The sixteenth day of the first month.

The heavy rain that swept through Liangzhou last night did not stop until the second half of the night when the sky was almost dawn, and when the door of the house was opened early in the morning, the aroma of the earth came to the face, fresh and good.

Chu Yuanxiao, a poor boy, got up when it was dawn, or he didn't sleep much last night.

After living for more than ten years, not very long but not very short, for the first time I knew that my life was all in the calculations of others, and when I thought that there was a pair of eyes staring at him not far away at this time, and still calculating how to let him freeze and starve to death, the young man felt that his scalp was a little numb.

The sun had not yet risen on the eastern hill, and the first rooster had not yet begun to crow, and the thirteen-year-old poor boy had already stepped on his worn cloth shoes and walked out of the courtyard gate, and squatted down under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, and stared directly at the door of the broken thatched hut across the road.

He's going to start waiting for someone.

The pair of rag shoes on his feet was not worn by the old drunkard before his death, his family was poor, and he was not willing to throw it away after the old man died, and he could wear it again after sewing and mending, although he was not old enough to cause the shoes to be worn on his feet and swaying back and forth, but after all, people are poor and short-minded, and they will be able to make do with the future.

In the thatched hut opposite, the sloppy man Hou Junchen lying on the broken bed board covered with a layer of hay was a little irritable, and he didn't have to open the door to know that there was a little bastard squatting under the old elm tree opposite!

The man dragged up the tattered quilt and covered his head tighter, while muttering and scolding, "Little bastard of dog days!" Early in the morning, don't let people stop! You fucking lay down all night, and I had to go to the streets and alleys of the town in the middle of the night in the heavy rain to knock on the bangs! ”

Hou Junchen, who was unforgiving, finally failed to resist the persistent gaze of the little bastard staring at his leaky and leaky thatched hut, turning over and over, and finally could only get up from the bed with a bone, slammed open the door of the house and scolded the opposite side.

"Little bastard, you fucking squatting here early in the morning?! Lord Yama's urging is not such a way as you! Can't you wait for Lao Tzu to wake up and come back? ”

The young man who was squatting opposite raised his eyebrows in surprise, he didn't expect that he was just squatting here, and the man could know it clearly if he stayed in the room and didn't even open the door......

couldn't help but make him more curious about the so-called cultivators.

Hou Junchen yawned, pulled a chair and scolded out of the hut, put the chair outside the door and sat on it, beckoning to the young man opposite, "If you have any questions, hurry up and ask, get out of the house after asking, don't fucking delay Lao Tzu to sleep in the cage!" ”

The boy got up from under the tree and walked to the other side of the road, and before the sloppy man had time to fall asleep again, he stood on the edge of the chair and hurriedly asked his first question: "What is the place of the Wind and Snow Building?" ”

The lazy man who never slept until the sun was three poles and never got up really never got up so early, he was so sleepy that he didn't even open his eyes after vaguely hearing the young man's question, but just muttered and replied vaguely: "A Jianghu force that seems to know everything and can kill anyone, is not an immortal sect or a wealthy family, but it is not that anyone dares to provoke them." ”

"Then what are the requirements for asking them to kill?" The boy asked a second question.

Last night, the young man in red said before he left that those people who wanted his life had spent a lot of effort to ask Fengxue Building to move the Fengxue Building, indicating that his patience was running out, so he wanted to know how to invite Fengxue Building?

This question is not just curiosity, it says a lot in itself.

What's more, why did that person come to kill people when he was obviously commissioned by someone, and then just leave casually?

The young man has never heard of anyone doing business so casually, does it mean that the person who wants his life is at least not better than Fengxue Lou?

The sloppy man Hou Junchen paused slightly when he heard the young man's question, he opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the young man beside him, closed his eyes again, and continued to mumble: "Fengxue Lou does not charge money, and each of their landlords will randomly release a batch of tokens of different numbers to the rivers and lakes after they succeed to the office, and if you want to ask Fengxue Lou to do something, you have to take at least one of these tokens to come to the door, as for whether this matter is finally done or not, it depends on the mood of Fengxue Lou." ”

The young man pricked up his ears and finally heard the lazy man's indistinct muttering, and then couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, why does this Fengxue Building sound like it's not very reliable? But it seems to inexplicably make people feel that there is some kind of domineering that is not easy to describe!

