Ning Baifeng followed the old mountain lord and slowly moved forward all the way.

At this time, the sunset has not yet set, and there are some stone tables and pavilions scattered among the dense forests and bamboos outside the path. Many college students who have not yet gone back to rest sit in the gazebo or play games, or discuss studies, or meditate. There are also a few gentlemen sitting at their desks in the bamboo forest, making tea and playing the piano.

In the sound of the piano, it tells a sense of peace.

Ning Baifeng looked at the academy students walking in the forest, then turned his head to look at the old mountain master, and stopped talking.

The old mountain lord noticed that Ning Baifeng seemed to have something to say, but he seemed to be worried about something, so he asked: "Scholars like to speak freely when they read, if they have anything to say, they might as well say it directly, and they don't have to press it in their hearts." ”

Ning Baifeng took a deep breath, with a certain expression on his face, as if he had made some kind of decision, and said, "Mountain Lord, Ning Baifeng once saw one thing in the three hundred miles of the Xiangze Secret Land. A student of Xiangyun Academy was killed in the swamp when he was competing with others for some spiritual fruits, and he really had no way to make a move at that time, so he could only watch the student die at the hands of that person, and hoped that the mountain lord would forgive him. If the academy needs to find the murderer, I can draw that person from memory as proof. ”

The old mountain lord looked at Ning Baifeng beside him with a serious face, shook his head with a smile, his old face was very peaceful, and he didn't hear the anger and sadness of the academy students after being killed, his eyes were calm. He asked softly, "In your opinion, what kind of place should the academy be?" ”

Ning Baifeng lowered his head and thought about it, the old mountain lord asked this question, obviously there was a deep meaning in it, if he answered at will, he would feel that the answer was not what he asked. Suddenly remembering something, he had an idea and replied: "Teaching, a place to solve doubts." ”

The old mountain lord nodded and said: "Yes, the academy is not a sect of rivers and lakes, Mr. teaches knowledge and teaches Confucianism, and he needs to preach, teach, and solve doubts." But there is no doctrine of fighting, fighting, revenge. There is a saying that the master leads the way into the door, and the practice is in the individual. In fact, it is also telling others that the teacher is only responsible for preaching, and how much the disciple can comprehend depends entirely on himself, and how he behaves with others depends on himself. What's more, this kind of fighting and fighting for treasures has long been contrary to the teachings of the sages. The ancient sages passed down the Confucian Taoist system with the aim of teaching the world benevolence and courtesy, but there was no doctrine of fighting and killing. If a scholar reads books with peace of mind, and can teach the world after learning, he will be able to teach the sages and Confucian teachings. On the contrary, if you have learned the spirit of Haoran, but you are bent on fighting and seeking opportunities to seize treasures, you have already taken the wrong path, how can you still need the academy to provide protection for you. ”

Ning Baifeng thought for a moment, and then said a little cautiously: "But isn't this a little ruthless?" ”

The old mountain lord nodded and said: "It's a little ruthless, but the reader has the spirit of heaven and earth, that is, he takes the way of heaven as the center, and the way of heaven favors the world, but does not spoil the world, is it not the same as being affectionate and ruthless." ”

Ning Baifeng finally relaxed, and the feeling of apprehension in his heart disappeared.

Ning Baifeng walked aimlessly in the academy with the old mountain lord, and walked and chatted, and when he turned a large stone tablet engraved with words, he saw a small stone lawn next to a bamboo forest, one person sang and sang, and the other person sang and danced.

Ning Baifeng looked back at the old mountain master, didn't he say that Confucianism has no doctrine of killing, why is there someone holding a sharp weapon at this time, looking at his skills, the skills under his hands are definitely not weak. From the point of view of hope, this person also has the strength of the second realm cultivation.

The old mountain lord looked at Ning Baifeng's expression and smiled dumbly, "Do you think that Confucian children can only read books of the dead, and have no means to save their lives." ”

Ning Baifeng held the sword and replied: "I have seen the way Xu Luyuan judged the shot, writing by hand, using Haoran Qi as ink, and writing in the air, which is quite powerful, but I never thought that Confucianism also has a saying that the sword is practiced. ”

The old mountain lord smiled and said: "Confucianism has been passed down in ancient times to learn the six arts of the gentleman, and the way you have seen writing by hand and using qi as ink comes from the "calligraphy" art in the six arts. One of the "shooting" arts is another technique, but later Confucian students took advantage of it and thought that archery was not enough to reflect the teachings of the sage, so they changed to learn swords, and replaced archery with swords. ”

Then he pointed to the man who was dancing the sword and said, "Sword weapon, that is, sword qi." Confucian disciples practice swords, qi first, intention last, and second. Among all the sword cultivators, the Confucian swordsman sword qi is the most powerful, and it is more than pure sword cultivation, just because the Confucian classics have a vast saying, the more books you read, the stronger the haoran qi, so the sword qi is also the strongest. I watch you practice the sword, the intention is first, the momentum is second, and the qi is second. There is nothing wrong with this method, but it is not necessarily easy for you who are just getting started, and perhaps the place where the person who taught you how to practice the sword stood too high caused your situation today. I thought that you might as well add the Confucian method of learning swords when you learn swords, and after you come out of the sword, use the sword as a pen and write in the air. In his spare time, he replaced the sword with a pen and practiced calligraphy. Reading is used to nourish qi, and practicing the right to write is to practice the sword, and under the multiple simultaneous actions, there will be gains. ”

Ning Baifeng bowed down and thanked him.

Although this guidance is not a secret of Confucianism, it is also quite rewarding to be able to get its teachings, and in the words I learned in the lecture hall today, it is called a great benefit.

