"This "Analects" is the foundation of my faction, and now it's been a month, and you still make mistakes and don't know what to do, it's really stupid......" Qin Muchuan sat in the middle of the grass stove, staring at Luo Bei who was scratching his head on the desk, his face was gloomy, and he said angrily.

Luo Bei was there, speechless, so he had to bow his head and remain silent.

Now, the old man has been gone for more than a month, and Luobei has officially started his road of learning arts, when he apprenticed, it was mainly to be able to learn martial arts from Qin Muchuan, but what he didn't expect was that the master did not teach martial arts, but first taught a "cultural class".

Qin Muchuan looked like a scribe dressed as a scribe, but he was extremely strict when he was serious, although he was not as physically punished as Luo Zhongqian, but his eyes were as cold as frost in Luo Bei's eyes than his father's ring ruler, so that Luo Bei didn't even dare to breathe in front of him.

Especially when the sternness in Qin Muchuan's eyes turned into disappointment, Luo Bei felt that his whole world had collapsed.

To say that Luo Zhongqian also taught these "cultural lessons", he also had some foundation, but even in front of Qin Muchuan, he was a little speechless, and although the number of words in the "Analects" is not much, the truth is still a little jerky and difficult to understand for a teenager, and it is difficult to understand the true meaning, so it is not easy to remember.

So a month has passed, even if I remember some, I will almost forget about it when I am nervous.

So sometimes he stammered in front of Qin Muchuan, and sometimes he couldn't even speak.

Seeing that Luo Bei didn't say a word, Qin Muchuan's face turned slightly, the silver hair on his forehead shook in front of his eyes, and he sighed in his heart, feeling tired, so he left Luo Bei here to reflect alone, and he himself had already brushed his sleeves away.

Luo Bei knelt and hated himself for being so clumsy, obviously because there were many things he didn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask the master, every time Qin Muchuan left disappointed, he felt a little more frustrated in his heart.

After such a long time, the young man in Luobei gradually understood that Qin Muchuan might not have any intention of accepting him as an apprentice, but he just couldn't refuse the old man's request.

So even if he didn't find out about it, he was not happy.

"If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being too stupid, how can you blame Master......"

I don't know how long I knelt down, the sunset outside had gradually set, the light in the grass house began to become more and more dim, and Luo Bei felt that his legs were slowly beginning to feel numb.

Then he looked up and saw the long scroll he had seen since he first walked in.

"Angry and angry...... Leaning on the railing...... Xiaoxiao rain break...... Look up at the ...... Raise your head to the sky and roar...... Fierce ...... Thirty Achievements and Fame...... Eight Thousand Miles of Clouds and Moon...... Don't wait...... White boy's head...... Empty and sad ......" handwriting is like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and the pen is strong and powerful.

He kept chanting: "Don't wait...... White boy's head...... Empty and sad ......"

Every time I read it, I always feel a pride at first, and I have ambitions, but I feel a sense of ambition that is difficult to reward, and even the master Qin Muchuan can't help but sigh every time I look at this calligraphy and painting, it is said that it was written by a friend Jiuxing, but because of the difficulty of calming down, I only wrote half of it.

Luo Bei didn't know who the "foolish brother Pengju" above was? I think since he was the master's "foolish brother", he must also be a powerful character!

After getting along for so long, he can naturally feel that Qin Muchuan can afford the old man's sentence "the master of martial arts", but he always makes the master angry, which shows that it is not someone else's problem, but his own.

Luo Bei's thoughts didn't notice it in the tossing and turning, but the sky outside was already dark.

These days, in addition to studying in the grass house, they are following Zhuo Xiaocicada to collect herbs and plant some flowers and plants in the mountains before and after, and the two of them are less careful, so they are gradually familiar with a lot.

At this time, Zhuo Xiaochan walked in from outside the door with lotus steps, and she saw that Luo Bei was still kneeling at the desk staring at the calligraphy and painting, so she pursed her lips and smiled softly, and then lit a lamp on the desk.

The room was bright again, and when Luo Bei saw Zhuo Xiaochan standing in front of him, he was slightly stunned, and then smiled a little embarrassed.

