Seeing a person so clear and clear made the old turtle know that he would not be able to see through it, and he couldn't help but want to take a closer look at the scholar's life.

But the result was a little unexpected by the old turtle, this scholar's life is not vague, at least not at a glance, but can glimpse his profound merit, but can not observe the ups and downs of his life.

Put it on others, the old turtle doesn't care, after all, some people are ordinary people, but this scholar is definitely not like this, but the old turtle doesn't dare to look at it anymore, he is here to listen to people read, and he can't put the cart before the horse.

Yin Qing read "Zhiyi" little by little, savoring the essence of his father's book back then, and inserting some of his own feelings when he read it.

It's not that this book was written by his father, so Yin Qing can understand more meaning, in fact, he reads books like this, as if he can touch some of the thinking veins of the original bookmakers, and can feel their state of mind when they write the book through reading.

In fact, many scholars have similar feelings, in order to distinguish the connotation of books, some books are just narratives without much emotion, and some books are expressions of thoughts, often impassioned.

But Yin Qing's state is different from simply reading through what he wants to express in the book, it is something similar to spiritual sense, as if he can empathize with the person who wrote the book, so as to feel what kind of person the other party is, with a lonely temperament or enthusiastic and unrestrained, or just pretending.

So for Yin Qing, even if some books are so-called must-learn classics, it will be very uncomfortable to read them for a while, and in order to cope with the examination, they will still memorize it, and it is absolutely impossible to talk about liking it.

Yin Qing's favorite article is an article written by someone like his father Yin Zhaoxian, and he can clearly feel the concept he wants to uphold in the book, and he can clearly feel the momentum of the writer who is sitting in danger and wants to clean up the filth, and this feeling of unity of knowledge and action makes him the most comfortable.

So now that Yin Qing reads the text, he naturally releases this feeling with the sound of reading, and sometimes explains a few sentences in his own words, striving to make the listener be as to the point as he is, so that the big herring fish and the old turtle can listen to it unconsciously.

Even the few people who had been standing aside to watch Ji Yuan fishing were unconsciously fascinated, and they only felt that this scholar must be very knowledgeable, and then saw that the other party might be wearing the clothes of Huiyuan Academy, and he looked like this.

If Yin Qing reads a book like this, he wants to read and understand a book quickly, but when he wants to convey it to others, he wants to say more, far more than the article shows, so that a book of "Zhiyi" is directly talked about for a whole day and has not been finished.

During this period, Ji Yuan also made a special trip to buy some food as a lunch for two people and one fox, trying not to interrupt Yin Qing's first performance.

By the evening, the surrounding pedestrians had already gone home and boarded the boat.

Ji Yuan saw that it was not early, took the fishing rod that had not been able to catch a fish all day, and said to Yin Qing.

"Alright, let's stop here today!"

As Ji Yuan's voice started, Yin Qing's reading voice also stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Ji, what do you think of how I behaved today?"

Yin Qing asked Ji Yuan a little apprehensively, and when he saw that there was no one around, he continued to ask, and at the same time looked at the river.

"Can the big herring understand?"

Seeing him like this, Ji Yuan, who was walking to the shore and had just put the bamboo pole, took two steps closer to him and patted his right arm.

"It's very good, your father may not be as good as you when he comes here, and I can't do it either. ”

Hearing Mr. Ji's praise like this, Yin Qing felt quite embarrassed.

"Mr. Ji, your praise is too fake, I don't know what kind of characters you and my father are, Hu Yun, you said yes?"

Yin Qing asked the red fox beside him, and the latter's eyes moved, but he didn't agree for the first time, and only said after a while.

"If it's just reading books for people to listen to, maybe what Mr. Ji said is true. ”

Seeing Hu Yun rarely say such thoughtful words, Yin Qing was also obviously stunned for a moment, but he was still very happy to receive the praise.

The accountant wrapped the fishing line on the newly made emerald green bamboo pole and looked at the city gate road in the distance.

"In half an hour, the gates will be closed, and it's almost time to go back, well, let's greet them before we go back." ”

Yin Qing followed the direction of Ji Yuan's finger, the big herring on the river was looking at him with bubbles spitting up and down, the fins could not be brought together, they could only nod up and down, and on the side of the big herring, the thing that was originally thought to be a black stone in the water was actually floating, and finally a huge turtle was revealed.

"It's... Such a big tortoise?"

Yin Qing was taken aback, and the turtle actually stood up on the surface of the water with half of its body, and the two turtles were holding their feet together.

"Old Turtle Wu Chong, thank you Mr. Yin for your advice!"

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, in Xia Yin Qing, a student of Huiyuan Academy. ”

Yin Qing hurriedly returned the gift, but it was the first time he was called Mr., and he still felt quite novel.

"By the way, this big herring will be called Luo Biqing in the future. ”

When Ji Yuan's words fell, the big herring by the river blew out a bubble of "Bo ......" in the water, as if it was responding to harmony.

Yin Qing also smiled and bowed to the big herring, then packed up the books, and said to Ji Yuan with a little reluctance.

"Then Mr. Ji, I'll go back?"

He knew that this was the case, and it was estimated that Mr. Ji and Hu Yun should leave Chunhui Mansion.

