In the early morning of the next day, the rooster crowed and the fog in the mountains was thick.

Yan Longyu didn't see Hua Fengju after opening his eyes, he applied the medicine sent by the old servant Grandpa He last night, and the injuries on the young man's body were not too painful.

After a brief wash, the boy walked out of the bamboo hut alone, limping slightly towards the fenced courtyard next door. Mr. Qin said last night that he had something to look for him, so Yan Longyu wanted to visit Mr. in advance.

Over the years, thanks to Mr. Qin's careful supervision day after day, the young man did not have the habit of sleeping lazy. Over the years, Yan Longyu has not been afraid of Qin Ruoyang, but more respectful, especially after learning about this old gentleman's past experience.

After entering the courtyard gate, Yan Longyu said hello to the old servant Grandpa He, who was chopping wood at the door, and went into the main hall.

There are two bookcases in the main hall, facing a Taishi chair, there is a word and a painting on the wall, the "word" is the three words of "between the mountains and rivers" written by the emperor of Dahuan himself, the penmanship is as smart as a snake, and the "painting" is a picture of a withered pine, which is decadent but strong and powerful.

Qin Ruoyang, who has passed his old age, does not have good legs and feet, especially in autumn and winter, and often can't sleep all night in pain. But he didn't like crutches, and he always liked to stand when teaching his two children. He taught the two teenagers everything, and he looked serious on the surface, but when he talked about heroism during the lesson, he would be as bright as the two of them, and he would not be tired at all.

He actually cherishes these two children, the old man comes back from the mountain every other decade, and often brings back some gadgets for the children to play with, but he can't pull off the old face and give them to the two children in person, so he has to wait until the children are asleep at night, and then he secretly puts the gadgets on their bookcase, and the next day he continues to teach the two with a straight face as in the past.

Once Yan Longyu, who received the gadgets, wanted to break the casserole and ask in the end, to know who gave it to them, and when he asked Qin Ruoyang, he was punished by his "annoyance and anger" and copied 3,000 words, and since then the two children have known that this thing that only children use is actually given to them by Mr. Qin.

After Yan Longyu walked into the main hall, he saw that Mr. Qin was already standing in front of his Taishi chair, and Dugu Haodang was also there, but there was one more person who made the young man feel particularly abrupt, Hua Fengju.

Uncle Feng has never been interested in learning, why is he here with Mr. Qin today.

Yan Longyu tilted his head and looked at Hua Fengju with a puzzled expression, and then bowed to Qin Ruoyang and said, "Mr. Qin is early, Uncle Feng is early, Mr. called me so early, is there anything to order?" ”

Dugu Hao, who was dressed in black and had his hair tied, walked to Yan Longyu's side, and said with a cold face: "Kneel down, Mr. has something to say." ”

Yan Longyu sighed inexplicably, frowned and slowly knelt down, and looked at Hua Fengju who was standing aside with a strange expression again, but was pouted and smiled by the middle-aged man and avoided his gaze.

The main hall was surprisingly quiet, and only the sound of the old servant outside the house could be heard chopping wood.

Although he was old, Qin Ruoyang, who was still tall, sat down slowly on the Taishi chair, majestic and solemn, "Long Yu, listen to me." ”

"I, Qin Ruoyang, am called the emperor in this life, but I am really an abandoned son, thanks to the allocation of the immortals, I can take His Royal Highness to escape from death, and I have survived so far."

"Lao Er knows that the teacher of the Son of Heaven cannot accept apprentices without authorization. So far, there are only three unnamed disciples under the door, two of them are working under the tent of Dugu Shuo, the third prince of Wuzhao Huanzhou, one is called Zhang Dongchu and the other is called Situ Lang. There is another person you should know, Xu Zhiqing, a teacher in the southern suburbs of Fulong County, who is smart and resourceful, but he is too affectionate to get rid of a vulgar word. ”

Yan Longyu nodded solemnly, he did know that Xu Zhiqing, a nerd who made a living by selling calligraphy and paintings in the southern suburbs of Fulong County.

