The locust tree had lost all its leaves, was bare, and looked a little bleak.

And there was no familiar figure under the tree.

Wang Anfeng was carrying the guqin, he called a few times but didn't hear the familiar response, he was a little uneasy in his heart, pursed his lips, and finally said softly:

"Teacher, An Feng is rude."

Reaching out his sleeve, he slowly pushed open the hidden wooden door.

There was a soft creak, and some cool winter sunlight flowed into the room along the cracks, and everything in the room was familiar, but the only thing missing was the master who was wearing a long robe and smiling gently.

On the wooden table where he taught Wang Anfeng the piano skills and taught him the truth, there was a lonely letter, and the handwriting and strokes on it were exactly the same as the Spring Festival couplets of the teenager and the middle school, Wang Anfeng settled down, and habitually took off the qin behind him, but suddenly realized that he didn't seem to need to put down the guqin anymore.

The palm of his hand paused slightly, and he was silent, but he still carefully placed the guqin horizontally.

Buzz –

When the body of the instrument touched the wooden table, the strings vibrated and made a low sound that echoed through the empty room, quite harsh.

The boy raised his hand to the strings, stopped the shock, and looked at the letter, but his mind was not there, and he was thinking wildly.

Mr. Jiang must be very rich.

The boy chuckled lowly.

Otherwise, why would the house you bought be so big?

It's so empty, it's a waste.

Stretching out his hands to take the letter, Wang Anfeng was silent, opened the envelope, carefully placed it on the table, and then opened the letterhead.

"Zhan Xinjia."

"When Feng'er opened this letter, the teacher should have already left Forgotten Immortal County."

"The world is big, I don't know the end, there may be a talent like you, but there is no one you have encountered, although the power of a teacher is small, but also knows that things are man-made, there is a person who can read more books, can understand many truths, a hundred years later may be a scholarly family, can open a lot of people's wisdom."

"My Confucian sage said, self-cultivation Qi family, governing the country and leveling the world, later generations of Confucian scholars will devote themselves to entering the temple, this is a crooked reason, and the wind must not learn it."

"When the saint was in the past, the world was in turmoil, and the princes were divided, only with the power of one country could the obstacles be swept away and the world edified."

"Now that the country is decided, it should be wise in the world, instead of playing with power in the court, for the life of a teacher, maybe the mantis arm is a car, maybe you don't measure yourself, maybe you don't get anything, maybe the people of future generations, no one will remember a scholar named Jiang Shouyi......"

The handwriting is so faint, for a Confucian student who has been studying since childhood, the name behind him is not inferior to the difficulty of life and death.

The young man's eyes fell, and he saw the teacher's free and easy answer.

"Even so, what can be?"

"A thousand years ago, what Confucian palace was there in the world?"

"Only the truth of the human heart is endless."

"For the teacher, this is not to excuse myself, to leave you, it is really my fault, I know that I must leave, but I accept you as a disciple, and it is a mistake on top of a mistake, but the teacher is also an ordinary man, I have to see you, I am overjoyed, you are talented, what I have learned, in fact, I have all been taught to you, all of it, but one is hidden, one is kept, and one is benevolent."

"You can cultivate the cool by yourself in the future, or you can go out to have a look, the teacher hopes that you can go out and have a look, but the choice is yours."

"In my study, there are map tokens, I have chosen five school palaces, each with its own strengths, if you like the peace of the village, let them be locked down, and if you wish, go to study...... Learn its knowledge, you don't have to learn how to do things, you have to see with your eyes, use your knowledge to judge, to decide your own direction, but you must be cautious and don't be blinded by your own obsessions. ”

"There are already so many Confucian scholars in the world, there are saints, and there are Jiang Shouyi, from ancient times to the present, and then to the future when heaven and earth will be one, there is only one Wang Anfeng."

"Wang Anfeng, just be Wang Anfeng."

"Master, Jiang Shouyi stays."

After the boy finished reading, his eyes closed slightly, and he stood in place for a long time.

I don't know how long it has been, Wang Anfeng's quiet expression fluctuated, folded the letterhead, carefully put it in the envelope, and then put it in his arms, slowly walked towards Jiang Shouyi's study behind, stretched out his hand, the young man did not hesitate at all, gently put it on the door, was silent, and pushed the wooden door open.

With a soft creak, the young man stepped into the master's study, very simple, with a folded map and five letters on the table. Wang Anfeng looked at the five letters, knowing what this required Jiang Shouyi.

On this day, Wang Anfeng made two teas as usual, the tea fragrance was faint, and the sound of the piano was as melodious as ever.

Pedestrians walked by, shaking their heads.

"Sir's piano sound is still so good."

………………………………

"You're leaving ......"

Unexpectedly, he looked at the calm young man in front of him, grinned, and said:

"Today, the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, how long have you been thinking about it?"

"Three days."

The old man didn't say a word, took the wine jug and drank a pot of turbid wine, smashed his mouth, and said casually:

"If you want to go, just go, since you're going to study, I can't stop you."

"You have achieved a little success in martial arts, and your temperament is not a fool who causes trouble, and it is time to go out, like when you are so old, the old man has already been a ranger for thousands of miles, there was no such thing, and I also plan to let you go out next year."

"Nested in a small mountain village, if you can become a big climate, the old man doesn't believe it. After you left, boy, the old man also happened to go out to exercise his muscles and muscles, and look for old friends to drink. ”

Fu raised the wine jug again to pour wine into his mouth, but found that it was empty, frowned, cursed in a low voice, and casually put the wine jug on the table, and said:

"When are you leaving?"

Wang Anfeng was silent, closed his eyes slightly, and said softly:

"After the New Year."

The old man smiled and said, "Yes, during this time, practice well!" ”

"After you go out, remember to collect the world's famous wine for the old man!"

The young man nodded, smiled, and said:

"Definitely!"

Compared with the early preparation of the uncle, the masters on the Shaolin Temple side reacted differently.

Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing had no objections, and the latter even looked forward to the young man being able to go to those big cities to get the strange medicinal materials that were difficult to collect in Daliang Village.

And Mr. Win......

Since Chinese New Year's Eve, Wang Anfeng has rarely seen each other for five days, but today he has rarely appeared.

Dressed in the same green shirt, as if he had returned from the cold wind, his face was full of cold.

"I don't agree."

PS: The cover is still modified.,It's become a pure landscape painting.,I can already see it on the PC.,But it doesn't seem to work on the APP.,Is it a background delay...... I don't understand.

This volume was renamed - Three Years of Penance Daliang Village, and it's not good to have too many chapters in one volume, so it's split up