The man in the Confucian shirt claimed to be the person in charge here, and then he looked at the two brothers with sympathy on his face, until the scalp was numb and creepy, and he smiled and announced a decision that seemed to him cruel - you two are going to be scholars!

Mao Honghui was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, scholars can not only read for free, but also have the greatest possibility of both wealth and wealth.

It's just that Mao Jiuchang beside him seems to have foresight, and when the man in the Confucian shirt speaks, he puts his hand on his shoulder without a trace, and at this time, the strength of his hand increases greatly, Mao Honghui naturally droops his eyebrows and eyes, and his mouth is about to cry.

Fortunately, he was not stupid, and after turning his head and seeing Mao Jiuchang's face full of frustration, he held back the resentment in his heart, sniffled, opened and closed his mouth but did not speak.

The corners of the man in the Confucian shirt quietly hooked up an arc, if it was short-lived, fleeting. He quickly regained his lazy appearance again, and walked to the low ridge in the courtyard to enclose the plantain and sat down, "However, you two don't have to be too sad, there is only one place, so ...... Discuss it for yourselves. ”

After the man in the Confucian shirt finished speaking, he was a little gloating, he seemed to want to see the two brothers fall out because of this, and it was best to break the blood flow and fight for your life.

"Then you go! Did you hear that?" Mao Jiuchang grimaced, and his voice was fierce.

This time, Mao Honghui finally didn't drop the chain at the critical moment, and the tears that were dripping and rolling in his eyes before came out at this time, and he pouted pitifully, wanting to say goodbye.

"What do you have to say, although you argue with reason, uncle, I am your solid backing!"

The man in the Confucian shirt seemed to think that this was too boring, so he fanned the flames on the side and tried his best to instigate it.

It's a pity that this Mao Honghui is like a mess of mud that can't be pasted on the wall, allowing the man in the Confucian shirt to speak skillfully, but in the end, he is like a flattering eye thrown to the blind, and he is busy in vain!

"Okay, you deserve to study every day!" The man in the Confucian shirt seemed to be a little annoyed, and waved his hand, "Who is that, you can take him to Ruizhu to be a scholar!"

The middle-aged man with a good look came out, but he seemed to stop talking.

"Hurry up and get someone out of here!"

The man in the Confucian shirt slapped his thigh, which frightened the middle-aged man and quickly dragged Mao Honghui and ran away.

The breeze is coming, the plantain is dancing lightly, the fragrance is pervasive, and it is quiet and pleasant.

The man in the Confucian shirt rested his hands behind his head, leaned back, and lay on the narrow ridge of the garden, leisurely closing his eyes and crossing Erlang's legs, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mao Jiuchang on the side just wanted to ask himself where to go, and suddenly a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, only to feel that his whole body was comfortable, as if he was bathed in the warm spring sun.

He subconsciously exhaled, closed his eyes, and then fell unconsciously to the ground.

"I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the ones who come after. Thinking of heaven and earth, I am alone and crying!"

"What is the avenue to be expected, dare to ask where the road is?"

The boy vaguely heard someone singing and whispering something in his ear, over and over again, endlessly.

"What Qian Zhongsu, Golden House, Yan Ruyu, Lao Tzu only needs to be immortal!"

"What will happen to the generations of people who will be reincarnated, and can they be replaced or joined by them?"

"Hahaha......"

......

In a trance, the young man seemed to see a man with big sleeves rushing to the crown in anger, looking up to the sky and howling, and finally, singing loudly, stepping into the sky.

When Mao Jiuchang woke up, his mind was dizzy, as if he had drunk a lot of wine, and when he found out where he was, he immediately trembled and woke up.

The boy lifted the fine silk and gold velvet quilt covering his body, crept out of bed, and before he had taken two steps, he heard the lazy voice that he least wanted to hear at this time.

"Are you awake?" the man in the Confucian shirt lifted the beaded curtain and walked in with a smile on his face.

"Why do you people always like to stun people? Is there anything you can't say to your face?" The young man remembered that the world had changed greatly after he had been in a coma before, and he couldn't help but be a little afraid, and then a little angry, thinking that anyway, he stretched out his head and stabbed his head, and he was afraid that he would be a bird!

"There is a god in the head, I want to talk about my heart, but I can only wronged you. ”

The man in the Confucian shirt still had a smile on his lips, but his perception was very different from before. This time, he no longer looks like a lazy and lazy son, but has transformed into an elegant and humble gentleman. Warm as jade.

"It's not appropriate to talk for a long time here, let's move to the study, please here!"

The two of them sat opposite each other across the desk, and the man in the Confucian shirt took the lead in opening the conversation, "Now that the battle for Taoism is becoming more and more fierce, even in a poor and remote country like the Great Xia Kingdom, there is no peace." ”

As soon as the young man was about to speak, the man in the Confucian shirt raised his right hand to signal him not to rush to ask questions first.

