On the Luoshui River, the river surface is wide for several miles, and the rolling Luohe River is like the Tianhe River overturning, which is more appropriate than the name Luohe River, which was once called the Tianhe River of China, and the Luohe River water system is vast and boundless across the four poles of Shenzhou.

Hundreds of ships flying the imperial flag sailed north at a rapid pace.

In the center of the fleet, there is a five-story building ship, and the eight large flags on the building ship are scattered on both sides of the building ship, which is majestic and magnificent.

On the fifth floor of the building boat, Gu Chu, who was dressed in a red prison dragon armor, sank in front of him, looking at the turbulent and tumbling river with calm eyes.

He reported to the court on a piece of paper, resigned from the title of Marquis of Shu, and asked to be transferred to the north, and soon the order approved by the court was sent to Bashu, and he knew that if there was no three princes Gu shocking to contribute, he would not receive the order of the court so easily.

The soldiers and horses of the four counties of Shu were dispatched, together with the 8,000 wolf guards, a total of 30,000 military horses, and Gu Chu sank into the imperial court soldiers and horses that supported the northern border.

At this moment, a man walked out of the cabin, with a slightly rich figure and a white face.

The former county guard of Bashu Jinjiang County said: "Master Hou, you will be in the north soon, go into the cabin to rest." ”

Zhen Jue, Gu Chushen only said one sentence, follow me to the north to be a staff officer with the army, and make honest suggestions in the future, you colluded with the remnants of Long Wu and I don't know anything.

In this way, he took the initiative to resign from the post of county guard of Jinjiang County, told the old man to return to his hometown, and became Gu Chushen's staff as a cloth cloth, and followed the army to the north.

Zhen Jue lamented in his heart, he didn't expect to fall into Gu Chushen's hands when he was old, in the three years of Bashu, Gu Chushen didn't seem to care about political affairs, but he had long suspected that someone in Bashu was colluding with the remnants of the Longwu Dynasty, but he sent someone to secretly monitor him for three years, and the fact that he was in cahoots with the remnants of Longwu was clearly grasped by Gu Chushen.

His Zhen family has been in Bashu for generations, and he was the nobles of Longwu before the fall of the Longwu Dynasty, how could his Zhen family completely sever relations with Longwu of the previous dynasty after the fall of Longwu, although it was only a small fight over the years, and he did not participate in the plan of Longwu's remnants to rebel, and helped Longwu's remnants to do something that really threatened the imperial court, but this matter was enough to make all of his Zhen family die three times.

How could he not dare to listen to Gu Chushen's words, and took the initiative to resign and become Gu Chushen's army master, but he should be glad that if he really helped those Longwu remnants do something rebellious, Gu Chushen would not keep him.

The waves of Luoshui went north, and hundreds of building boats fluttering the imperial court dragon flag on the wide river were sailing fast, and among the buildings and boats of more than ten zhang, an inconspicuous flat boat was drifting with the waves, and it had been parallel to the marching fleet for half a day.

Gu Chu stared at the flat boat for a long time, stepped out, stepped on the river like a dragonfly in the water, and landed on the flat boat.

On the boat, there is a low table, on which is a charcoal stove with warm hot water, a pot of tea and a few teacups.

The angler sits at the bow of the boat with a hat on his head, the fingers of the rod are thick, two meters long, and the pale yellow line of thin hair hangs down into the turbulent water.

At this time, the fisherman turned around, and Gu Chushen saw the face under the hat, which was different from the thin old man imagined by Gu Chushen, the face under the hat was extremely delicate, and the face was three points chic and uninhibited.

The delicate and uninhibited Qingnian pinched his chin, raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Xiaosheng fishing is hindering the general?"

Gu Chushen was a little stunned, and then suddenly realized that he was wearing armor and was afraid that he would disturb Yaxing, who was fishing lightly, and said apologetically: "It was Gu who disturbed Your Excellency." ”

Fishing Qingnian was a little surprised by Gu Chushen's move, and then smiled lightly, turned around and continued to fish as if no one was around.

Gu Chu Shen suddenly sat cross-legged at the stern of the boat, looking at the turbulent Luo water under the flat boat, the splash of water falling into the palm of his hand was so cold, Gu Chu Shen bent down, held a handful of Luo water in his palm and let it flow slowly.

