At the age of twelve, it is the time when the character is beginning to form, whether it is a man or a woman, at this age, the child's unique immaturity will fade, the three views will be revealed, and they will begin to have their own independent thinking and principles.

Different people have different lives, sooner or later, they will experience this step, such as Thirteen Lang, who has been fighting in the mountains for six years at the age of twelve, happened to meet Tashan to change his fate, and since then he has embarked on another path.

What about Lin Tao?

He was a smart boy, a good boy, a twelve-year-old boy who hadn't yet come out of his infancy.

For most people living in Xiuzhen Shijie, killing people is not unfamiliar; Lin Tao is different, he was born in an official eunuch, the scholarly times are fragrant, his father is strict and his mother is strict, his family education is majestic, and he is fond of calligraphy, no matter from which point of view, the distance between killing people and him is too far away, too bloody and cruel.

Thinking about it from this point, Thirteen Lang's demagogic question seems a little vicious!

The little young master was very confused, he didn't understand what was wrong with the teacher today, and at the same time, he felt panicked, not afraid of Thirteen Lang, but afraid that he had made a mistake, or had already made a mistake.

Thirteen Lang knew what he thought, and asked again, "You haven't killed anyone, so have you killed chickens?"

"Poof!"

The little young master laughed, thinking that the teacher was joking with him, but when he looked into Shisanlang's eyes and found that there was no joke in the teacher's gaze, only calm and a trace of pity, the little young master knew that he was wrong.

Lin Tao was not bold, but he was smart enough, he understood that the teacher was not joking with himself, but asking questions very seriously, or maybe reminding. He didn't understand that this was weishenme, so he was a little angry, thinking that I was learning to read and not to be a butcher, and weishenme had to know how to kill.

The young master has the arrogance of the young master, and the little young master is not bold enough, but his status is there, on the contrary, Thirteen Lang is just a down-and-out scholar, if he thinks that it is so easy to abduct a young master with a good family education, he will inevitably take the official family too seriously.

He put aside the humiliating question of killing chickens. "The students didn't get blood. But have I ever seen a teacher kill someone?"

This is a counterattack, which is very courageous for a child, especially the little young master does have a cowardly side in his temperament, and it is even more difficult.

Thirteen Lang smiled and replied sincerely, "Killed." ”

The little young master was slightly stunned, twisted his eyebrows and said, "How much?"

Ignoring his sarcasm, Jusan Lang replied, "A lot." ”

The little master was still unconvinced. Follow-up asked, "How much is a lot?"

Shisanro replied calmly, "More than 100,000." ”

"Poof!haha!" The little young master laughed again, more thoroughly and louder than just now, not only did he laugh, but whoever heard this sentence would daxiao, and he couldn't wait to laugh to death.

Thirteen Lang looked at the little master quietly, without interrupting or scolding. There was no coercion unleashed, only calm.

"Kill 100,000 people, haha is 100,000 ants"

The little young master leaned forward and closed, he couldn't hold back the absurdity in his heart, so he simply sat in the snow with his butt and trembled. To be honest, he may not really understand the concept of 100,000 people, but he knows that there are many people, too many to count. Not to mention killing them all.

Laughing and laughing. The teacher didn't react all the time, his eyes were calm and indifferent. There was not a trace of ripples in his eyes, and the little young master gradually felt that it was not interesting, so he restrained his smile, gasped and said hard: "What does the teacher mean, is it that if you want to write well, you must learn to kill?"

To his surprise, Thirteen Lang shook his head and said, "That's not true. Killing and writing are two different things and should not be confused. ”

The dagger was returned to the sheath, and Thirteen Lang returned it to Young Master Xiao, and said: "The same reason, when you kill, a knife is a knife, and when you write, a knife becomes a pen, and you can't mix it up." ”

The little young master was confused again and said, "The teacher just taught the students that when writing with a knife, they should not treat it as a pen. Now it says that knives turn into pens."

Jusan Lang said, "What I want you to understand is that the knife is a killing weapon, not for writing. ”

Mountains are mountains, water is water, mountains are not mountains, water is not water, this kind of truth is too mysterious for the little young master; Thirteen Lang didn't plan to pick the topic too clearly at one time, and said: "This knife is a treasure, don't you like it?"

The little young master was confused by the topic just now, and he didn't want to answer when he heard it: "As the teacher said, the knife master kills, the better the knife kills, the more powerful it is, of course the students don't like it." ”

Shisanlang thought for a while and said, "Didn't your father tell you that there are no likes and dislikes, but the truth of the hand in charge?"

There is no reason why Lord Lin should not even understand such a simple truth, and in the same way, since he gave a sword to his beloved son, there is no reason why he should not teach him to keep his heart and be good. After all, the little young master is a boy, and he has a martial side by nature, but he hates this dagger to such an extent, Thirteen Lang can't help but wonder.

