It's all said and mixed, and sooner or later it will have to be returned.

Mo Yu was like this now, when he saw Xuruogu appear at the door with a kind old man with kind eyes.

He knew that what should come was always coming.

Thanks to his cultivation, his temperament has been improved, and he has a dusty temperament that he originally seemed a little ruffian.

There is also the holy aura of the golden lotus mark in the center of his eyebrows, judging from his appearance alone, no one can see that inside his body, he is actually the soul of a street slicker.

"Mo Xiaoyou, the old man is the grandson of the academy, Wenhan, please forgive me for taking the liberty of visiting."

Gongsun Wenhan did not put on a stand of superiority in the academy, and for him, Mo Yu was also worth putting down his body.

"It's okay, it's okay, you two please come in."

The other party was polite, and Mo Yu had no choice but to force a smile and welcome the other party in.

Mo Yu basically didn't touch the furnishings in the room, and he didn't even live in this guest room.

Only on the table in the center of the room was a notepad, and next to it was a fine charcoal, the top of which was sharpened.

Gongsun Wenhan saw this thing at a glance, and he was a little curious in his heart, but he didn't ask immediately out of politeness, but first smiled and exchanged a few words with Mo Yu, and then asked casually.

"Mo Xiaoyou, I don't know what this thing is?"

Seeing that the other party was pointing to the charcoal pen, Mo Yu smiled slightly, today he planned to throw out some things first, so as not to be always remembered by this group of people.

At that moment, he took out a piece of thin paper, wrapped the charcoal pen, held it in his hand, opened the notepad and turned to the unwritten page at the back.

Then he quickly wrote his name with charcoal, although he couldn't write with a brush, but he barely passed with a hard pen.

This wave of operations opened the eyes of Gongsun Wenhan and Xuruogu, the brush has lasted for I don't know how many years, and it's not that no one has thought of replacing it with something else.

But in the end, I didn't find a more suitable one, and the main thing is that the words written on those things are always not beautiful enough.

That's why the brush has been handed down to this day, and its status is unshakable.

But after all, this is something that only rich people can afford, and the cost of paper, ink, pen and inkstone is not cheap, even the cheapest set will cost a few taels of silver.

This is enough for an ordinary person to live for a month or two.

But this charcoal pencil is different, how much is a piece of charcoal, and even a basket of charcoal is only a few pennies.

And the words written by this charcoal pen, unlike the brush, the font is a completely different style, and it is more convenient.

Seeing that the other party's eyes were shining, Mo Yu knew that they were interested, so he handed over the pen and notebook at the moment, and motioned to the other party to try it himself.

Then I grasped the correct posture of the pen and briefly talked to the other party, after all, the brush and charcoal are still very different.

However, Gongsun Wenhan is a great master of the Eight Classics, and he has mastered the best posture with a little adjustment.

I quickly wrote a word in the notebook, and the more I wrote, the more smooth I felt.

"Okay, I didn't expect that there would be such an unexpected gain today, this kind of charcoal is extremely light to use, how did Mo Xiaoyou come up with it?"

Gongsun Wenhan put down the charcoal, and his eyes were full of admiration for Mo Yu.

How did I come up with it.

It's not because I can't write calligraphy...

Mo Yu smiled mysteriously, and did not answer, but turned the notepad to the first page, which was part of the content of the sage's warning words that he had copied two days ago.

He didn't plan to throw it all at once, so he only picked about a third of it and wrote it down.

The content in it involves governing the country, reassuring the people, the military, and dealing with the world.

Although the handwriting is average, the content inside is firmly attracted to Gongsun Wenhan and Xuruogu.

Especially Xuruogu, when he saw that the first sentence of the opening chapter was "Establish a heart for heaven and earth", he suddenly realized when he looked at Mo Yu.

It turned out to be him...

It can only be him, otherwise who else can write such a famous sentence for the ages.

Gongsun Wenhan is like a treasure, every sentence in it is full of profound meaning.

Although it is not such a complex and profound thing, no one has summarized and summarized these truths before, and no one has expressed them in concise language.

What's more important is that the kind of thinking and realm revealed between the lines is by no means a realm that ordinary people can achieve.

For example, this sentence...

"The lady will dishonor herself, and then she will be dishonored; The house will destroy itself, and the generations after it will destroy it; The kingdom will cut down itself, and the descendants will cut it down. ”

It seems to just say why people are insulted by others, why families are broken, and why countries are crusaded.

But on the other hand, isn't this the truth of being a person, a family, and governing the country?

If everyone is like a dragon and strives for self-improvement, how can they be humiliated by others.

If the family is happy and harmonious, how can it be easily destroyed by others?

If the country is prosperous and the monarchs and ministers are united, who dares to use troops without permission.

Wonderful, really wonderful.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Mo Yu arched his hand and said:

"Please forgive me for one thing."

Gongsun Wenhan, who was fascinated, raised his head, looked at Mo Yu seriously, and asked with a smile:

"But you're trying to say you didn't do it yourself?"

If it was just one or two sentences, Gongsun Wenhan didn't think it either, but there was too much content in it, and even he didn't dare to say that he could write so many famous sentences through the ages.

Not to mention Mo Yu, how old he is, at most he is only 20 years old.

It's impossible to start reading even from the womb.

What's more, every word in this is not something that can be written just by reading a book, and it is only possible to have extremely rich life experience as precipitation.

"Not bad."

Mo Yu nodded, and then continued, "This is what my teacher left me. ”

Seeing that Mo Yu could be calm, Gongsun Wenhan looked at him with more appreciation in his eyes.

"Mo Xiaoyou, I don't know where the Lingshi is now, can I have the honor to pay a visit."

He is still clear about Mo Yu's details, anyway, it can't be Lingxuzi, it is possible that Mo Yu met when he was still in Qingyun Town.

Mo Yu shook his head and said with a stunned expression:

"Many years ago, the teacher traveled all over the world, and I haven't seen him for a long time."

Seeing this, the two did not doubt him, but they were even more convinced of the existence of this so-called teacher.

Such a noble person should be like this, not being implicated by the world, and being chic and happy.

Gongsun Wenhan also let out a long sigh, and his wrinkled old face showed a look of yearning, and sighed:

"Also, only such a strange person who is not for fame and fortune, and who is not stained with cause and effect, can write so many amazing sentences and have such a thorough understanding, but I am waiting for the text, but it is far inferior..."

"By the way, I don't know if I can tell the masters their names, and when I teach the disciples again in the future, I can talk to them." Gongsun Wenhan asked again.

Mo Yu thought for a while and said slowly:

"He never mentioned the teacher's real name, nor did he let him ask, only said that it was a nine-year obligation..."