The young man with the sword on his back paused halfway through speaking, this time he put away his hippie smiling face in the past, looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and then slowly spoke, "In the past, in the territory of this Combing Dynasty, there was a woman in the mountains who turned into a fox demon and met a poor scholar.

Maybe the scholar was passing through here and was preparing to go to Beijing to catch the exam, or maybe he returned from a study tour the day before yesterday, bringing his somewhat worn oil-paper umbrella, and when he entered the temple, he was already a chicken in soup.

That night, the rain continued to pour down, and the bonfires lit up, illuminating the dilapidated little temple.

The woman also saw his appearance, not to say that she was suave, but just smiled stupidly at the woman, but there was a bit of a scholar's reserve.

The soaked clothes wrapped around his little bookcase, but he insisted that the gentleman should not take off the rest of his clothes. Then ask the woman if she can sit by the fire so that she can dry.

After speaking, he seemed to be afraid that the woman would misunderstand, and he knew that men and women could not kiss each other, so he couldn't say a reason why he turned red after a long time, and the woman saw him like this, so she covered her mouth and smiled.

When the scholar heard this, he was overjoyed, so he rested here.

He didn't seem to have slept much that night, first drying the books in the bamboo box, and then his drenched clothes. He may still have a little cold, but even if he gradually fell asleep, he still held the freshly dried Confucian sage books tightly in his hands, and his mouth was still nagging about those Confucian scriptures.

I don't know if he saw the woman's appearance, whether he was also a little curious about the woman, no one knew about it, and the woman who turned into the fox fairy only knew that she had never seen such a "stupid" and cute person.

Although the woman has not set foot in the world in the mountains for a long time, she has also heard that there are many Confucian scholars in this world, and more importantly, in the dynasties under the mountain, there seem to be scholars everywhere to govern the temples, so she is also the most curious about why the powerless scholars can become the "pillars" of every dynasty.

It is also the fate of life to meet, maybe everything has long been destined, his several study trips, are in the rainy season, a few small temples carefully designed by women, so that the scholar also believes more and more that it is the fate between the two of them.

Later, the woman knew that the scholar's surname was Chu, and she liked to watch him wear the washed white cyan Confucian shirt, carrying a small bookcase to travel around and study.

She also knew that he, who had been studying for many years, would definitely be able to become a protégé of Confucianism, and with his knowledge, he would definitely be admitted to the academy.

And the scholar once made up his mind in front of the woman that he must become a wise man and a gentleman in this life, so as to seek peace for the common people.

Yes, this is Mr. Chu, who is liked by the woman, a weak scholar who has great ambitions in his chest and wants to dedicate himself to this world.

The woman still remembered that day, the peach blossoms bloomed just right, and he copied a portrait of himself, whether it was the eyes or a glance and a smile, it was very much like himself, and the woman was full of joy but also a little lost when she saw it.

Just because the scholar is leaving, this time is different, he is really going to study in the academy, this farewell, the two don't know when they will be able to meet, but the woman is so happy to see the scholar, and she is happy for her sweetheart.

When the scholar walked to the bottom of the mountain, he turned around and shouted at the bottom of the mountain, when he returned from school, he would definitely be the title of a gentleman and a sage, and he could marry a woman justifiably, so that everyone in the world would know about it, and also give the woman a dignified name.

It was also the day he went to study at the academy that the woman sewed a wedding dress for herself and waited for her husband to return

Yes, he promised to marry a woman, to marry her, who was a mountain god and fox demon at the time!

So the woman waited and waited, day after day, year after year, every weak scholar who passed by the small temple like him would not withstand the wind and rain, and there would be a bonfire in the small temple lit, and he would spend the night with peace of mind.

As time passed, the woman missed more and more, looking into the distance on the mountain, thinking, the peach blossoms on this mountain bloomed and thanked, thanked and opened, can my Langjun become a gentleman? Or will he soon become the wise man and come back to marry me?

The woman remembered the day when the peach blossoms bloomed like a scholar that year, and mistakenly thought that he would come back that day.

That day, she met a scholar passing by here, so she asked curiously, have you ever heard of Mr. Chu from the Confucian Academy.

Also on that day, they talked about the scholar who had already become a gentleman, and they admired him happily, and even more envied him that he was now a high-ranking official in the court of the sea, and he also married the eldest daughter of the prime minister of the court.

Hearing this, the woman's face turned pale, and countless sorrows rose in her heart, yes, you married a wife! Yes, you married the prime minister's eldest daughter, yes, you married the eldest daughter of the prime minister!

