Chang'an, the old capital of the Tang Dynasty, is the center of Kyushu, and was once called the two capitals together with the divine capital Luoyang.

Chang'an is located in the center of Zuzhou, not belonging to any state of Kyushu, and some people say that Chang'an is the tenth state of Zuzhou - Zhongzhou.

To the east of Zhongzhou is Yongzhou, to the south is Jingzhou Ten Thousand Demon Valley, to the north is the Liangzhou Yinyue Dynasty, and to the west is Xiliangliangzhou.

To go to Chang'an, you don't need to cross Yunmengze, you only need to leave Yunmengze and cross Yishui to get to Chang'an.

This is why Fahai is very keen on descending the mountain.

The distance is not too long, far less than the road from my daughter country to Yunmengze, and there are many things I need in that place, such as:

Excellent disciple of Jinshan Temple!

Skilled craftsmen!

Great furniture decorations!

You can also take advantage of the situation to receive some well-informed pilgrims, and develop business for the development of Jinshan Temple in the future.

The scorching sun was shining overhead, and on the Gobi Desert where no edge could be seen, a young man with a bright silver gun on his back walked alone on the official road.

As he walked, Fahai said, "Donghai, didn't your ancestor come to Chang'an?

"I've been here!" Donghai squatted on Fahai's shoulder, "But, that was hundreds of thousands of years ago! At that time, Chang'an had beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the spiritual veins gathered, and it was the divine capital of the world, and now, after the Divine Dynasty, Tang Dynasty sealed the spiritual veins of Chang'an in order to promote Shinto, and now Chang'an has become a barren land where the spiritual veins are exhausted, and without the nourishment of the spiritual veins, it is also a very normal situation to become such a desert Gobi Desert!"

Fahai said, "I hope Chang'an City is not the ghost it is now." ”

Ao Donghai said, "Don't worry about this, Chang'an, as the old capital of the Tang Dynasty, still has some remnants of dragon veins, and with the support of dragon vein luck, those monks and feng shui masters can pray for rain, they must be smooth in wind and rain, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful!"

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind Fahey.

Fahai stopped and looked back, and two horses walked in front of him with high spirits, and the servants on the horses carried long knives at their waists, which were very majestic.

Behind the knight, there is a carriage, the carriage is a common double wheel simple type, the wind blows through the curtain of the carriage, Fahai smells the smell of pepper barbecue, for a while, Fahai only feels hungry, he has been away from Jinshan Temple for almost ten days, along the way, Fahai eats wind and eats soil, not to mention people, that is, there is not even a monster who beats the tooth sacrifice.

At this moment, the carriage came to a halt in front of Fahai, and two servants jumped out of the horse, looking at Fahai from the left and right.

At this time, the curtain of the carriage was pulled up, and an old Confucian sat upright in the carriage, the old Confucian crane had a childish face, he stroked his goatee in his right hand, and looked Fahai up and down, "Zhuangman, what do you call it?"

Fahai hugged his fists and said, "An Ming!"

"An Ming?" the old man nodded, "If the Ming is hidden in the obscurity, then he will be safe." An Ming, good name, where is the strong man going?"

Fahai smiled, "Chang'an, I don't know what the old gentleman is called?"

The old man smiled, "The old man has been in hiding from the world for a long time, and he has long forgotten his name and surname, you can just call me Zongheng!"

Fahai muttered, "Mr. Zongheng? Mr. Zongheng is also going to Chang'an?"

The old Confucian and Xu smiled and said, "Chang'an is the former capital of the Tang Dynasty, once upon a time, the master created Confucianism, set up a school palace, Confucianism is famous all over the world, and all the people in the world don't want to go to Chang'an to worship, and the old man only wants to see the master's heirs when he goes to Chang'an, and he is more powerful than my vertical and horizontal skills, or his Confucian skills!"

Fahai looked at the old man's magnificent rhetoric, and was very curious about what the identity of this person was, judging purely from the qi machine, he was just an ordinary person, ordinary to the point of being a mortal who was not considered in the qi training period.