The old mountain lord accepted the salute calmly.

As the sun set and there were a lot fewer people staying outside, the old mountain lord led Ning Baifeng and began to walk back, seeing that Ning Baifeng was still thinking about what he had just said from time to time, he smiled with some relief. Then he said to Ning Baifeng: "Since I just told you about the Confucian gentleman's sword path and sword cultivation, why don't you talk about something related to it." ”

Ning Baifeng raised his head and looked at the old mountain lord with some doubts.

The old mountain lord blinked, "Confucian children learn the sword, from the beginning of reading and practicing words, to practice qi and practice sword, in order to make the sword qi stronger, they will work harder to read and practice words, and in the end, because of reading and practicing words for a long time, its literary style has already exceeded the realm of learning swords." Therefore, from ancient times to the present Confucian disciples to learn the sword, never out of the ultimate sword, some people laughed that Confucianism to cultivate the sword, the sword is not ten thousand enemies, the sound of the four seas, and later gave a very interesting name to the Confucian sword art, called the sword and martial arts scholar. ”

Ning Baifeng seemed to have realized something, and replied, "But I'm not a Confucian disciple." ”

The old mountain lord laughed when he heard this.

Back at the gate of the small courtyard, the old mountain lord signaled Ning Baifeng to rest early, and there was no need to rush the matter of sword cultivation.

Ning Baifeng was a little embarrassed, but in the end he still nodded.

The old mountain lord looked at Ning Baifeng's fleeting look of embarrassment and sighed secretly.

After all, it's too much to worry about.

"Mountain Lord, Xu's affairs haven't come to a conclusion yet. ”

Ning Baifeng stood in the courtyard, looked at the old mountain lord with his eyes down, and asked.

The old mountain lord raised his head lightly and smiled: "Are you so afraid of reading?" ”

Ning Baifeng was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head, and said a little embarrassed: "That's not it, it's just that I've seen Xu Yuan's sentence a few times, not like a wicked person, and it's a pity to get such a result in the end." ”

The old mountain lord sighed, "I have a heart." ”

Then he said: "Emperor Daning needs time, there will be results in these two days, go back and rest." ”

Ning Baifeng nodded and turned around and walked towards the house.

"Don't forget to come back tomorrow. ”

An old voice sounded outside the courtyard.

Ning Baifeng's footsteps paused, the hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, his body trembled, and his legs were a little weak.

Back in the house, Yuan Zhen was already asleep, but he didn't sleep well. Ning Baifeng reluctantly tidied up Yuanzhen, then sat at the table next to the bed, staring at the oil lamp in front of him, his eyes flickering and beating with the light of the oil lamp. Finally, he moved his gaze to the book next to the oil lamp, reached out and touched it, and exhaled.

After a while, I got up to get some water, washed up, and turned off the lights.

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The old Taoist priest stared at the oil lamp in front of him, smoking a dry cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke exhaled was like a cloud enveloping the flames on the wick, like a dream.

The smoke drifted away, but it didn't fade, and after five feet away, it tumbled and rippled like hitting a wall.

As the old Taoist exhaled more smoke, the clouds around him became thicker, and finally almost formed a white thick juice, enveloping the old Taoist priest. From the outside, it looks like a white silkworm cocoon, staying in the middle of the house.

Quietly, the main entrance of the house rippled like waves in the water, and after a while, the old mountain lord dressed in gray stepped out of the rippling water like a drop of water, looked at the white cocoon in the house, and sighed: "Zhenjun really wants to do this, do you know that the road to heaven will be broken in this way." ”

The sarcastic voice of the old Taoist priest came from the white cocoon: "Don't you wait for death?" ”

The old mountain lord frowned and said: "It's okay, the gentleman has something to do and not to do, since the true monarch has set foot in Xiangyun Mansion again, he must have thought about it, and it is inconvenient for the old man to persuade him again." ”

"Emperor Changsun can reply. The voice of the old Taoist priest suddenly came from inside the white cocoon, interrupting the old mountain master's speech.

The old mountain lord said indifferently: "Aren't you already having results in your heart?" ”

With a "pop", a white object rushed out of the white cocoon, knocking a large hole into the cocoon's surface. Vaguely, the old Taoist priest's face was a little flushed, but his eyes were bright and terrifying.

The old mountain lord caught the jade medal that rushed over, looked at the big cocoon that had returned to its original state, and sighed softly: "Actually, you don't have to give me this jade medal, you can keep it for yourself, in this way, you may have a greater grasp." ”

In the smoke, the old Taoist priest sneered: "For you, do all scholars like to open their eyes and talk nonsense, Xu's cultural jade medal is used to make a deal with the emperor." If the old way is kept for your own use, although your face is enough to protect Xu Lu incense, but how can you not know the truth of Shengmi En's fight against rice. ”

Then the old Taoist priest said in an accentuated voice: "Moreover, the old Taoist and you are not all the way, and the luck in the cultural context jade chapter is useless. ”

The old mountain lord nodded, the jade medal in his hand flashed, and he was about to turn around and leave, but he suddenly turned his head and said to the white cocoon: "Those two children, what are you going to do." ”

The old Taoist priest snorted coldly: "What, you like it?"

The old mountain lord shook his head and said, "It's not a person all the way. But I don't want to look at the end of the road with you. ”

In the smoke, the old Taoist priest's voice was like an ancient well, "In this case, then you still bless the book mountain seal on the two of them, and you are not afraid of wasting your efforts? ”

The old mountain master stepped out in one step, and the water rippled.

The room was silent.