In the Qike Mountain in Douhanzhou, the snow is falling every night, and the students are changing stubble.

I don't know when the students who are about to leave the academy will get up early every day, sweep the snow from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, and only go down the mountain from the mountain on the day of departure, and then bow deeply to Yang Laohan who is guarding the door before leaving.

Now the students who are leaving, in fact, do not know when the rules of snow clearing began and what the meaning is. It's just that they saw this scene when they first came to Qike Mountain, and after a few years, when they were about to leave, even if they still didn't know what the meaning of snow clearing was, they were still willing to pick up the broom and go up and down the mountain.

I heard that there was a plum tree outside the three-character pagoda in the past, and nearly ten years ago, there were still people living in the three-character pagoda.

As for the three characters of this three-character tower, what exactly is the word, everyone has their own understanding.

Today, a student was going back to his hometown, but after clearing the snow and going down the mountain, he found that the door of the hut at the bottom of the mountain was closed.

The young student walked to the window, only to find that there was an extra hanging wooden sign at the window.

The young man reached out and turned the sign over, and sure enough, there was an inscription on the back.

After a glance, the young student smiled heartily, waved at the gatehouse, then at Qike Mountain, and then leaned the broom against the door and turned away.

The wooden sign reads: "Sweep the snow from the mountains and remove the dust from the heart." The truth is in the book, and the learning is on the road, and it is moving forward."

Mr. Snow Sweep is gone, and so is Grandpa the janitor.

There are many passers-by on Qike Mountain.

Today's Qike Mountain, it seems that there are only the mountain chief, the master, and the snow left.

But there has always been only a teacher and snow in Keqi Mountain.

In today's class, the mountain chief personally gave a lecture, which was actually not a lecture, but seemed to be just a chat.

Qiao Zhengli asked a few questions to the young people present, what are we studying and doing scholarship for? What did the ancient sages put their blood to preserve the classics for? In our books, there are many empty truths, and some things cannot be done no matter what, but we still have to learn from him, for what?

For a while, the hall was silent.

Qiao Zhengli smiled and said softly, "Change your thinking, everyone knows that the clear rises to the sky, and the turbid sinks to the earth, this is the heaven and the earth. But if no one mentions the word heaven and earth, then what is above our heads? What's underneath you?"

Dead silence, dead silence, everyone fell into deep thought.

A woman suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, "Why did the mountain chief talk to us today?"

This is a very interesting truth, and this is not the other truth.

Qiao Zhengli smiled and said, "As long as you can answer, whether it's a truth or a Buddhist principle, it's okay."

The woman who had just spoken asked again, "Then for the mountain chief, what are we studying for?"

Qiao Zheng smiled, sat on a man's desk in front with his hands folded, and slowly glanced upwards with his eyes, as if reminiscing about the past.

After a while, Qiao Zhengli said softly: "At that time when I was studying, there was no imperial examination, and if I wanted to be an official or something, I could only rely on people to be promoted, so when I was studying, I didn't ask to be an official, and I couldn't ask for it."

Laughing, they didn't expect that Qiao Shanchang, who usually doesn't smile, would actually make a joke today.

After the laughter stopped, Qiao Zhengli said with a smile: "At that time, I was actually deceived. An old man said that I was a seed of study, and asked me to worship him as a husband. I was actually quite reluctant, but he said to take care of the food, and I immediately agreed."

There was another burst of laughter, and then a student smiled and asked, "That mountain chief was the first to study, just to have enough to eat?"

Qiao Zhengli nodded, "Yes, the first time I studied was to eat mixed rice. But later, on the way to study, I slowly read and read and write, and I found that reading books is indeed different."

Today's chat, there are a lot of onlookers who are not outside the door.

Somehow, Qiao Zhengli suddenly got up and restrained his smile.

The students in the hall immediately sat upright, where did they have such a lazy appearance.

A middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt turned his back to many students and muttered, "We always feel that some big truths in books are very empty, and the walls are like books

Talking about how a gentleman is, what a saint is, we are on par with a saint and a gentleman, but what a saint can do, we may not be able to do, and even tired to death can't do it. So, isn't there someone who is not a sage or a perfect person? But if we can't do it, why should we do it?"

This time, without waiting for anyone to answer, Qiao Zhengli replied to himself: "If you can't travel thousands of miles, can't you still travel a hundred miles, ten miles?"

At this point, Qiao Zhengli turned around and left.

has no head and no tail, and the words he says are incompatible, but Qiao Zhengli just left, not only out of the house, but also out of Qike Mountain.