She didn't know how many tears she shed that day, and she didn't know how she put on the wedding dress, a drop of blood-red tears slipped through the corners of her eyes, and every drop blended into the wedding dress.

The woman is dressed in a wedding dress and looks at her face in the mirror, no matter how beautiful it is, what is the use, useless, useless......

Yes, you who once aspired to be a gentleman and a sage, said that you would marry me when you came back, but now you are already a gentleman, why don't you come back, I have already put on the wedding dress I sewed by myself, yes, you married the prime minister's eldest daughter, how could you marry me as a mountain god and fox demon.

That night when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, the woman put a red hijab on herself, sat at the head of the bed, and waited for the scholar to lift it.

I'm your Mrs. Chu, but now I'm afraid I'm just a passerby you have forgotten in the long river of time, right?

After that night, there was no longer a fox demon mountain god in the small temple, only a wedding girl ghost Mrs. Chu. Someone once told me that this is the world of Confucian scholars, but I didn't expect that Confucian scholars are all negative people!!

Since then, the small temple in the mountains has long been turned into a mansion with a plaque of "Xiushui Gaofeng" hanging in front of the mansion, with nearly a thousand red lanterns in the house, there are ladies who are learning to be popular, there are nurses who are training martial arts, and there are gardeners who are constantly taking care of the courtyard behind the mansion full of gorgeous flowers day and night.

There were once scholars carrying small bamboo boxes passing by, and they would be politely invited into the mansion by the woman to rest.

Every scholar who saw her in red clothes and a peerless face, the woman would tell them that she was Mrs. Chu, who had been alone for a long time.

And it seems that every scholar will speak sweetly in the woman's ear, saying those tender and sweet love words, promising lofty ambitions, and saying that he will definitely come back to marry her after gaining fame in the future.

Yes, like the scholar, carrying a small bookcase, promising to come back and marry a woman.

But in the end, the corpses of each scholar were "planted" by the woman in her back yard, hoping that they would bloom bright flowers, and the fragrance of the flowers accompanied them for a long time could not be dissipated, and it was as happy as the sweet words they had spoken. ”

Speaking of this, Jia Yibing saw that the young man who was also sitting cross-legged next to him was fascinated by what he was listening to, so he spoke again, "That fox demon woman used to like reading people the most, but she also hated the negative reading man the most!"

Whenever she looked up in front of the bronze mirror late at night and raised her head, there would always be blood and tears flowing from her eyes, just like when she heard the news that the scholar had never returned.

The world's first-class infatuation, hasn't it always been let down?

Full of anticipation and immersion in it, who would have thought of it, she knew that there was no one in the world who read and was not a negative person.

In front of the mirror, her face was covered with blood, and she always wanted to lose the oil-paper umbrella that she used as a token of love with the scholar in the past.

But in the end, she would always cover her face with her hands, and let the umbrella be placed there like this, and in the mansion deep in the lonely mountain, there would always be a bitterly suppressed whimper slipping through her fingers.

"Lang Jun, I don't blame you for the concubine, come back...... Even if you come back and take a look, it's good to have a look......"

Until one day, when the peach blossoms were still in full bloom that day, someone told her that the story about a scholar was the story of Chu Lang in her heart.

Listening to the story, she has been fiddling with her wedding dress, laying it out for a while, wrinkling it for a while, cautiously, and her eyes can't help but tear until it falls, but this time it is not blood and tears, but it is like a knife in the heart that blood and tears are coming.

It was also that day that the woman learned that the scholar had been waiting, waiting to come back to marry her, and had never forgotten the agreement between the two, and had never failed her.

There was once a poor scholar surnamed Chu, because he was a scholar from a poor land, what if he was admitted to the huge academy, no matter how talented he was, he was surrounded by the cold eyes of other classmates in the academy everywhere, and was excluded and suppressed for a long time.

The scholar who once aspired to be a gentleman and a sage, and he was once determined to cultivate himself and rule the country and the world, but he finally became a complete madman.

is such a down-and-out scholar who has become a madman, and those fellow students in the academy even deliberately found a woman with the same appearance on the picture scroll as he carried to take care of him, so that the scholar mistakenly thought that it was his beloved who took care of him from beginning to end, and he was accompanied by fantasies in his heart all day long.

It wasn't until a few years later, when the scholar finally learned the truth of the matter, that the scholar who had promised to become a gentleman and a sage committed suicide by throwing himself into the lake in grief and indignation on that day.

