Along the way, Shi Yiguang forgot what month and day it was. I only know that when I arrived in Chu, it was already the end of autumn. The cool breeze swept the fallen leaves all over the road, the branches that were behind the branches were bare, and the crows standing on the branches were hoarse.

The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow and the geese return to the south.

The carriage traveled off the beaten track, lined with jungle and covered with dead leaves.

Xiao Xiao Luomu.

The carriage moved slowly, and Shi Yiguang sat in the car, holding the bamboo roll in both hands and watching. In the past few months on the road, in addition to eating and sleeping, she has almost been learning words. recognized Mr. Sun as a teacher, but almost all of the people who could teach her were An Yangjun.

After a few months, Shi Yiguang, who has also received higher education, has also learned the Great Seal. In today's days, I look at it with a bamboo scroll and read throughout. Whenever I encounter something that I don't know or is uncertain, I ask Anyang on the side. By the way, I learned ancient books.

"What is this word?" Shi Yiguang turned to the side, stretched out his finger and pointed to a word on the bamboo scroll and turned his head to look at Anyang.

Seeing this, An Yang put down the bamboo scroll in his hand, looked at the words pointed by Shi Yiguang's finger, and said, "Blame." ”

"Blame?" Shi Yiguang was stunned, nodded and sat up straight, muttering, "Shizhen." Zhangrenji. No blame. "War" said: Teacher, all also. What can be upright and can be kingly? ”

An Yang listened to Shi Yiguang's chatter and put down the bamboo roll he picked up again. He turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang, shook his head helplessly and sighed: "It's "Yi (Tuan Four Sounds)" said: Teacher, everyone." Zhen, Masaya. can be righteous and can be king. ”

"Oh, that's a word." Shi Yiguang listened and looked at the half-understood words on it: "What does this mean?" ”

An Yang's body was slightly sideways, close to the top of Shi Yiguang's head, and half a bundle of hair sprinkled on Shi Yiguang's shoulder with his movements, and he stretched out his index finger as thin as a green onion and pointed at the bamboo scroll in Shi Yiguang's hand: "This is the seventh hexagram of the division, symbolizing the result of the army, and the elder who is old and dignified is the commander of the army." The teacher is the people, the chastity is the right way, and the one who can lead the people with the right way can be the king. ”

Shi Yiguang's gaze moved away from the bamboo roll, looked at An Yang's fingers, his mouth was circled, and his eyes were glaring: "Oh, your hands are so beautiful." As he spoke, he put down the bamboo roll and was about to touch Anyang's hand.

An Yang held back a smile, withdrew his hand, picked up the bamboo scroll next to him, and tapped it lightly on Shi Yiguang's head, sneering: "Prodigal." ”

"I'm so small, I'm not a prodigal." Shi Yiguang listened to An Yang's words, looked up at him, his eyes were full of simplicity and well-behaved: "You have to grow up like this to be considered a prodigal." ”

Today's young age is her protective shell. Don't be afraid to do anything.

An Yang glanced at Shi Yiguang with disgust, opened the bamboo scroll he was holding, and said softly: "Read the book carefully." ”

Shi Yiguang turned his head in response, looked at the words on the bamboo scroll, and frowned again: "But, why am I looking at this?" I think I can still read the ones in "Shangshu" and "Book of Rites". What the hell is this? Shi Yiguang said, lifting the scroll in his hand with a painful face.

"Shangshu" and "Book of Rites" can still be used for reasoning at least in this era. Thinking about it, Shi Yiguang paused. By the way, the "Book of Rites" was compiled by Confucius, and the "Book of Rites" will not be available until later.

"Do you mean the Book of Zhou and the Book of Xia?" An Yang looked at Shi Yiguang with doubts in his eyes.

Shi Yiguang pursed his lips and did not answer. Where did she know.

"Aren't you going to tell fortunes?" An Yang tilted his head, the tail of his narrow peach blossom eyes was slightly raised, and he looked at Shi Yiguang and said gently: "If you want to learn the heavenly and earthly branches, the five elements of gossip and sixty-four yao, and be able to tell fortunes, "Zhou Yi" must be learned." ”

"Zhou Yi? I Ching. Shi Yiguang said, looking back at the bamboo scroll he was holding in his hand: "This is too profound." After that, she turned her head to look at An Yang again: "You still have to learn so many things?" ”

"No, what are you talking about?" An Yang looked at Shi Yiguang and replied gently.

Shi Yiguang put down the bamboo scroll and stretched: "But how can this content be related to fighting a war and being an emperor...... How many of the commoners' fortune tellers will count these? ”

"Emperor?" An Yang looked at Shi Yiguang, and his handsome brows frowned: "To be the emperor?" ”

Shi Yiguang withdrew his hand after stretching his waist, sighed, and looked at An Yang: "I said the Yellow Emperor, the Yellow Emperor of the Five Emperors of Yan and Huang." By the way, are these the only books you have with you? Asking, Shi Yiguang picked up the bamboo roll on his knee and shook it:

"Are there any others? Something simple and easy to understand? ”

"Yes, the book of war." Shi Yiguang's voice was about to fall, and a voice came from outside the car curtain, and then the car curtain was opened, and Mr. Sun's head turned to look at Shi Yiguang in the car: "The book of war, do you want to read it?" ”

Shi Yiguang listened, pursed his lips, and after a while, he said with a straight face: "There is nothing else, a little simpler?" ”

Mr. Sun looked at Shi Yiguang, lowered the curtain, turned around, and said leisurely: "Yes, it's all in my head." If you can't even learn these things, don't think about learning anything else. ”

When Shi Yiguang heard this, he looked down at the bamboo scroll in his hand and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I'll learn." ”

"Not only to learn, but also to memorize!" The voice outside the curtain came again: "All have to be carried!" ”

"Ah............" a wail came from inside the curtain.

Then there was a burst of soft recitation. Every time there is a pause, a very pleasant male voice opens up warmly, teaching a tone.

After a while, the car slowly stopped. Then came the voice of Mr. Sun outside.

"Come down, there's a broken wooden shed here, we'll be here today." Mr. Sun said.

Hearing this, An Yang opened the curtain of the car, looked at the slightly darkened sky outside, and responded: "Okay." Then he went out first.

Shi Yiguang took the bamboo roll and walked out. She stood on the board of the car, looking at the endless forest sea around her, and the crows standing on the bare trees crouched on them, their necks bent and croaking hoarsely. The ground was covered with layers of golden fallen leaves.

"Come down." An Yang, who was standing under the car, looked at Shi Yiguang, who was standing on the board and looking around, and stretched out his hands.

Hearing this, Shi Yiguang turned his head, looked at Anyang's long arm, and without hesitation, stretched out his short lotus root arm and opened it towards Anyang.

Although he is over thirteen years old, he is not small. But Shi Yiguang is a lot shorter than his peers. Standing up, it's about the same as a seven or eight-year-old child.

This height is always too easy to bluff.

An Yang hugged Shi Yiguang, gently put it under the car, squatted down and looked at her gently: "You go to the side of the wooden shed, I'll pick up some firewood." ”

Shi Yiguang nodded in response, and then walked to the side of the dilapidated wooden shed. He sat on the ground against a dead tree, and began to carry the bamboo roll in his arms.

Mr. Sun turned his head, looked at Shi Yiguang, who was carrying Zhou Yi, turned around and continued to take care of the wooden shed.

After a while, Anyang walked over with a bundle of firewood, set up the firewood, looked up at Tian'er, and then lowered his head, picked up the fire fold from his arms, and lit the fire.