"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than is lost; The way of man, more than enough and less to serve......" The sound of Lang Lang's book echoed in the small space of the private school. On the stage, Chen Lian looked at the seven or eight handsome young men or fair ladies in front of him, and couldn't help but bow his head slightly.

The private school is located on the west side of the village and has been converted from an abandoned old house for an unknown number of years. The house is only a few zhang, and there is a big locust tree growing in the courtyard that is said to be the sage's indoctrination of heaven and earth. The paint on the walls has long been mottled, and there are two yellowed portraits – one of a man holding a whisk of dust and looking up at the sky, and the other of a Buddha with his hands folded and looking down on the ground. The room was quite bright, with five or six small pine tables, more than ten futons, a lectern, and an incense burner on the table, facing the portrait, and three cigarettes in the furnace.

The elders of the village say that the private school is warm and serene, which makes people calm and happy, as if there are gods living in peace and saints blessings.

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The sound of reading gradually stopped, and everyone was silent, all of them frowned, as if they were thinking hard about the true meaning of the sentence. Yunchen's eyes closed slightly, "There is a way in the sky, and there is a way in people?" Ignore the damage, but what does 'Feng' mean? I have reached the realm of form and meaning three years ago, but I have not made an inch in the past three years, is it related to this loss and compensation...... "There are thousands of thoughts in my heart.

"Cher, what do you think of this sentence?" Chen Wang leaned sideways to Wei Chixue beside him, and he found that the little girl who was covered in mud and shed tears from time to time was getting older and more symbolic. Chen Wang gradually became distracted.

"Brother Chen, I... I don't quite understand" Yu Chixue's eyes flashed wide, and her expression was a little embarrassed.

Chen Wang bowed his hand and looked at his father with a smile on his face: "Mr. Chen, otherwise, we won't preach today......

Chen Lian shook his head and smiled bitterly, stood up, and a wave of scholarly anger came to his face, and the green shirt was a little more elegant, but his face was pale.

"Don't preach?" Chen Lian seemed to be smiling, and glanced around again, "What about you?" ”

"Dare to ask sir," Yunchen got up, "What does it mean to be more than enough to be given and not to be fed?" ”

Chen Lian patted the fan in his hand and smiled silently.

Falling pins could be heard, and only the sparrows in the locust trees chirped tirelessly.

"Yunchen, what do you think you mean?"

Yunchen was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Mr. Chen to throw the question back again.

"Feng, there are four solutions, one solution and one heavy heaven, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, it all depends on personal philosophy. In the past, two Taoist sages entered the Tao with this 'dedication', and their ideas were contrary, but they each had their own true meanings...... Realize it yourself, Yunchen" Chen Lian talked eloquently. "I expect a lot from you," he didn't say.

"Okay, then let's talk casually today" Chen Lian put down the ancient book. Everyone's eyes lit up, and it was not common for such a private school to be held. Chen Wang quietly made a gesture of "get it done", holding his cheeks with both hands, looking like a little fan brother.

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Minami, blacksmith shop.

In contrast to the convivial atmosphere of the private school, this crowded three-third room is more like a powder keg, on the verge of exploding at any moment.

Yue Xiaofan held a sledgehammer as tall as him, lowered his head aggrievedly, and said something in his mouth.

"What are you hitting, tell me what it is?" A rickety old man shouted loudly with his hands behind his back. The old man was thin and naked, and although he looked close to his sixtieth year, his muscles were still as strong as iron bars. The old man looked like he hated iron but not steel, and from time to time he lowered his head to support his forehead, as if he was disappointed.

"Iron... Master Tie, you dissipate your anger" Yue Xiaofan was a little flustered and lowered his head - Rao is like this, he is still a little taller than the old man. He didn't know what was wrong with him - he obviously followed the requirements of the iron master every night, carrying 50 pounds of stones on his back and holding a 30-pound sledgehammer to practice that set of moves that looked very awkward.

The master lied to himself that it was one of the most powerful hammers in the world...

The result?

Yue Xiaofan smashed the not too thin iron lump into six or seven pieces with the first hammer, and originally wanted to secretly make up for it while the master was not paying attention, but as soon as he finished quenching the fire, he came up with something that he couldn't stand anymore...

Just thinking about it, the blacksmith waved his hand, "You give Lao Tzu a good reflection and reflection", after speaking, he lifted the broken curtain and walked out with an angry face.

"Hahaha, I've really found a treasure" As soon as he took a few steps, the blacksmith began to tremble all over, and spit out the cigarette he had just lit with a "poof", trying his best to suppress his wild laughter. As for the previous few times with his hands on his forehead... I almost couldn't hold back my laughter.

"Good boy. It's only been a few years, and you can smash a piece of steel with brute force? The blacksmith muttered to himself, "Is it really the hidden innate power that Na Lang said?" "Good boy, with this strength alone, I'm afraid there will be a cultivation of mud pills..."The blacksmith lit another cigarette and squinted at the room that was a little blackened by the smoke and fire, "It seems that the sky is endless, my iron dome!" The blacksmith laughed loudly, and a few of the children's cries immediately fell silent...