The old man raised his hand and held the tea and smiled, "Please!"

Fahai smiled, "Good!"

In the carriage, Fahai sat cross-legged and sipping tea, while looking around the carriage, not to mention that the space in the carriage is really not small, not to mention that there are more than two square meters, there is a small table in the middle of the carriage, a mud teapot, the two of them drink a cup, Fahai looked at the wooden box behind the old Confucian, Fahai can clearly see with the five-eye technique, a large plate of geese, hidden in the bookcase.

At this time, the old man raised his hand and said, "Strong man, strong man?"

Fahai came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Is there something wrong with the old gentleman?"

Mr. Sun smiled and said, "I think the strong man is not a weak crown, but he wears a robe and a spear, so he thinks he is a practitioner?"

Fahai said with a smile, "Mr. Tuo Gao, An Ming has practiced martial arts for a few years, but his ability is weak, this time he entered Chang'an just to worship a capable master, learn a trick and a half, and by the way, he will make a big name in Chang'an." ”

Mr. Sun and Xu said with a smile, "There are countless strange people in Chang'an, and the strong man will definitely not fail this time." ”

"Hopefully!" Fahai looked at the wooden box behind the old man and tried to say, "Mr. Sun is full of poetry and books, I think there are a lot of books in the wooden box of this bookcase, can you let An take a look at these master's words? An can also learn some of the master's skills." ”

As he spoke, Fahai raised his hand to move the wooden box.

Seeing this, Mr. Sun hurriedly raised his hand to stop Fahai's hand, "The strong man is too polite, where are the books in this bookcase, but they are some old and decayed clothes, and they can't be seen, and they can't be seen!"

"Sir is too modest, a scholar like you, who is rich in learning and talented in literature, how can it be possible if he doesn't have a bookcase? ”

"An Zhuangshi, to be honest, there really isn't any master's book you want in this bookcase?"

"I don't believe it, unless the gentleman opens it and lets me see it!"

"This can't be opened!"

Fahai had to see it, but Mr. Sun just didn't let him, this time and again, Fahai's wrist was lucky, and Mr. Sun's body was slightly tilted, and he directly opened the wooden box door.

The wooden box door opened, and a large plate of roasted goose trays with oil and heat appeared in view.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the carriage was a little awkward.

Fahai reacted quickly, Lang Lang said with a smile, "I have heard people say that the Holy Words of the Master are like a roast goose feast for the scholars of the children, which makes the world's scholars salivate.

When Mr. Sun heard this, he laughed more ugly than crying, "What the strong man said is extremely true, since this is the case, then you and I can taste the words of this saint together?"

"Good!"

The roast goose was placed in front of the two, and Fahai raised his hand and smiled, "Sir, please!"

Mr. Sun said politely, "Strong man, please!"

Fahai raised his hand, "Then, I'll start!"

In the next moment, Fahai pointed at the left wing of the roast goose with one hand, only to see Fahai's two fingers flick in the air, and the next moment the whole roast goose trembled violently, faster, the roast meat around the roast goose fell one by one, and there was a roast goose skeleton left in the wooden tray in an instant.

Mr. looked at Fahai's godly boneless goose operation and laughed, "The strong man is very capable, but since we are enjoying the words of the saint, we should have some words." ”

Fahai said, "What kind of rhetoric?"

The old gentleman said, "This cooking Xiaoxian is like governing the country, why don't you talk about the way of governing the country with the strong man today!"

Fahai was stunned, governing the country, what is it!

Fahai said with a smile, "In the next coarse person, he will dance with a knife and a stick, where do you know how to govern the country?"

Hearing Fahai say that he wouldn't, the old gentleman suddenly became interested, "There is a way to say, the art of vertical and horizontal." The words of the wise depend on the Bo, the words of the Bo depend on the debate, the words of the debaters depend on the matter, the words of the noble depend on the situation, the words of the rich depend on the pride, the words of the poor depend on the profit, the words of the warriors depend on the humility, the words of the brave depend on the dare, and the words of the fool depend on the sharp. The villain seeks his life, the gentleman seeks the country, and the big husband seeks the world......"

