Daqing national capital, Yong'an Imperial City, leisurely years have passed for thousands of years, and Yong'an City is prosperous in Qingping.

As Yong'an City, which has a history of 800 years of capital, whether it is the ancient country of Qin, which has long since disappeared, or Daqing for Zhou, and a hundred years ago, the Yunlong Dynasty hit the Dusk City that is only a thousand miles away from Yong'an City.

Li Bangxuan was born, turned the tide, Liu Zheng ascended the throne, a hundred years of peace, Yong'an City is really as prosperous as its name.

On Zhongqiu Street, a group of blue and white buildings, covering an extremely wide area, is where the Confucian Palace is located.

A few branches of cold plum withered, there is the fragrance of peach and plum, pine and bamboo shade, Mengtong's immature reading sound is melodious, startled two gray finches looking for food in the forest, the finches jumped on the branches, chirping, as if they want to compare with the sound of Lang Lang's book.

A spacious and bright quiet room, there are no less than dozens of calligraphy hanging around the wall, there are regular scripts that strive for rules with every stroke, there are dragons flying and phoenixes dancing in the grass, there are square circles and wishful official books, most of them are waved by Mr. Xuegong, and one of the "persuasions" is the most valuable, it is the work of Mr. Dong of the Xuegong Festival, the silver hook and iron painting, between the lines all reveal the old man's ardent expectations for the Confucian children.

Li Tingyi was holding a copy of the Taoist "Lei Jing Zhengfa" and reading it with relish, and suddenly heard the door of the room ringing, and hurriedly collected the books, accidentally knocked over the ink cartridge, and soiled a 'Yi Shu' that he had just written, and saw his husband walking over, and hurriedly got up and saluted, feeling uneasy.

Wang Shouren glanced at the ink stains on Li Tingyi's hand, and said with a smile: "No need to hide it, I have seen it all, being a teacher is not an old antique, it is unreasonable, Confucianism and Taoism have many similarities, borrow the stones of other mountains to attack jade, don't put the cart before the horse." ”

"Before the old man entered the door, he heard someone scolding me, who was so bold?"

An old master with his hands behind his back walked in from outside the door, looking like a rich man, with a pair of small eyes that were about to narrow into a slit, and asked with a smile.

Seeing the visitor, Li Tingyi's hands were sweating, his body was bent lower, and he said in a low voice: "Master!"

Wang Shouren raised his hands flat, palms against the back of his hands, bowed his head slightly, and smiled without saying a word.

The old man calmly accepted this ceremony, Daqing ruled the country with etiquette, Wang Shouren was the deputy sacrificial wine of the school palace, and the old master received this ceremony peacefully.

"My family, don't be so polite, get up. Tingyi, you have to learn your master's knowledge, with what he said just now, he mocked the old man and didn't say anything, and he also stepped on the Taoist openly and secretly, Wang Shouren, if you don't have the next sentence, I'm not done with you!"

The old man signaled that the two of them did not have to be formal, turned around and looked at Li Tingyi's homework, and said with a smile.

Li Tingyi quietly glanced at his master, and smiled secretly in his heart, his master Wang Shouren's mouth is notoriously powerful in the school palace, known as 'guarding the clouds and seeing benevolence, and angry dead Wang Yangming', Li Tingyi has never seen how powerful his master's mouth is, but some hearsay is terrifying enough.

However, it is rumored that there was a debate between the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and it was Wang Shouren who won the Buddha and the Taoist at the time, and only almost made the Buddha and the Buddha lose their hearts and change the court, so the three families were slightly closer to Confucianism and Taoism, and the Buddhists had more friction with the two families because of the relationship between the two families in the snowfield.

Wang Shouren didn't pay attention to it and smiled slightly, and said gently: "Tingyi, the matter of learning is not all in the book, you have been in the palace for twenty years, and some things have to be comprehended by yourself." The old Mr. Xiahou of the Guiyun School Palace is very old, and it is time to come to the capital to recuperate, so you should prepare and set off for Yunlong immediately. ”

Li Tingyi looked at the master with a little surprise, the news came so suddenly, he didn't prepare at all in advance, seeing that the master and the old master were no longer speech, Li Tingyi bowed and retreated, retreated to the door and stretched out his hand to gently close the door, and left.

"Yang Ming, let Ting Yi go north alone, will you blame me for being too urgent?" the old man admired his ink treasure and sighed.

Wang Shouren pretended not to see the old man's expression, and his tone was slightly unkind.

"You are sacrificial wine, you have the final say, let's say, what do you need me to run errands?"

Seeing that Wang Shouren's tone was stiff, the old man even lost his smile, scratched his head to pack the ticket, and almost slapped his chest.

"Look at you, if you are reluctant, just say it directly, I also know that Tingyi has poured all your efforts, and he can't always see the light of day under your protection, right? Lu Zaiping has to go over step by step. Don't worry, he won't lose a single hair, and if there is a mistake, take off my head and use it as a flask. ”

Wang Shouren sneered, not caring about the old man's package ticket at all.

"Old man Dong, it's like this every time, can you change the trick, I'm annoyed if you don't bother me, to put it bluntly, what is the difficult thing that requires me to run errands?"

"Yang Ming, is it true that my brother will only make people in your heart? Eh, don't worry, if you have something to say, I still need a pot of 'Blue Hu' from the Canglan Siren, do you want to try it?"

Old Master Dong saw that Wang Shouren was still as cold as an iceberg, and he didn't know where to take out a pot of Xianjia wine, the wine pot was transparent, and the wine in the pot was sea blue and flowed slowly, touching the wall and returning, like a tide, it is said to be made of the blood of the mermaid family, which is extremely rare and extremely expensive.

