I don't know where it is, pine trees stand straight up, their trunks high into the sky, and a halo of golden light shines on the forest, and countless white air currents flow in it like mist.

"Zi said: The deceased is reluctant to give up day and night."

"Zi said: I don't care about poverty, and I don't care about wealth."

Zi said: "The benevolent are not worried, the knowers are not confused, and the brave are not afraid." ”

"Zi said: ............"

The sound of reading is loud, and the sound of "Zi Yue" echoes in the forest, endlessly.

But if you search the whole pine forest, you can't find a single student who is studying, and it seems that there is not a single living thing except the pine tree.

"Bell, bell, bell."

From nowhere, there was a sound of gold and stone clashing, and the sound was gone, and countless stone tablets were erected in a clearing in the forest, on which countless words were densely engraved.

In front of one of the steles stood a watcher, he was nine feet tall, his eyes were bulging, his ears were hanging down his shoulders, his arms were above his knees, his front teeth were protruding, his hair was white, he was wearing a Confucian scarf, and a long sword hung from his waist, and he held an iron chisel in one hand and a hammer in the other, and carved words on the stele.

If some students observe carefully, they will find that they are engraved with amazing works, each of which more or less changed the direction of the entire dynasty at that time.

If this student saw the appearance of this old man, he would be even more stunned on the spot.

There are countless kinds of doctrines born of Confucianism in the long river of time, but all of them start from the old man in front of him, as long as there is a academy, as long as there is the sound of reading, the portrait of this old man will be hung on it, so that future generations of students will worship.

This place is opened up by the righteousness and bookishness of the unmath of the unmath of the world, and there is the moral forest wherever the sound of reading is reached, and there is this old man.

Wan Shi Shi Watch, the first generation of Wen Shengyan Han.

A halo flowed, and the righteous qi in the moral forest condensed, gradually forming a figure, the halo dispersed, and a young man walked out of it, wearing a cyan Confucian robe, with a sword hanging from his waist, and a golden silk sword spike at the top, elegant and introverted.

Coming behind Wen Sheng, the young man bowed and saluted.

"Teacher."

Wen Sheng's hand kept moving, and he said without turning his head:

"Well, what's the matter?"

The young man plucked up his courage and said:

"Teacher, even if you carve moral articles for the students of the world, what about your children and grandchildren? Yan Rong's little girl is really good, as long as you say a good word, it won't be like this. ”

Wen Sheng's hand moved slightly, he turned his head, waved his hand, and a wooden table and a pot of wine, two wine cups appeared in front of him, stretched out his hand to signal, and said with a smile to the young man in front of him:

"I can hear it, you are here to find the old man, I have come to settle the account."

The young man was silent, Wen Sheng drank a glass of wine and continued:

"Changming, how long have you been under my vein?"

The young man bowed down and said, "Teacher, it's been two thousand four hundred years. ”

"Oh, it's been 2,400 years, in a blink of an eye, I think that the old man was just a teacher, for the school children to carry the coffin for the rich family, in order to persuade them to send the children to study, to help their family chop wood and carry water, although it was bitter at that time, but the truth learned is real, blessed for thousands of years, worthy of my Yan family, but there are still so many students in the world who can't afford to buy books, can't read books, I Yan Han is ashamed of the world."

The young man saluted again, took the cup and drank it all, poured himself another glass of wine, and then sat aside and listened patiently to the lecture of the tall old man in front of him.

Yan Han glanced at it, pulled the wine jug in front of him, poured himself a glass, and continued:

"Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, they have their own choices, although I Yan Han can protect them, but after all, I am already a deceased person, how long can I protect them? The old man is not like the one surnamed Wang over there, who has been dead for so many years, and still has to meddle in the family affairs of his children and grandchildren, and what nonsense does he say about "etiquette and music, and its chapter is self-introspective", in the end, is it not to fight for that pillar of fragrance? ”

Just as Wen Sheng Yan Han was speaking, he could only hear that in the pine forest, the golden halo was flowing endlessly, sometimes turning into a tornado and sometimes suddenly exploding, and suddenly a voice came from nowhere, and there was a bit of anger in his tone.

