Yang Yongding rode out all the way, and went to an acropolis only forty or fifty miles away from Jingyang City, saying that it was an acropolis, but it was only the size of the town, after all, the Western Regions of Great Qin and the Central Plains were different, and the prosperity was only in the city.

He is the son of a first-class wealthy family in the entire Western Regions, and at this time he seems to be a young scholar who knows books and keeps etiquette, and when he is still in the town, he takes the initiative to get out of the door, and only when the person in front of him passes through, he walks in unhurriedly.

Appearance, gentle and polite, if you see it, it is enough to make the fox friends who rode the road with him a few years ago, and then traveled to the Central Plains to stare out with two eyes, and then self-condemn Is it that he has been out for too long, Brother Ding finally suffocated his not very smart brain?

Yang Yongding obviously not the first time to come to this city, the people on the road took the initiative to greet him, he also responded kindly, all the way to the depths of the town, there was a small courtyard in the sound of reading aloud, Yang Yongding looked respectful, let go of the horses, after tidying up the clothes, he waited quietly outside.

It is hard to imagine that a few years ago, they were arrogant and domineering, and the children of the gentlemen who were robbing people on the street could do this at this time.

About an hour passed, the sound of reading stopped, and more than a dozen teenagers walked out of the room one after another, all of them saluted Yang Yongding in a polite manner, calling him senior brother, and he also returned the salute with a smile, and waited for the last person to leave, before he solemnly stepped forward and entered the inner room.

The decoration in the room is quite plain, and there is a middle-aged scholar in a long shirt sitting in the first few places on the top, looking down at a book, looking only in his early thirties, and his appearance is handsome, but what is more striking than his appearance is the calm temperament, like a quiet burning flame, which anyone can feel when he sees it.

On one side of the table is a long sword with a sheath, and on one side is a pen.

Confucian scholars sit in the middle.

With such an outstanding demeanor, it is no wonder that Yang Jinxian, a famous Qin general who once cut off the head of the rolling people, only slandered behind his back, and let his son run here all day long.

Otherwise, he would have been replaced by a swaggering charlatan warlock to fool his son, and he would be treated as close to his own father as his own, so he would have to run a few streets tied to a horsetail, give him half his life, and then throw him out of the city.

The fly in the ointment is that the left cuff of this scholar is empty and hangs down, and it turns out to be a crippled person, but neither this scholar nor Yang Yongding cares, the latter respectfully bows down and bows to the disciple.

The middle-aged scholar raised his head, his voice was flat, and said:

"Here, sit."

"Yes."

Yang Yongding respectfully responded, sat on one side, and continued to test his homework as always.

This scholar is full of poetry and books, and there are more scholars and scribes in the world who are full of poetry and books, and there are no more than 100,000 or not, but it is rare to have their own understanding of many scriptures, and they have opened a road to heaven in the classics of their ancestors.

There are some places that are very different from the ideas of the rest of the Confucian scholars, and they fall into the ears of those great Confucians of the time, and they rarely have a deviant title, but they do not say that they are right or that the rest of them are wrong.

Yang Yongding's scalp was numb in half an hour, but fortunately, he had not messed with those fox friends and dog friends during this time, and no matter the martial arts classics, he had made progress.

Although it was far from satisfying the unfathomable master in front of him, it was not too bad, and he was not beaten by the hand, but he also broke out in a cold sweat, and he felt far more frightened in his heart than in the face of his angry father.

Three years ago, when he was the most domineering, he only felt that the emperor of heaven and earth was far away, and the heaven of the Western Regions was his father and the brother who was destined to become the fierce general of Great Qin at birth pressed himself on the top of his head, and in addition, he was the biggest.

On that day, he went on a spring trip, but he almost cut off the head of the assassin, and the scholar happened to pass by, and he didn't plan to pay more attention to it, but those assassins wanted to kill more young men and girls who accidentally bumped into this matter, which angered the scholar.

A sword almost burned the heavens and the earth.

The assassin who had stepped on the peak of the Four Rank Realms and could be called a little grandmaster couldn't say half a sentence, so he simply swallowed his breath neatly.

No matter how stupid Yang Yongding was, he knew that he had met the peerless master mentioned in the Jianghu script, and he was pasted like a dog skin ointment, but he didn't kneel down and call his father. is more diligent and attentive than serving and pleasing those beauties, but I don't know how many times I have been kicked out of the door.

In the end, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year that I sent a bowl of medicinal porridge made by myself with the petals of many famous medicines, and I barely got in. In the heart of ecstasy, so far a few years, unconsciously has read a lot of books, his family tradition is not bad, after a body of internal qi dispersed to practice Confucianism is also very fast.

The method of cultivation seems to be the most basic Haoran Qi in Confucianism, but it is a little different, without that peaceful and elegant bearing, and the fierce and domineering place is not inferior to the secret legend of the soldiers.

Since Confucianism began 800 years ago, there have been two doctrines of kingship and hegemony, but in any case, it is generally a peaceful road, and the method of pure hegemony to this point does not need to be said to be only seen in life, or even heard of it.

