Year after year, round after round, Wuchuan is like that, Momoyama is still like that, Momoyama Village is still like that, only the sunset changes every day, and the scenery of different times.

The people of Momoyama get up very early, but the earliest must be the master of the school, if the golden retriever monkey is not counted, the monkey is too jumpy, sometimes the night is gone, and it is early in the morning to run back.

Ye Cang carried the basket on his back, he didn't wait for the golden monkey, Ye Cang was used to the temperament of the golden monkey, and sometimes when he came back in the morning, he would lie in Ye Cang's back basket, and he would lie down for a day.

The mountain road was bumpy, and I didn't know how the monkey fell asleep, Ye Cang could also help it, and it was a day to carry it, but he had to be careful when putting the mountain peaches.

Sometimes the monkey will also play half loudly, maybe it is asleep in the mountain at night, after picking peaches on Ye Cang Mountain, the golden monkey can always find him in the peach forest on the mountain.

Ye Cang carried the basket on his back, and didn't say anything to anyone, and walked towards the peach mountain, the sun rose early, and a little sunlight sprinkled on Ye Cang's shoulders.

This scene also fell in the eyes of the master, and the perennial serious face drew a corner.

"If you ride a horse and carry a sword, how good it is, a sword gentleman, a ride on the end of the world, not to mention the first Dengke, it is also good to take a look at the mountains and rivers."

After a long time, although the master had a smile on his face, he seemed slightly lonely, which was incompatible with the vigorous early sun.

"It's been a long time... I don't know the spring and summer, and the days without autumn and winter have been bleak for decades..."

"If you want to take a look at the morning sun outside, look at the flowers, if you can smell the first spring breeze and drench a spring rain, then it is the best."

The Master opened the door of the school, walked into the empty school, buckled the wooden door of the school, and without saying much, took the thick bark tree and began to lecture.

The fortune-telling stall in front of the village was also set up at this time, and the old blind man said that this was a round of morning meeting, although Ye Cang didn't know what the morning meeting was, but the stall was set up when Ye Cang entered the mountain every morning.

The old blind man leaned lightly on the chair, as if he had gotten up early and dozed off, and after Ye Cang walked over, he said, "Little sour Confucian, it's going to change the sky..."

Ye Cang's steps with the basket on his back paused slightly, but he didn't believe it: "No wonder no one in the village is looking for you to tell fortunes, Momoyama has always been like this since he can remember, how can it change?" ”

Ye Cang just took the old fortune teller's words as a joke and didn't take it to heart.

The old blind man smiled: "Those old people don't die, if you want to find the old man, I won't tell him the hexagram!" ”

The old blind man called Ye Cang over and asked him to sit in front of the hexagram table, saying that he had to give Ye Cang a hexagram before letting Ye Cang go, and Ye Cang was also left to him.

The old blind man's old hand took Ye Cang's hand and rubbed it on Ye Cang's hand, the old blind man's hand was very rough, like a clay sculpture.

With a hint of inexplicability on his face, the old blind man said matter-of-factly: "The auspicious stars shine brightly, and the fortune is auspicious!" ”

The old blind man spoke again, "A hundred and ten miles to the north, there is a huge tortoise, walking on a camel mountain, if you go and find it..."

Ye Cang didn't wait for the old blind man to finish speaking and wanted to withdraw his hand, although he was born in Taoshan and had never seen a creature like a turtle, but he had seen a turtle shell, which was on the old blind man's stall.

The clay turtle shell is vaguely textured, but it is also very small.

Ye Cang smiled and pointed to the turtle shell on the stall and said, "Blind grandpa, how can there be a turtle camel mountain?" ”

"Even if it is found, if the turtle can hump the mountain, it may look at me like sand, and it will not be able to see me."

The old blind man squeezed Ye Cang's hand hard, as if he was a little displeased, Ye Cang was also afraid that the old blind man would be angry, so he also settled down.

I thought in my heart: "The old man, he can't be angry, he can't be angry, the old man is like a treasure, he can't be angry, he can't be angry." ”

The old blind man seemed to see through Ye Cang's thoughts, and scolded with a smile: "The old man has a long life!" At least better than those old immortals! ”

Then he opened his mouth and said: "Ye boy, you didn't even go out of this mountain, you dare to say that you have seen the morning and twilight scenery of the world?" How many people have you seen?

You can't be stubborn, what you don't know is the most wonderful, and you must learn to accept it.

The world is very big, very big, and you have to walk more, just like the old pedant said to read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles.

In the end, find a lover, she must be like that, but she can't learn to be a sloppy old beggar, and at this time she should listen to the music in the hook column in her dream. ”

Then the old blind man took a sip: "Don't be ashamed! Old and immortal! ”

Seeing the old blind man like this, Ye Cang asked with a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "Blind grandpa, what is the hook fence?" ”

The old blind man opened his pale eyes, glared at Ye Cang fiercely, and said, "Don't ask!" Don't go! ”

Ye Cang nodded, but he was not sure, and then asked again: "Are you going to read?" ”

The old blind man's pale pupils glanced at Ye Cang.

"Some students went, some were in the wind and snow, and some were reciting poems against each other, discussing the Tao and reason that those sages had said, I am afraid that they wanted to take those sages as life mottos."

The old blind man smiled again: "How do you know that the sages said the truth and aphorisms, and the sages probably can't remember, maybe every word and deed makes sense, and it is the sages who can make people think deeply, and it is only us laymen who can't let go." ”

Ye Cang looked at the old blind man, and felt for a while that the image of the old blind man had become taller, and at this time he no longer looked like a fortune teller chattering with gods, and looked at the old blind man like looking at the master, full of knowledge and reason.

Ye Cang looked at the old blind man, and the doubts that he had had early in his heart couldn't be suppressed, those knowledge, those words should not appear in Taoshan.

Ye Cang's face was full of melancholy and entanglement, and he finally made up his mind to ask: "Blind grandpa, have the old men in the village ever been... Outside, or someone who came to Momoyama from outside? ”

The old blind man rubbed Ye Cang's hand, and the rough calluses seemed to make Ye Cang feel at ease.

The old blind man continued: "Whether you have been there or not, it is all ours, not you, and you don't care about others, you have to go by yourself what you want to do and where you want to go."

What others heard was heard after all, and Ruth had to go on her own, and when she was old, she told others that I had seen it when I was young, not that I had heard it when I was young. ”

looked at Ye Cang's ignorant appearance sitting in front of the stall, and smiled again.

"Go pick peaches, if you understand, you will also listen, let the eyes see what should be seen, let the ears listen to what should be heard, let the hands do things, let the legs walk, and when the road is long, you will really understand."

Ye Cang nodded, and after getting up with the basket on his back, he walked outside the village, still walking so smoothly and so fast as usual, towards the north.

After Ye Cang walked away, an old man wearing a bark coat walked to the fortune-telling booth and sat down, the old man was very fat, and he kept laughing when he came from a distance, and he kept smiling until he sat down.

The fat old man sat where Ye Cang was sitting just now, looked at the old blind man and quipped with a smile: "If that old beggar hears your words, hey! Maybe I'm going to have to blow up your stall! ”

The old blind man was angry for a while: "Phew, he dares!" One person asks for more than a hundred wives, isn't it a nasty embryo? ”

The fat old man smiled and said, "That may be his way, his fruit is there, it's amazing." ”

"Speaking of which, he's worse than us!"

The old blind man stopped talking for a while, and after a while the old blind man spoke: "What are you doing at my stall if you don't guard your broken teahouse?" ”

The fat old man's long-standing smile disappeared, and he got up and said, "The old fortune teller, the sky is about to change!" ”