A place in the market, suitable for refining the heart.

Guo Yang, who squatted like a big horse monkey, was actually practicing the exercises passed on to him by his father Guo Coppersmith.

What is the name of this exercise, Guo Coppersmith didn't say, and Guo Yang didn't ask. Some things, just go with the flow, there is no need to rap, this is another "exercise" taught by Guo Coppersmith to Guo Yang.

In the market, people come and go, bustling, noisy, and it is difficult to calm people's minds.

Especially for those who set up stalls, they have to deal with all kinds of customers from time to time, their faces cannot be bitter, their mouths cannot be dry, their tongues must be straightened, their appearance must be correct, and their words must count, which are all summed up by Wang Hai, the sixth generation ancestor of businessmen.

"Losing the country and losing the land, this is the beginning of the big business."

Guo Coppersmith's words were clueless, which made Guo Yang ponder for many days, but he was never able to comprehend. However, he is still very serious about practicing knives, setting up stalls, and cultivating very seriously.

In addition to doing everything in front of him seriously, Guo Yang has no other way out.

As a recalcitrant citizen, he is not eligible to choose.

The exercises taught by Guo Coppersmith are very peculiar, not the kind of cross-legged meditation and spitting and carrying that Guo Yang has heard, nor is it the way of Shinto, which slaughters living beings to sacrifice to ghosts and gods. Rather, like the three knife techniques, it is practiced with a series of movements, which is somewhat similar to the Tai Chi, yoga or Wufowl opera, which were widely spread in later generations.

Of course, these are all things in the future, and Guo Yang doesn't know about them. He squatted like a big horse monkey and remained motionless, which was actually one of his exercises.

In the bustling market of Lijiamen Village, no one has ever noticed Guo Yang's abnormality, but someone laughs at it from time to time.

Guo Yang's cultivation is progressing rapidly, but the bronze utensils can't be sold, for Guo Yang himself, it doesn't matter, anyway, it's normal to have gains and losses.

But Guo Coppersmith didn't think so, and he called out to Guo Yang, who was about to go out, one evening.

"How many bronzes have been sold lately?"

"Three...... A piece of Jue, a piece of Hu. ”

"That's all?"

"yes, they ......"

"Don't explain. I don't want you to be the most unproductive man in the family. ”

After Guo Coppersmith finished speaking lightly, he turned around and walked into the hut, picked up a bowl of water, and drank it slowly.

Guo Yang stood a little helpless for a while, and then went out.

He walked to a low hill in the west of the village, found a low-lying place, and lay on the shallow grass, with his head resting on his arms, watching the sunset like fire.

Through the gaps in the blades of grass, he could see Lijiamen Village, which had just been built, and was already badly damaged. Even, if you look far away, you can see that a new big city on the other side of the river has begun to take shape, black and swarthy, like a huge monster.

Guo Yang always felt that the big city was a little ill-intentioned.

In the distance, where heaven and earth meet, at this moment, soaked in the afterglow of the setting sun, a long and tragic wound was formed.

Guo Yang thought about it for a while and felt really bored.

The recalcitrant people were bored, but they always found their own amusement, drinking, playing dice, gambling, whipping cattle and slaves who were even more despicable than the recalcitrant people, and so on.

Guo Yang couldn't find his own fun.

Practicing knives, cultivating, and setting up stalls don't seem to be of much use. Anyway, it's a business relic, unless you ...... Escape from Luoyi and die in the world!

This inexplicable impulse tormented him for a long time, making him prefer to be alone more and more. Even, on several occasions, when he was cultivating while setting up a stall, he even wanted to flip over the small stall in front of him and walk away.

Guo Yang insisted that it wouldn't be long before the entire Luoyi would rot by itself without the surveillance of the Zhou people's soldiers, and it would be so rotten that it would be out of control.

The breath of the declining dynasty is like a chronic plague, permeating the entire Luoyi City, eroding the hearts of every recalcitrant citizen.

There, almost all the recalcitrant people of the merchant are squandering the last bit of wealth and dignity, but they want to put on the face of royal blood relatives, and whip the whip in their hands at those who are more humble than themselves, and livestock.

Guo Yang even thought that if he learned Zimao, Ran Sizhi and the like, and went to the Zhou people with all his heart, it might be a way out.

However, this filthy and depraved idea was quickly dispelled by Guo Yang. After all, he is also a descendant of Xuanniao, and after the Minister of Dragon Control, even if he finds another way, he should not cooperate with those Zhou people who have mastered knives and whips.

Through his master and father, he embraced many different ideas, and he was also meditating, trying to find a way for the recalcitrant people to live. Moreover, this road cannot be in the shadow of humiliation and whipping for a long time!

Guo Yang plucked a piece of grass casually, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, just like a sheep.

"If I keep going like this, I'll become a sheep sooner or later."

Guo Yang smiled bitterly, and complained a little about his father, Guo Coppersmith, Guo Lu, the dragon master of the first king.

"If, at that time, I was named Guo Long, Guo Hu or Guo Wolf, it would be better than this Guo Yang! Even, just call me Guo Ma, Guo Tian, Guo Yun, Guo Worm, Guo Shi, Guo Who, Guo Belly, as long as it's not Guo Yang waiting for a knife to cut his throat! ”

Of course, this is just his childish thoughts.

Deep down, he still hopes that he is Guo Yang, just like his father Guo Coppersmith said, to be a quiet, docile, auspicious and rich Guo Yang.

He didn't want to be the most unproductive man in the family, but he was indeed the most unproductive man at the moment.

Guo Yang sighed, began to clean up his somewhat messy thoughts, and seriously considered how to live in the future.

It was dark and the sky was high.

The sky is full of stars like some mysterious eyes, looking down on the earth.

Do these orderly stars know that there was once a kingdom called Shang on this earth? This country, inherited from a mysterious blackbird, has a history of thousands of years, and has had great ancestors such as Qi, Hai, and Shangjiawei, as well as holy lords like Wuding, and similarly, there have been kings like Dixin.

This country began as a wilderness, flourished in commerce, and finally lost in extravagance.

Strength that makes a person swell.

What about wealth? Will it swell a family, a kingdom?

Master is right, the great merchants prospered in the rich country of commerce and trade, conquered the princes, but at the same time they were defeated by the accumulation of too much wealth, which caused the mentality of the royal blood relatives to swell, and began hundreds of years of reckless military and erosive luxury. In the end, the Huanghuang Great Shang let another Zhou, which started from the wilderness and flourished in the Heavenly Dao, be destroyed.

And just when the Zhou army was running for a long time to Chaoge, our king, Di Xin, the king who was defiled by the Zhou people, was still quelling the Dongyi Rebellion and could not get out.

So, if the Zhou people are still the same, following in the footsteps of the merchants, reckless in military force, erosive and extravagant, and only knowing how to worship the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth but not knowing the livelihood of the people, will they not be able to get rid of the fate of being destroyed?

Where is the homeland?

The sky is long, and the people are so difficult!

Master once groaned like this, and wept with sorrow.

What about my Guo Yang?

Should...... Go?