But the boy wondered how the gentleman knew he knew the nerd.

Qin Ruoyang looked at the young man kneeling on the ground, squinted his eyes and continued: "It's just that I know that I am old and my time is short, but I still can't let go of what I have learned in this life. Therefore, I, Qin Ruoyang, have the courage to accept you Yan Longyu as my closed disciple today, you can agree! ”

Hua Feng raised her hand and smiled without saying a word.

Dugu Hao said: "Uncle Feng and I both agree that Mr. will accept you as an apprentice, Long Yu, everything is up to you." ”

Yan Longyu was flattered. He did not get up, nor did he rush to reply, but first knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Yan Longyu showed a firm look in his eyes, and said with a straight face: "The kindness of Mr. Meng's disciple, the grace of care, and the grace of teaching, Long Yu will never forget it for a lifetime, and he can't repay it." Today, I would like to worship Mr. as a teacher! Spread the branches for Mr. Passing on the torch! ”

The old Confucian Qin Ruoyang sat on the Taishi chair, his serious face seemed to bloom for a moment, and he rarely laughed, "Hahaha, treat people sincerely, joy and anger are invisible, and the mind is compassionate and unassuming." In vain, the old man has nothing else to ask for. ”

The old man then looked up at the outside of the house and said loudly: "Qin someone is disobedient and accepts disciples, and after death, he will ask the emperors of the Dugu clan for his guilt!" Please also ask the ancestors of the Dugu clan not to embarrass my disciples. ”

The old Confucian was so happy for the first time in more than ten years.

Qin Ruoyang stood up, staggered forward to help Yan Longyu who was kneeling on the ground, and took out a handwritten book from his sleeve and handed it to Yan Longyu, "Don't care about the eight rules and six rituals of apprenticeship." From now on, you Yan Longyu will be my Qin Ruoyang's closed disciple. The time to teach you again is running out, and this book is the result of my life, and today I will give it to you, and I will read it more often. There is also a letter I have for you in this book, don't rush to open it now, and you might as well open it again in the future if you are unsure about life and death. ”

Yan Longyu saw Mr. Longyu's old face at close range, and the tip of his nose suddenly became sour, the hero is late! There was no more Emperor Huan in front of him who was decisive for thousands of miles, only a thin old man who was in a hurry to teach the mantle.

The gentleman is old.

The young man looked down at the book in his hand, and said with a reluctant smile: "The Book of Confucian Soldiers, such a domineering name." ”

The old Confucian raised his eyes to look at the two young people who he had grown up, and countless of his past experiences when he was young came to his eyes, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

I, Qin Ruoyang, have never bowed my head to anyone in my life! The original intention of writing "The Book of Confucian Soldiers" was not to tell the martial artists in the court who looked down on the scholars, why couldn't the literati lead the troops?

There are also millions of male soldiers in the chests of literati! My soldier's book is like a soldier, with a pen, a knife, an ink and an arrow.

"Kid, take my pen and ink."

The teenagers were overjoyed when they heard Mr.'s words, Dugu handed over the pen, and Yan Longyu laid paper and ink.

Qin Wentian, who was the first of Dugu I, immediately took up the pen and wrote:

The boy has his own juvenile madness, despises the wolf, and laughs at Wenchang. Sharpening the sword fifteenth, he tried his edge every day.

Once successful and famous, in the world, no one is crazy. Shine on the lintel, regardless of the heat and coldness of the world.

As a ruler running around for an official, he did not forget to be a bookmaker.

……

The old Confucian business is still unfinished, and he slowly closes his pen.

Hua Fengju watched the old man finish writing one stroke at a time, and a glint appeared in his eyes.

The two teenagers looked at the black and white words in front of them, and they also longed for it.

Qin Ruoyang slowly turned his head to Yan Longyu. Looking at the child's clear eyebrows, the old man seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and said with a deep smile: "Yan Longyu, the word washes the dust." Luckily! ”

Dragon rain washes the dust!