"The surname Yan, secretly saying bad things behind other people's backs, that's how you taught your disciples? What is the master of all ages, isn't it just a game of chess to win? Have the ability to do another game?! ”

Hearing this, Wen Shengyan Han waved his sleeves, the square table tea cup in front of him disappeared, and said to the young man with a little anxiety:

"You're still out of drink? If you have time to go back and see, although we are long dead, as long as there is still the sound of reading, you can walk the world. ”

The young man looked at the east side of the moral forest, the place where the sun shone on it, and said:

"The student quits."

There are 3,000 disciples of Wensheng, all over the world, and all the doctrines of later generations come from here, and there are seventy-two people who are the best, and they are known as the seventy-two sages of Yanmen by later generations.

This young man is the thirteenth of the seventy-two sages, and he is known as the thirteenth of Ziyu by later generations.

After the young man turned into a halo and dissipated in the moral forest, Yan Han raised his head to the sky and said:

"Wang Zhixing, the old man can win you once and he can win you twice, what does it mean to "don't you win in chess"? How about it is also a generation of saints, who has been followed by countless people as a saint, and is this measure? ”

After not responding for a long time, Yan Han had a smile on his face, then turned his head and continued to carve words on the stone tablet.

However, it was said that after Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue were full of wine and food, Xu Yue took Wei Zigeng to the door of a martial arts hall.

I saw that in the martial arts hall, hundreds of young people were practicing on the huge school ground, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and eighteen weapons. Among them was a middle-aged man, dressed in a gray power suit, tall and burly, with knotted muscles, a face as resolute as a knife and an axe, an embarrassed beard, and a pair of eyes like wolf eyes, staring at all the young people who practiced martial arts.

It was a young man with a spear that suddenly flew out of his hand and went straight to the back of the head of a young man opposite him who was practicing standing on a stake, and the latter did not notice it at all.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately jumped out, clipped the young man who was standing on the stake to his waist, and grabbed the flying spear with his other hand.

The young man who was playing with the gun was stunned at the moment and didn't know what to do, and the young man standing on the stake subconsciously touched the back of his head after knowing what was going on, and only exhaled after confirming that he had not been opened.

"Mr. Zheng, right...... I'm sorry I didn't pay attention. ”

The young man who played with the gun was scared out of a cold sweat and stammered.

The middle-aged man who was called Mr. Zheng walked up to the young man with a blank face, handed him the spear in his hand, and said:

"Are you supposed to say sorry to me? How long have you been practicing this time and you can still get rid of it? How can you save yourself and your family when the bandits come! ”

The young man who played with the gun was speechless, and Mr. Zheng sighed, put the young man clipped to his waist in front of him and said:

"The person you should say sorry for is this kid, you can ask him if he forgives you."

The two young men looked at each other, the former bowing his head embarrassedly, and the latter grinning and patting him on the shoulder.

"Isn't this unopened? You're going to have to treat me to a drink when you're done. ”

Both of them laughed, and Mr. Zheng on the side also smiled slightly, but when no one else was paying attention.

Outside the door, Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue, who were watching from the probe, smiled when they saw this scene.

"Mr. Zheng is very good, and his martial arts are strong, he can pull a three-stone bow, especially his marksmanship is unfathomable, everyone in Yuezhou City respects him, and they are assured to let the younger generations of the family come."

Xu Yue looked at it as he spoke, his eyes full of admiration and respect.

"If I'm not mistaken, he's not a local, and he's from the military, and he even used to have a good status in the military."

Wei Zigeng said this not without reason, Mr. Zheng is different from the locals, he is dark-skinned, burly, the palm holding the spear is unusually large and calloused, and the arm is full of knife marks.

Sure enough, as Wei Zigeng expected, Xu Yue said:

"Mr. Zheng is indeed not a native of Yuezhou City, it is said that he was once a captain in the Anxing army, and later the Anxing army was broken, he fell here, several mountain bandits went down the mountain to rob civilians, all under the leadership of Mr. Zheng spent safely, and the merchants in the city collectively funded Mr. Zheng to open a martial arts hall, in case the next time there are mountain bandits to rob the city can deal with one or two, and most of the soldiers in the city are out of Mr. Zheng's door."