Gu Chushen asked, "Can Mr. catch fish?"

In this turbulent Luo River water, can you catch fish?

Yu Qingnian turned his head and said casually: "Brother Gu is going to the battlefield in the north, hmm..." Don't wonder how I know, the northern border is in full swing, who doesn't know now. ”

"Exactly. Gu Chu said in a deep voice.

Fishing Qingnian smiled, looked at the fishing line swaying down the river in the rolling Luo water, and commented: "I heard that the demon clan's soldiers are in full swing, and Brother Gu may not be able to come back to the north at this time." ”

Gu Chu paused, thought about it and said with a smile: "Go to the battlefield and fight for glory and wealth." ”

"Fight for glory and wealth?" Yu Qingnian smiled, turned his head, carefully looked Gu Chu Shen up and down, and then looked at the building boats that stretched for miles on the Luoshui River around him: "As soon as you come up, you can lead tens of thousands of people to the battlefield, I don't think you are like a glorious and wealthy person." ”

Gu Chu Shen picked up the water of the Luohe River, thinking about how the Luo God who once made King Xiang dance on the falling water was so captivating the country and the city, and wondered if there was really such a character as the Luohe Water God.

According to legend, the king of Xiang, who returned victoriously on the battlefield, passed through the Luo River, and the water god of the Luo River danced on the Luo River, and the king of Xiang who saw the god of Luo fell in love at first sight.

"Ten taels of gold for ordinary people is glory and wealth, and a hundred taels of gold for a superior family is glory and wealth, and a thousand taels of gold for a large family may not be glory and wealth, isn't it?" Gu Chu Shen said lightly.

Yu Qingnian smiled indifferently, "You have a temper with me, and you look like a stuffy gourd but not pedantic." ”

Saying that, the fisherman took out three books out of nowhere and threw them at Gu Chushen, saying: "Gathering is fate, chatting happily, there are three books to pick one to read, and return it to me before dark." ”

Gu Chushen instinctively caught the three books thrown at him, raised his eyebrows, glanced at Qingnian who was concentrating on fishing, and then looked at the three books in his hand.

"For the General" ----- Sun Wu

"For the Handsome Road" ----- Guiguzi

"For the King" ------ Kongqiu

Soldier saint Sun Wu, Mousheng Guiguzi, Confucian saint Kongqiu.

Gu Chushen was shocked, just as this was the indifferent voice of the fishing light year in his ears: "Don't worry, it's all true, these are all treasures that I have worked hard to get from Fengyao, and I am only allowed to pick one to read." ”

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Confucianism, the hometown of Confucianism and saints.

It is undeniable that for thousands of years, Confucianism has become a holy place in the hearts of the world's readers, Shenzhou has three thousand states, large and small countless academies, seven of the top ten academies recognized in the world are in Confucianism, some people say that nine and a half of the ten people in Confucianism are scholars, and it is really a place where the world's scholars gather.

The Zhang family, when it comes to the Zhang family studying in Confucianism, people will only think of a Zhang family, the Zhang family that once had three sub-saints, the scholarly family in Confucianism and even the world, and the place where the butcher who killed pigs drank three buckets of ink in Confucianism.

Someone once said that if it weren't for the Confucian family to produce a true saint, the world's first scholarly family would probably fall on the head of the Zhang family, although it was a joke, but in one sentence it exhausted the status of the Zhang family in Confucianism and Taoism.

Confucianism and Taoism are prosperous like a quiet and gentle woman's Confucianism, but these two days are chickens and dogs, like being stabbed in a hornet's nest, and the family of a certain family on the street is searching every corner of Confucianism back and forth.

Zhang's family.

The woman who kept crying looked to be in her thirties, and her body was still plump and charming.

"It's all up to you, I lost Yuan'er, if something happens to Yuan'er, I can't spare you. The crying woman shouted at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man held his forehead helplessly and sighed, why did I lose my son, and the legs were long on him, obviously he ran away by himself, okay, but when he saw the woman crying and making a fuss, the middle-aged man told himself rationally, and she could argue with the tall ugly Yin?