Yan Longyu was shocked when he heard this, and then bowed to Qin Ruoyang again, "Mr. Xie gives you words!" ”

Hua Fengju, who was standing on the side, looked like an old father whose children had been praised, proudly covered his mouth with his fingers and smiled, and muttered: "Yan Xichen, good name." ”

The old man seemed to be a little tired, and slowly sat back in the Taishi chair, "I won't teach in the past few days, wash the dust, you and His Royal Highness Dugu will go down the mountain today."

Xu Zhiqing sent a message under the mountain saying that he had something to tell you in person! You will also bring him a letter for me. ”

Yan Longyu asked suspiciously, "How does the nerd know that I know you, sir?" ”

Qin Ruoyang replied, "I told him." ”

Yan Longyu took the letter handed to them by Mr. and glanced at Dugu Haoran, and the two of them saluted Mr. Qin together, and walked out of the small courtyard at the same time. Went down the mountain.

In the main hall of the bamboo house, Qin Ruoyang and Hua Fengju were left.

Hua Fengju looked at the old Confucian who was leaning on the Taishi chair and closed his eyes to recuperate, and said respectfully: "It's time to go out of the mountain, but Mr. Qin has arranged it for His Royal Highness?" ”

The old man opened his eyes slightly, and said intermittently hoarsely: "I have already laid out a game of chess in the northwest, and it is only a matter of time before His Royal Highness ascends the throne for his father. ”

"Before that, I'm going to see a few old people, I'm afraid it's the last time in my life. His Royal Highness bothered Feng Jue to take care of it. ”

"Feng Jueda, rest assured, when the time is ripe, I will die, and the third prince Dugushuo will also take away His Royal Highness."

Hua Fengju sighed, "If I guess correctly, the third prince of Dahuan back then, Dugu Shuo, led the land of Huan Country and a state to Wu Zhao, and it was instructed by you, Mr. Qin." ”

"If you want me to say, no matter how chaotic the Huan country is, whether the emperor is Dugu Nan or Dugu Bei, it is still his Dugu clan after all. Mr. Qin, why did you bother this week?

Everyone in the world says that Qin and Song are the ultimate literati, and now that Song is dead, you are the only one in the world, why do you want to be late in the future? ”

Qin Ruoyang waved his hand, "Feng Jue is a person from the rivers and lakes, and the people of the rivers and lakes are dead in the rivers and lakes, this is the destination." And I, Qin Ruoyang, am a scholar, and a scholar dies in a country, this is my destination! ”

The old man said slowly in a low voice: "I have a breath of Haoran, don't vomit unpleasantly!" ”

"Then what is Feng Jue's plan? Do you take the son of the sword fairy back to Xishu, or go to Yanbei? ”

Xishu Feng learned from his nephew Yan Longyu, bowed down and saluted the old man, and then walked outside the house, and said with a smile: "Wherever he wants to go, I will take him wherever he wants, and the four seas can be home!" ”

"By the way, I, Hua Fengju, have never liked to be a scholar who twists and turns. But you are always an exception, I Huafeng convince you! ”

The old man got up to return the salute, but was stopped by Hua Feng, who had already gone out, shaking his hand.

Qin Ruoyang looked outside the house, stunned, and whispered: "If I can be born a few decades later, maybe I can still have a good time with Feng Jue, your temperament is actually very similar to me back then." ”

The old servant who had been chopping wood at the door stood beside the old Confucian at some point, "It's okay to entrust His Royal Highness to Hua Fengju, but you go south to Jiangnan to find Na Lin and Jing, and go to Yuhua City to meet the Empress Dowager Dugu, I must follow you!" ”

Emperor Qin Ruoyang grinned, and said as if he was joking with an old friend: "Why, I'm afraid that I will die in Wuzhao!" ”

The old servant with a scar on his face smiled knowingly, "With me, as long as you don't want to die, no one can take your life." ”