I don't know how many such scenes have been there these days, he can't find a little confidence in front of the unsmiling master, this strange environment has finally returned to strangeness, if it weren't for Zhuo Xiaochan, he might not be able to live on the mountain for a long time.

People are often in the face of difficulties, the easiest thing to think of is to escape, Luo Bei did not escape, because he really doesn't know where else he can escape, if he escapes home like this now, then how should he live his life in the future?

So I had to endure it until I opened my mind and went home after I had learned......

But how long are those days......

Maybe no one knows......

To be honest, now it seems that although there is a strict father in the family, compared with the outside, it is better at home, after all, there is still a loving mother there.

Zhuo Xiaochan looked at Luo Bei's pitiful appearance, she didn't know what he was thinking, but the sad look on her face was undoubtedly revealed.

She had a smile in her eyes, just as she had smiled back at the beautiful sunset when she first saw her, like a spring breeze.

"What's the matter? His legs are numb, right? He's really a good person, and he blames you for not teaching well, and punishes you!"

Luo Bei was in a trance when she heard this, although her tone was very light when she said this, she was obviously saying that the master was not, and the implication was that she didn't learn well because the master didn't teach her well.

Luo Bei lowered his head a little ashamedly, looked away, and didn't dare to look at Zhuo Xiaochan's bright gaze, and said softly: "Sister Xiaochan, this is ...... How can I blame Master, Master's skills are all because I am too stupid to learn anything!"

Zhuo Xiaochan looked at his appearance, and couldn't help laughing, and when she walked closer to him, Luo Bei could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from her.

"It's not false to say that he has all his skills, but you don't know, they have several senior brothers, and their martial arts are naturally not weak, but when it comes to the ability of teaching apprentices, they are not as powerful as Xiao Shigu alone...... Rotten Confucian, that's what the little aunt said about their ......"

Luo Bei raised his head suddenly, a little incredible, he didn't know what kind of character the "little aunt" in Zhuo Xiaochan's mouth was, and he could talk about his master like this, wasn't the master angry?

Luo Bei probably knew one thing from Zhuo Xiaochan's mouth, that is, this "little aunt" must be a rare powerful person in the world, and what kind of fairy-like character should a person who can't be matched by a few masters and brothers?

Zhuo Xiaochan bent down and rubbed Luo Bei's head, Luo Bei raised his head, when he saw Zhuo Xiaochan in front of him, her soft cheeks, long eyelashes fanning up and down, eyes bright and clear, so he was speechless again.

Luobei has never heard anyone say that Master Qin Muchuan is a master of what sect and what school, but he believes in the old man's words, and then learned from Zhuo Xiaochan that it must be a place that belongs to the top in the world.

Zhuo Xiaochan naturally didn't know what he was thinking, but began to clean up the pen and ink on the desk, and then turned around and took out the newly made snacks from the basket he brought and put them on the table, while saying: "You don't know, although there are many sects on the rivers and lakes today, it can be said that they are generally just inheriting several cultivation methods, and according to the different methods, they can be roughly divided into Zen Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, your master......"

She didn't mention Qin Muchuan's name, nor did she call him anything, and Luo Bei never asked what kind of relationship they had, but when she talked about someone, he knew who he was talking about.

"He belongs to Confucianism, and the martial arts of Confucianism are not like Zen Buddhism, which emphasizes asceticism and Zen theory, and Taoism pays attention to understanding...... The most basic method of Confucian practice is these classics that have been passed down through the ages......"

Zhuo Xiaochan said slowly, when it comes to these things in the rivers and lakes, she has always been like a treasure, and in Luo Bei's eyes, she has always been so knowledgeable and talented.

Hearing her say this, Luo Bei realized that it was not that the master did not teach him martial arts, but that he needed to be based on the profound truths contained in these classics.

Seeing Luo Bei's serious appearance, Zhuo Xiaochan couldn't help laughing as she spoke, but she didn't make fun of him as before, but continued to talk.

