After doing these things, I had another meal, and it was only half past one in the afternoon.

Mu Zhengyang needs to wait for his mother Liu Lihua to close at half past two, take a passenger bus back to Zhangshu Village together, and walk along the Daxi River when he is bored.

The Great Creek River is lined with willow trees, and long turquoise willow sticks hang down in the Great Creek River.

There is a small wooden boat wandering in the river, and the two gray-sidedness river guards wear yellow life jackets and hold a long bamboo pole tied to a net, focusing on salvaging the garbage that has fallen into the river.

There was a period of time when the Daxi River was extremely polluted, but the people of the later countries paid attention to environmental protection and regained its clarity after some treatment.

Mu Zhengyang walked aimlessly by the river, from the Daxi River thought of the social situation in these years, people have been paying attention to the development of the economy and society, and neglected the construction of personal moral cultivation, and even there will be a corruption of social atmosphere, and even moral degradation, and the once clear bottom of the fish and shrimp everywhere in the Daxi River, and later by industry, life pollution, the river stinky fish and shrimp extinction, quite similar.

Although the river has become clear after being cleaned, it lacks its former vitality, and it is not possible to completely restore it to its previous state.

"This materialistic society is like a polluted river, I hope that one day I can be like this river guard, row a flat boat on the big river full of turbulent waves, salvage the negative garbage in the world, and return the world to a bright future!"

Mu Zhengyang felt when he saw things, and secretly thought in his heart, only in this way can he inherit the academy and get two treasures to show meaning.

As soon as I thought of this, I suddenly felt it.

The book appeared in Mu Zhengyang's mind, Mu Zhengyang's whole person reached a state of mystery and mystery, and the teachings from the ancient sages seemed to sound in his ears, but unfortunately it was very vague and difficult to hear, the sky and white clouds in Xizhong County were unpredictable, and finally a condensed into a glow projected on the position of Mu Zhengyang's station, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

Mu Zhengyang was stunned, these days, as long as he has time, he will use it to read, but he started too late, there are still the last two layers of "Three Character Self-cultivation Sutra" that have not been deduced, "Hundred Wrong Fists" is only deduced, and "Thousand Fantasy Steps" is only a little fur, but at the moment when the sun shines through the body just now, all the complete meanings of these three books are presented in his mind!

And on weekdays, when he is not reading, books will seem ordinary and impermanent, but at this time, there is a layer of hazy fog on the blank pages, which is extremely mysterious.

"What's going on?"

After Mu Zhengyang got the two treasures, he saw such a scene for the first time, and he was extremely puzzled in his heart.

A few wisps of hazy mist floating on the book dissipated in Mu Zhengyang's Mud Palace Pill.

Mu Zhengyang had a little more understanding in his heart, and secretly smiled in his heart: "I didn't expect that I was just walking by the Daxi River, and when I saw the elderly river guards salvaging the garbage in the river, I set a small goal for myself in my life, but I inadvertently got a chance." ”

Zhang Hengqu, a great Confucian in the Northern Song Dynasty, said in "Zhang Zi's Quotations and Quotations", "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations." ”。

These few sentences established the life values of the reader, Mu Zhengyang Shicai made a grand wish in his heart, hoping that one day he could be like this river guard, drive a flat boat on the turbulent and swirling river, salvage the negative garbage in the world, and return the world to a bright and clear world.

But this benefit is not in vain, and there is a kind of restriction similar to the Buddhist Jizo Bodhisattva's grand wish that "hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha".

If Mu Zhengyang does not fulfill his ambition, he will never be able to achieve true detachment.

However, all this is still too far away for Mu Zhengyang, and at present, he is at best an ordinary person who has obtained adventures, and he has a long way to go if he wants to do this.

The rest of Xizhong County looked up at the sky and marveled at the beauty of the sky, no one knew that there was a young man who had made a great wish.

Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian.

Mu Zhengyang himself will not regard this grand wish as pressure, for him, it is nothing more than resigning himself to the fate of heaven!

Continuing along the Daxi River, there is a newly built red pavilion.

In the pavilion, there was a very delicate-looking girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, facing the Daxi River, holding a brush in her hand, and a pile of white paper on the round stone table.

Mu Zhengyang thought he was sketching and painting, but when he took a closer look, he found that the girl was practicing calligraphy.

Go further is the nine-hole bridge, cross the bridge is the passenger station, Mu Zhengyang does not like the noisy environment of the passenger station, so he quietly watched the girl practice calligraphy in the pavilion.

Half a day.

The girl stood up, wearing a pair of denim shorts, her thighs looked fair and slender, her long hair was scattered on her shoulders casually, and she smiled back at Mu Zhengyang and said, "You've been standing and watching for so long, don't you get tired!"

"It's okay!", Mu Zhengyang said embarrassedly.

"Do you like calligraphy?"

"Hmm!"

"Then what do you think of my writing?", the girl pointed to a pair of words on the round pass and said to Mu Zhengyang.

She deliberately teased Mu Zhengyang, now people are more elegant, and there are very few people who really like calligraphy, and the young man in front of her, like everyone else, is likely to say that he likes calligraphy in order to talk to her, and specially asked this young man to comment on the words he wrote.

Written on it is a Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang's "Yongliu", "Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down." I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors", it is written in a line of cursive, on the surface it is scattered and difficult to read, and it is difficult for people who do not understand calligraphy to say the wonders.

"Hehe, it can be seen that you have a lot of skills, at your age, it is already very good!", Mu Zhengyang praised.

The girl was a little angry when she heard Mu Zhengyang's words, she had seen a lot of people like this, she didn't understand if she didn't understand, obviously she was not a few years older than herself, and she pretended to be old-fashioned and proficient in calligraphy, and asked aggressively with her eyes, "Can you tell me more about what is good?"

"The pen is calm and happy, the lines are full of changes, and the turn is not slippery, and the fold is not sluggish. Heavy but not turbid, light and not floating. Take the strength of the center, take the side of the striker, retract and release freely, jump and move. If you look at the glyphs and chapters, it seems that among the "madness", there are also some shadows of famous contemporary calligraphers. ”

This girl's walking grass is indeed very bright, and she doesn't seem to have adventures like herself, she should be a famous teacher, Mu Zhengyang said some advantages very pertinently, otherwise he would be bored and would not have watched behind this girl for so long.