"Our Chixian Shenzhou ended the absurd era of Ru Mao drinking blood due to the appearance of the five emperors, among which the brilliant Yellow Emperor has far-reaching vision and is convincing. He was the first to perceive a major ill of the human race, so he personally issued an edict, and then Cangjie made words, and then after the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, ten thousand years, the human race dominated the world. ”

When the man in the Confucian shirt said this, his face was full of fascination, and he sighed: "Such a person, I regret not being able to recognize it! If I can see it, it is not a pity to die!"

Then, he waved his hand again at Mao Jiuchang, whose mouth was moving slightly, to show that his words were not finished.

"The invincibility of the world is the beginning of infighting, coinciding with the decline of the central dominance, the heroes competing for the deer, and the next is the Warring States era that will harm future generations. ”

"The original intention of writing was to benefit future generations, but it became a source of vitality for another kind of disaster. ”

"Through continuous learning and progress in writing, people's understanding of the Tao has deepened day by day, and many unprecedented strong people have been brewed. And there are three thousand avenues, and everyone has their own aspirations, and differences arise. These strong men created their own ways, traveled between nations, recruited disciples, and established their own courts. This era was called 'a hundred schools of thought contending' by later generations. ”

"It looks like a prosperous scene, but the battle for Taoism without gunpowder is as lethal as the battlefield is as lethal as it is not. ”

"How many happy families in the world have fallen apart and killed each other because of the difference in recognition of Taoism?"

Although I have not witnessed the scene of that day, we can still think about it in the future. ”

"At that time, some people counted thousands of Taoist systems, but only a few dozen had a greater impact. Later, a total of 12 schools gained power, namely Legalism, Taoism, Moism, Confucianism, Yin and Yang, Celebrities, Miscellaneous Families, Farmers, Novelists, Vertical and Horizontal Families, Soldiers, and Doctors. ”

After saying this, the man in the Confucian shirt added, "Buddhism is another lineage that came in from the outside. ”

"At present, the surviving and influential Dao system is known to only a few people. Only a few families are fighting like this, let alone hundreds or thousands. ”

Mao Jiuchang finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, "What's the use of you telling me this?"

"These distant and fleeting things, let's talk about so much today!" The man in the Confucian shirt stood up and stretched, looked at the frowning young man and smiled: "My name is Chen Ziang." ”

"Let's talk about that Ye Xiaochuan. As he spoke, he casually fished out a purple rabbit from the sea of pens hanging like a forest on his right hand, wrote the three big characters "Ye Xiaochuan" crookedly, and then bowed his waist and blew ink with a proud face.

The young man was not surprised that the man in front of him spit out the three words "Ye Xiaochuan", but generously got up and stepped forward to observe the handwriting.

Connoisseurs look at the doorway, and laymen look at the bustle.

"Good words! The boy said after a closer look.

If there are others here, you can't help but ridicule the young man for not knowing how to pretend to understand, flattering, where is such a twisted font as a "good"?

The man in the Confucian shirt laughed, only to feel hearty.

Even if his Chen Ziang's words are placed in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, they are priceless, so how can anyone understand such a calligraphy? Is the person who sneers at the young man really an expert?

There is also beauty in "ugliness", which is not enough for outsiders.

"Sit down, let's talk about Ye Xiaochuan next. The man in the Confucian shirt stretched out his hand and motioned for the young man to sit down, and then began to tell about Ye Xiaochuan.

"The name of Xia is very big, but this Great Xia Kingdom is a land of projectiles, and it has no name. Chixian Shenzhou, also known as Huaxia, China, and Middle Earth, is no longer divided into Kyushu as before, but according to the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Western Qin and Han Dynasties, Southern Song and Yuan Dynasties, Northern Sixteen, and the Ming and Qing Dynasties. ”

The boy didn't know why, wasn't this still a topic that had nothing to do with "himself"? It's just that he couldn't ask questions now, because he didn't want to pierce the paper himself.

"This is established in the name of the hegemons who dominate all sides, and these hegemons are deeply entrenched, so this method of dividing the pattern is quite practical. ”

"The Great Xia kingdom where we are now belongs to the subordinate state of the Song Dynasty's vassal state Da Liao, and further south, after passing the Nanjian of another vassal state, we will reach the southernmost part of Middle Earth. There was the Yuan Dynasty, which had the most extensive territory, and it did not accept any attachments, and all the land it could grab was included in its own territory. There is a branch of Buddhism that is followed, I don't know very well, anyway, the people are fierce, and the Great Song Dynasty has prospered and suppressed them steadily, otherwise Middle-earth will inevitably fight for years. Although the Great Song Dynasty was a mixture of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, it had its own climate. The three-legged stand is also beautiful. ”

"Let's talk about the subject and the subject. The former is offered every year and can take care of the government by itself, while the latter is offered once every three years and is also subject to restrictions. ”

