The top of the book mountain where Xu Changsheng used to stand was already covered with snow.

There is still only the little Wensheng old man wearing that thin autumn shirt, in the vast snow, warming his hands with white air. But I still didn't forget to read those "sage books" to warm my body, and when I met my heart, I couldn't stop swallowing my saliva, until I read it many times, and I was able to recite those few witty words backwards, and then I was reluctant to turn the page.

Books are turned over, and there will be no end to them.

After turning over the good book, Xiao Wensheng silently closed it, closed his eyes, learned the sword and cultivated the sword, and cut off the little memory he had just harvested from beginning to end, then lowered his head and exclaimed, "Ah, it's a good book that I haven't seen before." ”

I just wanted to turn it over, but I heard the sound of the walking stick knocking on the mountain gate.

Xiao Wen Sheng felt it for a moment, and frowned, this old guy didn't eat and wait for death in that school palace, how did he come to him.

But everyone is at the door, so why can't you pretend not to be at home......

Xiao Wensheng's eyes lit up.

Just want to move.

An old man in a green shirt with a young man with a bundle of hair arrived at the top of the mountain.

White-headed see white-headed.

Xiao Wensheng glared at him angrily, but he didn't say anything, and honestly went into the house to bring two bowls of tea.

The old man who came to the door took the tea with a smile and quipped, "When did Xiao Wensheng be so knowledgeable and know how to serve tea." ”

"Love to drink or not!"

Xiao Wensheng also handed a cup of tea to the young man who was wide-eyed all the time, but turned his head and scolded in a low voice at the world-famous school palace sacrificial wine.

After scolding, he looked at the almost tall boy, touched the back of his head with a smile, and said: "Yes, he is a good seedling for reading, but he still has to read well, but don't learn from your husband, he is a lot older, and he went to watch other girls take a bath." ”

If you want to talk about this, it is also a mountain secret that few people know.

At that time, this Tang Xianyuan was not the sacrificial wine of the school palace, but it was not far away. Xiao Wensheng is also still in the school palace, drinking and reading books all day long, chanting poems against each other, and has not yet done that great rebellion.

On that day, Tang Xianyuan took a few students to study in the Nanming Dynasty, and he didn't go far, just in the city near the Naxue Palace.

At that time, there was a student who was tricky, and he raised the question of how to survive between Buddhism and Confucianism. Not to mention that he, a gentleman who is not yet a scholar of the palace sacrificial wine, is difficult to understand, even the saints of the three religions have been exploring this problem.

So Tang Xianyuan said, Mr. Rong thinks about it, but this thought is all the way, and he even forgets where he goes.

Finally, a sharp-eyed student pointed to the small lake not far in front of him, saying that someone was taking a bath there, and woke up his husband.

It's okay not to wake up, but Tang Xianyuan, who woke up, was shocked, and with a wave of his hand, he moved several disciples three thousand miles out of thin air, so that he couldn't fall, and just fell in front of the Xiaowen Sage Mencius at that time.

Mencius asked them what was the matter, and one of the students wanted to say it, but he was immediately pulled into his own small world by Tang Xianyuan, saying that it was okay.

But how can this little problem be difficult to stop Xiao Wensheng, and he casually read a sentence of the sage's words, and then saw it clearly. Then he went to Tang Xianyuan that night, and asked him seriously how to deal with this matter, and if he didn't have an explanation, he would go to the school palace to sue him.

It was a trivial matter that was dispensable, but at that time, Tang Xianyuan was panicked, but he was suppressed by him and forced to make several "wishes".

After reacting afterwards, I regretted it.

......

The words are over.

The old man in the green shirt, who was still smiling, instantly changed color, stretched out his hand and pulled the little Wensheng into his own small world, pointed at his nose and scolded: "What does Meng Laogou want to do! I haven't said that you still dare to mention this matter when you read the filthy books when the saint was teaching." ”

Not to be outdone, Mencius stood on tiptoe, blew his beard and glared: "You are disrespectful to the old!"

"You too!"

“......”

Tang Xianyuan reacted, snorted, and continued to scold: "You old Meng dog, where have you read the sage books, and you can read the unsightly books every day." ”

"It's better than you!"

"You!"

"What's wrong with me, when did you win me in a quarrel?" Xiao Wensheng said with his head held high.

Tang Xianyuan took a few deep breaths, stroked his beard, and said casually: "I haven't seen each other for a long time, why bother." ”

Mencius understood and coughed, "What Mr. Tang said is very true. ”

Scattered in the small world, seeing his own students who were still stunned, Tang Xianyuan untied the long river of time here, but he still felt not at ease, and took him back for a while in the long river of years.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he said to Mencius: "Brother Meng, it's been a long time!"

Mencius was moved, and he also said, "I've seen Brother Tang." ”

The first time I met when I was young, I have been with each other for hundreds of years, and I have been separated for thousands of years, and the goodbye is already two white heads, and the friendship between them can be deep and deep.

Earlier, when Mencius was still taboo in the palace, he couldn't mention it, but later it was better, as long as he didn't talk about it in front of people, there was no problem.

