This island in the East China Sea, in fact, is an island in the North Sea in the whole world. It's late at night and there are still 10,000 lights, and there are small stalls in the night market, which shows that under the rule of that old Jiao, this island is pretty good. Zhang Muliu traveled to so many places, and rarely saw those cities that did not have curfews. But it's also said that there is an old Jiao whose combat power is worthy of ordinary refining, who will come to find trouble when he is full?

Sima Zhuo said a long time ago, this old guy almost accounted for the problems of scholars, and he almost had all the old-fashioned stubbornness when he said it, no, Zhang Muliu just said that he was higher than his knowledge, and he turned his face directly.

However, Zhang Muliu thinks that the best thing is this old Jiao, who has transformed into several doppelgangers, opened a school in some deep mountains on the island, and never accepts people for free, but it is similar, because those poorer people, a handful of wheat or half a potato, can make Lao Jiao feel that he has collected money by himself.

At that time, Sima Zhuo said with a smile, do you think that old and old-fashioned temper is too weird? What can you do with a handful of rice or half a potato? It is better to have nothing at all and get a good reputation.

Zhang Muliu had the heart to take the school entrance examination, so he copied Sima Zhuo's words and asked Xiao Nizi to comment.

As a result, Fang Cong pouted and said: "I think this matter, that old guy is fine, there should be no such thing in the world that is not earned for nothing, let alone the heart of not earning for nothing, even if knowledge cannot be bought with money, but the knowledge in Mr. Wang's stomach, why give it for nothing?"

The young man smiled slightly, feeling reasonable but unreasonable, as for what it was, it depended on what those students thought in their hearts.

There are three religions and nine streams in the world, and there are hundreds of schools of thought, in fact, they are all engaged in learning. It stands to reason that there is no high or low level of knowledge, and there is no three, six, nine, etc., which cannot be bought with money.

But what about people?

The childish boy Mengxue, Mr. will explain one, "The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name." "How is the world's knowledge not? Just say that the Song Kingdom likes a lot of noodles, and the land of Qinlong is even more faceless, the same pasta, a street can find a few noodle shops. However, some shops have good business and some shops have poor business. Is the reason for this difference is the difference between a bowl of noodles? No, it is the difference in the person who makes the noodles.

In the same way, the size of knowledge is because not every family has the likes of poet fairy Suzi.

Zhang Muliu smiled and said: "I agree with your statement for the time being, because I think it can only be like this, and it is better to do so." The first lesson Lao Jiao gave to these students was a sentence that was not easy to come by. ”

In this way, Zhang Muliu is ashamed of himself.

Walking forward, there are craftsmen in the night market who sell night tea and night food, and there are even craftsmen who beg for a living.

In front of a white-haired old man stood up a very short, but very tall table, on which were the strange-looking pieces of bamboo and copper.

Fang Cong was curious, walked over and asked, "Old man, are you a musical instrument?"

The old man laughed, first picked up the bamboo piece and gently blocked it in front of his mouth, the breath in his mouth poured out, and he moved wildly with one hand.

The girl took out her small purse, flipped through it for a long time, and put a five-baht coin on her table, saying that she wanted to see the copper.

The old man smiled slightly, picked up another spoon-like copper sheet tied together, put it in front of his mouth, slowly exhaled, and fiddled with the other hand, and even Zhang Muliu looked sideways.

I saw that under the old man's playing, several voices alternated back and forth, echoing continuously, like the two armies fighting, in the Jin Ge iron horse, the generals of the two sides fought in the rain, and the sound of the rain could not hide the clash of spears, and the war drums were endless.

Fang Cong had already been wowing non-stop, she had really never seen such a fun thing, so she hurriedly ran over and dragged Zhang Muliu away, saying that this was really fun, and it scared people.

Zhang Muliu shook his head helplessly, looked at the old man with a smile, and said softly: "What the old gentleman played, is it a spring?"

The old man looked slightly surprised, raised his head to look at Zhang Muliu, and said suspiciously: "This son even knows the spring? In this world, not to mention that he can play this thing, even if he knows it, it is rare!"

The young man replied with a smile: "Such ancient music is indeed difficult to find today, and the younger generation has only seen it in books, and knows the pipe, sheng, reed, and spring." But I have never seen the real thing, and it is the first time I have heard it today. ”

The old man laughed and said that young people are really good at talking, if they are really so interested, why don't they learn it?

Zhang Muliu is actually not very interested, on the other hand, Fang Cong is extremely eager to learn, but the old man said that since ancient times, he has not passed on to women. At that time, Zhang Muliu wanted to give up, if he couldn't teach Fang Cong, he wouldn't be able to make Xiao Nizi happy after learning, what did he do after learning? Who knew that the old man said again, if others can't pass it on, I can't control it.

In that case, let's learn.

