"Outside the post by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. ”

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous. Scattered into mud. ”

In the vast snow, Yun Yizi was wearing a thin green coat, standing on a hill, holding a book of poems in his hand, and singing in a low voice. The voice is crisp and long, but it seems very lonely.

Suddenly, there was a literary spirit rising to the sky, and the sky was full of wind and snow, and it suddenly stopped!

The shadow of the temple is hidden in the sky, and the door plaque of the temple is printed with two simple vicissitudes, as if the connotation of the spring and autumn official book is big.

【Temple of Literature】

Legend has it that in ancient times, if a great Confucian was born, the virtual shadow of the Confucian Confucian Temple appeared, and three thousand Confucian students sang loudly to praise the new Confucian!

Yun Yizi looked up at the virtual shadow of the Confucian Temple on the canopy, quietly listening to the chant of the three thousand Confucian students, and the sensitive parts of his eyes shed dynamic tears.

My own idea is right, the predecessors of the traverser are honest and do not deceive me, and when I cross into this kind of immortal world, as long as I recite the ancient poems of 5,000 years of China aloud to heaven and earth, I can be literate, causing the Temple of Literature to respond.

Great, my biggest dream in my last life can come true today.

Yun Yizi, the word Yuliang, the number Yixian gentleman!

He has already thought about these, just wait for the Temple of Literature to open and introduce his literary spirit into the Temple of Literature, and then he will be able to enter Confucianism and become a real Confucian gentleman!

Boom –

The gate of the Temple of Literature is slowly opening, and the Confucian sound of heaven and earth echoes.

A big golden hand suddenly condensed between heaven and earth!

In an instant, he slapped towards the phantom of the Confucian Confucian Temple.

Boom Boom –

The phantom of the Temple of Literature shattered in response, and the literary aura that rose to the sky was obviously stunned for a moment, and then it took a detour back and went straight to Yun Yizi's eyebrows.

At the same time, it seems that Yun Yizi was also questioned.

[Are you kidding me?]

The corners of Yun Yizi's eyes twitched, and he was stupidly stunned on the spot.

"Huh, Yuliang, just take a nap as a teacher, why are you so many moths, you scared me to death. ”

A middle-aged uncle with gray temples appeared beside Yun Yizi, dressed in a white robe and with a navy blue wine gourd hanging from his waist.

This is Yun Yizi's master, Yun Guizi.

"Master, my dream was shattered by your slap!"

Yun Yizi wanted to scold his mother, but he was born with the mark of a Confucian gentleman, and he was bound by it, and he couldn't swear or even lie.

Yun Guizi took off the wine gourd, poured a few sips, and patted Yun Yizi on the shoulder: "Yuliang, being a teacher is a traitor to Confucianism, if you enter Confucianism, you will be cold as a teacher." ”

Yun Yizi was silent for a while, and asked tentatively: "Then how about I recite the Tao Te Ching and enter the Taoist?"

Yun Guizi shook his head and said: "No, no, there are nine Taoist Dao Venerables, I offended eight, and one was pressed to death by me, you will be beaten by the group if you go in." ”

"That'...... I shave my head and recite the Diamond Sutra?"

Yun Guizi shook his head: "I always like to use the Buddha Gate to do things for the teacher, and the hand just now is the Buddha Sect Spell, if you enter the Buddha Gate, the bald donkeys will first peel your skin and cramp, and then stuff your soul into the body of the dragon, so that you can only be an ornamental dragon for the rest of your life." ”

Yun Yizi sat on the ground and cried: "It's too difficult for me, I just want to cultivate an immortal, Master, why are you enemies everywhere!"

Yun Guizi also sat down and chattered: "You stupid apprentice, what's so good about cultivating immortals, isn't it good to live in seclusion here with a teacher? The immortals you know don't exist in this world at all.

"The top level of Confucianism has long been decayed, and for the sake of Confucian inheritance, they have done everything; Taoists call themselves Xuanmen authentic, but for thousands of years, they have been relying on their strength and plundering luck everywhere; not to mention the group of bald donkeys in Buddhism, if you don't listen to me, I will send you to the West Heaven; this kind of immortal, what else do you cultivate?"

Yun Yizi was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Since there are no immortals in the world, then I will cultivate the first immortal in the world! Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!"

For a while, the gentleman's mark at the center of his eyebrows resurfaced, probing his brain, ready to move.

Smack-

Yun Guizi slapped it back, and scolded: "It's hard again, isn't it? Believe it or not, I sealed your gadget?"

Yun Yizi immediately withered, and said with a sad face: "But Master, I am already eighteen years old this year......

"Why are you eighteen? Do you want Master to find you a mother-in-law?"

Yun Guizi scolded, and after thinking about it, his apprentice has indeed reached the age when it is time to marry a wife, should he be taken captive and invite a few girls to come back on a blind date?

No, no, the woman under the mountain is a tiger, and the stupid Yuliang is so upright, she won't be silent when she is eaten raw.

"Good apprentice, isn't it good to cultivate the sword obediently with the teacher? Look at you, the sword heart is clear, and it looks like a sword embryo at a glance!" Yun Guizi persuaded.

Yun Yizi rolled his eyes: "Master, my memory is not bad, the sword heart is clearly stuffed by yourself." ”

"Ahem......"

Yun Guizi poured a sip of wine to relieve the embarrassment, thought about it, and said: "Isn't it good to be a sword cultivator? Confucian disciples can play with swords, and if you round off, you will be half a Confucian disciple!"

"You don't round it up like that!"

"That's it. ”

Yun Guizi stood up, tied the wine gourd, put his hands behind his back, looked at the snowfall in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "So far, I won't hide it from you, do you know why I offended so many people?"

Yun Yizi thought for a moment and asked rhetorically: "Isn't it because you call yourself Yun Dazui, and anyone's black history can shake out?"

Yun Gui's face froze, snapped his fingers, and sealed Yun Yizi's mouth.

"It's because Weishi used to be an observer of the history of the Heavenly Dao, responsible for recording history, and along the way, composing the chronicles of the heavens and all worlds, there were some small twists and turns in the middle, and I don't know how to offend them. ”

Yun Yizi understood, this bastard has recorded all the black history of other people in the history of the Heavenly Dao, no wonder others want to fight with him.

"We observers of the history of the Heavenly Dao pay attention to fairness and justice, absolute neutrality, and never take sides of any side. Confucianism regarded me as a traitor, Taoism hated me to the bone, and Buddhism wanted to eat me raw, but I just smiled indifferently at this. ”

Then write all the other party's black history into the small book of Heavenly Dao, I understand. Yun Yizi nodded approvingly.

Yun Guizi's painting style changed: "Since you don't want to enter the sword cultivation, then the teacher has to pass on the great profession of Heavenly Dao Historical Observer to you, I hope you can have a long way to go, remember, the greater the ability, the less you rely on coughing, the greater the responsibility." ”

Smack-

Yun Guizi lifted the seal of Yun Yizi's mouth.

"What is a historical observer?" Yun Yizi asked.

Yun Guizi said concisely: "It's very simple, be the eye of the Heavenly Dao!"

After speaking, Yun Guizi stretched out two fingers and thrust them into Yun Yizi's eyes with lightning speed!

"Ahh

The terrible screams continued to echo in the valley and spread far and wide.

"As a beginner observer of history, you must learn to see the world with your eyes, so I have temporarily sealed your eyes as a teacher, hoping that you can understand the good intentions of being a teacher. ”

Yun Guizi looked at Yun Yizi's bleeding eyes and said with a smile.