So every month on the full night, Tang Xianyuan would set up wine alone, drink alone, and finally leave alone.

The most recited sentence is, "It would be nice if Brother Meng was here." ”

In fact, it seems that this is exactly the case, during the years when Mencius was in the school palace, the school palace seemed to have never been less talkative, less than banquets, and less scolding between scholars.

In those years, the Jixia School Palace was really lively.

But since he left, whether it was a good friend with him or a resentful one, I really felt that I was not used to it. Among them, Tang Xianyuan felt the most.

Because no one put drinks in his house after he finished his class, just to say to him, "Mr. Tang has worked hard to teach." Then listen to him talk about how he felt about today's lecture, which student was serious, which student was naughty, what questions were asked, and what they answered.

No matter how big or small, Mencius asked one by one, and Tang Xianyuan answered one by one.

is also because in that school palace, Mencius is the only gentleman who cannot teach.

A Confucian gentleman can't teach, or what?

Maybe that's one of the reasons he ended up making a big fuss, someone asked, but he never said it.

As for the young man, his eyes widened vigorously, looking at this "little Wensheng" who has been legendary for a long, long time, and there are many, many legends.

But after looking at it for a long time, it's just like that, a rickety old man, not as tall as himself.

It's not what I imagined at all, tall and high-spirited, and it will be a family of its own when I go to that station.

Looking at his husband again, the boy seemed to think of something, and in his impression, it seemed that it was the only time that he was sad.

That time, Mr. took himself on a study tour in the Nanming Dynasty, passing by a academy, and heard a few children arguing there from a distance.

One of them pointed to the child opposite and said loudly: "You don't pay attention to etiquette, you are not as good as that Meng Hongfu!"

Who is Meng Hongfu?

Hongfu is the character of Mencius.

The boy remembered that time, and the gentleman was really sad. Because after hearing those words, the gentleman took himself to the top of a mountain, looked at the city below, and stood alone for a long time, without speaking.

When he finally went down the mountain, he looked down the mountain and said seriously, "Hongfu is the most polite." ”

Before Mencius smashed the three sages with a sword, he was indeed the most polite person in the palace. It seems to be a profligate, but what he has done, he has never violated the etiquette.

But maybe it's because he's never broken the law of etiquette that he did something like that.

No one knows why, he is good on weekdays, why he suddenly came back from outside, one person and one sword, smashed the three saints in the Temple of Literature, including his own husband, Wen Shengyu Rushan.

The last three saints gathered at the Palace of Scholars and brought it into the Temple of Literature.

No one knew what the four of them were discussing there, but the end result was that the others had read books on this mountain of books for thousands of years.

The boy was sent to the hut to read.

Two old friends who reunited after a long absence, gathered at the top of this book mountain, Mencius tacitly released the small world, and Tang Xianyuan tacitly took out two pots of wine.

In the end, the two sat on the edge of the cliff as if they had met for the first time, with their feet hanging in the air, as if they were young.

There wasn't much alcohol, but both of them were drunk.

"Brother Meng, have you figured it out?"

Mencius shook his head and said, "Brother Tang, don't ask, I have a score in my heart about this." ”

Tang Xianyuan was furious: "You have a spectrum, you have a spectrum! How many years have you been building a mountain here, you look at how high this mountain is, you are not here? Do you know what their gang said about you after you left?"

As soon as he said this, Mencius was also furious, "What did I tell you when I left, telling you to leave it alone, that sage is what you can scold?!

The two old men who scolded each other for a while seemed to be relieved a lot, but they also seemed to be a lot late, and there was no drink, so the two of them just looked at the clouds under the mountain.

"By the way, Brother Meng, I saw a young man on the way here, as if you had seen him. ”

Mencius smiled, "Yes, he is a very interesting little guy who has lived with me for a few days. ”

"What do you say?" Tang Xianyuan was a little puzzled.

Mencius laughed and said, "Like me." ”

Like you? Tang Xianyuan was still a little puzzled.

There are too many differences in my old friend, but these differences are all in one person, and I don't know what he says is like him or what he is like him......

Or rather, it's like both.

......

Eight floors of the Prison Star Tower.

The boy didn't move, he didn't pretend, this time he really couldn't move. At first, the seven layers were still 100 times the gravity, but now according to the teenager's estimate, there is at least 500 times the gravity.

It seems like that's really all it takes.

Just when the young man was thinking about whether to get here, the old man said with a smile: "Quench the body, use the power of these eight layers of stars to quench the body, and you can get up." ”

In fact, I still thought that I could go up to the ninth floor, but I didn't expect that I would only reach the eighth floor, but feeling the power of the stars that was thicker than the first layer, I don't know how many times, the young man let go of the body protection fist.

Suddenly, the tower body shook, and even the power of the stars of the seven layers was pulled up.

Outside the tower, Sikong Tan couldn't help but get up and looked back, his eyes were full of shock.

Hong Nanlan couldn't help but be overjoyed, could it be that Xu Changsheng went up to the ninth floor?