It only took half an hour, and Zhang Muliu was already able to play a little, so the old man took out a delicate box and said that he would send it to you as a successor to this way.

The young man took the box and said with a smile: "Can the old gentleman leave a name? If anyone asks me in the future, I will also tell me where my spring comes from." ”

The old man looked extremely happy, and was already busy closing the stall, but he still smiled and said: "Old man, my surname is Hui, if someone really asks about it in the future, I will say that there is an old man who loves to think nonsense, and the old man surnamed Hui taught me." ”

Zhang Muliu asked again: "Where is the old gentleman going?"

The old man laughed and said softly: "There is a guy surnamed Huang in the south, I don't know if he is still alive now, I will go and see him." I love to think as much as I do, but it's very interesting!"

The young man bent down, and the old man just smiled slightly and walked away slowly, still muttering: "The greatest is the greatest, and it is called the great one." To the small without the inside, it is called the small one. ”

Zhang Muliu said to himself: "The life of things is the death, and the younger generation has been taught." ”

Fang Cong on the side was a little confused, but he still leaned over and asked, "Master, don't tell me, this old man is also a big man, right?"

The young man smiled, shook his head, and said, "Where do I know where to go, but what if it's a big person?"

After a pause, Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "There is a word called clever tongue, just talking about debate and quarrelling, none of us can match one, do you know what kind of one?"

The girl thought for a long time, suddenly turned her head to look at the old figure that was already invisible, and said with a big mouth: "Famous?"

Zhang Muliu nodded, if as expected, this senior really just came to see his junior, and it happened that his junior did not disappoint him, so he gave him a spring, and at the same time said that one would die when he came.

The sun rises in the southeast, and the more southeast it is, has the sun set?

There are new seedlings in the east mountain that break the ground and grow, and there are old trees in the west mountain that are dead and withered?

There is no solution, one party lives, one side dies.

Fang Cong was confused when he heard this, his brain hurt, and he said in his heart, why is the master so knowledgeable? What kind of wedding and funeral etiquette can be used in various places, what are the customs of various places, what are the hundred schools of thought, and those twists and turns of learning are even more okay, why is the master so powerful? In the future, when I go home, I must tell my grandfather and let him study hard with the master. Look at my master, and then look at my grandfather, there is no comparison at all!

Zhang Muliu didn't deliberately peek into Fang Cong's heart, naturally he didn't know that Xiao Nizi had taken herself to this point, but just said with a smile: "It's a shame that he didn't bring me out a white horse, so I had a headache!"

This trip to Bear Island is to put this old Jiao in order, seize the time to build a fairy ferry, and prepare for the great changes in the world in the future, so no matter what, Zhang Muliu has to convince this old scholar to accept the ferry by himself, and he has to rush to guard the ferry.

I found a secular inn, the most important thing in the world is good mountains, good waters, good names, this inn is not bad at all, called shakuhachi inn. At first glance, it doesn't seem to be elegant, and one foot eight doesn't mean that the inn only has a shakuhachi place?

But Zhang Muliu knows that this shakuhachi is also a musical instrument.

Xiao Nizi is getting bigger and bigger, don't look at it as only a year and a half, but she looks really scary, Zhang Muliu is afraid that when she wakes up one day, Xiao Nizi will suddenly become a big girl. So no matter how miserable Fang Onion sold and his face was full of bitterness, Zhang Muliu didn't agree to live in a room with her.

Tonight, Zhang Muliu wants to sleep well like a mortal, but it is impossible. Earlier, there was some uncertainty, since that person claimed to be a former teacher, there was no need to be obsessed with finding a female Ai in the future, just remember that the beam between him Zhang Muliu and the Xuannu was extremely difficult to unravel.

As Zhang Muliu said, the woman he recognized was surnamed Li and was called Li Yuzhen. The woman who has been waiting for her in Ganzhou for several years has no problem with claiming to be a former teacher, but what kind of thing is your daughter?

Zhang Muliu's loved one used to have only one Li Yuzhen, but now that she has turned into a stone statue, the last wisp of her soul has long since dissipated. Now it's from the autumn water, but from the autumn water, it will only be.

In fact, Zhang Muliu felt something abnormal when he went first, as if there was something extremely mysterious missing between himself and Qiushui, it was extremely difficult to distinguish between blessing and disaster, only one point, Zhang Muliu felt that he had never had such a sober head recently, and he had never been so distractingly sure that since the woman in red found him when she returned, he already liked her.

But he was really afraid, because the person who called himself Master Fang Cong was the ancestor of the people who were good at conspiracies and tricks in the world!

The world's military magic calculations all come from the sky, but the heavenly military magic calculations come from that Xuannu.

Playing chess with this kind of person, Zhang Muliu has almost no chance of winning.

The young man sighed, was overcovered, and used a wisp of aura to clear the distracting thoughts in his mind, and the snoring gradually started.

