Moshu walked on the road, in a low mood, but not for the bag of money for the shopkeeper Wang, he didn't know how much money there was, but it was enough to buy the study.

He couldn't understand what had just happened.

He is not white, why should the world always be full of malice.

Moshu walked back to the valley sullenly, and it was getting weaker again, and the remnant sun was like blood.

Huh? What about people? Moshu looked left and right, and saw the figure of the moon and the shadow, and shouted at the bottom of the pool for a long time without responding.

Moshu set his eyes on the waterfall that was rushing down, and thought: Ah Hao must have gone to find Baishi.

The person whom Moshu calls Bai Shi is the master of the moon hazy yin, who lives in a cave behind the waterfall for some reason.

Six years ago, Yue Haoyin accidentally discovered this cave, and worshipped that person as a teacher, and Moshu also followed him to perform the disciple ceremony. But for some reason, the man has always been unabashed about ink books.

Moshu thought bitterly, who made me have inferior qualifications, and it is also appropriate for people to disdain to accept apprentices, and the more sad I feel when I think about it.

Mo Shu drooped his head, walked to the peach blossom tree and sat down dejectedly, and the whip marks in the palm of his hand began to ache faintly.

Mo Shu stared blankly at the full moon that had risen in the sky, close to the full moon.

He is not white, why is the world like this.

Should mediocrity be belittled?

Should we be humiliated because we are weak?

Why can a gifted person be unscrupulous?

Why can powerful people be lawless?

Shouldn't people be born equal, why are there advantages and inferiors, high and low, and upper and lower?

He thought of the ancient times written in the book, the five tribes of ancient times, respecting heaven and earth and cultivating, everyone is equal, neighbors are harmonious, the old and the old, the young and the young.

At that time, although there were kings, the so-called kings were not because of how good their qualifications were or how high their birth was, but because they were respected because they did the hardest and most dangerous things, and they opened up territories for their people to defend against natural enemies, so they were kings.

Since the establishment of the Tianlong Dynasty, people have become classified, the world is declining, the people's hearts are not ancient, Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

The Venerable Walker, who was supposed to protect people, became a tool for the Ruler to deter His Majesty.

In this case, what is the meaning of cultivation? What is the use of good works?

Moshu can't help but ask about the lunar moon, the breeze, and the world.

Thinking about it, he fell asleep tiredly, as if he couldn't bear to look at this sinister world anymore.

Suddenly, a book floated out of Moshu's arms, floated to the top of his head, and fell white light, enveloping Moshu, Moshu's brows stretched, as if all the puzzles had found the answer, his expression was serene, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

What did he dream about?

He dreamed that curtains of light slipped past him, and scenes of drama were playing out in front of him.

He dreamed of a strange world, it was not the Five Elements Realm, it was a world without monks and war.

He dreamed of a fool, in order to insist on his own justice and his noble personality, he left his homeland and drifted away for fourteen years.

During this period, he was mistaken for a villain, hunted down and besieged, and it took a lot of hardships to get out of the encirclement;

He also ran out of food and grass, and his servants were seriously ill and desperate, and finally got help from others to get out of trouble;

was even ridiculed and scattered, scolding him for not being diligent and not distinguishing between grains and grains;

In the face of the persuasion of his disciples, he still insisted: "A gentleman should only explore the avenue and establish theories, and he cannot follow the vulgar world!" ”

In the face of the stormy future and the long journey, he still confidently said: "Knowing is not as good as good, and good is not as good as fun." ”

Although he did not change the world full of wars and killings until his death, all the efforts have a harvest day, and the seeds sown will always sprout one day.

Even if the classics he inherited were burned, at least his ideas were passed down through the ages, and what was inherited was not words, not scriptures, but spirits, and the spirit of benevolence and righteousness was passed down from generation to generation in that world.

Countless people have followed in his footsteps in an attempt to change the world and make it full of benevolence and righteousness.

Although there are always failures, always misunderstood, and even some people sigh that they are useless scholars, there are always people who still insist on it, and there is always the Tao that is still being inherited.

The picture darkened, and Moshu stood in the darkness when he suddenly heard a voice.

Moshu was in the dark, his expression puzzled, the voice he had just heard was read in a completely incomprehensible language, in short, he didn't understand.

He opened his eyes, as if he had a long, long dream, as if it was as long as several epochs, and he didn't recover for a while, and he was dazzled to find something shaky in front of him, eh, what is this? He reached out to touch it, and suddenly woke up.