And also on that day, there was a female ghost in the wedding dress in the Sohai Dynasty, who went to the Confucian Academy alone, for the scholar, for his own Langjun, to talk about the reason with this huge world, and talk about what the Confucian people said was "reason", with the posture of a ghost, and then as a mortal wife, at the cost of being irradiated in broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun irradiated the soul and scattered, step by step to the Confucian Academy, it is said that by the time of the academy, the soul has already been crumbling, but she relied on the obsession in her heart, and she simply carried it down......"

At this point in the story, the young man with the sword on his back seemed to say to Yao Zhenyi, who was listening on the side, and seemed to say to himself, only to see him sigh lightly, "Although the story of the girl in the wedding dress is embarrassing after all, but the right and wrong in this world, first and last, what is the smooth, what is the order? You say that human nature is evil, he said that human nature is inherently good, is that to use this good to make up for evil, or to use that evil to lead good? So who is this suffering and suffering in the world to talk to?"

After Jia Yibing finished telling this story, the boy fell into deep thought.

Yes, is this right or wrong, can it really be generalized? Is there an absolute difference between good and evil?

Yao Zhenyi came back to his senses and nodded at Jia Yibing, and then asked softly, "Brother Jia, so is this the reason why you want to let go of those two lonely souls and wild ghosts in the temple?"

The young man with the sword on his back smiled, and returned to his previous hippie smiling face, "The child can be taught, but the main thing is that I am lazy, this kind of thankless work, I can't do it......"

Hearing this, Yao Zhenyi rolled his eyes, Brother Jia still looked serious, at this moment, yes, it was back to the original state.

If it weren't for the fact that the young man with the sword knew that although he was not serious on weekdays, he was still reliable, I am afraid that he would really think that he was making up a story to fool himself at this time.

It's just that Yao Zhenyi still whispered to Jia Yibing, "Brother Jia, thank you." ”

What he is thankful for is that he told himself this story, and at the same time told himself that there is no such thing as "absolute" in this world.

The young man with the sword raised his eyebrows, and then said with a smile, "Yao Zhenyi, if you really want to thank you, when the time comes, please ask Brother Jia to drink some good wine and eat some good food, and then go to the fence to play..."

“......”

Just as the two of them got up and were about to continue their journey, Jia Yibing was just about to raise his feet, when the young man behind him suddenly asked, "Brother Jia, that woman ...... last"

"Dead... was scattered by a Confucian sage, and his soul was wiped out... With her and the scholar's thoughts, they were all gone, and the Confucian sage who made the shot, the realm did not rise but fell. Since then, Confucian protégés all over the world have regarded this matter as the top priority for asking themselves, and they always reflect on themselves, for fear of making a mistake. ”

After the young man with the sword on his back said this, he sighed lightly and walked forward.

Yao Zhenyi was stunned at first, and then walked forward to keep up with him.

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At nightfall,

On the Huaiyin River far away from Hongye Town, at this time, the night wind blows the surface of the river, the tide rises and the water ripples, and even the surrounding reeds are pressed to the ground, all of them bend their waists and bow their heads.

At this time, on the bank of the dark Huaiyin River, a small child raised his foot and kicked up a small pebble, which fell into the river not far in front of him with a pop, causing a little splash, but it quickly returned to its original state.

"Puff—"

Just after the stone fell into the water, another carp with blue scales and two golden whiskers on its gills could be faintly seen in the night.

This carp Hao Ran is stained with some kind of essence in the Huaiyin River, and its gills are actually golden whiskers that can only be found by the genus of the dragon, you must know that at least not a hundred years, there will be no such rare signs of water spirits in the world.

When the childish boy saw this, he suddenly became angry, and his little hand crossed his waist, and he scolded at the green carp, "Okay, you dead fish, uncle, I'm worried that I can't find a way to get angry, what are you doing! Phew! It's the same as your shameless snake master!"

The cyan carp was swimming on the shore, but when he heard this, he swam forward quickly, and one jumped up with his tail and threw it at the child, causing him to scream, look down at himself, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the carp.

"You little bastard, you really don't dare to braise you, steam you, and fry ?!! you."

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to raise his feet and go into the water, but the carp quickly swam to the bottom of the water and disappeared into the darkness.

Seeing this scene, the childish boy laughed twice and was about to scold a few more words, but he was grabbed by an ear with a hand, and he stood on tiptoe in pain, and hurriedly shouted, "It hurts, it -......hurts! It hurts!