Wang Shouren snatched the wine jug from the old master's hand, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and a faint fishy smell rushed straight to his mind, but it was not annoying, but his mind became clearer after this fishy smell.

"Old man Dong, is there anything else? Canglan Sea is not as good as Jiufang Mountain last time, you want to send me away with such a pot of wine, you also look up to me too much, you want the horse to run, and you don't give grass, how can there be such a reason?"

"Or you know the old man's mind best, listen to the strings and know the elegance, you go, the song can't go on, na, don't worry, it's really the last pot, you save some drink, this thing is good, it's easy to get angry, don't blame me for not reminding you then." Seeing that the old master's chatterbox was about to end when he opened it, Wang Shouren immediately decided to follow it directly.

"Be careful of Jiufang Mountain, Xuanyuan, this old thing's plot is not small!" A heartfelt voice sounded in the old man's heart.

Is Jiufang Mountain going to compete with him in the vertical and horizontal arts? The old master stroked his beard and smiled, but did not reply, he had not yet reached the level of old dizziness.

The old master put his hands behind his shoulders, looked at the "Persuasion" and was silent, it is difficult to persuade people to learn to be kind, there are always some people, who do not have a long memory, it seems that the beating is not painful enough. The mountains are high and the water is deep, and the 10,000-year-old Wang Ba should also surface.

In a game of chess, the first move is indeed very important, but sometimes an unreasonable hand is the key to the victory or defeat of the big dragon.

Huangmao Mountain, a quiet hut, Hu Chen stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, squinted slightly and looked around.

The furnishings in the house are visible, extremely simple, except for some daily necessities, a half-hung on the hollow bamboo pole of the fragrant clay pot made a stinging sound, Hu Chen sniffed slightly, he already knew what was simmering in the clay pot, he couldn't help swallowing a little saliva, and his stomach was gurgling.

"When I woke up, I got dressed and ate, an hour later than I expected, and it seems that your boy has suffered a lot. ”

Cang Jin's voice rang in Hu Chen's ears suddenly, Hu Chen was taken aback, stood up and shouted, "Who, who is talking?"

Suddenly I felt a little cold under my body, and when I looked down, my face was red and my ears were red, and I squatted down suddenly, splashing countless splashes.

In a huge medicine barrel, Hu Chen's eyes were rolling, and he stared at his clothes fluttering in the wind outside the house, with thousands of thoughts and mixed tastes in his heart.

Seeing Hu Chen staying motionless in the medicine barrel, the old man seemed to be able to guess Hu Chen's thoughts, and sneered: "How could Peng Yu lose to you such a stupid goose? Is your Dan Realm fake? I'm really angry!"

Listening to the old man's words, Hu Chen suddenly found that he was still a qi practitioner, the imperial object just came in handy at this moment, nothing was missing, even the Qinglian sword was well in the cuffs of his shirt, and after he was dressed neatly, Hu Chen was just about to speak, but was interrupted by the old man.

"Your clothes were changed by Peng Yu, don't worry, Lao Tzu won't take advantage of your little guy, come to see me in the mountains after dinner!"

The old man suddenly lost his voice, Hu Chen didn't know what to do, Peng Yu's figure appeared at the door of the hut, and looked at Hu Chen with a resentful face.

Hu Chen was covered with goosebumps when he was looked at by Peng Xuan's eyes, and when he thought that his clothes were taken off by Peng Xuan, wouldn't he have seen them all? He couldn't help beckoning and laughing with great embarrassment: "Peng, Brother Peng, early, early!"

Seeing Hu Chen's expression, Peng Yu couldn't help but smile angrily: "Don't worry, I haven't peeped into other people's naked hobbies, and I don't know what shit luck your kid had, he was beaten by my master, but he picked up a big bargain." ”

Only then did Hu Chen understand that the old man who asked him about boxing yesterday was Peng Yu's mentor, and Qi Youlin, the Falling Sun Divine Fist, couldn't help crying and laughing. What is this? Jiazi Dabi has been in the past few months, he rushed to this Yellow Spear Mountain and ate the old man's punch, no wonder Han Yuan in the Luanhe Tower said that the old man has a bad temper and protects the calf, thinking of this, he can't help crying and laughing, what is this?

"Are you still eating? If you don't eat, hurry up, my master is still waiting for you in the back mountain?" Peng Yu's unpolite words suddenly pulled Hu Chen back to reality.

Seeing that Peng Yu's tone was not good, Hu Chen glanced at the bamboo shoot stew hanging in the air, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked cautiously: "Brother Peng, that, there won't be another meal after eating this meal, right? Will you have to fight with your master again? Then I still won't eat it!"

Peng Yu said angrily: "Eat quickly, you can't die!"

When Hu Chen heard this, he jumped up, regardless of the hot mouth, grabbed a piece of meat with his bare hands and stuffed it into his mouth, and saw Peng Yu standing stunned and looking at himself, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Brother Peng, you haven't eaten either? Come together, let me tell you, this bamboo shoot stew, you can't use ......."

Master's words still echoed in his ears, Peng Yu looked at Hu Chen, who was still afraid of death just now, and at this moment, he endlessly introduced him to the difference between old bamboo shoots and young bamboo shoots for bamboo shoot stew, and his heart was like a thousand horses galloping by.

How did he lose to Hu Chen in the first place? Peng Xuan's memory was a little vague, looking at Hu Chen's smiling face, Peng Xuan suddenly felt that the master was a little lighter!