"Therefore, if you want to say that some people have cultivated profoundly, but when it is their turn to teach others, they will not know how to do it, so let's say this Analects, or some other classic, only by understanding the truth in it can we truly remember it, and only then can we apply what we have learned, otherwise even if we memorize it, it is easy to fail to pick it up, and it is easier to make mistakes, and where will it be helpful for future cultivation?"

As she spoke, her eyes glanced out of the window, only to see the figure outside the window slowly leaving at this time, he knew that Qin Muchuan was not just as serious and cold as he seemed on the surface, when she found him in Qixia Mountain, his back was exactly the same as at this moment, lonely and full of desolation, and it seemed that there had been no change at all in the past few years.

After she saw the desolate back, although the words in her mouth had not stopped, her heart seemed to have stagnated for a moment.

Unlike Luo Bei, she had seen the way he looked when he held the "Wind Scar" back then;

I have seen his slender fingers caressing the strings, and he often chokes up before he stops a tune;

At that time, she was still very young, but even after so many years, in her eyes, she still can't forget what he looked like at that time......

Some things are such a coincidence, and it is a coincidence that she sees him and sees her heart from her eyes......

However, he still changed himself for someone, from the object of admiration in the eyes of thousands of women to today's precocious hair, haggard from head to toe.

Therefore, she should be full of hatred for the person who changed him, but she really didn't know where to hate......

Because that person also has a lot to do with her.

Zhuo Xiaochan's eyes suddenly dimmed, Luo Bei could naturally feel it, but he didn't know that it all came from a sad story, and this story had just begun, and it was far from over.

Until the figure outside the window gradually disappeared, Zhuo Xiaochan retracted her gaze, opened a yellowed book, and continued: "The Analects was originally an article written down by the Confucian sage Confucius and his disciples during the lecture, that is, most of them were mainly questions and answers. ”’”。

The meaning is that Confucius said to his disciple Zigong, "Do you think that I have learned a lot to memorize them one by one?" Zigong replied, "Isn't that so?" Confucius said, "No, I have used the most fundamental thing to carry them together." ””

"Little Aunt said before that most of the people in Confucianism are a group of rotten Confucians, reading etiquette poems all day long, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, without any practicality, and only this sentence 'consistent' has some truth, and it is the most basic and important method for all martial arts cultivation in Confucianism!"

After Luobei worshipped Qin Muchuan as his teacher, Qin Muchuan first taught him these Confucian classics, and the saint who had a high status even in later generations turned into a group of rotten Confucians in the mouths of Zhuo Xiaochan and her little sister-in-law, which couldn't help but make Luobei feel shocked.

......

After Zhuo Xiaochan walked in, Qin Muchuan stood outside the grass house for a long time.

Hearing the occasional conversation between the two people inside, Qin Muchuan's serious expression softened a little.

If it weren't for the old man, he probably never thought he would take in an apprentice.

Therefore, it is really difficult to explain the fate and dispersion in this world.

It was getting late, and the moonlight was pouring down like water.

Looking up, a half-curved moon hung in the middle of the silver and the galaxy, and in the distance, the mountains were continuous, silent and silent.

The wind on the mountain is sometimes fast, sometimes slow and quiet.

The wordless monument outside the grass house looked like an inconspicuous small mound in the silent mountain scenery.

However, whenever he looked at this inconspicuous little mound, it was as if a person appeared in front of him, and no matter what, he could not get rid of it.

There are too many questions, after all, they can only stay in the heart, as for the answer, it is probably like the moon hanging in the sky, far away is really unpredictable.

Qin Muchuan slowly walked away from the grass house, and then stopped in front of the grave, he squatted in front of the wordless monument, and carefully cut off every weed with his slender and pale fingers.

"Su Xin, you probably didn't expect it, your daughter has grown so big......"

"Her looks, everything she says and does looks like you...... It's a pity...... I couldn't save you back then, and she lost her mother because of that......"

The past is like the wind, blowing the yellow leaves scattered in the forest, and then gently falling again, and finally returning to dust.

When the dust rises high, it becomes a lonely mound, and I don't know how many heroes and confidants have been buried......

It's like a door, open to a pair of eyes, closed is a tomb, and with it, there is a heart door.

......