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There is a mountain on the south side of the Youxin tribe, and there is a lonely thatched hut on the mountainside, which is Yi Zhi's home.

This Yi Zhi is indeed a strange person, Ji Pingren gave him a good horse to follow, he didn't want it, he only chose a ox to plough three acres of thin fields under Nanshan; he didn't want to give him a golden and jade high house, he only built a thatched house in Nanshan to live; asked him to be the leader of the big tribe, he didn't do it, only the leader of the eldest lady's servant......

All these strange things, people from the Xin clan are all amazed when they mention it, but there is no one who does not give a thumbs up, and the prestige is so high, except for the patriarch of Xi Pingren, there is no one else who can compare.

It was in such public opinion that Datang and his party walked all the way and asked questions, and approached the hut in Nanshan step by step.

From a distance, there is no fence in the yard, but two thick plane trees are very eye-catching. When I walked in, I saw clearly, I was bare, and there was a fence under the two plane trees.

What a weirdo, can this plane tree still be stolen?

When Datang walked to the door, a thin middle-aged man was walking out of the yard with a hoe, and stopped after seeing their group.

The man was about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, and was dressed in a linen garment, with a patch on his clothes that was particularly eye-catching, but the wash was spotless.

This is the world's most famous Yizhi.

Yi Zhi's waist was straight, his head was slightly raised, and he smiled slightly at Datang, looking extremely proud.

This kind of pride is different from the pride of the Nine Xuanyao, and the pride of Xuanniao does not take the rest of the people very seriously. But Yi Zhi's eyes are calm, and occasionally he turns and flashes with amazing wisdom, which is the pride of his calm self-confidence after reading people and things.

He put the hoe on the ground, bent down slightly to Datang, and made a standard slave meeting ceremony when he met his master: "The old slave just heard that someone has discarded the face of His Royal Highness Xia Guoliu twice in a row, and I just wanted to go and see it, but I didn't expect you to come to the door." ”

Datang hurriedly helped him up, and even the black robe was full of respect, how dare he slack off: "The first thing the student intended to do was to visit Mr. all the way over, but there was some delay on the way, don't blame Mr." ”

Yi Zhi held his arm, looked Datang up and down, and a substantial gaze seemed to shoot into his soul.

After a while, he patted Datang's arm and smiled: "A few years ago, I really heard a lot of news about ugly sons, I said at the time that the children born to Uncle Shang and Bai Girl should not be so unbearable. ”

The white girl here is naturally Bai Su, the biological mother of the Tang Dynasty.

Datang walked into the house with Yi Zhi, only to see that the house was poorly furnished, and there were books as far as the eye could see.

When Yi Zhi went to prepare to pour water, Datang casually flipped up a roll, and the font on the bamboo slips was beautiful, and the body was full.

The strange thing is that these books are simple and unremarkable, and they are not like the classics in Bocheng Academy, which must not be read by people with perseverance.

Datang gently put down the scroll, and his heart was still turbulent. The classics handed down from ancient times are all engraved on the tortoiseshell bamboo slips and bells, but without exception they are all handled by monks, and people who are not monks or people with great perseverance cannot read them.

This greatly restricts the dissemination of knowledge, and this slow speed of knowledge dissemination restricts the progress of the entire human civilization.

The fault line in the transmission of knowledge stems from the insurmountable social strata between slaves and slave owners, and the insurmountable power gap between monks and mortals, which has been formed for thousands of years.

Although what Yi Zhi is doing now is just a roll of bamboo slips, when he thinks about it, he actually challenges the existing conventions that are common in the world.

Maybe it takes a lot of thought for others to understand such a thing, but Datang knows so many different social forms, so he is naturally more acceptable, and can look at the whole thing from a height that even far surpasses that of the Xia Hou clan.

So of course he could understand Yi Zhi, and bowed deeply from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. Yi has the people of the world in his heart, and his vision is so lofty that no one in the world can match, and he admires it in his later life." ”

Yi Zhi hurriedly pulled up Datang, looked at him deeply, smiled and sent the water to Datang, and said:

"Others see the old slave as a weirdo, but they don't understand it. Even a person as intelligent as the White Girl, when he saw these scrolls, said that I was a pedantic servant, rotten from the skin to the bones. It is said that I have wasted my God-given talent for cultivating the truth, and I have wasted my God-given wisdom and intelligence, and instead I have specialized in studying the minutiae classics, pots and pans, and other details. ”

He took a sip of water and said: "It is also his blessing that the son can marry a white girl, but unfortunately, this world is still too small for her!"

Datang rarely heard about his mother, and the last time the black robe casually mentioned a few words and couldn't do it, which made him very unhappy. Now that Yi Zhi has talked about it, Datang has also put aside the matter of Shujian and asked Bai Su about it.

Yi Zhi didn't have such or such scruples in his heart, and told Bai Su about it from beginning to end. There are things he has seen with his own eyes, there are things he has heard, and when it comes to the excitement, he can't wait to tell every detail, which really stunned Datang.

The water on the table was replaced with wine, and when the wine was empty, a pottery urn was moved, and the two of them drank three large urns in half a day, and their faces were red and their ears were red and their belly was swollen.

Bai Su is the most powerful female monk in three hundred years, and the Xia Hou, who had been pressed by herself, had to bow her head, and the one in the East China Sea Laiyi Kingdom who threw her sword and admitted defeat, and the three seedlings and nine Li Baiyue of Southern Xinjiang trembled when she saw Bai Yi.

It was only at this time that Datang felt the true meaning of being honored, and realized that compared to Xuanniao and Yi Zhi, he, a child from clown to adulthood, was the one he should be most proud of.

The whole fish feast at noon was not eaten, but the two people of this size had already shown signs of being confidants in less than two hours after they met here, and many words were no longer hidden.

"Xiao Tang, last time your father and the black robe wanted me to go to the Shang Kingdom, but I didn't go, do you know why not?" Although Yi Zhi drank too much, his clothes were still not wrinkled, and he kicked the already crooked Da Tang, and said:

"Because there is a white girl in the Shang Kingdom, where do you still use me, a half-person, to point fingers, if the white girl dies, the Shang Kingdom will become a thorn in the eyes of the Xia Hou, and what I can play is very limited, and the pattern of the sub-master is far worse than Bai Su who swallows the sky. ”

Datang smiled: "It's only been a few days since I came out, and several people have said bad things about my father." Haha, but I'm happy with what you said!"

"Did you see those two sycamores at the door?" asked Yi Zhi again.

Datang looked at the door, those two plane trees were afraid that they were some years old, and an adult couldn't hold them with his arms outstretched. He said, "I have long wanted to say that you old monster don't have half a stick fence in your yard, but you have made a fence for them. Don't say I don't know, hehe, plant the plane tree and attract the golden phoenix!"

Yi Zhi said: "These two trees are twenty years old, twenty years old!"

Datang interrupted him: "I'll just say that you people like to live in the middle of the mountain, pretend to be lonely and pretend to be tall, I will plant two trees at the door of my yard when I go back, which year will attract the phoenix and which year." ”

Yi Zhi heard this, his drunken eyes regained a little clarity, and then the chaos went down again, he looked outside the courtyard, Gu Yu and Xiao Qi began to prepare meals again, the nine Xuanniao cultivated separately, and the colorful Lushu beast was wandering back and forth, and the occasional cry seemed to be singing.

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