The horns were painless and unaltered, and he quickly put the matter behind him.

At that time, Jia Gu Heng had a lot of more interesting things to do - in the process of constantly snatching his name, he actually relied on this little word to build a zero impression of the hundred schools of thought.

Once this fire of curiosity was ignited, it was out of control.

During the day, he sneaked into a private school and listened to the master's enlightenment with his child.

At night, he slept in the pavilions of the scriptures in various places and began to read books from simple to complex. When he encountered the difficult part, he didn't dare to ask Defect Ying - he couldn't say why himself, and he always felt that Mr. Defect seemed to be quite concerned about this when he told him Wen Jie Zi in the past.

For the first time in his life, he tied his hair in a crown, wrapped the horns in front of his forehead with a soft veil as a veil, and took strips of air-dried meat to meet the elderly teacher in the private school.

When the old man first saw him, he was startled by his beastly eyes, but when he saw that he was honest and persistent, and did not seem to have any ill intentions, he tried to talk to him, and in a few words realized that there was no one in front of him.

However, the old gentleman thought of goodness, thinking of the sage's teachings of "teaching without class", he still took over this student, he often pointed out his homework for Jiagu Heng in the middle of the night, starting from reading sentences, and then slowly lecturing history and scriptures to him.

During that time, Jia Gu Heng completely put aside the pleasure of searching for names, and even completed some of the tasks given to him by Defective Ying.

He reversed his work and rest, read in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion during the day, and went to the master's house at night to ask for advice, and all the time was devoted to the scrolls, and he read the history of the rise and fall of the dynasty with fascination.

Day after day, he learned rapidly, and the texts he usually dabbled in were far beyond what the Master knew.

He became more and more like a man, more and more polite, but at the same time, the horns on his head became harder and harder.

He looked up at his master, and although this old man was only about to live for a lifetime, he had a pair of eyes that saw the world through.

One evening, he happened to look through a collection of letters, during which Tai Shiling wrote in a long letter to a friend, "People are inherently dead, death is heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather", turned a page, and saw that "the ancients were rich and famous, and they could not be remembered, but they were only known as very good people."

He read the letter several times, his eyes straightened, and a awe-inspiring heat suddenly rose in his heart—

Maybe it's because death is so far away from him, and he has never thought about life and death!

He had no parents, no name, and when Mr. Defect subjugated him in the Realm of the Sun, he followed him to Middle-earth—but his heart never swelled with loyalty or love...... Or the idea of being willing to die for someone, for a certain belief.

Four thousand years - the world has been a sea of vicissitudes, countless rains and winds have blown away, but here he is, it has always been just a lazy hour in the afternoon.

For the first time, tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't help but abandon the book and run away, and ran to the mountains and wept alone.

Tears washed his eyes into crystal clear, and he re-examined his past life as if he were looking at a stranger who was dumbfounded and pale.

He looked up at the stars, and for the first time had the feeling that he was alive, about to live.

Everything in the old days is like a dilapidated and dangerous building crumbling, and in his enthusiasm like fire, a new life is taking place.

He imagined himself giving all his passion to a cause—even though he didn't know what it would be, he was already mad with joy.

For the first time, he comprehended the feeling of dying at night-

This is the snatching of eleven thousand names, and it cannot be compared to the supreme joy of the slightest!

He ran all the way to the master's house, eager to tell the old man what he had learned tonight, but a fire awaited him—and while he was weeping for his epiphany in the mountains, bandits poured out of his nest and swept away the village where the master was.

He searched in the fire all night, but could not find any trace of his master in the sea of corpses and fire.

The tongue of fire devoured his Confucian robe, a gift that the Master had given him as a reward for his hard work, but now it had been reduced to ashes with the fire of the world.

The retribution of good and evil was unusually swift under his control, and before dawn, the triumphant return of the mountain bandits was slaughtered on the top of his own mountain.

Many women who had just been caught up in the mountains took advantage of the chaos to escape and finally escaped.

In the midst of the flames, only one monster with horns on its forehead could be seen wreaking havoc.

After that fire, Jia Gu Heng could no longer pretend to be an ordinary person - perhaps because of the burning fire, or perhaps because of the rebellion of demons, his skin took on a terrifying gray-black color.

He had lived so long, but his mind was too young, and a heart that had just been burned was suddenly immersed in cold water, making him shake in an extreme way towards everything in front of him.

It was only then that he began to realize that people like Master were a very small number of beings in the world.

Those heroes and martyrs who sang generously and sadly in the history books are also like the stars twinkling in the night sky, although they seem to be many, but if they are placed in the crowd, they are like a drop in the ocean.

These dazzling sages bloomed with such brilliant sparks, how did the world treat them?

- Plunder! Bullying! Slaughter!

He looked coldly at the history books that had briefly set him on fire - among them, how many of the people who had made him cry and haunt his dreams ended up with a good death?

What happened to them...... It's mostly a scam of "seeking benevolence and getting benevolence".

However, these people still appeared one after another, trying again and again to turn the tide and help the building to collapse.

These people ...... What exactly is the picture?

Almost instantly, the original respect and love for people turned into disgust, sympathy, and incomprehension.

The "meaning of life" that he had just obtained was also overturned by himself in an instant.

Since then, he has been meditating day and night, coming into this world on his own...... What is it for?

What do you have to do to live?

During these years, he hibernate in Jinling, and wrote several letters, warning him not to touch the subset of scriptures and histories again, and not to think about those difficult and unanswered questions.

He himself gradually realized the dangers of doing so, and whenever he took a few steps deeper into the matter, his head hurt as if someone had pierced it with a steel nail.

However, even so, I can't help but not want to.

He continued to go to the sea of books without eating or drinking to find answers, and he also sneaked into the houses of some great Confucian at night, trying to get inspiration from them, but no one looked at him like the master.

People trembled, thinking that he did not understand anything, and tried to deal with him with some nonsense that had no nutrition at all, and he was often quoted from the scriptures, refuted with jaw-dropping, and died that night without any suspense.

The horns on the forehead became harder and harder.

He also found it again...... The thrill of killing.