In the room at the gate of Qingxia Island, the situation map of Shujianhu Island and the nearby city of Chizhou County, the household registration files of the incense house, the genealogy of the patriarchal halls of the major islands, and the excerpts and manuscripts of nearly 200,000 words are all classified one by one, and most of them have been put into the cabinet drawers, just like the medicine drawers of the Yang family's shop and the dust medicine store, but the books are still piled up on the other side.

There was a bookcase, a row of cabinets against the wall, a dining table, and nothing more than a chair, two benches, and a small bench.

Later, because Gu Can often visited the house, from late autumn to winter, he liked to sit at the door of the house for a long time, either basking in the sun and napping, or chatting with the little loach, Chen Ping'an was visiting a purple bamboo island, and the very bookish island owner, asked for three rods of purple bamboo, two large and one small, the former chopped and made two small bamboo chairs, and the latter baked and polished into a fishing rod. I just made a fishing rod and was in Shujian Lake, but I never had the opportunity to fish.

Tonight, Chen Ping'an opened the food box and silently ate supper at the dinner table.

Chen Ping'an is still waiting for a reply from Tongyezhou Taipingshan.

Even if Wei Yan has given all the answers, it is not that Chen Ping'an does not believe in this old god of the Divine Water Kingdom surrounded by clouds and mist, but what Chen Ping'an needs to do next, no matter how he seeks the truth, it is not too much.

It's just that the flying sword transmission across continents is possible, and it is possible for a mud cow to enter the sea, plus today's Shujian Lake is a place of right and wrong, and the flying sword communication is from Qingxia Island, which is the target of everyone, so Chen Ping'an has already prepared for the worst, but it really can't be done, so he asked Wei Yan to do a favor and write a letter on his behalf, and send a letter from Phiyun Mountain to Zhong Kui of Taiping Mountain.

If it was Chen Ping'an, who traveled to the rivers and lakes for the first time, maybe even if he had these relationships, he would only go around by himself, and he would feel upset if he didn't bother others, but now it's different.

Chen Ping'an doesn't want to live like the kind of lonely person in the mouth of the old Taoist in the East China Sea, owing some favors, it's not terrible, there is borrowing and repaying, in the future, if a friend encounters difficulties, he can speak more easily, as long as he doesn't borrow it to pay it back.

Chen Ping'an finished supper, packed the food box, spread out a newspaper in his hand, and began to browse.

I wrote some anecdotes about the current book Jianhu, which is similar to the official newspaper sent to the official office by the official bureau of the secular dynasty, in fact, during the trip, when he was in the Baihuayuan Inn of Qingluan Country, Chen Ping'an had seen the wonder of this kind of immortal mansion newspaper. After staying in Shujian Lake for a long time, Chen Ping'an also followed the customs of the locals, and asked Gu Can to help ask for a Xianjia Mansion newspaper, as long as there was a freshly baked mansion newspaper, someone would send it to the house.

Interesting things happen almost every day on Miyanagi Island, and if they happen on the same day, they will be spread all over Shujian Lake the next day.

This is thanks to a place called Liuwu Island, where the monks on the island, from the owner of the island to the outer disciples, and even the miscellaneous servants, do not practice on the island, and wander outside all day long, all the money earned to make a living, relying on what they have seen and heard on various occasions, plus a little bit of chasing the wind and shadows, so as to sell gossip, and will also give half of the Shujian Lake Island, as well as ponds, cloud buildings, The wealthy families of the four lakeside cities of the green tung gold bottle send them a Fengxian family mansion newspaper from time to time, there are few things, the newspaper may be the size of a tofu block, the price is also low, the reserve price, a snowflake money, if there are many things, the newspaper is as big as a map, and there are more than a dozen snowflakes at every turn.

Recently, this newspaper mainly writes about the recent situation of Gongliu Island, and also introduces the brilliance of some newly rising islands, as well as some new things about the old and senior islands, such as the old ancestor of Biqiao Island, who brought back an amazing young monk genius who naturally has Taoist resonance for Fu Gong. Another example is Lamei Island Waterfall Nunnery, a girl who was originally unknown, suddenly grew up in the past two years, Lamei Island made a special trip for her to open up the mirror flower water moon this financial road, never thought that in the first month, watching the girl's winding style of the mountain high-rollers like clouds, dropped a lot of fairy money, it made Lamei Island aura skyrocketed by as much as 10%. There is also Yunxiu Island, which has been silent for a hundred years and "falls in the middle of the family road", a monk who was born as a miscellaneous servant and has not been favored by others, has become the new Shujian Lake Jindan Dixian after Qingxia Shimada Hujun, so Yunxiu Island, who is not even qualified to go to Gongliu Island to participate in the alliance, has been shouting for the past two days that they must arrange a seat for them, otherwise no matter who the Jianghu monarch is, as long as Yunxiu Island is absent, it is not justified.