Fahai listened very depressed, I am a monk, I will be Amitabha, you tell me a hammer theory of statecraft?

But the old gentleman was very happy, and even dipped his fingers in the wine and gestured on the table as he spoke, as if he had finally found a student who was willing to listen to the class, and the crazy teacher's desire was as if he had not attended a class for three hundred years......

Finally, Fahai couldn't help it, Fahai raised his hand and said, "Stop!"

The old gentleman said, "What's wrong with the strong man?"

Fahai raised his hand and said, "I think that what Mr. said is a small way to govern the country, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance, and the real way of governing the country is not like this." ”

The old gentleman said, "Then what do you think is the way to govern the country?"

Fahai said, "The way of governing the country, in the final analysis, is the way to govern people, the way to govern people is in the king, not in the art, the process of governing the country is the king's art of governing the country, so An Ming thinks that the way of governing the country is the king in the final analysis!"

The old gentleman said, "What is the royal road?"

Fahai Dao, "Seeing alone, listening alone, asserting alone, is the way of the king." ”

The old gentleman frowned and said, "A hundred battles a day, the ministers do not kill the monarch, the party does not have it, what should the king do?"

Fa Haidao, "Kill the rest of the party!"

The old gentleman's face was surprised, "In today's troubled times, the royal road is not prosperous, what is the explanation?"

Fahai Dao, "The way of troubled times, countering violence with violence, and if the royal road is not prosperous, then take the military road!"

The old gentleman sat up straight, raised his hands and saluted, "Dare to ask sir, the king has nothing to do, the law is everything, and now that the law has been practiced, what should the king do?"

Fahai sat up straight, and said in a straight tone, "The punishment does not avoid the minister, the reward is not spared, and the severity of the punishment establishes the authority of the royal road!"

Fahai looked at the old gentleman quietly, and silently ate the roast goose, and the goose meat was not delicious when it was cold.

Not long after the time passed, Fahai frowned, and soon a roar came from the window.

"Stop!

"Don't stand still, let go of the arrows!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

“......”

Hearing this, Fahai hugged his fists and said, "Mr. is here for a while, I'll go and go back." ”

After speaking, Fahai jumped out of the car.

In the carriage, the old gentleman sat on the cushion, his chapped lips trembled slightly, his original calm expression, at the moment pressed the table with one hand, and whispered softly, "The punishment does not avoid the minister, the reward is not spared, and the punishment is severe, and the authority of the royal road is established! Haha, the old man has understood the world for a lifetime, but he can't distinguish the three words of a weak-crowned boy!"

"What's going on? Is the old man old?"

"No, that's not right! It's that he's too genius, and he's not an old man who is incompetent! If it's Lao Zhuang and Huizi sitting here today, it's the same ending! Unless Mencius leaves the palace, otherwise, I'm afraid that he will be a Confucian in Chang'an several times, and no one will be able to beat him in the slightest bit in the art of fighting and arguing!"

The old gentleman thought in pieces, and then looked at the roast goose plate, and Mr. Zongheng's face was full of anger!

I only saw that in the roast goose plate, the meat had been eaten by Fahai cleanly!

That guy actually ate my roast goose while the old man was thinking about the world's big things!

The old man didn't eat for a day, he ate alone, and he was angry with the old man! When he arrived in Chang'an, he had to pay him a hundred roast geese! And the best kind of roast goose in Chang'an Tianxianglou!

PS: The results have come out, and the gap between the subscription and what I want is a bit big, but this is also reasonable, following the trend, there are few core things of their own, and it should be so, what next, cough cough, let's talk about the point!

In a word, it should be written, it should be added, I will not fool and perfunctory everyone, and I beg everyone not to give up on me.

Now that they have a reputation as a stitching monster, let's stitch the chapters well and be a horizontal stitching monster.