On a rugged path, two men in Confucian shirts with swords hanging from their waists walked together.

Strangely, one of them walked with his eyes closed, but he never staggered.

"Master, it's all because the student's realm is low, and he can't fly with the sword, so you can only walk with me. ”

The young man had long been accustomed to Master's habit of walking with his eyes closed, but the thought of Master following him to suffer made him feel very guilty.

"Don't get in the way, whether it's on foot, or on foot, don't delay reading poetry for the teacher. ”

It turns out that when middle-aged people walk with their eyes closed, they have always memorized the classic articles of Confucianism in their hearts, and they have never slackened in the slightest.

At this time, his mind was interrupted by his apprentice, so he opened his eyes and said, "Hengzhi, although our Shujian Sect is mainly based on the cultivation realm, our knowledge cannot be left behind. When the teacher changed your name to Hengzhi, he hoped that you could persevere and grow in the matter of learning, and not be burdened by external things. ”

A young Confucian named Zhang Hengzhi humbly replied: "The student understands. ”

The sun was scorching, and both sides of the road were filled with the sound of cicadas chirping one after another.

Zhang Hengzhi took advantage of the fact that the master did not close his eyes and endorsed, and asked him many incomprehensible points in the sage's articles.

The middle-aged man is worthy of being one of the seventy-two sages of Confucianism, and he opened his mouth to quote from the side, explaining the great principles in the book very thoroughly, and finally introducing the other truths in the book to his disciples.

After Zhang Hengzhi listened, he admired his master more and more.

Before they knew it, the two of them had traveled four or five miles, and the previous rugged path had finally become smooth.

Zhang Hengzhi looked at the curling smoke rising in the distance, and his mood suddenly improved.

He has lived in the rich family of Zhong Ming Dingshi since he was a child, but he has always longed for the idyllic life in the countryside.

It's just that when the two passed by a farmhouse, they suddenly saw an infuriating scene.

It turned out that there was an idle gangster who always went to the town to gamble on weekdays, but now that he had lost all his money, he went home and asked his parents for money.

The old couple, who were nearly half a hundred years old, of course would not give the money to this rebel, but they didn't expect that gangster to have red eyes and start beating his parents.

I saw a lot of neighbors surrounding the door, but no one dared to care.

No way, who let this gangster usually do too many bad things, such as smashing the window of the widow's house in the middle of the night, stealing the woman's underwear and other pickled things, I can't count them.

These people were afraid of getting angry, so they could only stare at the villain.

After Zhang Hengzhi saw it, he trembled with anger, and he wanted to slap that shameless beast to death.

The middle-aged scholar whose real name is Lu Jianping turned his head to look at Zhang Hengzhi and asked, "If the road is flat, what if the road is uneven?"

I saw Zhang Hengzhi roll up his sleeves and replied without hesitation: "Fuck it!"

After a while, the gangster who didn't do his job all day was directly beaten into a pig's head by Zhang Hengzhi.

The neighbors who watched the bustle around suddenly felt very happy, and they all applauded.

The thug estimated that he would be beaten less, and he didn't even react for a while.

When he saw that the person who beat him was a thin scholar, he began to use all kinds of foul language and threats against Zhang Hengzhi.

But Zhang Hengzhi turned a deaf ear, and just beat this unfilial son to death, leaving no mercy.

The thug saw that he was ruthless, and finally began to admit it, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy: "The hero spares his life, the hero spares his life." ”

Zhang Hengzhi stopped his fist and shouted coldly: "You shouldn't kneel me, you should kneel your parents, if you can make the two old people forgive you, I will let you go, if not, then don't blame me for being too heavy." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Hengzhi clenched his fist hard, and suddenly there was a crackling sound of popping beans.

The little gangster was so frightened that he trembled all over, and quickly crawled to his parents on his knees, and kept kowtowing: "Daddy, the child knows that he is wrong, please forgive him." ”

The old man with gray hair supported his wife with one hand, and pointed to the rebel with the other hand and asked, "Will you gamble in the future?"

"No more betting, no more betting. ”

"What if you become addicted to gambling in the future?"

The thug got up and swore, "If you gamble again, the child will be thundered five times a day, and he will not die well." ”

The old man looked at the unscrupulous descendant in front of him, sighed, waved his hand, and said, "Get up." ”

Hearing that his father forgave him, the little gangster still didn't dare to get up, but turned his head to look at Zhang Hengzhi.

Zhang Hengzhi said lightly: "There are gods three feet above your head, people can be bullied, and the sky cannot be bullied, I hope you can remember the poisonous oath you made." ”

After being beaten fatly, the thug finally realized that he had lost his way, kowtowed to the young scholar, and said gratefully, "Thank you, sir, for teaching." ”

"The prodigal son doesn't change his money, so you can do it yourself. ”

After Zhang Hengzhi finished saying this, he turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

After leaving the village for a few miles, Lu Jianping smiled and asked his student, "How do you feel?"

This Confucian sage was naturally not asking him what it was like to beat people.

Instead, he was asking him what he had realized from what had just happened.

Zhang Hengzhi pondered for a moment and replied: "Some truths should not be just said with words, but done with practical actions. ”

Lu Jianping stroked his palms and laughed: "It is worthy of my most proud student of Lu Jianping, let's go, let's go to Zhenlong Mountain and use the method you just realized to reason." ”

I saw him take out the saber at his waist and throw it into the air, and the saber was good in the wind, and soon turned into a flying sword more than a zhang long.

At this time, the flying sword floated steadily in mid-air, like a floating boat.

Before Zhang Hengzhi could react, he was directly pulled by his sleeve and jumped onto the flying sword.

"Let's go!"

With Lu Jianping's whisper, the flying sword seemed to have spirituality, and it was hundreds of miles away in an instant.

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After lunch, Chongyang sat alone in the gazebo and enjoyed the scenery of the back mountain.

In the ten years since he went down the mountain, Chongyang has visited countless famous mountains, but in his heart, only Zhenlong Mountain is the most beautiful one in the world.

Outside the gazebo, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the breeze is gusting.

Chongyang gently exhaled a breath of turbid air and began to close his eyes to recuperate.

After half a pillar of incense, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the eastern sky, and muttered, "It's finally here." ”

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Zhang Hengzhi was still experiencing the flying of the sword for the first time, and he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to open his eyes.

After a few moments, the whistling wind finally stopped in his ears, and he opened his eyes with courage.

I saw that under my feet was a mountain shaped like a winding dragon.

It turns out that this is Zhenlong Mountain.

It's good, it's amazing.

Zhang Hengzhi swallowed his saliva and asked out loud, "Master, what are we going to do next?"

I saw Lu Jianping's stomach full of anger, and said loudly towards the main peak of Zhenlong Mountain: "Shu Jian Sect Lu Jianping, come and ask for the sword!"