The drowsy Hou Junchen couldn't hear the young man ask the third question for a long time, opened his eyes and looked at the young man for the first time, frowned and said lightly: "The forces in the world, including the rivers and lakes under the mountain and the immortal gate on the mountain, almost all the forces with some abilities are included, according to the size of the ability, it is divided into nine grades, and it is divided into two layers within one grade. The Fengxue building in front of you is located on the third grade, but there is a widely circulated legend in the rivers and lakes that that the strange and mysterious wooden building actually has the ability to enter the second grade, but for some reason they have not mentioned to the Linyuan Academy Palace that they want to upgrade to the second grade. ”

The young man standing on the side listened carefully and keenly, and after listening to this explanation, he accurately grasped two words: "Almost? ”

"Those who are not in the nine grades are not in the stream, neither in the stream nor in the ...... in the nine grades" The sloppy man paused, opened his eyes and looked at the young man, and said: "It's not convenient for me to tell you clearly, in short, it won't be too much, no more than one hand." ”

Hou Junchen didn't know if it was because he had scruples or what the reason was, he didn't say the names and surnames of some mountain gates, and after passing by, he closed his eyes again, and the topic returned to Fengxue Building.

"The token of the Wind and Snow Building is hard to find in the rivers and lakes outside! Since the person who wants your life can ask Fengxue Lou to move, it is already very good to show that the skills of that group of people will never be too low! In addition, although the person who came last night said that the person who entrusted them with the errand had committed suicide on the spot, I estimate that they still know some things behind the scenes, and it seems that the person entrusted by this commission should not be weak, even if it is not much worse than Fengxue Lou...... In fact, which is higher and which is lower, there are still two options! ”

Fengxuelou is famous in the rivers and lakes for its very smart ears and high means, but a large part of this "spirit" is to let them make their own moves, so as to ensure that the words "means are very high", so that the business can be done for a longer time. ”

The man glanced at the young man and said, "You have to think about the logic in this." ”

"So if you want to prevent people from taking your dog's life, it's best to start cultivating now, increase your strength and prepare means for self-preservation, and the better way is to find another backer who is tall and thick enough, otherwise you won't be far away from meeting the real Lord of Yama."

The young man looked at the man who was dozing off with his eyes closed, and he stopped talking.

The lazy man Hou Junchen didn't even open his eyes this time, and directly waved his hand lazily, "Don't fight Lao Tzu's idea, I'm just a country man who just wants to survive, I don't have that much ability to protect you under such people, and there is nothing I can teach you!" ”

As he spoke, he got up from the bamboo chair and was about to go back to the house to make up for sleep, but after entering the door, he suddenly stopped and poked his head out of the door: "You can wait for two more days, it is estimated that in a few days there will be outsiders coming to the town to collect apprentices, you can touch and touch at that time, if you are lucky enough, you may not be able to meet an opportunity, but remember not to be blind when the time comes." ”

The man was about to close the door, but suddenly stopped, then opened his eyes and glared at the young man and scolded: "Hurry up!" If you dare to disturb Lao Tzu's tranquility, you don't need them to take your dog's life, Lao Tzu will unscrew your dog's head first! ”

With a bang, Hou Junchen slammed the door of the thatched hut directly after speaking.

Almost the next moment, the young man heard a loud sound of a heavy object slamming on the bedboard, and he grinned, why wasn't this old bachelor afraid that he would collapse this crumbling hut at once?

……

In the next few days, listening to the persuasion of the young Chu Yuanxiao every day as soon as he was free, he would sit under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, and some people would look at people when they passed by, and if no one passed by, he would raise his head to study and study the big bronze bell that hung on the branch all the year round.

He likes to sit under the bell since he was a child, and he has never dared to tell others that there are words in the bronze bell, and it seems that every time he comes to look at it, he will find that the words engraved in the bell are different.

Although the boy was illiterate and couldn't even write his own name, he could see the difference.

The boy was a little shocked when he first discovered this secret, but then he kept an eye on the others, but it seemed that they occasionally sat under the clock and looked up, and they didn't know if they didn't notice any change in the word, or if they didn't think there was anything wrong with it......

It's just that the teenager sometimes thinks secretly, is there nothing wrong with this thing still being called?

About three or four days after the boy had finished asking the sloppy man, the boy who had been sitting under the bell every day finally saw many strangers coming one after another, bypassing the official road under the dragon's back mountain in the east and entering their Yanguan Town.