"Go, go, go. ”

Ji Yuan deliberately didn't say much, and after seeing Yin Qing turn around and walk a few steps, he silently counted to three, and sure enough, he turned back again.

"Mr. Ji, don't you ask me how I am doing at Huiyuan Academy, how I get along with my classmates and master?"

Ji Yuan smiled narrowly.

"Oh, I almost forgot, how do you get along with other people over there?"

"Mr. Ji, you are too perfunctory......

"Hahahaha...... Chunhui Mansion has developed water transportation, and it is possible to write a letter to Ning'an County for ten years, and it is also where the state capital is located, even to Wanzhou, it also saves a large wave of time for post station accumulation and classification, and I have time to write a letter!"

Yin Qing smiled again, nodded and finally turned away, and only after walking for a while did he no longer turn back a few steps, but trotted into the city.

After Yin Qing left, Ji Yuan retracted his gaze and sat on the shore, facing the old turtle.

"Wu Chong, I told you last time, among the people you have met in your life, there are any deeds that have touched you deeply, I can tell you about it, I think it is quite suitable today, let's talk about it. ”

A copy of "The Legend of the Outer Dao" has been read by Ji Yuan for a long time, and it has been a long time since I read it, and it will definitely be more interesting to listen to the stories of those who have experienced it.

"On the orders of Mr.!"

The old turtle saluted in the water, and from the conversation between Mr. Ji and Yin Qing, he heard that Mr. Ji might be leaving, and after careful selection, he thought of something a long, long time ago.

The body gradually sank into the water, leaving only the turtle's head exposed to the water, and the old turtle's voice was full of emotion.

"That should have been nearly one hundred and seventy or eighty years ago, and it has only been twenty or thirty years since the founding of Dazhen, and I can't remember the specific year, and there are many things that seem vague......"

Seeing that Mr. Ji was not interrupted by what he said, "many things seem vague", the old turtle continued to speak with confidence.

"That year, it was more than 50 years after the old turtle I refined the horizontal bones, and on the edge of this Chunhui Mansion, there was a scholar surnamed Xiao who came to play, and he was also quite blessed... Once, on the flower boat, a drunken man forcibly despised a courtesan, and this Xiao scholar was angry at the crown and reached out to help......"

The old turtle smiled before continuing.

Then he was kicked down the river by the drunk, and although he was quickly rescued by the flower boat steward and his fellow men, he also ended up in disgrace, but that time also made the old turtle think that he was an upright person. ”

The old turtle slowly narrated, describing how he "encountered" Xiao Shusheng in a way that would not frighten the other party too much, how he slowly got acquainted with the other party, how he helped him calculate his fate, and how to guide him to deal with some key things.

"Originally, I just wanted to make a good fortune, pointing out where it might be able to find a little windfall, where there was an urgent shortage of goods and the right time, if I wanted to do business, I could also make a small fortune, but after the scholar's family became richer, I still wanted to be an official, I wanted to be a big official......"

"Hehe, the number of dynasty qi and the way of official fortune is not trivial, how can it be a fortune to determine people's official career, you have to rely on real talent to learn, although he has some talent, but it is not enough, I told him bluntly, telling him that if you are not willing to study hard, there is no way to go to the official road, especially with the help of demonic power is taboo, and for a long time afterward, Xiao Jing never came to me again......"

Ji Yuan listened quietly, naturally not thinking that the story was over.

"Old turtle, when I heard the news about Xiao Jing again, for some reason, he had already sat in the position of Zhongcheng in the imperial history in just six or seven years......

Ji Yuan frowned, looking at the old turtle, who squinted his eyes and looked at the river, this action represented the old turtle's emotion.

As the narrative goes, some details that have been forgotten are also recalled, and the old turtle's thinking is much clearer.

"It was the thirty-second year of the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, the founding emperor of Dazhen was already in the twilight, and the stubborn diseases of the founding of the country were also frequent in his later years, and it was difficult to suppress them, it was time to pass on the crown prince, but although the prince had already become an adult, after all, his prestige was still shallow, and most of the founding ministers of the dynasty were built in, from the dragon's merits, the world's martial arts......"

As the old turtle spoke, his eyes narrowed and narrowed, and in Ji Yuan's heart, at this moment, he seemed to be able to feel a bloody breath about to rise.

"Hey...... The old turtle is also considered to have fallen into blood mold, and the little help I gave to Xiao Jing in the early years did not bring anything in return, but when the blood stained the imperial history platform, bad karma followed!"

hasn't said anything specific yet, this sentence basically made Ji Yuan understand the tone of what followed.

Killing heroes is something that in feudal dynasties, the founding emperors of all dynasties may do.

And Xiao Jingguan worships the imperial history Zhongcheng, the chief official of the criminal law of the court, the role played in it must be dishonorable, from the dragon's merit is a great merit for the establishment of the dynasty, killing this kind of old ministers and good ministers, the attached bad karma is definitely enough for the old turtle to bear.

Ji Yuan's right hand was placed on his knee and slowly beaten, sympathizing with the old turtle and some of these innocent old ministers, but also thinking in his heart.

'Surname Xiao?'

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