"Ahh Why are you pointing your sword at me? Mo Shu's eyes widened as he looked at the Moon Yin in front of him with a sword pointing at him, the tip of the sword was less than an inch away from him, and his hand almost touched the tip of the sword just now.

Oh my God, this sword is extremely sharp, and if it hits, it is a trivial matter to cut the passage, and if you use a little force, it is difficult to say that the whole finger will be broken.

Yue Haoyin looked at the ink book with a solemn expression, he just came out of the waterfall, and found that the ink book was shrouded in a book, motionless, smiling, as if he was fascinated by some goblin, and his eyes were keenly aware that there was a flash of light and shadow that floated into the book.

"Huh? What's going on" Moshu saw that something was wrong from the look of the moon, and was asking, when suddenly the light disappeared, and the book, with a snap, fell to the ground.

Yue Haoyin pulled the ink book behind him, pointed his sharp sword straight at the book, and shouted, "Come out!" ”

Although Moshu didn't know what was in that book, he still cooperated and said, "Come out quickly, or I'll burn you with fire." ”

The two coerced and seduced for a long time, but the book still did not move.

"Really not coming out? I'll give you another chance, and I'll burn it if it doesn't come out! The ink book lit a fire with a flint talisman and went up to pick up the book as a gesture to burn it.

A panicked voice came: "Don't, I'll come out, I'll come out!" ”

After saying that, the book was opened automatically without wind, and when I turned to a page with pictures of ladies in palace clothes, the woman in white palace clothes blinked, turned into a light and shadow and floated out, and the pictures on the paper disappeared and became blank.

Moshu looked curiously at the light and shadow floating out of the book, and asked, "What kind of elf are you?" What is the purpose of hiding in a book? ”

All beasts and birds cultivate the demon spirit, and all mountains, stones, plants and trees cultivate the spirit of the form, so the ink book has this question.

The palace lady owed, her cunning eyes turned, and she said crisply: "Master!" I'm not a spirit, I'm a fairy in the book. It was the master who made this book confess to the Lord, so I was able to come out. ”

Mo Shu's eyes widened and he pointed to the tip of his nose: "Me? When did I confess this book? How did I not know? Moshu was confused, he didn't remember anything he had done to make the book confess.

Yue Haoyin still pointed his sword at the palace lady without relaxation, he always felt that this woman was not from a yin background, revealing weirdness.

The palace lady said pitifully: "Master, you let this sister put down the sword first, pointing at others like this, people are so afraid." ”

"Sister? You said Ah Hao, he's a man, you read it wrong. Mo Shu reacted suddenly, he would misunderstand Ah Hao's gender, and there was only one possibility: "Eh, can you see his face?" ”

Yue Haoyin's face was cold, and there was no strangeness on his face, it was still such an ugly face, where could he see any clues?

The palace lady said proudly: "Of course, I am an immortal in the book, and I can see through all the illusions in the world." ”

"I see, but one thing you can say wrong, he is really a man, I can testify to this, I have doubted it before, so, ahem, he is really a man, the real thing." Mo Shu said affirmatively, thinking that he almost missed his mouth, if he let Ah Hao know that I peeked at him taking a bath, oh my God, Mo Shu shuddered when he thought of Yue Haoyin's terrifying swordsmanship.

The palace lady pretended to be surprised and said, "Really? How could there be so, such ...... Men? ”

"I thought it was a sister?" But I smiled in my heart, hum, sissy, let you point the sword at me, this girl is very resentful.

Yue Haoyin's face darkened slightly, this guy seems to have done something behind my back, but he still put away his sword.

For a while, the tense atmosphere eased a lot.

"You're saying you're the spirit of the book? And this book recognizes me as the Lord? Mo Shu asked incredulously.

The lady in the palace dress said solemnly: "Yes, master." You are the first person in 5,000 years to meet the conditions for the inheritance of this book, and during the day, your heroic righteousness awakened this book and unsealed me. ”

"Legacy? What heritage? Moshu blinked, vaguely guessing that it was related to what he had just dreamed of.

The palace lady said proudly: "The inheritance from the mysterious ancient oriental country, the inheritance of Confucianism." ”

"The inheritance of Confucianism, Confucianism? Are they the people I saw in my dreams? Moshu couldn't help but recall the scenes he saw in his dreams, even though the people were puzzled, my way was also strong, what a firm belief this was.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he thought of one thing, why did the world he had seen in his dreams never recorded in any classics, Moshu asked himself, if there was really such a history, it was impossible for him not to know?