhengyi didn't say a word, he had always been kind, but he actually had some signs of anger, he put down the book in his hand, and stared at Ji Zhengyi with straight eyes.

Ji Zheng met his gaze at first, and then lowered his head again. For some reason, he was reluctant to say what was supposed to be the correct answer.

Mr. Wen still looked at him, and if he looked closely, he would find that his body trembled slightly.

After all, he was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy who felt like he had done something wrong. He wanted to make amends, so he trembled and said, "Wen. . . Wen.. Sir, arguing with someone doesn't work, naturally it's good to be indisputable, gentleman... The gentleman is reserved but not indisputable. ”

An Wu frowned and looked at the third brother who was a little strange to him.

After hearing this, some of the other students in the cabin approved, and some were silent, but they were all silent and silent.

Mr. Wen was expressionless when he heard this, and he picked up the book in his hand again. He said in a steady tone: "Is this really your heart's words?"

Ji Zhengyi didn't dare to look at Mr. 's eyes, thought for two seconds, and still nodded.

At some point, it rained outside again, and the cabin was blown to a "click" sound.

"That's all for today's lesson. A voice came without weight. Although the students were puzzled, they still cheered and hugged each other and ran out of the cabin.

Only Ji Zhengyi and An Wu did not leave.

The Anwu family had only one grandmother, and his parents left home when he was very young. Maybe he doesn't have parents at all, because of that. An Wu is a different existence from ordinary people in Yushui Street, he is a loner, at first he does not deal with everyone in Yushui Street, and even after Mr. Jiaoshu opened a private school in a cabin, he is still alone.

Whether it was windy or rainy, the teenager always kept his head down.

But the pace is always faster when going home, and the pace to the cabin is always a little heavier.

Maybe that's the case with all teenagers.

Although An Wu is used to being alone, he is still familiar with the "third brother" on Yushui Street, after all, they are in class together in the cabin, and the others are either like Zhiqiu and Mianzhi who are still working outside. Either like the others, they are still young and have not yet been sent to the cabin.

Therefore, today's An Wu still stayed with Ji Zhengyi.

He knew that Mr. Wen was a little angry.

He didn't know why he was angry, but he saw that Mr. Wen had released the hall early today.

This is the first time in two years that Mr. Wen has been released early.

The rain was still falling outside the window, and there were only three people in the cabin.

Mr. Teach sat upright, holding the book in his hand, did not speak, his back was slightly hunched, I don't know if it was because of his poor health, he was always prone to coughing on rainy days.

There were three people in the room, but it seemed very lonely. Especially with the coughing sound of Mr. Teach.

Ji Zhengyi didn't know why, and was a little flustered. He was afraid that Mr. Wen would not say a word like this, and he remembered that the last time Mr. Wen looked like this, it was when he met Mr. for the first time.

Two years ago, Mr. Wen seemed to have a straight back, holding a black umbrella in his hand, but it was tattered and had a Hezhou accent. But the most striking thing is the small bookcase behind him, which is heavy, with at least dozens of books.

That year, except for Mian Zhi and Zhiqiu, who were slightly older, the rest of the children were less than ten years old. Every day, I was busy either digging birds' nests or catching fish. The children are headed by Ye Qi of the sixth household, and they are naughty and mischievous and "do all kinds of evil". Yuan Hao, who is in the fourth household, was grounded by his parents a lot of times, and he was not allowed to fool around with Ye Qi. An Wu of the fifth household was restless, and went out to fight with Ye Qi in pairs all day long. The only girl on Yushui Street, the seventh household, Xi An'an, is quite peaceful, but it is too quiet.

And only Ji Zhengyi, who doesn't say a word all day long, loves to run the bookstore, although he doesn't know a single big word, but he always recognizes some of the paintings in the book. He has seen a lot of diagrams of boxing, legs, Taoism and the like.

It's a pity that Ji Zhengyi can't learn anything, he has a poor body since he was a child, and he has no chance of punching or legs.

And Ye Qi is also well-known in the south of the city. Since I was a child, I often took these children in the south of the city to wander around, and it wasn't until I reluctantly came back from outside that I relented a little. Before Mian Zhi came back, he often took the children on Yushui Street and often fought with the vegetable market next door, but he couldn't beat it.

So one night he hid from all the children, and went out of the house by himself, and came to the yard of another rival, shouting for the child to come out and fight alone.

As a result, the fight didn't hit, and the rival was beaten half to death by his parents.

Later, everyone only knew that he never went to the vegetable market again.

The conditions in Ye Qi's house are slightly better than other children's homes on Yushui Street, his father is a langzhong, and he opened a small pharmacy in the family, originally he lived in the next state, but because Ye Qi's mother was seriously ill, the family's savings were exhausted, so his father moved into Yushui Street when Ye Qi was two years old in order to live. Ye Qi's family is also a native of Yushui Street.

However, Ye Qi seems to be impulsive and angry, in fact, he is quite deep in the city, he has an almost natural intuition, he knows which person seems to be kind and which person is not very easy to talk to. For example, when Mr. Wen came to Yushui Street that year, he was usually sure that no matter what, he would have to talk to people.

But that day, he saw that Mr. Wen didn't say a word.

Later, Ye Qi became the only person on Yushui Street who refused to go to the cabin to study.

Even the youngest seventh seat was empty, clamoring to go to the cabin in another year to study. Ji Zhengyi's thoughts drifted far, and he suddenly remembered why Ye Qi, who had always been good at dealing with people, was reluctant to come to the cabin.

It turned out that he had long known that Mr. Wen was not easy to get along with.

Yes, I knew it from the first day Mr. Wen came.

Perhaps, I, Ji Zhengyi, knew a little later? I knew that I couldn't do it, but I wanted to do it.

Knowing that Mr. Wen didn't want to hear that answer, he still said that answer.

Perhaps, I will give my first answer.

Mr. Wen will be happy, right?

The astronomical gentleman was the last to leave the cabin, without taking his black umbrella. Just like that, I got drenched all the way home in the rain.

Just a little shaky when I walked.

Mr. Wen drank alcohol that day, the first time in two years.

He said he didn't say anything drunk, he was telling the truth.

"What a gentleman is unreserved... I didn't argue, so I'm here. ”

"Indisputable... Don't argue, what do all the things in the world have to do with me?"

"But I still want to fight..."

On this day, Mr. Wen was drunk and looked at the sword, but unfortunately he didn't dream of blowing the horn company.

He used the black umbrella as a sword, and the sword was drawn seven hundred and forty-nine times.

The sword has a sense of resentment, and there is also a hint of drunkenness.