Of course, almost all outsiders who enter the town will see the huge old locust tree at the entrance of the town for the first time, as well as the old bell and the boy under the bell.

Some people will take the initiative to talk to each other, while others will ignore the existence of the teenager and go straight through the intersection into the town and go to their respective destinations.

There are about 100 of these people, and the young man has always had a good memory, and he can basically remember it at a glance, but there are only about three or four groups of people who really impress him.

The first of these people to enter Yanguan Town was a group of three people, and when they passed by the old locust tree and the town boy sitting under the tree, they all bypassed far from the other side of the wide official road.

The middle-aged beautiful woman led by her has fine makeup and gorgeous clothes, and she looks like a pampered rich lady, and the young man walking next to her is also rich, and her face should be about the same age as the poor boy, and the older and the younger should be a mother and son, and they seem to be talking about something.

When passing in front of the young man from the side of the official road, the rich young man glanced at the poor young man with an indifferent look, neither looking high nor looking down.

The poor boy inexplicably felt that he was like a stone on the side of the road in his eyes......

Behind the mother and son was an old woman hunched over, looking at the mother and son with a warm face, and when she turned her head to look at the young man with a flat burden, there was a contempt in her eyes.

The poor young man who lowered his head and looked at the tips of his shoes did not dare to look up carefully to observe these rich pedestrians, but silently estimated in his heart that the old woman was probably the servant brought out by the rich mother and son when they went out on a long journey, just like those rich and noble people from the big families in the town were the same when they went out.

After the three outsiders who entered first, he was also impressed by a group of three.

A tall and thin old man with white hair and wide robes and large sleeves took the lead, followed by a man and a woman who were not more than twenty years old.

The young man had a long sword with a sheath at his waist, and he naturally held the hilt of the sword in one hand, and he walked with a straight posture without squinting.

The girl who followed the old man side by side with him was just the opposite of the man's way of walking, dressed in red, with a long sword behind his back, and a pair of vermilion sword spikes at the head of the sword, this girl looked extremely beautiful, with red lips dotted with red lips, eyebrows and distant mountains, white jade flawless, walking and jumping, the sword spikes hanging behind her would follow back and forth, smart and lively, complementing each other.

When the old man walked not far in front of the young man in the small town, he suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the young man who was also looking at them, and then smiled first, and then took the initiative to talk to the young man in Hexi dialect: "Dare to ask the little brother, this is Yanguan Town?" ”

The poor young man didn't expect these strangers to talk to him, and he didn't expect the old man's dialect to speak so authentically, so he looked up at the old man in some astonishment, and then looked at the pair of young men and women behind the old man who also looked at him, and nodded a little in confusion but did not speak.

The old man smiled and nodded in thanks, and after taking a closer look at the young man, he walked in the direction of the center of the town, followed by the young man and woman.

The poor boy heard from a distance what the beautiful girl among the three people who walked away said, probably asking the old man something, and then the young man said something, and then the old man said something with a smile, but the three of them were no longer speaking in Hexi dialect, so the young man did not know what they were talking about.

Then there was a young girl in white clothes and white boots, covered by a big red cloak, who was also very good-looking, and the heavily colored red cloak never covered the girl's delicate appearance, but complemented each other, and she was more beautiful than flowers.

The girl is carrying a long sword, with a milky white ichthyosaurus jade pendant hanging from her waist, her skin is fair, her eyebrows are picturesque, her posture is heroic, and the most memorable thing is a pair of big round eyes, black and bright, as bright as a galaxy.

The girl turned her head to look at the young man as she passed him, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly stopped, opened her mouth and said something.

The young man in the small town only heard a series of words from the girl, the sound was as good as a silver bell, but he didn't understand what she said at all, and he looked dazed.

The girl frowned slightly, and when she spoke again after a moment of silence, she changed to a somewhat unskilled Hexi dialect.

The young man carefully distinguished it for a long time before he realized that she was asking about the family surnamed Li in the town, how to go?

There are less than 400 households in this Yanguan town, and because they were first gathered from all over the world, their surnames are very mixed.

The boy has been wandering around the town since he was a child, so he knows most of the families, and although some families are too high for people like him to step into, they basically know what the surnames of those high-gate compounds are.

