"Eh, girl, please stay. The two wandered aimlessly through the streets of Jinzhou, looking at the prosperity of this state city.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side of the street and stopped the two of them.

The two looked at each other, and it was actually a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe setting up a stall on the side of the road, and the banner next to him read, God is yellow.

"Yo, I actually met a charlatan. Sister Shanqing, ignore him, let's go. Yi Chen put his hands behind his head, glanced at the Taoist priest, and ignored it.

"Eh, young man, are you a charlatan, don't you know if you try it, anyway, it won't delay you much. The middle-aged Taoist priest said with a flattering smile.

Listening, Yi Chen was not at all interested, there was really no one who could count him in this world.

"Then you calculate whether it is possible for my wish to be fulfilled in this life?"

Mu Shanqing sat on the wooden bench in front of the stall, looking at the middle-aged Taoist priest with burning eyes.

"This girl's wish ......"

The woman in the green skirt smiled and said, "Aren't you able to calculate, then you can calculate what my wish is, and then calculate whether I can fulfill it." ”

Yi Chen looked at this worldly surging flow of people with some interest, turned around and walked towards the stone bridge not far away, and under the stone bridge was the river that was not turbulent.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the departing Yi Chen, secretly happy, and his old god pinched his fingers and said to the woman in front of him: "I already know the girl's wish, whether it can be fulfilled depends on the right time, place and people." ”

"Hehe, you Taoist priest, you are really a fame and reputation fisherman, what kind of god is considered yellow, I think it is a swagger and deception of Huang. Mu Shanqing originally looked at the Taoist priest with interest, but at this time she was already a little disdainful.

"Eh, you can't say that, girl, it's really your wish that makes it difficult to speak, how can you say this big rebellious thing in person when there are so many people here, and you know that today, there are many secret agents of the Rakshasa Seven Halls under my Emperor Lifeng, and there are many ears and eyes. ”

Mu Shanqing looked at this Taoist priest with some solemnity, and her expression changed again and again.

"The girl doesn't have to kill the girl, if she wants to kill her, she can do it as a girl, but the people of this cloud country can kill each other. The middle-aged old man looked at the woman in front of him with a smile and couldn't help but brush the fake beard that was sticking to her.

"What kind of Yun country? Old Taoist, now it is a great Xuan world, and there is no cloud country. Mu Shanqing, whose expression returned to normal in only an instant, stared at the middle-aged Taoist priest and said.

"Haha, yes, yes, the girl is right, since the old way has already calculated one, it is better to give the girl a free one, and calculate whether the marriage is possible for the girl. ”

Mu Shanqing looked at Yi Chen, who was chatting with a white-clothed scholar in front of her, and couldn't help but nodded.

"I don't think the girl's eyebrows are too much of the same as the boy just now, I think it's better for the girl to stay away from the son. ”

“？”

"To tell the truth, that old man can't figure it out, and it's because he can't figure it out that he thinks it's better to be farther away for the sake of the girl's safety. The middle-aged Taoist priest pinched his fingers, frowned and said, "But there is one thing, if the girl insists on being with that son, I am afraid that people will lose their wishes." ”

"I don't count. Mu Shanqing got up and was about to leave, but the Taoist priest hurriedly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"It's better to communicate with the girl on paper, you ask me to answer, the old Tao with this little bit of the end of the road to pack the ticket, must know everything and say endlessly!"

Mu Shanqing looked at Lao Dao suspiciously, thinking that he had never left before, and picked up a pen and paper to communicate with him.

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"Brother Tai is here to drink to the river to kill his sorrows. ”

"Haha, depressed, the sky is unfair, the avenue is unfair, so I have to talk to a lake of stagnant water. ”

Yi Chen played with the sword spike and looked sideways at the white-clothed scholar, who was holding a wine jug in one hand and a letter in the other.

"As far as I know, when it is still peaceful today, and it is conniving at scholars, why does Brother Tai lament the injustice of the sky?"

The white-clothed scholar poured a sip of wine, his face was already a little drunk, he shook his head with a smile and said: "It's a pity, today's temples only open up a way of life for Confucian disciples, scholars and protégés of the Legalists. ”

"Looking at my brother's dress, it looks like a child of a family has come out to travel. I thought that I had been studying hard for more than ten years, but I could even be turned away from the first attempt, so I could not be worried. To put it mildly, if it weren't for the obsession in my heart, I might as well vote for Xuan Mang, I heard that some inactive poor disciples have been reused in Xuan Mang. ”

"Haha, brother Tai is drunk, don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, don't miss Qingqing's life in public. Yi Chen looked at the silent flowing river, and couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart.

From the sky, although the birth consciousness was born 7,000 years ago, but the first 2,000 years are still being conceived and digested, and the last 5,000 years are seriously injured and recuperated, because of the restrictions of the rules of heaven and earth, and can not be lowered, it can be said that he does not understand the world at all, everything can cause him to think, although there are countless memories of the times in his mind, but he is not his own personal experience, how can he deeply feel all kinds of elegance and all kinds of cause and effect in the world.