Wei Zigeng nodded as a matter of course, and wondered if he could learn a thing or two with Mr. Zheng, after all, there were few such masters in Yuzhou City.

In the martial arts school grounds, Mr. Zheng gathered everyone up, and his voice resounded in everyone's ears like a flood bell and a big lu.

"You are all the younger generation in the family, some even bear the rise and fall of a family, your elders look up to me Zheng, hand you over to me, I will spare no effort to teach you, the people in the city have been suffering from the rebellion of the bandits for a long time, and all of us here are the hope of the people in the city in the future, we work hard, in the future, your family, the people in the city will be less threatening. Are you going to be cowards and hide behind or be heroes and be the hardest wall! It's all up to you! ”

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

The shouts were deafening, and Xu Yue, who was outside the door, also clenched his fists at this moment, eager to shout out.

"Okay, I'll show you the back pistol again, get my gun."

After a while, two people in front of them and one behind them lifted up a spear, their faces red and their ears red. The shape of this gun is simple, the tip of the gun is cold, it weighs seventy-eight pounds, and it takes two people to work together to lift it.

Mr. Zheng took the spear and danced a beautiful spear flower in his hand, and then the spear touched the ground.

"Look!"

At this time, Wei Zigeng outside the door obviously saw that Mr. Zheng glanced in their direction outside the door when he said this, and Xu Yue's eyes lit up at the moment, staring at Mr. Zheng inside in a daze.

"Wow!"

I saw Mr. Zheng's right leg suddenly kicked the rod, the spear seemed to have life in his hands, the tip of the gun was like a swimming dragon, and the stabbing over and over again carried a strong wind, and it was an extremely beautiful spear flower, the tip of the gun swung backwards, the tip of the gun smashed on the stone slab on the ground, and suddenly smashed a big pit, sparks were everywhere, Mr. Zheng's legs suddenly forced, kicked forward, and used both hands in the air to smash down with great force.

"Back to the pistol!"

A muffled snort, followed by the sound of the stone slab breaking, shattered in response, turned into powder, bent down hard, turned around, the tip of the spear instantly reversed the direction and stabbed out rapidly, the sound of breaking the air and the sound of trembling came, everyone present was amazed, opened their mouths wide and said nothing.

"Have you ever seen clearly?"

Mr. Zheng looked out of the door again, which was where Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue were hiding, and then said:

"If you don't see it clearly, you can stand up and ask, and I can demonstrate it to him alone."

After a long time, no one answered, Mr. Zheng retracted his gaze and said, "If you don't have it, just practice on your own!" ”

Outside the door, Wei Zigeng patted Xu Yue's shoulder, at this moment the beggar was already full of excitement, he seemed to be making an important decision, and after hearing Mr. Zheng's words, he hung his arm weakly.

"If only I could get Mr. Zheng's guidance in person."

After speaking, Xu Yue stood up and walked deeper into the alley, and Wei Zigeng hurriedly followed. Seeing the figures of the two in the martial arts hall drifting apart, Mr. Zheng shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, just now Mr. Zheng asked if anyone didn't understand why you didn't stand up?"

"How do I stand up? I don't have any money, I'm not a martial arts student, and now it's a big taboo to steal a teacher. ”

The young beggar was dejected and a little lost. Seeing him like this, Wei Zigeng said:

"You didn't pay attention? Mr. Zheng deliberately slowed down his movements when demonstrating this marksmanship. ”

"So what?"

"Think about it? He must have demonstrated this set of marksmanship countless times in front of the students, why did he deliberately slow down? For you, of course, he wants you to learn too. ”

The beggar raised his head and looked at Wei Zigeng in disbelief, not knowing what to say, and a thousand words turned into one sentence.

"Really?"

"Do you want to be taught by Mr. Zheng in person?"

Without hearing any words, Wei Zigeng handed the long knife in his hand and the cloth bag wrapped with the worn long sword behind him to Xu Yue's hand, and then walked to the martial arts hall behind him.

Xu Yue, who came back to his senses, said loudly:

"Hey, why are you going?"

"Hey, hey, kick the gym!"