"One more point, worth mentioning. These subjects can apply for asylum from the court, while the vassals, which are numerous and usually not protected by the subjects, are the same as long as they are worshipped. Even, whoever has the most output, it will support whomever it supports. ”

"Therefore, now it seems that the world is peaceful, but in fact, there is constant friction between such subordinate countries, and the war has been going on for many years. Moreover, it is not without precedent for a subordinate state to destroy a subject state. ”

"Fortunately, there are small fights between them, because there are no powerful monks involved, and powerful people are attached to the major heavenly kingdoms. ”

"However, in recent years, there has been a stalemate in the struggle between the various great powers in the Celestial Empire, so they have set their sights on these vassal countries and subordinate countries, and the legs of flies are also meat, which is better than nothing. ”

"Okay, now we can talk about this Ye Xiaochuan. The man in the shirt paused for a moment, and glanced at the young man intentionally, who grinned at him, "Sir, please speak, the boy listens." ”

"This guy named Ye Xiaochuan accidentally stepped into the evil path that is not accepted by the world, this kind of evil skill that swallows qi and blood at the beginning, and then ** qi is cultivated day by day, but there are many drawbacks, and the more it is later, the more difficult it is to get rid of impurities, especially the mottled spirit of others, if it is not handled properly, the gains often outweigh the losses. In order to subdue this madman, it is said that six saints, five Buddhas, seven Taoist ancestors, and eighteen Yuan Emperors were dispatched according to the statistics of all sides! This battle also gave the world a vague glimpse of the terrifying strength of the Heavenly Empire on all sides. ”

"Under the emperor realm, they are all ants. The man in the shirt stopped abruptly and glanced at the boy with great meaning, and this time the boy read in it expectations, worries, and determinations.

"Why do I want to talk about this Ye Xiaochuan? Because he has a lot of luck, which is related to his secret background, but I don't know very well. ”

The young man couldn't sit still when he heard this, and the man in the Confucian shirt signaled him to be calm, "The mystery of his life experience will be told to him sooner or later, if the time is not enough, it will not be beautiful if it is early." ”

The young man was still a little dreamy, he couldn't imagine that there were still people in this world who knew his background.

The man in the Confucian shirt paused for a while, and when he saw the young man signaling him to continue, he spoke: "The Liaodong Xie family and the Huaiyin Zhang family he met in Changyi County are all famous families of the Great Song Dynasty, but they only belong to second-rate forces. Later, Wang Xian's father and son were also disciples of Confucianism, and they had no special background. However, that Wang Xian is a good material, if he can kill Ye Xiaochuan, the future is immeasurable!"

"As for that Zhao Qingya, it is a big family in Shangjing, Daliao, who has been in business for generations and has been involved in all walks of life. It's a pity that she is very unsatisfactory in the family, otherwise she would not have been assigned to such a small place as a descendant. ”

"Oh, by the way, and the little girl before was the little princess of Da Liao, and the two sisters who have always been inconspicuous are from Nanjian Kingdom. As for Shu Yao and his ilk, there are too many involved, and it is inconvenient to say more, and these have seriously violated the 'Heavenly Rule'. So, today is the first time we meet, and probably the last. ”

Hearing this, the young man's face was solemn, he stood up and asked respectfully, "What does the gentleman want Ye Xiaochuan to do?" Or what do you want to say to him?"

The man in the Confucian shirt seemed to have been waiting for him to say this, "I hope he understands that he is extraordinary, the mountains and rivers are far from being able to withstand the dripping water through the stones! The mystery of his life experience, and even the resurrection of the deceased, is not impossible, the key depends on where he can go." Moreover, he also carries an unspeakable responsibility. For this reason, I, Chen Ziang, am willing to make this first stepping stone!"

Although the man in the Confucian shirt said this sonorously and loudly, the young man clearly felt his helplessness, if there was no way out, who was willing to sacrifice himself for a person who was not a relative?

Born at the wrong time, unwilling to be mediocre.

But the big husband would rather be broken than broken!

The man in the Confucian shirt finally sighed in his heart, hoping that one day, his name could be recited by hundreds of millions of living beings, and he sighed with emotion, so it was worth it.

When Mao Jiuchang left the Chen Mansion, he still had a feeling of unreality. Those messy things poured into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenager, and it really took time to digest.

Not far from the young man, a little man who was a head shorter than him was still happily describing to him how he got along happily with the little girl named Chen Ruizhu today. In the end, he sighed again and again, saying that reading is really interesting, and it would be nice if it would be like this all the time in the future!

It was this sentence that made the teenager suddenly startled, it has always been like this?

Not to mention the heavy responsibility, the unsolved life and the people who have passed away are enough for him to do his best.

The boy strode forward, and the temperament of the whole person quietly changed.

In a dark corner not far away, a man in a Confucian shirt smiled with relief when he saw this scene, and then retracted his gaze and looked at the hazy shadow behind him, "As long as it doesn't end as a fall, it's not a pity for me Chen Ziang to die!"