The back waves push the front waves, the new people replace the old people, and the world should be like this.

At the highest place in the world, an old Taoist priest sighed, stepped up, and flew hundreds of thousands of miles.

Xuanyan caught up with Qiao Zhengli, blocked his way, and said softly: "Everyone has their own way, Liu Guzhou can back down, why are you just like this?"

Qiao Zhengli turned his head, his face expressionless, and said, "He backed down because he had his destiny, and he had his things to do. I, Qiao Zhengli, am a lonely family, I can only be a scholar, so why not kill a hidden danger?"

Xuan Yanqiang held down Qiao Zhengli, and said helplessly: "In this Jiuzhou Heavenly Dome, I sit on the highest building, and I am half a god. You Qike Mountain and Lu Wu's fantasy Kunlun are each half a year younger. If you are impulsive, break one of the three legs, and the door at the highest point in the world will be opened at least twenty years in advance, do you think Liu Jingxun can be ready? Even if we don't advance it, open the door in fifty years, and then the twelve of us will die, whether it is Longqiu Han, Ji Qian, or the three sons in the world, after the gate of heaven is opened, which one can take care of him?"

Xuanyan smiled bitterly and said, "The Great Seal of the Human Emperor is what he doesn't want, and no one forces him."

Qiao Zhengli frowned, suddenly furious, turned around and grabbed Xuanyan's neck, and said in a deep voice, "Then what's the point of you making that chessboard? Is it just for those who stand and talk without backache to see the kid's jokes one by one?"

Xuanyan was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "I believe in him, since he dared to break into the highest place in the world alone with the realm of climbing the tower, I will believe him."

The reader was instantly deflated, and turned his head to look at the world below.

After looking at it for a while, Qiao Zhengli said hoarsely: "No one is born to owe anyone anything, and my brother Liu and his children don't owe anything to the world."

There was no word for a long time, but Qiao Zheng smelled a disgusting smell of blood, he frowned and turned around, stunned at a glance.

The old Taoist priest beside him didn't know when he became a monster covered with layers of flesh on the skeleton, not even the skin of the flesh, and the smell of fishy smell all over his body.

The mouth of the "monster" opened and closed as if it had flesh attached to the skull, and the sound was as piercing as sawing iron.

"It's been eight thousand years, and you're the second person to see me as I really am, and the other eleven people are not much different from me. Tell me, what do we owe to the world for our twelve watchdogs?"

Qiao Zhengli was stunned, full of knowledge, but at this moment, he couldn't pick out a few words and put them together.

Xuanyan returned to his human form, still smiling.

"Want to know who the first person was?"

Qiao Zhengli asked, "Who is it?"

Xuanyan said softly, "It's the guy who broke through the twelfth floor but couldn't reach the Heavenly Gate."

Speaking of Anzi, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "If Zheng Hongzhu had been born two thousand years earlier, Da Luo Jin Immortal would not be a problem, and the Lingxiao realm would have been within reach."

The world knows Anzi's real name, and there are no more than four hands.

The name is not domineering, and his real name is Zheng Chen.

Later, after escaping from the marriage, the new wife died depressed, and the two big families were defeated, and they died crazy. After he returned to his hometown from sword practice, the Zheng family had long since ceased to exist. And the woman who was let down by him only lit a red candle in front of the grave, a blood-red candle.

So later the swordsman named himself Red Candle.

Qiao Zhengli said in a deep voice: "People can not kill, but on the day Liu Jingxun opened the mountain, if someone dares to make trouble, I don't care what rules you have set up, it's a big deal that I will take another hundred years of life, and use the Jiuzhou Heavenly Dome to enter the Open Heaven Gate, and fight is it." study

It's not that people don't know how to fight, so don't think that if I read a lot, I have a good temper."

Xuanyan only felt that his brain hurt, and he said helplessly, "What a scholar who doesn't hesitate! I thought that after that human poet immortal, there would be no such unbeaten reader, so I wanted to come out with another one."

O iniquity! Do evil.

Fortunately, Yanggu is now in the extreme south, and it is the place of sunrise if it is not hurt for a long time. Fortunately, it was the "sun" that was brought back to Qingxing Mountain by chance by him, Liu Jingxun.

Fortunately, the White Emperor was not born in the West.

At this moment, directly below the two of them, there are three more outsiders in the mountain town belonging to Xinsang Guoqiao County.

It was an old Confucian with a man and a woman, the man was in his twenties, and he carried a pair of axes. The woman was in her teens and carried a banana fan of her height.

The three of them walked into a dilapidated hut, where a child in straw sandals and plain clothes was worrying about the rice jar.