Chen Ping'an looked at these wonderful "other things" and thought it was very funny, and after reading it once, he couldn't help but watch it again.

On this newspaper, among them, the young monk of Lamei Island, the chief writer monk of Liuwu Island specially left her a palm-sized place, similar to the kind of rubbing technique of the Jiaoshan ferry, plus Chen Ping'an's painting of the painter monk on the ferry on Osmanthus Island, on the newspaper, the girl's appearance, lifelike, is a side standing under the plum tree of the waterfall hermitage, Chen Ping'an glanced at it a few times, it is indeed a girl with a moving temperament, but I don't know if there is a fairy family "skin and bones" The secret technique changes the physiognomy, if Zhu Yong and the old-timer surnamed Xun are here, most of them can see through it at a glance.

Chen Ping'an bought the newspaper relatively late, and when he looked at the strange people and customs of many islands, he didn't know that before the tragedy of Furong Mountain, all the news about him, the bookkeeper of Qingxia Island, was the biggest source of wealth for Liuwu Island some time ago.

Of course, Liuwu Island didn't dare to write too much, but it was more of a beautiful word, otherwise I would have to worry that Gu Can would slap Liuwu Island with that big loach. Historically, the monks of Liuwu Island have not suffered a big loss, since the establishment of the ancestral hall, in the past five hundred years, they have moved three times, the worst one during the period, the vitality was greatly damaged, and the financial resources were not good, so they had to lease a small piece of land with an island.

Three times "convicted for words", one was in the early days of Liuxu Island, the monk did not know the severity of the pen, a newspaper, provoked the illegitimate son of the monarch of the rivers and lakes at that time. The second time, it was three hundred years ago, he annoyed the owner of Miyanagi Island, and added oil and vinegar to this old fairy and the disciple female cultivator, even if it was all good words, and the words in the pen were full of envy for the master and apprentice to become a fairy couple, but it was still

attracted Liu Laocheng's visit to the island, but he didn't kill anyone, but he was also so frightened that Liuwu Island changed the island the next day, which was regarded as making amends.

The third time, it was Liu Zhimao, in the newspaper, who accidentally tampered with Liu Zhimao's road name Intercepting Jiang Zhenjun to Intercepting Jiang Tianjun, making Liu Zhimao the laughing stock of the entire Shujian Lake overnight.

Liu Zhimao killed Liuwu Island and directly demolished the other party's ancestral hall, this time it was the most nerve-wracking one on Liuwu Island, and when he settled the account with the stunned Liuwu Island monk after the autumn, he found that the guy who wrote the newspaper actually ran away. It turned out that that guy was one of the many unjust ghosts under the hands of a great monk on Liuwu Island, who had been dormant on Liuwu Island for twenty years, and relied on one word to make the whole Liuwu Island miserable. And a monk from the Sea Viewing Realm who was in charge of inspecting the text of the mansion newspaper, although he was indeed derelict in his duties, he could not be regarded as the culprit in any way, and he was still taken out as a substitute for the dead ghost.

Chen Ping'an heard a rare knock on the door, and listened to the sparse and familiar footsteps before, it should be the porter of the Zhu Xian Mansion.

Hurriedly got up and opened the door, the "old woman" with green silk red crisp, politely declined Chen Ping'an's invitation to enter the house, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly: "Mr. Chen, can't you really write the story of my lord and the owner of Zhuchai Island?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Okay, then next time I go to your house, I will listen to Ma Yuanzhi's old past." ”

Although Hongshu's face is old, the ravines are vertical and horizontal, and for some reason, there will be a strong yin and evil aura, just condensing on her face, which makes her so ugly, but in fact, if she absorbs the aura of fairy money, her posture is not bad, and she has a pair of rather beautiful eyes, at this time she blinked, bold, and asked softly: "Mr. Chen deliberately rejected my master, right?

Chen Ping'an stretched out a finger to his mouth, signaling her that God knows that you know and I know, and that's it.

Under the moonlight, the woman smiled and the moonlight was bright.