If it was a Confucian child who was full of poetry and books in the Central Plains, he would definitely be shocked and uncertain, but Yang Yongding only thought that the master in front of him had created a martial art, which was not a big deal.

After taking the school exam, Yang Yongding got up and made tea with great eyesight.

Although he was a big man who felt hopeless when he saw him, he was not useless, and if he wanted to really win the favor of those sisters and sisters, he only had a straw bag with a dough.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not said to be proficient in everything, at least there must be a mastery, and the others must also be able to say some doorways, in addition, you must be able to say some heart-warming words, in order to make those quite arrogant Oiran beauties willing to be convinced.

Otherwise, it's just a night of fish and water in exchange for silver, and after all, it is something outside the body, where can he show that he is clever?

At this time, he made tea, skillful and calm, not in a hurry, quite a two-point tea ceremony, and his temperament was enough, not in vain his mother left him a handsome face, while making tea, casually said some things in the court.

There are those who are happy, and there are those who do not like to complain.

In his thoughts, although his master is a scholar and a man of heaven, and his martial arts are also very strong, but after all, he is a scholar, and he is still interested in some things in the court, and he doesn't care much.

The severed-arm master's expression was always plain, and when he heard that Jiang Shouyi entered the court one by one, he was sealed to the post of the servant of the ministry, and the action of drinking tea was only slightly paused.

Yang Yongding heard the sound of the strings and knew the meaning of elegance, put down the small bowl painted on the white glaze in his hand, and said with a smile:

"This Jiang Shouyi can be regarded as a step to the sky."

"The six parts of the three provinces of Daqin are third-class, among which the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of War are the first-class, but although he has this title, I heard that he has not entered the Ministry of Officials, but is an idle position. Only every day, I help the two old men of Zhongshu Ling and Shangshu Ling to be on duty at Taiji Palace at night. ”

"According to me, the two elders are indeed getting older, they are almost the elders of the three dynasties, and they are often on Tai Chi Gong for several hours at night, and they are not allowed to drink and chat, they can only read those boring classics and excerpts, and they really can't stand it."

"It seems to be a noble matter, but in fact, the last person to speak in this fold is our Emperor Majesty, which is actually a drudgery of splitting and picking up."

The Severed Arm Master shook his head and said:

"You're not Jiang Shouyi, how do you know if you're bitter or not?"

"There are all kinds of speculations in the hearts of outsiders, how do you know that there is a trace of warmth in the hearts of the parties?"

Yang Yongding gave a thumbs up and praised it, and said with a flattering smile: "The master is the master, and casually saying it is the top truth, the students admire, admire!" ”

Even though the one-armed master experienced his heart, he still couldn't help crying and laughing when he heard the words, laughed and scolded, and said: "Don't beg for beating like this, if you want to say anything directly, if you continue to talk about it, you will have to kick you out of my cottage again." ”

Yang Yongding begged for mercy again and again, and at the end of the day, the smile on his face retracted, sat upright and looked at the teacher who taught him martial arts, and said softly:

The disciple heard the teacher tell the children not to forget to review their homework...... Are you leaving here? ”

The scholar with the broken arm did not speak, paused, and said:

"Not bad."

"Will the teacher come back?"

The scholar laughed first, and then said:

"What is this, you ask? The world is so big, I don't know how many years to visit, if I am still alive, and there is no connection outside, I will naturally come back. ”

Yang Yongding was silent, suddenly got up and took two steps back, then straightened his sleeves, leaned down and bowed, the cuffs of his hands hung down, his forehead lightly rested on his palms, and his face lost the last trace of frivolity, and said softly:

"I know the teacher's truth, and the court learned to write and martial arts, and the goods are different from the Confucian students of the emperor's family, and the so-called celebrities who are wandering on the rivers and lakes are also different."

"You said that the world is big, people's hearts are like fire, if there is a way in the world, kings and sages, you can illuminate the heavens and the earth, but if there is no way in the world, the king is mediocre, you can burn this troubled world into ashes, and a clean and innocent one."

He looked up, looked at the scholar with the broken arm, and grinned.

"The disciple wants to follow the teacher and see the world."

"Look at my Great Qin, whether it is a spark that ignites the prairie or illuminates this eternal night with people's hearts, and the heavens and the earth are immortal, you probably think it is the latter, but the disciple thinks it is the latter. There is no more majestic country in the world than my Great Qin. ”

Ni Tianxing was silent.

Yang Yongding replied with a hippie smile: "What's more, the disciple's skill in making porridge has been learned, you can eat whatever you want, not just the medicinal porridge." ”

On this day, the roaring voice of Yang Jinxian, the capital of the Western Regions of Great Qin, could be heard for almost ten miles, if it weren't for the fact that a family would hold on to death, he would almost put on a horse and chop the Confucian who kidnapped his son alive.

On this day, the biggest gentleman in Jingyang City left a letter from home and ran away.

On this day,

In the bitter cold of the Western Regions, there was a scholar with a broken arm who entered the Central Plains with a sword.

PS: Today's second update is presented............ Three thousand words