This girl knows that she is not a relative of an ordinary family when she looks at her dress, although there are many people with the surname Li in the town, but there is only one person with the surname Li from a big family, Li of Liu Zhu and Chen Li.

Speaking of which, Yanguan Town was already built in a boxy way, and the two main streets squarely divided the town into four smaller pieces, and the four surnames of Liu, Zhu, Chen, and Li each occupied a piece as if they had been discussed, and the rest of the small families around were not as rich as these four families.

During the three years from the age of seven to ten, the old man followed Lao Liangtou to walk the streets and alleys every night, and when he was idle, the old man would walk forward with a lantern while telling the boy some anecdotes about the town.

It is said that the wealthy Liu family, whose mansion is located in the center of the northwest block of the town, is a wealthy merchant who does big business in Liangzhou, the county town.

The ancestors of the Liu family made a fortune by doing business, and now the head of the family, Liu Yuanxiang, runs his own business in Liangzhou County all the year round, leaving only a pair of children to accompany the old lady of the Liu family in Yanguan Town all the year round to live in the old mansion with the ancestral hall of the Liu family, which was decided by the old lady Liu himself.

Located in the center of the southwest block of the town, the Zhu family lived in Yanguan Town, and their ancestors were the landlords and squires of the town for generations.

Most of the Yanguan Town's salt fields are not suitable for growing crops, and most of the few remaining acres of land that can grow a little grain are the property of the Zhu family, so many people in the town are tenants of the Zhu family, real landlords, and rich and wealthy.

The third Chen family is said to be a scholarly family, which probably means that their ancestors have been scholars for generations, and now the township school in the northeast of the town is located next door to the Chen family's mansion.

It is said that the ancestors of their Chen family once had a son in the court called "Shang Shu Servant Shooting", although the townspeople who did not know how big the town was that "Shang Shu Servant Shooting" was a big official, but they all heard that there are still a large number of Chen family children living in the capital, and the Chen family's big mansion in Yanguan Town is the same as the Liu family, which is also an old house dedicated to family incense.

After the girl inquired about the Li family, it was an official, and in the salt official office not far from the Wufang Pavilion in the center of Yanguan Town, every salt official from ancient times to the present day was the Li family, and he never changed his surname like the hereditary.

The boy knew that the girl could not understand his dialect, so he could only speak and gestured with his hands to tell her that he would enter from the east entrance of the town and go west to the second intersection, and then turn left and go south to the second intersection to see the tall courtyard gate of the Li family.

The girl looked at the young man in the small town for a long time, and finally understood what he meant, and after thinking for a moment, she smiled at him.

The young man seemed to see a blooming peach blossom in an instant, and his face blushed slightly after shaking his head.

The girl didn't care, and said "thank you" in a dialect that she was not very proficient in, and then turned away.

The boy watched the girl walk away and finally disappeared, and when he turned back, he found an old man with white hair standing beside him, smiling and waiting for him to come back to his senses.

The young man scratched his head a little embarrassedly, opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated, not knowing if the old man could understand the dialect.

The old man who was hunched over and holding a crooked cane with a crooked finch head smiled and spoke first: "Little brother, do you know where the village school in this town is?" ”

The young man nodded, ready to show the old man the way as he had explained to the girl before, but the old man waved his hand slightly and said, "No hurry." ”

The boy was a little inexplicable.

The old man glanced at the young man, and after a moment, he asked with a smile, "Is there a three-foot long knife in the little brother's house?" ”

The young man's face was a little tense for a moment, and he suddenly thought of the straight-edged long knife that the old drunkard would take out and wipe from time to time when he was still alive, but from the beginning of the old drunkard to the time when the young man was in charge of his own house, they never took out the blade, which was a sharp weapon in the army in terms of regulations, to show it to others.

But the old man in front of him actually just glanced at the young man and screamed? This is also an immortal method?

"Can I sell it?" The old man glanced at the young man's expression, and asked with a smile without waiting for him to answer.

The young man's face was a little solemn, but he shook his head out of politeness.

The old man smiled and nodded, "Then the little brother is willing to listen to the old man's advice?" ”

The boy nodded again.

"If the old man is not mistaken, the knife in your house has some origin, if it is not necessary, it is better not to let others see it, especially foreigners like us."

The poor boy was stunned at first when he heard this, the old man's words sounded like something worth playing, so not everyone could see it?

The old man seemed to be able to see some of the young man's thoughts, smiled and said no more, and was ready to go to the school after listening to the young man's directions.