The old man stepped in and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

The child looked vigilant and said in a deep voice, "Who are you and what are you going to do?"

The old man smiled, "Me! I want to be the emperor's teacher."

The old man took out a talisman and pressed it on the child's forehead without saying anything.

But after waiting for a long time, the talisman did not change in the slightest.

The old man's expression changed drastically, and his lips trembled a little even when he took a few steps back.

"How so?! That's right!"

There was a man in black who had just arrived here and hadn't even noticed Xuanyan, so he only glanced at it, then sneered and continued north.

The human emperor seal is still there, and he is the only one who is the emperor of the human race.

Who the White Emperor is, it is not yet known.

Besides, there are five directions in the sky, and the emperor star in the middle will never appear again, but who said that when the unicorn was born, that emperor star was the White Emperor? What if it's the Green Emperor, or the Black Emperor or the Red Emperor?

At the beginning of August, in the Zifu Mountain in Middle Earth, another old man came.

This game is good, originally two people played chess, but this time there is another person who likes to talk about chess.

The old monk sighed and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, if he can really take away my Purple Mansion Mountain luck, can I not stop it?"

Old Man Yang smiled and hugged the old monk's shoulder, and said softly, "Old thief, you are much more reliable than your ancestor!"

Yang Laohan, who came from afar, smiled at Ji Qian and asked, "Where is Jiang Lao'er? He's old, why can't he see anyone?"

The three of them suddenly looked at each other, and the old monk said in a deep voice, "I don't make a move, but I don't favor either."

Ji Qian said in a deep voice, "I'll go to the east, you go to the west?"

Old Yang smiled, "It doesn't matter, I don't know anywhere anyway."

I'm old, but with my friends, I still have some youthful heart.

Old Man Yang sighed and said, "Damn, what is the Wuyue Mountain Monarch for?" ………………

At the beginning of August, a middle-aged Taoist priest traveled all the way to Khotan, and found that every household in this place actually had plague amulets pasted.

The next night, Chu Jianyun passed by a mountain village, and found that the bonfire at the entrance of the village was bright, and men, women, and children all gathered together to listen to the preaching, which was the Ming religion that arose in Shenlu Continent.

Chu Jianyun frowned, he didn't rush over, but listened to the so-called envoy's talk.

There is only one sentence to say, saying that there is a catastrophe coming, and only the Taiping Sect Ancestor can save all sentient beings.

Chu Jianyun was about to make a move, but suddenly found that several young people flew in the distance.

In the next moment, several Qi Refiners wearing White Dragon Guard tokens landed at the entrance of the village.

The young man at the head had a dog's tail grass in his mouth, smiled at the envoy, and asked, "I'm more than 200 years old, and I can't marry a daughter-in-law, if you believe in your Taiping Sect Ancestor, can you get me a daughter-in-law?" It's not very demanding, it's just as beautiful as a fairy, and I don't mind if I can't cook, really."

To Chu Jianyun's surprise, the envoy was not afraid at all, but just said, "Sincerity is spiritual."

The young man with the dog's tail in his mouth laughed and turned back and asked, "The house in Chang'an is precious, and now you have to have a house if you marry a daughter-in-law, but you can't do it in the countryside

In town. If I believe in the Patriarch, can you reward me with a courtyard? It doesn't need to be too big, just thirteen."

The envoy glanced at the token on the young man's waist, smiled and took out a talisman, and said softly: "You can kill me alone, you can't kill thousands of people who seek peace, and the peaceful and prosperous world that the ancestor wants will come sooner or later." Z.br>

As he spoke, he was about to crush the talisman in his hand.

The young man pursed his lips and waved his hand, and two spiritual energy arrows shot out at the same time.

An arrow pierced the envoy's forehead, and the young man pouted, "Want to kill yourself? Where is it so easy? Death must be at my hands, or how will I pay off?"

Seeing that the envoy was killed, the villagers were too frightened to speak.

Another aura arrow brought the talisman back to the young man's hand, and the young man pursed his lips and threw the talisman dozens of feet into the air, followed by a loud bang, like fireworks.

The young man looked down at the villagers, pitiful, funny, and angry.

"See? If this blows up around you, how many will you live? What's wrong with believing in it, you have to believe in such crooked ways? Teach you to get something for nothing, and the crops in the field are not planted, and kneel in front of the rice bowl and wait for it to grow? Think you're blind, right? What does that bullshit godfather owe you? Or are you his father or his mother?"

The more you talk, the more angry you become, the day you will kneel in front of the tank and you will not be long, and people will only say that you are not sincere.