The young master had obviously thought about this question, and had already formed his own opinion, and when he saw the question, he immediately answered, and said: "Students do not like to kill people, regardless of whether the person they want to kill is good or evil; my father took me to see the scene of the execution of prisoners, and those wicked people who are said to have committed great sins are very frightened when they are dying, and the students feel very pitiful to them. Students don't think the teacher will blame me, right?"

Thirteen Lang smiled and waved his hand: "But it doesn't hurt to talk about it." ”

The little young master was relieved and said: "To kill is to make people die, but everyone wants to live, and few people think that there is something more important than living; ”

It's wrong to kill! To this person on Shijie, this sentence seems so ridiculous and absurd; but Jusan Lang is different, hearing a child talk about the preciousness of life, he has an indescribable thought, and he is half speechless.

The little young master had never told anyone about this, and seeing that Thirteen Lang was silent, he thought that he recognized his opinion, and his interest became more and more high.

He said: "The teacher knows that there are immortals in the world, just like the immortal chief immortal here who cultivates immortals for, just to live a long life. Students often hear that the immortals are merciful, and their compassion lies in having mercy on the world and saving the world from suffering. Immortals are like this, we can't learn from it, don't kill people?"

Immortal mercy Pity for the world? Such words came out of the mouth of the little young master, and it seemed so natural, Thirteen Lang listened with great emotion, looking at the childish face, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Teacher?"

The little young master was uneasy, looking at Thirteen Lang's eyes with a little remorse. Apparently afraid that he would sue him. He didn't know what was going on with him. Weishenme suddenly said the most heartfelt words, and the subject was actually a stranger.

"It's okay, don't worry about others knowing. With relief in his mouth, Thirteen Lang wondered if he was too cruel and too anxious.

Since his debut, Shisanro has been extremely conceited about his lips and tongue, and it is difficult to answer a child's question at this time. There is a trace of unbearable in the heart of the extreme viciousness, and it is difficult to deal with.

I have to say that the little young master is extremely talented, and he inadvertently gave full play to his advantages and reached the peak.

Looking at the young master's pure gaze, Shisanlang decided to change his way and asked, "Do you want to cultivate immortals?"

"Of course I do!" replied affirmatively, "but I prefer to write." ”

Want to like it. This is a matter of distinguishing between adult talents, and the little master seems to have thought it very clearly, but it is not easy.

Thirteen Lang said at the beginning of the conversation: "Cultivating immortals can live a long life, so that they can have more time to learn words." ”

The little young master didn't agree with this sentence, and said sadly: "First, there is no way, and second, the student heard that cultivating immortals needs to be distracted and put all their energy into meditation and cultivation." Not to mention writing, even family affection must be given up to succeed. Students don't want to give up learning words. I can't bear my mother, my sister. And my father. ”

Is the resentment so deep? Thirteen Lang lamented for Lord Lin in his heart, and said: "It's just hearsay, there is no need to let go of everything in cultivating immortals. ”

"How does the teacher know, it's not a hearsay" The little young master pouted and counterattacked, and immediately felt regretful, so he hurriedly changed his words and said: "The student takes the liberty of asking, how old is the teacher this year?"

“”

This question was so abrupt that for the first time, Shisanlang couldn't guess his mind, and said, "What are you asking for?"

The little young master didn't answer, and begged: "The teacher told me, it's useful." ”

Afraid that Shisanlang would not believe it, he said solemnly: "It's about the student's life." ”

"Huh. ”

Thirteen Lang was so amused that he even felt a lot more relaxed, so he couldn't help but pat his head and replied, "Thirty-six." ”

"Great!" the little young master cheered for no reason, and said continuously: "Then it's in time, it must be in time." ”

Thirteen Lang became more and more curious and asked, "What is in time?"

The little young master said happily: "I have time to complete what I want to do! The student is twelve this year, and if he has twenty-four years, he will definitely be able to cultivate to the realm of a teacher, that is, he will not delay his filial piety to his parents, and he can also pass on the incense of his heirs, the best of all three!"

The best of all three? Thirteen Lang was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time. He understood what the young master meant, and knew that the realm he was talking about referred to calligraphy rather than cultivation, and the other two aspects were simpler, and they could be understood as soon as they heard it.

The question is what a child can say?

The little young master didn't notice Shisanlang's expression, and said excitedly: "As long as I can do these three things well, the students will be very satisfied, so I have to hurry up to learn words and strive to catch up with the teacher one day earlier." ”

Thirteen Lang was stunned and asked, "Don't cultivate immortals?"

"Don't cultivate!" The little young master gave an answer without hesitation, and said categorically: "Cultivating immortals means leaving home and business, and students can't do this." If I do what I can do well, I will be very happy and satisfied, and in this case, what if Weishenme still wants to cultivate immortals?"

I do a good thing to be able to do なで

In the same sentence, Thirteen Lang and the little young master had a different understanding, he knew that this fairy tale actually contained a question that countless powers could not answer: why do you live!

There may be another meaning: doing well is not the same as doing the best.

"Don't force it?!"

Thinking quietly about the meaning of the words, Thirteen Lang Yuanying trembled slightly

(To be continued......)