Hongshu looked at the somewhat thin young man in front of him, lifted a pot of wine in his hand, sealed with yellow paper, and the body of the pot was wrapped with a red rope, and said with a soft smile: "It's not a valuable thing, it's called Huangteng wine, made of glutinous rice and japonica rice, it is the official wine of my hometown, which is the most popular among women, and is also nicknamed the table wine." Last time, I talked a lot with Mr. Chen, and I forgot about this stubble, so I asked someone to buy some, and I just sent them to the island. ”

She suddenly realized that her words were inappropriate, and hurriedly said: "The slave maid said that the woman loves to drink, but in fact, the man in his hometown also likes to drink. ”

Chen Ping'an took the pot of wine, nodded with a smile, and said, "Okay, if you are used to drinking, go to Zhu Xian's Mansion to find you." ”

After the red crisp is gone.

Chen Ping'an not only didn't drink, but also put the pot of wine in the close reach, but he didn't dare to drink it.

It's not that you can't believe in red cakes, but you can't believe in Qingxia Island and Shujian Lake. Even if there is no problem with this pot of wine, once you ask for something else, you don't know which pot of wine will have problems, so in the end, Chen Ping'an can only say to her at the concierge of Zhu Xian's Mansion that the wine is soft and not suitable for him. At this point, Chen Ping'an didn't feel that he was somewhat similar to Gu Can.

For that eventuality, Gu Can could kill 10,000 without hesitation.

Chen Ping'an was also afraid of that in case, so he could only put the kindness of the red crisp on hold for the time being and seal it.

It's just that the two seem to be similar, but in the end they are a similar "one", and the derivation is very different.

As long as Gu Can is still clinging to his oneness, Chen Ping'an and Gu Can's mental tug-of-war are destined to be unable to pull Gu Can to his side.

Chen Ping'an has also given up for the time being.

Even the most fundamental mental context of two people looking at the world is already different, and it is useless to let you say it.

So Gu Can has never seen the time that Chen Ping'an and the four of them in the lotus flower blessed land picture scroll have been together, nor have they seen the undercurrents surging in it, killing everywhere, and the final good reunion is good and dispersed, and there will be a reunion in the end.

may not be suitable for Shu Jianhu and Gu Can, but Gu Can is missing a possibility after all.

After gradually becoming familiar with the complex and intertwined veins of some of the highs and lows of Shujian Lake, Chen Ping'an believes that if Gu Can puts part of his mind on killing people, even if he learns Liu Zhimao's methods of winning people's hearts and cultivating power, Gu Can and his mother can live better and longer in Shujian Lake.

It's just that Chen Ping'an has seen more and thought more now, but he no longer has the heart to talk about these "nonsense".

Not saying it doesn't mean not doing it.

On the contrary, Chen Ping'an needs to do more.

After all the reasoning was explained, Gu Can still didn't know what was wrong, and Chen Ping'an could only retreat to the next best thing and stop the mistake.

As long as he is in Shujian Lake and lives at the gate of Qingxia Island as a bookkeeper, he can at least try to make Gu Can not continue to make big mistakes.

Since Gu Can doesn't know his mistakes and firmly believes that he is the most right, he will naturally not correct his mistakes, Chen Ping'an responded to two great favors for the sake of a meal, a boxing book, and two great favors.

Once because of his heart in the past, he had to break his golden courage, so that he could try to stay in Shujian Lake with the lowest "peace of mind", and everything he did next was to make up for Gu Can's mistakes.

It's a simple order.

It's not easy to do, especially in the first step, how Chen Ping'an persuaded himself that the golden courage was broken that night, and saying goodbye to the golden Confucian shirt villain was the price that must be had.

In the world, reasoning seems to be the easiest thing to do, but the difficulty lies in the truth that needs to be paid, whether to talk about it, and the conscience of one's heart, after torture and answer, if you still decide to talk about it, then once you talk about it, the price you pay is often unknown, you are willing to suffer yourself, and you can't talk to others.

In addition to these two things, Chen Ping'an needs to repair his state of mind.

Unable to remedy it halfway, he himself collapsed first.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the house, and this time he did not forget to blow out the two lights on the bookcase and the dining table.

After passing the mountain gate of Qingxia Island, I came to the ferry, and there was Chen Ping'an's ferry, standing by the lake, Chen Ping'an did not carry the sword immortal, and only wore a green shirt and long coat.

The world is lonely, there is no one around, the lake seems to be covered with broken silver, and the night breeze after winter is slightly cold.

Let Chen Ping'an rank among the fifth realms in boxing, especially after wearing a robe and golden liquor, tonight, he finally felt the warmth and coldness of the world's solar terms that he had not seen for a long time.