The young man glanced at the old man's rickety figure, hesitated for a moment, and then took the initiative to step forward and hold the old man's arm.

The old man looked back at the young man with a sincere face, nodded with a smile, and let the young man help him to go to the village school.

Outside the gate of the school, the young man looked up at the main entrance of the school that was not too luxurious but had a somewhat high threshold, and he consciously stopped and carefully let go of the old man's arm.

The old man looked back at the young man and smiled: "Little brother is not going to help the old man in?" This threshold looks a little embarrassed old man. ”

The young man looked at the old man, then at the threshold, and unconsciously scratched the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed.

The old man didn't speak, smiling and waiting for the young man to think.

Chu Yuanxiao finally stepped forward to support the old man and helped him cross the threshold, but the young man's feet had always stood outside the threshold, and although he was a little awkward, he never crossed the threshold.

When the old man had passed, the boy took a step back and bowed to the old man to say goodbye.

The old man slowly turned around, and saw that the young man bowed and saluted, and only after he straightened up did he smile: "Isn't the little brother studying in the school?" The old man has some relationship with the gentleman of this village school, if you want, the old man can say one or two for you to come here to study. ”

Halfway through his words, the old man looked at the young man again, and then added: "You don't have to pay the bundle, which is what you often call tuition." ”

The young man standing outside the threshold heard the old man's words, and raised his head and looked at the old man in some surprise, but the light in his eyes quickly extinguished in just a moment, he scratched the back of his head again, grinned and thanked the old man: "Thank you for the kindness of the old man, but my family is relatively poor, and I still can't afford to study without paying tuition, so I have to find a way to eat first." ”

The old man smiled and waved his big hand, "What's the matter? I can say the same thing, and let the teacher take care of your food as well. ”

This time, the young man was even a little frightened, hurriedly shook his hand and took a step back, bowed deeply to the old man, and thanked: "Old man, I just helped you walk a few steps, and it didn't take any effort at all, where can I afford such a great favor?" ”

As he spoke, he bowed to the old man again, and then hurriedly ran away with his farewell, as if he was afraid that the old man would say something that would make him unkind.

The old man stood inside the threshold, with a cane in one hand and a beard in the other, smiling at the young man outside the threshold and running away, without speaking or staying.

……

As soon as Chu Yuanxiao returned to the old locust tree at the east entrance of the town, the sloppy man in the thatched hut opposite poked his head out, he first looked in the direction of the township school, and then called the young man to him and asked, "Delivered?" ”

The boy nodded, absent-minded.

Hou Junchen looked at the young man's expression and teased: "Didn't you ask for a reward from others? For example, let you go to the village school to read and write? ”

The young man glanced at the sloppy man, and rolled his eyes without any scruples, "It's just a matter of helping the old man to go a way, just asking for compensation from others?" Do you want face? ”

The sloppy man laughed when he heard this, and after a long moment he stopped in the young man's idiot-like gaze, and told the young man again: "Don't look at the rest." ”

The teenager didn't know why.

Hou Junchen was a little helpless, "Aren't you afraid that you will stay in the town every day, and one day the group of people who want your life will find a dead soldier to come up and suddenly give you a sword?" Don't even have to worry about designing to lure you in? ”

Hearing this, the young man was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

The man was expressionless and followed another sentence that made him even more stunned: "Also, even if it is said that the group of people mentioned before will only act in the dark if they want your life, but these outsiders you have sent into the town these days are different, if they covet the knife in your hand, it is definitely possible for you to blink and die on the spot!" ”

Hou Junchen didn't wait for the young man to react, and said lightly: "What the old gentleman said just now is right, you may not understand the sentence 'guilty of bosom', but for example, when the weather is cold, you stand in the wilderness with a tender sheep in your arms, and there is a group of hungry and red-eyed wild wolves around, do you guess you die first or the sheep is eaten first?" ”

The man sighed a little, turned his head sideways and looked in the direction of the west side of the town, which had gradually begun to be lively, and he only glanced at it before retracting his gaze and looking at the young man in front of him, with a solemn expression and a serious expression.

"Of course, this place in Yanguan Town is more special, there will be some restrictions, and they can't blatantly kill people and seize treasures, but there are too many ways for cultivators to kill a person, and not everyone will stubbornly have to go around in such a big circle to seek a specific result, so if you want to live, it's best to keep your eyes open and be smart."