The young man turned his head and left, muttering, "Is this the emperor of Khotan lacking discipline? Then Lao Tzu will go to the Duhu Mansion to complain."

The people at the entrance of the village dispersed, Chu Jianyun shook his head and smiled, and said in his heart Jingyang's Bai Longwei, is it so fun?

He looked at the plague amulet in his hand, and always felt that something was wrong.

Forget it, let's go to Qingxing Mountain first. ………………

When a scholar returned to Middle-earth, the first place he went to was the Lake of Washing Brush.

After a long absence, he boarded the boat, and in the past few years, he has been in a hurry, and he has slackened off writing books, and when he returns to Qingluanzhou after watching the ceremony, he began to write books wholeheartedly, writing him 10,000 words a day.

I want to write more, but I'm afraid I'm blind!

squatted in Xibi Lake for three days, and Mo Wenchun rubbed his eyes and left.

When it comes to writing a book, it's not enough time to put pen to paper, so it's a lot of brains.

Mo Wenchun was speeding north in the sea of clouds, wondering if it would be very lively on the starling mountain?

It must be lively, that guy wants to do a lot of things, and there is no way not to be lively.

It's a pity, this Mo family is just a literal big and young, and the fart can't be used.

He was the only one from Qingluanzhou.

But in fact, on the same boat, there is a pair of masters and apprentices who boarded the ship from Penny Island, and now they have returned to Fuzhou County, in Fengquan Town.

Fan Jiangyue walked to this place again, and felt that the change was not very big, that is, the grave of her father and mother was already overgrown with weeds.

If Fan Jiangyue hadn't mentioned it, Bao Yan wouldn't have missed home at all.

At the beginning of August, there is also a custom of removing the plague god and driving the plague god here in Fuzhou County, and the wormwood used on the fifth day of May can not be lost, and it must be left until the third day of the first month of September, and the plague god can only be lost after crossing the border.

Speaking of May 5th, the legend here is a bit different.

Fan Jiangyue remembered the legend in Fuzhou County that in the old age, someone annoyed the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven sent Heavenly Soldiers to kill the people in this place. Later, a man came up with a way to put wormwood at the window and in front of the door and behind the house on the fifth day of May, so that people could not go out. When the time comes, the heavenly soldiers will stand in the clouds and take a look, hey? The weeds were overgrown, and the people were dead, so they had no need to go, but went back to their errands.

As for the reason for chasing out the plague god, let alone her Fan Jiangyue, even Liu Jingxuan doesn't quite understand.

Bao Yu went to offer incense to his parents and his grandfather, and Fan Jiangyue went to Qingxing Mountain.

Now the wooden house at the foot of the mountain lives a Taoist priest with a scruffy beard, and he doesn't look like a Taoist priest.

She leaned over and asked, "What about Liu Jingxun?" What about the white adzuki bean?"

Zhang Wuwei looked up and said, "One is practicing boxing in the back mountain, and the other is going to the city to shake

Swing."

Fan Jiangyue looked incredulous, "Practicing boxing? Liu Jingxun? What else can he practice?"

Zhang Wuwei looked strange and didn't speak, but he couldn't help but say a word in his heart.

If you get beaten, what else can you practice?

On the back mountain, it has been nearly two months of boxing, and every day it is Gu Yijue who carries Liu Jingxuan out of the pit.

It's going to last longer and longer, but it's just ...... Up to now, Liu Jingxun has punched with all his strength, and he has dipped the corners of Chen's paddle clothes six times.

Today has come to the unitary time, Liu Jingxun has not yet fallen, but he is already out of breath.

The young man took a sip of wine and said in a deep voice, "Are you cheating on me? If I only use the double-flower glass body, even if it doesn't hurt you, I can beat you!"

Chen Pao pursed his lips and took a step forward lightly, but when he landed, he was already in front of Liu Jing.

He raised his hand and pressed it, and Liu Jingxun's whole person seemed to be smashed on the forehead by a heavy hammer, dragging a long ravine on the ground, and finally falling into the deep pit.

Chen Pao smiled, "It's true that it's just a double-flower glass body, but I'm Chen Pao."

had already beckoned Gu Yijue to come and catch him, and Chen Pao was also ready to rest.

As a result, a hand reached out from the edge of the deep pit.

"Senior, for some people, we are all weak."

It turned out to be another punch, and this time I couldn't get up.

"I'm not a scholar, I practice boxing when I practice, what kind of reason do you tell me?"

(On the first day of February, it was even more 10,000 words.) ）