As the rivers and lakes go farther and farther, especially after seeing more and more officialdom and the situation on the mountain, Chen Ping'an admires Master Ruan's views on the relationship between master and apprentice more and more, and more and more admires Cui Dongshan's chess outside the chess game that taught him.

Ruan Qiong accepted the disciples, not for the sake of the master's quarrel with someone one day, the disciples coaxed on the side, wantonly attacked the opponent, or did not ask about right and wrong, and resolutely threw themselves into the battlefield.

Ruan Qiong once said that I only accept disciples from those who are in the same way, not some apprentices who only know how to work for me.

The difficulties of life are difficult to care about, and even more difficult are the most important people, which will also make you uneasy.

But that's just the hard thing for good people.

In the end, there are more people who never think about it.

If the world dares to punch me with a fist that will stain my face with blood and make my heart unhappy, I will definitely beat the world to pieces, and I don't think about whether it will hurt the innocent or whether it will be innocent.

This is not right.

Cultivation is the foundation of one's life, and cultivation of the mind is the path to ascending.

On the avenue, whether you go straight with a sword, or go on a study tour, you always have to make way for people occasionally.

Chen Ping'an's face was sad, he only felt that the world was big, and these words could only be held in his stomach, and no one would listen.

Chen Ping'an's mind moved slightly.

I thought about it.

Take out a piece of black charcoal from the object at hand.

He drew a large circle on the ferry.

Then he bent down in the circle and slowly drew a straight line, which was equivalent to splitting the circle in two.

Chen Ping'an squatted next to the line, and then didn't move his pen for a long time, his brows furrowed.

Mr. Ledger, who looked sluggish, had to take off the sword glove at his waist and take a sip of black wine to refresh himself.

That's when they went up and down that straight line, each wrote a good and an evil.

Chen Ping'an wants to take a step forward tonight on the word "one" that once stopped on the road of his heart, was unwilling to think deeply, and was unable to delve into it.

is like a straw sandal boy in Mud Bottle Lane, walking on the covered bridge back then.

Chen Ping'an squatted on the ground, and on that straight line, between the words good and evil, he gently wrote the words "people-oriented", and muttered: "I can only think about so much for the time being." ”

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, took another sip of wine, opened his eyes, stood up, strode to the edge of the semicircle of "good", and in one go, to the other section of the halfcircle of evil, drew a diagonal line, moved, from the bottom to the top, and drew another diagonal line.

In the end, a circle has been cut into six pieces by Chen Ping'an, and the intersection is only the center of the circle.

After this, Chen Ping'an seemed to suddenly open up, and walked quickly to the semicircle of the word "good" on the straight line, and the territory in the middle of these three areas, the charcoal pen in his hand, the pen was flying, and he said to himself: "If it is said that this is the sincere heart of the heart to be good, and the most firm, the mind is not easy to move, then the people of the world in this place, the three teachings, the hundreds of schools, even if they have not read or read, teach 'the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own thousand bells'." Self-cultivation and Qi family rule the country and level the world', that is the best knowledge, because you can listen to it, and you don't even need any sage to speak hard, because this kind of person is willing to listen, and is willing to sit and listen to the Tao, get up and act, no matter how difficult the world is, they will stick to their hearts!"

Chen Ping'an got up quickly and retreated to the middle of the evil semicircle that was "-for-tat" with the semicircle full of charcoal characters.

Squatting down, the same charcoal pen and writing, muttered: "Human nature is evil, this evil is not blindly derogatory, but expounds another nature in the human heart, that is, the one who is born to perceive the world, to fight for it, to protect its own interests to the maximum, unlike the former, for life and death, can be pinned on the Confucian three immortals, incense descendants inheritance outside, here, 'I' is the whole heaven and earth, I die heaven and earth is dead, I am born heaven and earth is alive, individual me, this small' Zhu Yong explained why he was unwilling to kill one person and not save the world, and it was precisely this reason! It is also not derogatory, but pure human nature, although I have not seen it with my own eyes, but I believe that it has also promoted the progress of the world. ”

"Only those whose hearts and minds are 'blossoming and bearing fruit' in this place can say at certain critical moments, 'I will not care about the flood after I die', 'I would rather teach me to bear the burden of the world', and 'the sun is far away, and I will go against the grain'. However, this kind of heaven and earth have the nature of almost all things, and it is very likely that it is the foundation of our 'human' life, at least one of them, which explains why I didn't understand before that so many 'unkind' people can become immortals without hindrance, and they can even live better than the so-called good people. Because heaven and earth give birth to all things, there is no partiality, and life and death are not necessarily determined by the good and evil of 'people'. ”

After taking a big sip of wine.

