Confucianism is a way to start, and the beginning cannot be examined.

Thousands of years ago, the great sage Fang Yuheng was familiar with the hundred scriptures, created a vein of Mingde, cultivated himself and was in the heart of the heart hall, led the Confucians to open the ancient road of virtue and style, and recruited disciples. In the following hundreds of years, the Defeng Ancient Road was divided into Renyu Mingsheng, a Spring and Autumn Period, Wenfeng Valley, Yide Xitian and other branches, ranking in the southeast, northwest and northwest. Nowadays, there are many Confucian veins in Wulin from here.

Among them, there are also Southeast Fuyan. Fu people, faith also. Du Chunqiu Nawei said the righteousness, tested the thousand-year-old history, took history as a mirror, took the ancient times as a mirror, was dressed up, walked the royal road, collected more than 100 strategies and sages to legacy, and became the Spring and Autumn Ten. Fuyan Mountain then became a vein of its own, famous in the Spring and Autumn Period, based on benevolence and virtue, and practiced the way of education. At its peak, Fu Yan was once praised for Confucianism along with Xuehai Wuyan.

Spring and Autumn Period, the great sect of etiquette and righteousness; Make up for the abolition, and the king is also the greatest.

But the good times are no more, the hardships and disputes are endless, and the royal road is difficult to do. Although there are amazing talents, they do not have the wisdom of the Lord of Words. The talent withered, and finally no longer flourished, until now, the master of Fu Yan has re-entered the martial arts!

In Du Fanglin's view, he did not intend to take the name of Spring and Autumn.

The history of the Bitterness bears only some resemblance to the world before the traversal. Although there are weekly rites here, there is no spring and autumn; Between the staggered forces, there are few dynastic narratives, and the great sages are mostly scattered as legends. He and another friend searched for a feasible way between the books, and before they knew it, they had become ten books in the Spring and Autumn Period. There is no history of suffering, but there are spring and autumn periods, and fortunately, although the friend is surnamed Kong, he is not named Kongqiu.

Since then, Fuyan Mountain has been based on Confucianism in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the martial arts cultivated by Du Fanglin have also brought their own style. It is equivalent to breaking away from the Defeng Ancient Road, but the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord has never admitted this, has not forgotten his teacher, and often has contacts with the Defeng Ancient Road.

After being hypnotized by the sound of the piano, Du Fanglin slept unsteadily. Looking back on the history of Confucianism, it was interrupted by the sound of the piano, and then I learned martial arts, and I felt a faint headache.

After tossing and turning, looking back, he had stepped on a peach path sprinkled with peach blossoms.

At the foot of the South Mountain, the chrysanthemum fence courtyard.

There are wise men who drink turbid wine and hoe to enjoy themselves. Zhengyang red chaotic cloud wall, spring time; Wuling also misses the mountains and rivers far away, and there is nowhere to find it, only ink and fragrance.

According to the water, the clothes are shining, and the traces of the virtuous are idle.

Du Fanglin was brushing the dust of his sleeves, then bowed down and asked: Since there is a peach source, why live in Juju?

Tao Yuanming glanced at him, raised his hand to pour himself, and sneered: The peach is light and the chrysanthemum is clean, why abandon the chrysanthemum and become a peach? I love peach blossoms all my life, and I feel that peach blossoms are the most beautiful. The Confucian is angry, and the corpse is thousands of miles away! Spring blossoms and autumn fruits, how can there be autumn chrysanthemums without spring! The master of the Spring and Autumn inkstone slapped the dust in front of the case to death with one palm, rolled up his sleeves, propped up his elbows, and started a debate between spring and autumn with the sages in his dream, his lips and tongue rolled, and his spit flew horizontally......

Outside the secluded bamboo house.

Cui Luohan couldn't help but pick up the strings with one finger and frowned, very troubled by what Du Fanglin was experiencing in his dream. Could it be that the war has risen again over the years, and the memories are unbearable?

The jade hand raised his sleeves with nine needles and carried the xylophone and the sword together, hesitated for a moment, and waved his hand to set up a formation to close the bamboo forest here.

Cuiluo hurriedly returned to the secluded autumn water within half a day, and turned into a ray of light and landed in another secluded bamboo forest in the east of the bitter realm.

It is also a bamboo forest, and the secluded autumn water is adjacent to the stream in the west, except for the exotic flowers and plants everywhere, it is three points similar to the temporary foothold environment previously chosen by the Confucians.

Cuiluo was stunned for a moment, and the righteous sister Shuang Yefei was already walking towards her.

Shuang Yefei is a woman who likes to be dressed in blue and has a demure face, and her intestines are turning, and at a glance, she found that the righteous sister who took her in was not in the right mood, "Third sister, your trip is smooth, this piano is ......"

Cutting wood to make the piano, the wood grain is still there, the silk is an extraordinary treasure, but after all, it is too simple, can not withstand the jade hand nine needles repeated urging, has cracks. This look is too far from the Liangqin that Cui Luohan usually uses.

"This is a gift from the deceased." Cui Luohan untied the xylophone and handed it to Frost Yefei, "Sister Frost will put this piano between the peach springs." I have made a covenant with someone, and I will return in a few days. Raising her sleeves and turning around Liang Qin into her arms, the beautiful woman in pink turned into light and left again.

