"Who?" The voice outside the door was also a little old, but Li Zisheng was more familiar with it, it was his mentor neighbor Lin Bo.

"Limber, it's me, Zisheng." Li Zisheng came out of the house.

"Ao, it's Zisheng who is here, why did you come back to the old mansion today?"

"Some things are about to leave, and some miss the teacher, so come and see the teacher's house." Li Zisheng glanced back at the room he was very familiar with, Cheng Fuzi's voice and smile, and the appearance of the professor seemed to be portrayed in the room.

"By the way, a few days ago, someone sent back a box, saying that if you come here, let me give this box to you, if you don't come, I will destroy it." Limber finished saying that he went back to his house to get the box.

Li Zisheng waited quietly, thinking about what the box was meant for him. But meditating hard, knowing that he was in his teacher's old house, and knowing that he was about to leave and might return to this place, these two points alone have proved that the person who delivered the box is extraordinary.

"Little Sage, here you go, this is the letter on the box." Lin Bo directly handed Li Zisheng a note, and a box.

"Thank you, Limber." Li Zisheng took the box and the letter, and asked Lin Bo to take good care of his teacher's old mansion.

One night, Li Zisheng simply cleaned the old house, sorted out the teacher's collection of classics, etc., and then left alone, preparing to go back to the academy.

It took an hour to get to the academy, and the carriage hired by Li Zisheng was galloping on the road.

Li Zisheng didn't open the box directly, opened the letter in his hand, Li Zisheng looked at the four words Zisheng Daqi on the letter, and couldn't feel whose font it was, he had definitely never seen it before.

"I gave birth to a saint, in March, the swallow song of the warbler, I must be full of energy.

After a month, it is very deep. The gentleman said: You can't learn.

Yu was a keen learner when he was young. The family is poor, there is no way to read the book, every time he borrows it in the house of the book collection, he writes it by hand, and he returns it every day.

The sky is cold, the inkstone is hard, the fingers cannot be bent and stretched, and the Buddha is sluggish. After the recording, I sent it away, and I didn't dare to exceed the appointment. Because there are many people who leave books, they have to read all the books.

Not only crowned, the way of the sages, but also suffering from no inkstone, celebrities and travel, taste hundreds of miles away, from the township of the first to the scriptures to ask.

The first Da Delong Wangzun, the disciples of the disciples filled his room, and did not taste a little resignation. Yu stood left and right, doubting the reasoning, leaning over and leaning in to please; or when he encounters his aggressiveness, the more respectful he is, the more polite he is, and he doesn't dare to say a word; If he is pleased, he will be pleased. Therefore, although Yu is stupid, he has heard of it.

When Yu Zhi was a teacher, he was dragged and dragged in the deep mountains and valleys, with strong winds in the poor winter, heavy snow several feet deep, and chapped feet without knowing.

Although he is old and has not achieved anything, he is fortunate to be among the gentlemen, and he inherits the favor of the Son of Heaven, after the minister, the Japanese waiter sits in the advisor, and the four seas also falsely call his name, and the talent is too much?

If the karma is not refined, the virtue is not successful, and the humility of the nature is not good, then the heart is not as good as the rest of the ear, how can it be the fault of others!

I only hope that my son will take this as a borrowing, face life and ear mention, know in the heart, micro things in the box, three words of persuasion, every time the heart is lazy, one of them can be dismantled.

Photo by Fu Weizhen. It's hard to pray. The sea and the sky are in sight, and it is not too late. Take care of yourself and pray for what you want.

The book is in a hurry, and it is not exhaustive. ”

"It turned out to be a letter of persuasion from the teacher."

This is something Li Zisheng never expected, and Li Zisheng continued to read the letter many times, but there was nothing special about it.

"That's not right."

At this time, Li Zisheng was not in a hurry to open the box, and the teacher did not explain what was in the box, but he left a word, so that he could only open it when he was tired.

In particular, this persuasion was written in a bit hastily, and his teacher regarded etiquette and learning as more important than his own life. Such a hasty writing is somewhat contrary to the style of his mentor.

There are only two possibilities, one is that it is not written by his own teacher, but the handwriting in the letter is different from the belief, and the content of the letter is indeed the handwriting of his own teacher, which Li Zisheng is very sure of, and the second situation is that his teacher has no time to write anything else, or he can't write anything else.

After Li Zisheng thought about it, his head was a little painful, and the probability of this second situation was extremely high.

But what is the purpose of such a letter of persuasion from his teacher so suddenly? And who does the handwriting on the envelope belong to?

A cloud of fog, this is Li Zisheng's most intuitive feeling at the moment, but Li Zisheng has a particularly strong intuition that the death of his mentor must be related to these letters and the contents of the box.

And the people who assassinated their mentor must have seen the letter and the box, and they didn't know the meaning, so they waited for themselves to get it and let themselves unravel the meaning, so this is the most reasonable explanation.

If this is the case, he must have been monitored, and his every move is directly exposed to the eyes of people in the shadows.

Li Zisheng was suddenly terrified, Li Zisheng couldn't figure out why these things fell on his head, but Li Zisheng knew that the other party would never give him a chance to complain and shirk.

For the sake of today's plan, only when the things assigned by the military god are completed, I am afraid that I and my family will be blessed, and the enmity of my mentor can be repaid.

Li Zisheng didn't open the box from beginning to end, because Li Zisheng knew that his teacher would never be untargeted, and according to his teacher's explanation, this was not the time to open it.

Hui Lok College

As usual, there are stalls at the entrance of the academy, and there is an endless stream of cars and pedestrians, but in the academy, it is completely different, students communicate, and martial artists practice.

Li Zisheng deliberately avoided everyone and returned to his dormitory, before leaving, his teacher had handed him three books for himself to keep, and at that time he also noticed that it was three ordinary biographical books, and he only regarded them as ordinary books, and did not care about them, and put them in the books he borrowed and transcribed in the academy library.

At this time, recalling the sound that the teacher had allowed himself to preserve, he suddenly realized the unusual features of these three books.

Originally, I didn't think about it, but a letter from my teacher to persuade me to learn made me remember it immediately. Therefore, the purpose of returning to the academy is to retrieve these three books.

According to his own guess, he seems to have been monitored, so if he only takes these three books, I am afraid that it will arouse suspicion, so in Li Zisheng's cloth bag, in addition to the two brushes, there are also several four or five books transcribed by Li Zisheng himself, mixed with his own three, so that it can hide people's eyes and ears.

It was another day in a hurry, and at this time, it was approaching the three-day period, so he finished packing up, took all his broken silver, put a cloth bag on his back, and left the academy and went straight back to the music camp.

"Confucius, when Li Zisheng left, there was nothing special, just a few books of study, two old brushes, and a little broken silver." In the main room of the academy, the supervisor reported Li Zisheng's condition with a flattering face.