Chen Ping'an got up and walked to the rightmost right side of the upper semicircle, "The hearts of the people here are not as tenacious and uncertain as the people on the right side of the neighborhood, but they are still biased towards goodness, but they will change from person to place, and there will be all kinds of changes. ”

Chen Ping'an wrote this, thought about it again, came to the center of the circle near the word "good and evil", and slowly added two sentences with charcoal, on the top of the writing "willing to believe that life in the world, not all 'barter'", on the bottom of the writing, "If any pay, as long as there is no substantial return, it is a loss of the interests of 'me'." ”

Chen Ping'an put away the charcoal and muttered: " Once the perception of the damage, deep in this person's heart, there will be great doubts and anxiety, and they will start looking around, thinking that they must ask for it from elsewhere, and ask for more, which explains why Shujian Lake is so chaotic, everyone is struggling, and then I thought before, why so many people must be punched somewhere in the world, and they will be punched and kicked in more places in the world, and completely ignore the lives of others, not just to live, just like Gu Can, who has already lived well, will still follow this vein and become a person who can speakWhen he has the opportunity to get in touch with a bigger world, for example, when I give him the little loach and come to Shujian Lake, Gu Can will naturally grab more money that belongs to others, money, and life, at all costs. ”

Chen Ping'an came to the leftmost hand side of the upper semicircle, "The people's hearts here are the most disorderly, they want to be good but don't know how to do it, and they don't dare to do evil if they have the heart, so they are most likely to feel that 'reading is useless', 'the truth is wrong for me', although they are in the semicircle here, it is easy to collapse from evil, so there are so many 'sanctimonious hypocrites' in the world, and even the Buddha in the Buddhist scriptures will be worried about the arrival of the end of the law." The people here, go with the flow, live very hard, even the hardest, I said to Gu Can before, the truth of the world is good, the true freedom of the strong lies in being able to protect this group of people, so that they can not worry about the middle group of people in the lower semicircle, because of the latter's rampant behavior,

And suffering from many calamities for no reason, there is no need to fear that all the wealth accumulated by hard work and hard work will be destroyed overnight, so that these people, even if they don't have to be reasonable, and even don't even need to know too much truth, even their occasional unreasonableness, slightly shaken the Confucianism to create a well-behaved, originally stable wooden chair, can live a good life. ”

Chen Ping'an got up and moved, came to the right-hand side of the corresponding lower semicircle, and slowly wrote: "The hearts of the people here, you told him to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, and knowing your mistakes can improve the great way, and the group of people in the middle of the neighborhood are destined to be just empty talk." ’

Although the lower half circle, there is still a large blank space on the leftmost hand side, but Chen Ping'an's face is already pale, there are signs of exhaustion, after drinking a large sip of wine, he staggered and stood up, the charcoal in his hand has been ground to the size of a fingernail, Chen Ping'an stabilized his mind, his fingers trembled, he couldn't write, Chen Ping'an took a breath, raised his arm, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and wanted to squat down and continue to write, even if it was one more word, but just bent over, he sat on the ground.

Chen Ping'an casually put the sword gourd on the ground with one hand, and let go of his fingers with the other hand, leaving only the charcoal to roll to the ground, and he lay on his back on the ferry.

"Confucianism proposes compassion, and Buddhism advocates compassion, but in this world, it is still difficult to do it, let alone do these two statements all the time, but it is the 'pure heart' that Yasheng took the lead in saying and the so-called 'return to the basics, return to the baby', which seems to be more ......"

Chen Ping'an tried his best to stand up, exited the circle that had not yet completed the charcoal character, stared at the big circle, and finally focused his gaze on the two words 'good and evil' that he had written down at the earliest time in the center of the circle.

Chen Ping'an staggered and stretched out a hand, as if to grasp the entire circle.

He barely knew what he was talking about.

At this moment, the remains are forgotten.

"Is it possible not to even talk about good and evil? Just talk about the difference between God and man, nature, or else this circle will still be difficult to really stand. ”

"That's where you need to ...... Instead of sticking to the teachings of the book, not to Confucianism, but simply expanding the circle?