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A small town and a village school.

Early this morning, the young people in the town who were of school age and could afford to read began to enter the village school one after another, and the middle-aged teacher in the school who was responsible for teaching everyone to read had already stood at the door of the school school, smiling gently and watching the students salute and greet themselves, and watched them cross the threshold of the school and then bypass the slightly huge four-legged square ding in the courtyard, and step on the stone road through a bamboo forest into the school behind.

This middle-aged teacher in a green shirt surnamed Cui, is recognized as the most learned scholar in the town, and even the surname Chen, who is known as the heirloom of poetry and books next door to the township school, has no objection to this statement.

More than ten years ago, this scholar also passed by the town outside the east entrance of the town at the foot of the dragon's back mountain, and happened to meet the former old school teacher and the salt official bureau to resign from the position of school teacher, so the new Confucian Cui Jue became the new Mr. Xiangjue.

For more than ten years, this scholar has rarely left the township school, most of the time he is either in the school to teach to the teenagers, or sitting in the pavilion in the backyard of the township school to watch chess and play games, reading and studying, quietly, tranquilly, and conscientiously.

……

It was almost noon, and there was an old white-haired old man with a hunched back who was on a crooked crutch and asked a teenager for directions at the east entrance of the town, and then he was helped by the teenager to slowly cross the street and turn into Taoli Street, where the village school was located.

The old man who had been swept across the threshold stood there for a long time after watching the young man run away, and finally sighed with some regret, stepped out of the threshold again, and looked back at the couplet on both sides of the door.

The Burrow is quiet and quiet, and the charm of the landscape is long;

The world is full of Confucianism, and the sky and earth are rising in the sky for thousands of years.

The old man looked at the couplet and nodded, as if he had thought of something, and shook his head with some regret, and then he crossed the threshold with the help of his cane and entered the courtyard.

In the village school, the grass and trees are flourishing, the winding paths are quiet, and the old man finally found the outside of the school.

At this time, the sun was just right, so he sat down on the steps in the corner of the thatched cottage, and while raising his hand to slowly beat his legs to relieve his fatigue, he listened to the gentle and gentle voice of the teacher who came out of the window overhead: "Zi said, the Tao is not far away, people are far away for the Tao, and they cannot be ...... for the Tao."

Just when the old man was drowsy from the sun and was about to lean against the low wall under the windowsill of the school, a gentle voice slowly remembered beside him: "Mr. has worked hard." ”

The old man didn't open his eyes when he heard this, he leaned against the wall generously, and his voice was soft and soothing, with some kind of long-lasting memory: "The students are out of class?" ”

The green-shirted Confucian sat quietly beside the old man, leaning against the wall like an old man, smiling lightly: "Well, after a long day of rest, they all went home." ”

The old man still closed his eyes and nodded, quietly enjoying the warm sun, people are easy to lack yang energy when they are old, and they always love to bask in the sun and find some heat to come back, so as to make themselves more comfortable.

The spring light was warm and the sun was shining, but the pair of masters and apprentices didn't even speak anymore, just sat quietly from the sun to the west.

The spring sleep day in the thatched cottage is late, and the butterflies fly at dusk.

When the middle-aged Confucian opened his eyes again, the old man was no longer by his side, but carrying a small kettle and sprinkler on the edge of the fence in the courtyard to help water the flowers and plants that had just begun to sprout.

It wasn't until the teacher woke up that the old man put down the shower in his hand, turned around and slowly walked to the side of the steps and sat down again, both of them seemed to have forgotten to make a salute to ask An about the old cultural rules, the old man turned his head to look at the door of the school and sighed, and said slowly: "This threshold is still a little higher." ”

The middle-aged Confucian nodded lightly: "Yes." ”

The old man was a little pity, and sighed lightly: "From the time when the master was still young to the present, my Confucian culture has been inherited for more than 10,000 years, and I have tirelessly pursued education without class and the unity of the world until now, but this threshold is still so high, I really have to sigh that I have to sigh that creation makes people." ”

The old man seemed to be caught in some kind of distant memory, and the green-shirted student next to him sat quietly and did not speak.

