As the old man wakes up, continue to teach. Li Bingyang polished the ink, and then the old man asked him to spread out the paper by himself and let him write at will.

Li Bingyang picked up the pen and twisted it slightly, thought for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at the paper intently: "Zhong Niju, Zeng Zishi." Zi said: "The first king had the most virtuous way, so as to obey the world, the people were harmonious, and there was no complaint from top to bottom. How do you know it?" Zeng Zi avoided the seat and said: "If you are not sensitive, how can you know it?" Zi said: "Filial piety, the foundation of virtue, and the place of teaching." Sit back, I speak you. The body is skinned, and the parents who receive it dare not destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety is also. Standing up and doing the way, making a name for yourself in future generations, in order to show your parents, and the end of filial piety. Husband filial piety, starting from the family, in the matter of the king, and finally standing. "Daya" cloud: "Wu Nian Erzu, Yu Xiu Jide." ”

The old man was still sitting, but after seeing Li Bingyang finish writing these contents one by one, he suddenly threw up his sleeves and sneered: "Filial piety, you have the ability, you can memorize this!" ”

In fact, when Li Bingyang was writing the Book of Filial Piety, the old man's face was already tangled, and his left leg was put on his right leg and Cheng Erlang's leg was cocked, and then he put it down again, and his fingers were released again.

Li Bingyang didn't notice the old man's expression, just proud: "When I was young, I liked ancient texts, and my father once asked me to recite the entire Book of Filial Piety, which is the way to live in the world!"

"Hehe, the way of life in the world! You go, don't come in the future! I don't welcome you here, I can't teach you. ”

Suddenly, the old man's style of speech changed, and his mood seemed to fluctuate greatly, and he was about to drive Li Bingyang out of the door if he didn't agree.

Li Bingyang was kicked out, and he was puzzled for a while, seeing that the attitude of the old man today had changed a little towards him, why did he suddenly change so much.

"If you don't have the chance, what can you do?"

Li Bingyang also knows that Chenggu is happy, and it doesn't matter if he loses. However, this kind of thing is really put in front of me, and it is still a little unbearable.

After taking a deep breath, Li Bingyang adjusted his emotions. Bow your hand to the door, reflexively go back, one step at a time on the road, there are straight punches, there are also swing punches, hooks, punches, kicks, kicks, all kinds of actions.

Along the way, he ran and walked, and in the past month, if his previous understanding of boxing was only in Xiaocheng, now he can be regarded as Dacheng.

He didn't know that after he was kicked out of the door, the old man sat on the ground weakly, wailing and crying!

"God, what kind of thing is it? I haven't done anything evil in my life, I also taught my son filial piety, poetry, books and morality, why let my eldest son be killed, my younger son is ashamed and ruined, now I don't recognize my parents, I have done all the bad things, but I can't let him turn back, God, you leave me a way, what are you letting this kind of person do in front of me now!"

The old man's mouth was vague and indistinct, and there were too many stories to tell, but he didn't mention it far away, and he couldn't tell it.

On the other side, Li Bingyang walked more and more briskly.

The foot is not as good as the wind, and it cannot advance or retreat, and it is the use of the pole in the foot. Those who are in the body to help the foot, probe the front to help the momentum, and fall back to help the retreat. The arm to help the body, the wrist to help the arm, the body and feet are familiar, then the wrist and arm are just the rest of the closure with Emei.

Li Bingyang turned the corner and was just about to leave. Suddenly, a group of people in front of him walked over, maybe they didn't take Li Bingyang in their eyes, and they didn't have any scruples when they spoke.

"Second brother, what antiques do you think that shabby old man in your family can really hide, how much is it worth? What if he doesn't pay it? ”

Li Bingyang had no intention of offending, but suddenly heard the words of the broken old man, and heard the antiques, and felt that something was wrong. After thinking about it, he was about to continue walking, when some words suddenly came from his ears.

"Don't worry, he's an egg, he has favored the boss of their family since he was a child, I've been looking for someone to kill the boss in the past two years, and he won't have to count on me to give him a pension in the future, who knows that he said that I haven't made any progress, fooling around with a group of fox friends and dogs, and driving me out of the house directly, and not recognizing me as a son. Then I don't need to be polite to him. ”

Li Bingyang looked up and lowered his head again to prevent attracting the other party's attention. The person who walked over and spoke was a middle-aged man in his forties, who looked good-looking, and even made Li Bingyang feel a little familiar.

How could I have such a familiar feeling, where have I seen it?

Li Bingyang thought and thought about it in his mind, and suddenly a figure popped up. It was the old man who had just kicked him out.

"What kind of antique is that?"

One is a manuscript of Li Mi's statement of affection, and the other is a printed copy of a book of filial piety from the Song Dynasty. There are two copies in total, both of which are worth a thousand gold. Let's go over there and just scare and scare, he's so old, and he has a bit of a nurturing grace for me after all. Just let him give us something. ”

At this time, these seven or eight people had already walked past Li Bingyang's side, Li Bingyang's steps slowed down, and his hand movements also stopped.

His reason told himself that each man would sweep the snow in front of his own door, and not care about the frost on the tiles of others. Don't meddle in things, but your own upbringing tells you that when the road is uneven, you should draw a knife to help.

Li Bingyang felt that he had grasped the truth a little: "No wonder the old man reacted so much when he saw me writing the Book of Filial Piety, could it be that I thought I was coveting his Book of Filial Piety?"

"Now that I have seen this matter today, it is necessary to understand it. ”

Li Bingyang had a certain mind here, so he stopped on the side of the road, and he was not in a hurry to follow, these people may not be good to the old man, but if he is reckless, people think that they are robbing him of business, it will not be good.

Li Bingyang thought about it and took out his mobile phone and broadcast a phone number, which was Yang Jingjing's phone number.

That's right, after some hard fighting, Li Bingyang finally succeeded in buying Shen Songhui, and then got Yang Jing's phone number from Shen Songhui's girlfriend Liu Xiaojuan.

"Yang Jing, I'm Li Bingyang, and I need your help with something here. ”

After Li Bingyang got on the phone, he also went straight to the point. There is no way, the whole class has a little bit of contact with the scholarly family, Li Bingyang can only think of Yang Jingjing, not to mention that he seems to have heard Liu Xiaojuan say before that Yang Jingjing's brother works in the Pingyuan Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau.

If her brother can bring some people here, this matter can be solved perfectly.

"Huh, Li Bingyang, why do you have time to chat with me?"

Yang Jingjing originally wanted to joke with Li Bingyang, but when she heard the voice on the phone in a hurry, she paused, as if she was organizing the language.

"What's the matter? Don't be in a hurry, speak slowly, if there's anything I need help with. ”

Li Bingyang also organized the language when Yang Jingjing spoke: "That's right, I recently followed an old man here in the cemetery to learn calligraphy, and today he came to the door with a little trouble, it seems that he wants to rob his collection of ancient calligraphy prints." I heard that your family has a relationship with the Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau, and I want to ask you for help. ”

Li Bingyang made a long story short, there were untruths in his words, but he finally made it clear.