"Division... Master, are you mad? I, I, I..."Yue Xiaofan's panicked voice came from the room, "Big deal... It's a big deal that I won't practice that Sky Shaking Hammer at night..."

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

"Keep practicing for Lao Tzu! Let Lao Tzu find out which night you are lazy, and see that Lao Tzu doesn't break your legs! ”

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Nishi of the village, private school.

"Let's all talk about it, what is officialdom?" Chen Lian didn't know when he had sat down, took a sip of tea, his face was still pale, but the mood of melancholy and sadness and despair on his body had disappeared a lot.

"Officialdom is adults smiling and stealing money." A little fat man said humbly.

"I heard that people in officialdom are bad", a little girl stuck out her tongue, "I heard that they are all foxes, unlike me, they are cute little rabbits." ”

This group of energetic teenagers discussed word by word, not noticing Yonghuan, who was always leaning against the corner.

He involuntarily grabbed his hair, gritted his teeth, gasped for breath, like a bloody beast, and the shattered scene came to his mind again—his eyes were blood-red, his ears were full of screams, and his body was full of trembling...... Eyes full of devastation.

"Officialdom, it's blood, it's betrayal, it's... Officialdom, bullshit stuff! Those were words that were squeezed out with all the strength of his teeth.

There was silence for a moment, and almost everyone turned their heads to look at him, with strange and puzzled eyes in their eyes. The three cigarettes were still curling, but the peaceful atmosphere was no longer there.

Only Yunchen was thoughtful, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yonghuan also seemed to realize his gaffe, his expression changed and changed, and finally returned to his original unruly appearance.

"The way of the rivers and lakes that mortals walk is the Yangguan Avenue that everyone in the world can walk; The way of officialdom practiced by a scholar is a single-plank bridge that can only be crossed by thousands of troops......" Yunchen recalled his father's words that night—that was the time his father talked to him the most.

Chen Lian stared at this resolute young man for a long time, and smiled: "At your age, you can't say such things, what did your father say?" ”

Yunchen nodded.

"You don't understand the true meaning of this sentence, but this sentence is very well said, you go back and savor it." Chen Lian faced everyone.

"Sir, since Guanchang Road is a single-plank bridge, why don't we take Yangguan Avenue, which everyone can walk?" Chen Wang still had a hippie smile, "Moreover, learning from the four schools of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and Law is just a test for fame and selling it to the emperor's family, what's the use?" ”

Chen Lian's smile disappeared.

The two portraits in the private school also seem to have changed a person, the Taoist priest looks up at the sky, indifferent and indifferent; The Buddha bowed his brow and sighed in disappointment.

Chen Lian stood up slowly, and everyone clearly felt a powerful coercion and momentum, but he remembered Lang Zhong's words again-

"Brother Chen, don't do it as a last resort..."

The momentum returned to calm, and Chen Lian just looked at the overwhelmed teenager in front of him.

"Chen Wang."

"First... Mr. ”

"The Tao Te Ching is punished for copying 20 times, limited to one decade."

Chen Wang looked up suddenly, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Why? Am I wrong? I'm not convinced! Chen Wang, who has always been casual, seemed extremely serious at this moment, "If Mr. can't have the Tao today, I, Chen Wang, forgive my fate." ”

"Brother Chen", Wei Chixue on the side pulled Chen Wang's sleeve, full of worry.

"Okay, if you don't want to hear the sermon today, then I'll reason with you."

"Are you the emperor? Can you change the fate of the world? ”

"Do you know that a third-grade and fourth-grade official in the imperial court, killing a common man like us, only needs to be fined a month's salary?"

"Yes, studying the Book of Buddhism and Taoism may be just for the sake of a meritorious name, but do you know how important such a meritorious name is to most ordinary people in the world? Without fame, they can't do anything. ”

"You once told me that you want to change the fate of the people in the world, why should you change it? Well? Ideally? ”

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"I... I..."Chen Wang opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

After Chen Lian finished speaking, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he looked at the two portraits in a daze, and gradually became distracted.

"Alright, let's get out of class."

"Sir."

Chen Lian turned his head, but found that Yunchen walked over and patted Chen Wang, "Mr.'s words are very reasonable, but why do you have to be an official?" Knowing the sinister and gloomy officialdom, why is it still mired in the quagmire? Not everyone is a lotus flower, and they come out of the mud without staining. If you want to change sentient beings, wouldn't it be better to practice martial arts? As long as the cultivation is enough, there is nothing that cannot be done in the world, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, happy and hateful, isn't it happy? ”

Between the words, Chen Lian felt a momentum rushing towards him, he looked at Yunchen, and his eyes were extremely appreciative. But he shook his head and smiled: "Young man, do you know that there are only 12 out of 10 people in the world who can practice martial arts... Chen Lian, he can't practice martial arts. ”

Yunchen was stunned for a moment, and then his expression darkened.

(p.s.: There are four meanings: to give, to receive, to give, to believe)