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After saying that, after the scholar who opened the door revealed his name, Mo Yi and Tang Zichen, who had hidden in the other side, flashed in their eyes, and then disappeared, quietly watching the next development. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ning Caichen opened the door of his house, with a handsome face with some honest innocence and the fortitude of his own standards, seeing a group of people outside who were five big and three coarse, he was not afraid to bow his hand: "In Xia Ning Caichen, I don't know what a few nobles do?" ”

The leader's face was full of meat, his forehead was wide, there was a pair of tiger-eyed leopard pupils, his body was strong and powerful, and he was carrying a three-foot water stirring stick on his back, and his appearance was quite scary, seeing that Ning Caichen was not shocked by his face, but had a basis for advancing and retreating, a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, and he said in a rough voice: "I heard that you are a rare talent in Jinhua County, and our master's child is just lacking a gentleman who teaches and educates morality, so I am sent to invite you to teach!" ”

After speaking, the leader looked at Ning Caichen's dilapidated courtyard and muttered to himself: "How can a talented old man live in such a door, won't it be a stolen fame?" ”

Ning Caichen could naturally hear his words, and he didn't care if he heard that he was invited to teach, but after hearing the latter sentence, this scholar who strictly followed the words and deeds of Confucianism couldn't help but get angry, and saw a white light that was rare for ordinary people to see overflowing from his chest: "So that you can know!" Although it is a talented family, he does not accept relatives or slaves, he is self-reliant, he knows and acts, you and other evil slaves are not slanderous, it can be seen that the evil style of the family teacher is evil, and he does not dare to teach it! Please! ”

Although reading and cultivating nature is not immortal, it has its own Shenyuan cultivation avenue in it, and the will is the most upright, ordinary people only feel that it is like a mountain and an abyss, and those with evil thoughts will inevitably be oppressed by it and sweat profusely, and the demons and monsters and other races with evil thoughts will inevitably be broken when touched, and it will be difficult to hold themselves in the sun.

This Ning Caichen is the one who has cultivated a trace of righteousness in the Shenyuan, although it is not much, it is enough to suppress the evil when he is angry, those five big and three thick servants look strong and unstoppable, but they are just restrained by this kind of Shenyuan light, and they are reprimanded by Ning Caichen's words and irradiated by the light of Shenyuan's body, only to feel the pain all over his body and have no time to say more, only to leave in a gray manner.

"This Ning Caichen is really extraordinary, that trace of righteousness I also saw Xunzi in the world of Donghuang Taiyi, but the degree of purity is actually slightly inferior to him, I don't know if the cultivation method in this world is poor, or he is more dedicated to Confucianism than Xunzi?" The stars in Mo Yi's eyes flashed away, but he had already turned this righteous qi into the artistic conception of the stars, and slowly analyzed and studied.

Tang Zichen laughed: "Ning Caichen! His eyes turned to Mo Yi: "Those mountain dogs and wild leopards just now are not simple goods, this Ning Caichen is not just a simple story of Xiaoqian." ”

"It's always like that, isn't it?" Mo Yi replied lightly, and at this time, an old voice came from Ning Caichen's house.

"Caichen, are you back? Who was it just now? ”

Ning Caichen heard the voice and hurriedly took out the pears that were cool in the basin and dried them, and then returned while going to the back room: "Mother, the child is back!" Some people who don't know how to be polite don't pay attention. ”

Then I heard him say flatteringly: "This is the pear I bought on the road is just right for quenching my thirst, my mother eats one, I specially cool it, and the other quenches Tan'er's thirst!" ”

The old female voice exclaimed, "Silly boy! Tan'er is also a bitter fate! As he spoke, he took a pear and ate it slowly.

Then there was the sound of pushing the door in, Ning Caichen's voice sounded, and there was a sound of clothes being rolled up, and Ning Caichen's voice became soft: "Tan'er, eat some pears, it's hot!" Eat a little to relieve the heat, it's okay. ”

"Husband.. Ahem... Thank you! A faint cough sounded softly with a weak female voice.

"What stupid things are you talking about?" Ning Caichen seemed to hold the woman in his arms: "Husband and wife are one, what is not hard." ”

Then he laughed again: "I went to ask for the account today, and the man not only paid back the full amount, but also gave a lot of interest, so now you can decoct more medicine, and when you are better, you and I will go out to go out, okay?" ”

"Well..."It seems that this short period of sobriety has made her very tired, Tan'er's voice gradually weakened, Ning Caichen covered the bedding and walked out of the back room lightly, her mother was already cooking, and there was no food at home, it was estimated that it was just some gruel and pickles, touched her belly Ning Caichen laughed again, and there was no way to live, and the peace of mind was the home country.

However, Ning Caichen thought of those big and crisp pears, he finally had some food to eat today, and the saliva in his mouth kept secreting, he finally walked quickly to the basin regardless of his image, picked up a pear, and ate it happily.

Night gradually fell, Ning Caichen's house lit up the dotted oil lamp, although there was some smoke but the light was still enough, after tasting some gruel dishes, and feeding his wife a few pears, Ning Caichen began to read at night.

During the day, he took the account book to collect the accounts, as a Xiucai, he can only read at night, and he is not as good as many classmates with solid family affairs, but Ning Caichen, who thinks that he has lived a solid life like this, also has his own fun, every time he reads the sage's words, he always has a different understanding after experiencing countless earthly baptisms.

I only heard him chant softly: "The way of the university. In Mingmingde. In the pro-people. In the end of the perfection. Knowing and stopping; From the Son of Heaven to the common people. One is that they are all self-cultivation-oriented. Its original chaos and end up in order; The so-called sincere one. Don't fool yourself. Such as a foul stench. Such as good lust. This; The so-called self-cultivation is in the right heart. There is a sense of resentment. It can't be justified. Somewhat; The so-called Qi family is cultivating its body. What people love and dispel. ”

A little bit of the origin of the energy from heaven and earth slowly melted into his body with the recitation, washing his body and purifying his divine element, as long as he practiced it and firmly believed that so, Confucian self-study would naturally reveal his differences.

The sound of reading aloud made the little dog he raised couldn't help but show an inexplicable look of joy, and a stream of energy that was comfortable for it began to gather, which was absorbed and washed by it, making the blood in its body stronger, no wonder such bloodline spiritual things were willing to follow Ning Caichen.

At this moment, the big men who were driven away in the evening outside Ning Caichen's door began to walk towards this side with an old man with a simple face and a long face, the imperceptible sound of reading and the energy convergence that ordinary people could not recognize made the old man's face unrecognizably happy, and his mind was turning, and he was even more annoyed by a few silly things behind him, staring at them fiercely, showing a speed different from the old man's ability to move and came to the courtyard of Ning Caichen's house.

At this time, Mo Yi and Tang Zichen, who were savoring the subtle differences in Ning Caichen's recitation, suddenly opened their eyes and stared at the person who came, and what they saw through their eyes was a pure white old fox with a few long whiskers under their jaws, standing on their legs and knocking lightly on the door of Ning Caichen's house.

(To be continued.) )