"If that's the case, then I understand, it's not like what I figured out before, it's not that the truth in the world has a threshold, and it's divided into high and low. But walking around this circle and constantly looking, it is the difference between the left and right of the mind, and the same does not mean that there is a difference between the high and the low, the difference between the cloud and the mud. Therefore, what the saints of the three religions have done in their own way, the so-called persuasion work, is to pull the hearts of people from different territories to the areas they want. ”

"If so, don't look at the heights, don't go around the ground, just take a step back with the help of the order, and don't mention all kinds of hearts, just say that the true nature of the world, Confucianism, is to expand and stabilize the territory of 'physical objects', Taoism is to lift up the world, so that we can be higher than all the rest of the spirits. ”

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and took out a bamboo slip, which was engraved with a Confucian full of desolation but still beautiful and moving words, at that time I just felt that the idea was strange but transparent, now it seems that as long as I delve deeper, it actually contains some Taoist true meaning, "The basin covers the ground, the mustard floats in the water, the ants attach to the mustard seeds and think that they are desperate, and the water must dry up for a while, only to find that the road is accessible, and there is nowhere to go." ”

"What the Taoists want is not to let us people in the world be those beings whose hearts are as low as ants, we must go to a higher place to look at the world, and we must be different from the birds, animals, flowers and trees in the world. ”

"What about Buddhism......

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hands and drew a circle, "With the breadth of Confucianism and the high of Taoism, the world of the ten directions will be combined into one, and there is no omission." ”

Chen Ping'an finally muttered: "That one, do I know a little bit?"

Bang, exhausted the strength and spirit of the bookkeeper, fell back, closed his eyes, his face was full of tears, reached out to wipe his face, stretched out a palm, raised slightly, tears in the sight, through the fingers, muddy, will not sleep, is already haggard to the extreme, but the deepest part of the heart, full of happiness, broken thoughts: "The clouds are scattered and the sky is bright, the sky is clear." ”

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, fell asleep slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "It turns out that if you don't want to divide people's hearts between good and evil, you can laugh when you think about this." ”

For the first time in Shujian Lake, Chen Ping'an lay generously on this ferry with a big circle drawn and had no time to wipe off a charcoal word, while he was sleeping and sleeping sweetly on Qingxia Island.

I don't know when.

There was a man in a green shirt who was still unruly, and a girl with a ponytail in green clothes who was becoming more and more attractive came to the ferry almost at the same time.

The two didn't say anything, not even make eye contact.

The scholar who did not reply to the letter in the Taiping Mountain Patriarch Hall, but came to a foreign land in another continent in person, picked up Chen Ping'an's charcoal, squatted on the leftmost hand side of the circle, and wanted to put down the pen, but hesitated, but instead of being annoyed, his eyes were full of smiles, "Gao Shan is ahead, do you want me, a gentleman of the academy in the past, to only take a detour?"

And the girl in Tsing Yi stood outside the circle at the end of the straight line, eating the new pastries from Lutong City on the shore of Shujian Lake, and said vaguely: "There is still a little difference between gods and men, and I haven't explained it thoroughly." ”

The scholar held the charcoal in his hand, raised his head, looked around, and sighed: "A good thing must be bold when all difficulties are difficult, and a good wine is still open." ”

The girl in Tsing Yi also said, "Every inch of the heart is not ambiguous, and all laws are clear." ”

Only then did he turn his head to look at the single-ponytail girl in Tsing Yi who was munching on a small bite of pastry, "You don't want to take advantage of Chen Ping'an while he is asleep." But if the girl has to do it, I, Zhong Kui, can turn my back, which is called a gentleman with adult beauty!"

Only then did she look at him and wondered, "Your name is Zhong Kui......?" Ghost, it's weird, I can't understand you. ”

Zhong Kui stretched out his hand and walked around his shoulder and pointed at the bookkeeper who was snoring like thunder, "This guy understands me, so I'm here." ”

Zhong Kui looked at this Shujian Lake, which was absolutely different from the world in his eyes, and muttered: "How can I be the only one in the world Zhong Kui is a gentleman." What a dunghole is that world?"

Ruan Xiu's face was indifferent, "I know you want to help him, but I advise you, don't stay to help him, it will be a disadvantage." ”

Zhong Kui asked, "Really?"

Ruan Xiu asked rhetorically, "Do you believe me?"

Zhong Kui nodded.

Ruan Xiu finished the pastry, clapped her hands, and left.

Zhong Kui thought about it, gently put the charcoal back in its place, got up, wrote in the air, wrote eight words in Shujian Lake, and then followed and returned to Tongyezhou.

Zhong Kui, a scholar who is no longer a gentleman of the academy, came and returned with interest.

The eight words he left behind were "All things are suitable, and there are no taboos." ”