After just a moment, the gray-haired old man laughed again, and after thinking about it for a while, he looked sideways at the student next to him and smiled: "I saw a young man with mixed breath at the entrance of the town, and it seems that there are no less than four or five calamities that can be seen. ”

The green-shirted Confucian nodded with a smile, "That child's origin is a bit complicated, what do some of the involvements behind it represent...... It's not clear yet. ”

Hearing this, the old man glanced sideways at the student's expression, his face slowly became solemn, and he said uncertainly: "Should you choose that child as a gambling contract?" ”

The Confucian looked at the direction outside the door of the village school, nodded and did not deny it, "For the time being, I have such an idea, but it has not yet been decided, after all, this matter is not for the students to have the final say." ”

The old man was a little impatient, "That young man is involved in so much cause and effect, and your gambling game is precisely related to the inheritance of Jiuzhou culture, do you really want to take such a risk?" If I die in the middle of the journey, wouldn't my culture, religion and Taoism be in danger? ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at his husband a little helplessly, and said with a smile: "Teacher, how can it be called a gambling game if you can see the bottom at a glance?" Isn't the result of a chaotic situation that no one can control more revealing? ”

The old man's frown was not soothed by the student's explanation, and he still looked at him disapprovingly.

The two looked at each other for a moment, not admitting defeat to each other, and finally the middle-aged Confucian turned his gaze a little helplessly, and said softly: "About three or four days ago, someone once found someone from Fengxue Building to come here, just to find that child. ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, he looked at the student beside him and asked, "Did you interfere?" ”

The Confucian shook his head slowly, "No, that Red Lotus Sacrificial Wine just stayed for a moment and left on its own." ”

"Red Lotus Sacrifice Wine ......" the old man chewed these four words carefully, "Although the old man doesn't care much about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, he has occasionally heard that the Red Lotus Sacrifice Wine, which ranks third in Fengxue Building, has a strange personality, but whenever he decides to come to kill people, he never returns empty-handed, how can he just stay for a moment?" ”

The green-shirted Confucian still shook his head, "As soon as he arrived at the place, he used the red lotus in his hand to briefly cover up the heavenly opportunity, and I didn't forcibly probe, so I don't know what exactly we talked about." ”

The old man was a little stunned, as if he had forgotten that he was still talking about the gambling contract just now.

The middle-aged scholar quietly glanced sideways at Mr., and when he saw that he hadn't come back to his senses, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, and then released another more conspicuous news in a light tone: "The bronze bell at the east entrance of the town has changed a little in recent years. ”

The old man woke up from his sluggishness almost instantly after these words, his eyes began to widen slightly, and he denied without hesitation: "This is impossible! ”

After that, he looked at his student's serious expression for a while, and then asked cautiously: "Or is it because of that teenager?" ”

The Confucian nodded, "I've never seen anything unusual about it in thousands of years, obviously there are no people and things here that can interest him, but in the last three years, he seems to have changed his perception of that young man......"

In the past thousands of years, this seemingly ordinary town under their feet has actually gone out too many characters, but because of the change of heaven every sixty years, almost no one who remains here except for a few people remembers that anyone has left this place to go to a foreign country, so this place can always be so peaceful.

In such a long and almost endless time, the big bronze bell at the east entrance of the town has been hanging there, watching groups of small town teenagers go out of here to stir up the wind and thunder, but it has never had any special reaction.

The territory of the nine continents in the world is not more than tens of millions of miles, and there are countless people in the cultivation, but there are only a handful of people who have never heard of Yanguan Town, because some of the teenagers who have fled from generation to generation have now grown into the Heavenly Monarch of the Daomen, and some have become the sect masters of the rivers and lakes, and there are manpower to suppress the land of one continent for hundreds of thousands of years...... There are infinite heroes and talents, but the bronze bell has never been the slightest different from any of them.

Unfortunately, I met one today, this change...... Surprising, mixed blessings.

As soon as the middle-aged Confucian priest's voice fell, he looked at his husband who had been upright and self-cultivation for many years, as if he had suddenly returned to a long past......

I saw that the old man did not hesitate to scratch his silver hair, which was originally delicately groomed and carefully, and shouted like he gave up on himself: "Is there any more Wang Fa Tianli?" ”

Before the words fell, he suddenly turned his head to look at his student, smiled like an old fox and said a sentence that made the middle-aged Confucian who boasted of his qi cultivation kung fu at home twitch the corners of his eyes: "Xiao Cui, you still have no apprentice, right?" Otherwise, Mr. will find you a little junior brother? ”

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