Frost Yefei wanted to speak and stopped, there was no beauty in sight, he thought about it, and reluctantly picked up the xylophone, "Between Taoyuan, is that person again?" ”

In the depths of the secluded fence, there is a small courtyard with a bamboo hedge.

The courtyard is always kept clean, and the bird cage is picked on the peach tree and the oblique branches. On the stone table, there is a porcelain vase, which is offered with water to not thank the peach blossoms, and the green leaves are spitting and grinding, and the fragrance is infinite.

Half a volume of spring and autumn, a good pen, a few peaches, and now there is another xylophone. Frost Ye Fei couldn't help but meditate on his eyes, and shook his head slightly, "These two ...... Ay. ”

In the bamboo hut, Cui Luohan played the Liangqin again.

The sound of the piano resumes.

Du Fanglin, who was sleeping in a cool bamboo house, gradually stabilized between his eyebrows, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. He subconsciously felt that his situation was not very proper at this time, and he intended to seal his divine consciousness into the depths of his memory, but unexpectedly he had a big quarrel with the sages, and he was inadvertently angry and hateful, physically and mentally exhausted.

The sound of the piano around the beam is peaceful, and when the four times are adjusted, the meridians are combined.

The familiar atmosphere outside the bamboo house is like a spring breeze, and the scene in the dream changes unconsciously. What appeared in front of Du Fanglin's eyes this time was an elegant lyricist in bamboo cane and light clothes, facing the mountains and deep valleys, caressing the fine leaves between the stones:

Pine, bamboo, cui and luo are cold, and the rivers and mountains are twilight. No one is alone in the hidden path, who is the one to sue for this hatred? It seems to be a total of plum blossoms, and there are still couples.

When you smell it, you don't want to smell it, and the fragrance is in the unintentional place.

If not, why not?

Even if it is intentional, it seems to be unintentional.

Du Fanglin let go of the orchid between his fingers, got up in front of the cliff, and looked into the depths of the country. He is not a ruthless man, and he always does ruthless things. The Spring and Autumn inkstone master is no longer young at that time, and the Fuyan Mountain at this time is no better than the secluded autumn water, how can the people who cross the world provoke the sea?

Fuyan Mountain.

Deep in the stone steps, peach blossoms are everywhere. In one day, Fang Fei thanked three times, and it was red and chaotic everywhere, and it was a strange scene. But such a view made the guests from afar move their brows slightly.

Traveling from afar, he heard the news and left the rivers and lakes for the time being, and set foot on Fuyan Mountain to visit the deceased's Confucian scholar with black hair and white clothes, slanting the ancient sword, and raising his eyebrows freely: "He is often like this?" Si Wei, who had run away from home for many years on Defeng Ancient Road, and Du Fanglin's friend who used to practice swordsmanship, Yi Tianfeng Lingyun forgot to turn around and face the red-haired young man who was a whole head shorter next to him, and swallowed ink, and sighed very emotionally, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have changed a lot." ”

The red carp is the spirit body of Fuyan Mountain that once sacrificed his life. The mountain spirit was reborn and achieved a demon body, although it has aura, but it has blurred the past.

"I forgot." Yu Swallow Mo looked depressed, "Spring and Autumn go out to play by yourself, don't take me." ”

"Oh." Yun Wanggui thought about it, the so-called going out to play is to can't stop the peach blossoms blooming and thanking, thanking and blooming?

"The ink pool behind the mountain has an ominous atmosphere, and there seems to be a lot of evil peeping recently." Yun Wanggui raised his hand to rub his red hair, and retreated after the young man's teeth bared, "Do you have a way to find the whereabouts of Spring and Autumn?" ”

It's not a good thing to go on like this. Yun Wanggui also came out to "play", and it is impossible to stay in Fuyan Mountain all the time. The ability to swallow ink is insufficient, and it is just a fantasy world, not a solution.

"No, you can't." Yu Swallowing Mo held the pen in both hands, looking very upright, and his tone changed, "I can take you to Shizun." A strange light flashed in the eyes of the red-haired young man, he couldn't take the initiative to find Du Fanglin, but he could lead people to Chenliumeng's side in a roundabout way.

Before that, he had only heard of the name of the tamed evil spirit, and Yun Wanggui was interested: "Okay." ”

I didn't know that there would be a friend who would bring the message of the long-lost Defeng Ancient Road.

In the bamboo forest over there, a sudden gust of wind blew open the bamboo curtain of the hut. After a pause around the sound of the Liang Qin, Cui Luohan's figure flashed, and she was already standing in front of the bamboo collapse, facing the wild brother who suddenly broke in.

"He's not awake yet?"

Shower Yusheng was still in sharp shape, and folded his hands, "I'm afraid I'm going to get into big trouble this time." When exactly did he wake up? ”

"What's the matter?"

Cui Luohan didn't answer, but asked, "Did you bring outsiders in?" ”

Shower sighed and smiled wryly. The golden rain outside the house was sprinkled, and the poem came, "I have a good dream of wandering immortals, let it be cold and pine...... "provoked the very gentleman, and now I can't get rid of it, what should I do next?" Du Chunqiu, in order to avoid trouble, you must not choose to open your eyes at this time!

"Jue-kun." Shower Yusheng raised his voice outward, "My friend can't wake up from a deep sleep, what can I do!" ”