It's like a person who listens to stories, he can only listen to stories forever, he won't understand the mood of the person who tells his story, where in this world is there any absolute empathy.

If it weren't for the threat of the rules of heaven and earth this time, the world would not be able to bear the danger of collapse, I am afraid that he would stay in the sky until he knows what year, and the final result may be that one day a ruthless person who can penetrate the outer heavens will appear and be eliminated with him, or it may be that he will stay on the lonely cold moon forever until the next thousand years or even millions of years.

The white-clothed scholar borrowed wine to kill his sorrows and sorrows, perhaps because he was drunk, and he was not afraid to look up to the sky and shouted: "The man does not show his ambitions, and he is born with an eight-foot body." If I can't show my ambitions, I'm better off dying!"

Yi Chen turned his head to look at the white-clothed scholar for the first time, for some reason, he seemed to see the shadow of the former Xuancang, although his ambitions were different, but his ambitions were still similar.

After the man vented, he seemed to regain a trace of consciousness, and couldn't help but snort: "It's in Xia Menglang, I vomited all the worries in my heart, and my heart is much better." ”

"No, I think Brother Tai is a real man, although he is a scholar, he is more domineering than the general over there. Yi Chen said solemnly, without the slightest hint of ridicule.

"But Brother Tai is sober at this time, can you tell me why only the three kinds of people you mentioned can enter the temple today. ”

The white-clothed scholar seemed to think of sad things again, and then said with a smile: "In fact, it is not only those three kinds of people who can enter the temple, if the children of the poor family have a way, they can also be in the temple if they are recommended by famous families, but it is impossible to get a high position." The reason for this result is very simple, His Majesty today reuses Confucianism and law, wearing the coat of Confucianism 'benevolence as the core' and 'people are precious', and the five organs governed by cool laws and officials are also very related to the delicate situation promoted by His Majesty the Emperor of the temple today. ”

"On the temple, with the left as the respect, the current Zuo Prime Minister Wen Buchu is the representative of the Legalist faction, and it is also the rooting tree of the Legalist protégé, who occupies various positions of real power at the grassroots level and implements the real sense of the ruling power. The right prime minister and the prince of the country is one of the eight sages of today's Confucian Yan Zilu, who is respected by Confucian disciples as Yan Shi, and is also the most influential Confucian person in the temple, and the two represent their respective schools to equally share most of the temple power. ”

"Confucianism in the court is also a pragmatic school, Yan Shi is very unkind to those untruthful Confucian disciples who are arrogant, only to be able to use the sage book for practical practical work, but also the backer of this faction, and Zuo Cheng Wen is considered to be the opposite, Confucianism and law two families contain and suppress each other, which is also the balance of the emperor's mental art. Although Master Yan is also the country's son of the priest wine, his protégés are all over the world, but his students are also Confucianism and law, he not only cultivates disciples for Confucianism, but also answers questions for Legalist protégés, and most people respect him for his virtue of teaching and classlessness."

"As for the children of the scholar clan, to put it bluntly, although this faction is still active in the temple, but after being secretly suppressed by His Majesty, it is not as good as the previous Seven Kingdoms era, but it is also a force that should not be underestimated, after all, the scholar clan has existed for thousands of years, as if the old tree has roots, and the branches on the tree and the roots under the tree do not know how many. ”

The white-clothed scholar shook the empty wine jug in his hand and let out a wry smile, and then saw Yi Chen, who was listening to him attentively, couldn't help but be interested again.

"As for us and other poor disciples who have no family, no famous teacher, no way, and no family wealth, we can only look at the temples in the sky and sigh all night, so now some of the poor disciples have begun to fend for themselves, either giving up the knowledge they have studied hard for these years to do something else, or smuggling Xuan Mang to start a new business. It's not that they are unpatriotic, it's really that the country's kindness is unbearable. ”

When Yi Chen heard this, he already had a general understanding of today's court, but he was still puzzled: "Could it be that those people in high positions in the temple have not thought of this? They are not worried about the loss of talents, and they don't care about the life or death of you poor people?"

"When you reach a certain height, do you still care about how those at the bottom deal with themselves, the middle people are powerless to speak, the people at the top don't care, who cares about a group of rootless and powerless readers. As for talents, the most important thing in this world is talents, so Maxima often has, but Bole does not often have. The white-clothed scholar seemed to have no intention of expressing excess indignation, and his voice was extremely calm.

"I heard that Confucianism has one hundred and eight academies in the entire Xuanzhi, so it is better for my brother to go to the academy to study, so that he will have the identity of a Confucian disciple. ”

"The Guozijian of the state government only accepts the children of eunuchs and scholars, and it is not necessary to go to these 108 academies, and the Tao is not the same! I hope that in the next thousands of years, there will be no more opinions about the sons of a hundred schools of thought. ”

After the white-clothed scholar finished speaking, he smiled bitterly and said: "Don't hide it from my son, all my belongings have paid for this preliminary test, this pot of wine is still on credit from me, this letter is my letter that I failed, and I originally planned to commit suicide by throwing myself into the river after drinking this wine." ”