An ordinary downtown area.

A white-haired old man is holding a little girl with dark skin and yellow hair.

In this noisy market, like the vast number of beings, leisurely blend into this bustling atmosphere.

And the little girl, with a pair of big eyes, looked curiously and eagerly at everything around her.

Whether it's the street vendor stalls, all kinds of interesting little things.

Or passing by the windmill that the child is holding in his hand.

All earned enough little girl, envious eyes.

It seems to be a windmill that can spin several times in a row with a single blow.

The little girl never took her eyes off the way.

Even his neck was twisted to the limit, and he was reluctant to look away.

Obviously, a spinning windmill is a rarity.

Although there are all kinds of windmills on the hawker stalls next to it.

But the little girl didn't, and ran to the front of the stall to watch.

She held her small hands tightly, grasping the corners of the white-haired old man beside her.

I was afraid that if I didn't pay attention, I would be separated from the old man.

This is the first time in her life that a little girl has come to this kind of downtown area.

Everything is so tempting for her.

But before, she always felt malicious in this busy city.

That kind of malice is more insidious than the jackal encountered in the wild.

Let the little girl, since birth.

It has been far away from the gathering place of human beings.

This little girl is Sangsang who has just entered the Confucian Holy Gate.

And the old man next to her is a Confucian saint who has just become her teacher.

With a gentle smile, Chen Mu looked at Sang Sang's curious eyes looking around.

I saw that she stared at the windmill for a long time, but she never opened her mouth to buy one from the vendor.

Then he said to his only apprentice:

"Sangsang, do you want that windmill to play?"

"Teacher will take you to buy one!"

After Sang Sang heard Chen Mu's words, he remembered.

I am now a teacher!

It's no longer the same as before, when you get close to the vendors, you'll be driven away.

On Sang Sang's face, a smile like sunshine immediately appeared, and he said happily:

"Uh-huh! Sangsang wanted the windmill, but Sangsang didn't dare to approach the market before."

"Every time I get close to a crowded place. Sangsang felt a lot more malicious."

Hearing this, Chen Mu gently held Sang Sang's hand.

Take her to the vendor and let her pick one herself.

looked at the happy expression on Sangsang's face.

In Chen Mu's heart, he also has mixed tastes.

Sangsang has a mysterious background, but he has been an orphan since he was a child.

If it weren't for the strong intuition inside and the protection of the monstrous luck.

I am afraid that this doll has either been abducted and sold, or has been reduced to the food of wild beasts.

After so many years of wandering, although it was hard to grow to the age of eight.

But that heart is almost closed to the point of lack of popularity.

In the environment of the academy, everyone knew that she was a disciple of Confucianism.

Be respectful to her.

Sangsang, who already lacks peer communication, has been in that kind of environment.

In his heart, he is likely to be like the two palace masters of the Shifting Flower Palace, taking the path of forgetting his feelings.

Although this state of mind, in a short period of time, cultivation will progress rapidly.

Compare it to the view of this category.

It's the kind of person who completely abandons emotions.

But when I practiced to the depths, I was always one step away from the peak!

Only by being extremely affectionate can we be extremely Taoist!

If you don't feel the feelings of the world, how can you finally comprehend it, be liberated, and have a great escape?

This was the first lesson Chen Mu taught to his disciples.

Let her become a normal child first, and have a little more emotions and six desires in her heart.

As for cultivation, for Sangsang, it is not difficult.

With that monstrous luck, as long as the method of Sangsang cultivation is transmitted.

That true qi will soar like fallen leaves blown up by a hurricane.

The best teaching for Sangsang now is to improve her state of mind.

Try to make up for the flaws in her soul and create a spiritual world without flaws for her.

lest you fall into a heart barrier in the future

Sangsang squatted in front of the stall, looking left and right with his little head.

She liked the windmill made of red paper.

I like it, the windmill made of green paper.

The red one reminded her of a red wild fruit she had ever found.

The taste of that fruit is still fresh in Sangsang's memory.

It's sour, but it fills your stomach.

And the green one reminded Sangsang of the green meadow.

In the warm season, finding a large green meadow in the wild is the happiest thing for Sangsang.

Lying on it, it is soft and can sleep happily all day.

When you fall asleep, you don't feel hungry.

Under Sangsang's entanglement, he held two windmills in his little hands and gestured in front of him.

Small brows, frowning tightly!

Obviously tangled, delicious fruit, or green grass.

When Chen Mu saw this scene, he felt interesting.

came to Sangsang's side and said softly:

"Sangsang, the teacher didn't say that he would only let you buy one, didn't you think about buying both?"

When Sang Sang heard this, he turned his head to look at his teacher with a stunned expression.

The little eyes blinked, as if they were thinking about what the teacher had said.

In Sangsang's memory, there has never been a situation where there are both delicious wild fruits and soft grass.

So, when I saw these two windmills, one red and one green.

Sang Sang subconsciously thought that he could only choose one of them.

Sangsang, who came back to his senses, only then did he understand what his teacher said.

She could have both.

"Old. Teacher, are you telling the truth?"

Chen Mu smiled and said nothing, took out the silver money and gave it directly to the vendor.

Then he helped Sangsang, who was holding two windmills, up.

The hand stroked her withered yellow hair, and said softly:

"Today, the teacher bought you two windmills, and when you go back to practice, Sang Sang should also remember to work hard."

After hearing this, Sang Sang's little face nodded with a serious look.

Although she still doesn't know what cultivation is for.

But today, the teacher bought her two windmills, and she had to redouble her efforts.

Then, Sang Sang's eyes seemed to catch a glimpse of something again, and said to Chen Mu crisply:

"Teacher, can I want to eat that red fruit?"

"After Sangsang goes back, he will work hard to cultivate!"

Chen Mu turned his head and looked, it turned out that Sang Sang was talking about sugar gourds.

Sang Sang's big eyes stared at the bright red and shiny sugar gourd, and he kept swallowing his saliva.

After Chen Mu saw it, he couldn't help but smile.

I went and bought her a sugar gourd.

Today, it is to let Sangsang experience the happiness of a normal child.

Naturally, it is necessary to meet her various small requests.

"The teacher is very kind to Sang. Mulberry is the best."

Under the setting sun, two figures, one large and one small, are reflected.

"You eat the sugar gourd in your mouth first, and then speak, don't choke!"

On the side of the academy, after this wide range of disciples.

Momentum!

The most important thing is that students from all over the world are still on the way to the academy.

At the same time, the Confucian and Taoist ancestral court Confucius Gate fell into a dark cloud.

In the strange dark clouds, there was a trace of white electric arc from time to time

(End of chapter)