Someone has always thought that tomorrow's work will be done today, so what will you do tomorrow?

It's better to sleep!

Tomorrow, there will be a young man in white, who is not only a swordsman but also a scholar, who can go to that place where firewood, rice, oil, and salt can be used as a school for that tuition, and go to see how the old Jiaolong, who is more like a scholar, teaches.

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Over there in Qucheng, after reading the picture scroll, Sima Zhuo only roughly described the predicament of the world and the predicament of the border city, and then asked in a deep voice, "Do you dare to bring mortal blood to the immortal border city?"

Those Jianghu people who walk the rivers and lakes and put chivalry first will naturally be moved by Sima Zhuo's words, the reason is very simple, because everyone is a real Jianghu person.

Sima Zhuo said the method that Zhang Muliu had taught, and of course he had done some careful consideration.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, each sect can choose to monopolize a city, or it can choose to cultivate in Qucheng. It's just that in the hundred years of spiritual energy recovery, no one easily accepts disciples, and only picks those cultivation blanks with good qualifications.

is still like Zhang Muliu's previous method, the names of each sect are still there, but you have to remove the last suffix, such as the Divine Spear Gate, which will be the Divine Spear Hall in the future, and the city that occupies it can naturally be called the Divine Spear City.

It's just that the position of deputy city lord must be designated by Sima Zhuo.

Sima Zhuo, who named his own sect "Yuanshao Sect", said at the time, "Everyone is doing their own thing, of course I have to send someone to supervise it." To put it bluntly, it's not that I don't believe in everyone, but over time, everyone only thinks that they are still the same as before, and they don't want to be to our Yuanshao Sect, so isn't my Sima Zhuo doing it in vain? ”

This may seem reckless, but in fact it saves a lot of unnecessary trouble in the future. For example, the Sharpshooter Gate, the gold and silver guns were finally reunited, and they wanted to go to the border city to die, which was not a big problem, but if they wanted to cut off the inheritance, they would definitely not agree.

So Sima Zhuo went straight to the point, who is the big guy or who's family, but I have to let you know that the Yuanshao Sect is a family with a radius of thousands of miles.

In less than a month, all places have been arranged. And Sima Zhuo relied on the cultivation materials he had accumulated in the border city for a hundred years to help more than 100 monks who had just entered Qi refining to improve their realm. When it comes to making money, of course, he has his own plans, but he has to settle the old stubbornness with Zhang Muliu.

According to Sima Zhuo's plan, he and Mu Qiushan would join forces to create a trade route starting from Zhanbu Continent, transiting several islands and several small continents, and then passing through Shengshen Continent and Douhan Continent, going straight to Julu Continent, and finally going to the northern border city. He would spare no expense in building two ferries, one for cargo and the other for people.

Zhang Muliu had already sent a message to Mu Qiushan to Jiang Mohang and Huang Zhijun in Zhanbuzhou, and even carried the Aries Palace in Penny Continent and Song Liang in Shengshenzhou. It won't be long before there will be a discussion on Bear Island to the east, which will last for months. What is discussed is nothing more than making money, how to make money, where to make more money, and where to earn less.

In this regard, Zhang Muliu and Sima Zhuo both have a bottom line.

It doesn't hurt to make money elsewhere, but in that city, you don't earn a penny. This will also be the only untouchable bottom line and rule in that meeting.

On the side of Mu Qiushan, Zhang Muliu planned to discuss with Song Guo to build a ferry in Xingze, and he must bring Xiao Pan's kid in.

However, there will be a route across half the world, which will bring a "money route" to many small islands on the sea, and Mu Qiushan will of course make money, and those participants along the way will not make less. Zhang Muliu even felt that after the ferry route was opened, he would mobilize Qiao Lei and let him form an existence similar to the mortal horse gang where the route stopped. At that time, it will be a terrifying route, and there will be countless small routes like the forks of a big tree, driving several continents and islands to make money together.

At that time, without him Sima Zhuo and Zhang Muliu to lobby in various places, there will be countless people rushing back and forth, there will be more and more ferries, and the business will become bigger and bigger.

Everyone wants to make money, Zhang Muliu will try his best to make everyone make money, but that iron rule can't be changed no matter what.

Don't make money in the border city, if it's a special period, you even have to lose money in the border city.

Zhang Muliu is not afraid that some people will be unconvinced.

Because at that time, it was far more than Mu Qiushan and Yuanshao Sect who wanted to maintain this trade route.

It's just that the road is long! If you want to complete the layout in Zhang Muliu's heart, you can't get down without a few years. After the great changes in the world, it is even more difficult to open up trade routes. If it can be navigated in 40 years, it will be a blessing.

At most, forty years later, there will be a ferry called Wuzu that will open up the other half of the world for Zhang Muliu.

(Normal update will resume tomorrow)