The middle-aged man comforted: "Yuan'er just talk about it, maybe he will come back after two days to go out for a walk, this kid I know that he has never killed a chicken in Dalian since he was a child, and his courage is smaller than that of a girl, he can still go to Beiming to fight, and he will come back in two days." ”

When the woman heard this, she restrained her crying slightly, thinking that what the middle-aged man said was right, what kind of temperament her son had, she knew best as a mother, she had been pampered since she was a child, and she would cry and cry when she endured a little hardship, not to mention going to fight on the dangerous battlefield, maybe she had not yet walked out of Bianjing City and came back with a bubble on the soles of her feet.

However, even so, she couldn't swallow this breath, thinking of the culprit who killed her son who ran away from home, the woman said angrily: "The girl of the Dong family must not spare her easily."

The woman's angry teeth itched, if it weren't for the girl of the Dong family who couldn't look down on her son, and said 'no power to bind the chicken', what she likes is a heroic man with iron bones, how could her son give birth to Beiming's mind, the more the woman thinks about it, the more angry she becomes, with her own status, what good girl can't find, even if she is a famous talented girl, how can she be like it, and she can't look down on her own source, and now she has to get her into her own door, and when she enters her own door, she will sooner or later make that little girl look good.

The middle-aged man reprimanded in a deep voice: "Okay, isn't it shameful enough?"

The woman pointed to the middle-aged man's nose and shouted, "Even you are angry with me..."

The Dong family is also a Confucian and Taoist family, although it is not as good as the Zhang family of Sanya Sheng, but it is also the oldest family of Confucianism and Taoism, and the Bailu Academy of the top ten academies was founded by the ancestors of the Dong family.

On a quiet and elegant attic, Dong Xuanji, known as one of the three talented women in Confucianism, stood by the window of the attic, admiring the colorful yellow flowers in the courtyard.

At this moment, a girl in a green skirt ran up the stairs to the attic panting and said, "Miss, you don't know that Confucianism is really messed up now, and the streets are full of people sent by the Zhang family to find Zhang Qingyuan." ”

Dong Xuan held his chin and looked out the window, and the goose-yellow cuffs hung down to reveal his white and flawless little arms.

The son of the Zhang family, mediocre, born well, born in a Sanya saint family, how can this kind of person match her Dong Xuanji, she is not good to say it in person, so she casually fabricated a lie to play him, but she didn't expect to make such a big mess, she hates family marriage, hates this feeling of being arranged, her fate should be chosen by herself, even if she is a talented woman with a reputation in Confucianism, she can't even be the master of her own fate, she doesn't even have the right to choose her husband, all she wants is freedom.

Dong Xuanji looked at the yellow flowers outside the window, when it was in full bloom for another year, how long could he last, maybe his fate was destined to marry a husband and children.

If it is a man, how good it should be, if it is a man, she must be the indulgent and indulgent admirer worthy of the great heroes of heaven and earth, not a little woman who can only embroider in the deep boudoir.

On the river crossing out of the city in Bianjing, a small boat was moving slowly, and the boatman was squeaking and holding the oars, looking at the Zhang family who were hurriedly walking by the riverside, and said something was wrong.

In the cabin, a young man was dressed in tattered cloth clothes, wearing a hat, and his white face was deliberately smeared with a few handfuls of mud, and his eyes showed the stubbornness of a teenager.

Dong Xuanji, little girl, he Zhang Qingyuan will definitely impress you.

The young man didn't know that there would be so many dangerous tribulations in the future, and if he knew now that the future would be so hard, he wouldn't have secretly run away from home if he was killed.

Of course, there will also be no world-famous heavenly sword!

Same time.

In the remote and remote countryside of China, there are dozens of small villages with dozens of families, and the people in the village live in forbidden adobe houses.

At the head of the village, more than a dozen young men with machetes and wooden spears on their backs walked out of this place where they had lived for more than 20 years, and behind them, at the head of the village, a group of old men with yellow muscles, thin and tattered clothes waved goodbye.

Another place.

In the academy, the young man looked at the clouds in the north, put down the book in his hand and walked out of the academy.

Another place.

The blind swordsman came towards the north with a three-foot iron sword on his back.

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One after another, people with different purposes rushed to the north due to fate.