Li Muyi and his entourage slowly walked out of the big turtle town, and the national teacher Wei Li naturally concealed his true appearance, as always, showing people as an old man with white hair and crane face.

In the hearts of Li Muzhi and Cao Dong, the strategizing national teacher should be the image of an old man, if he is replaced with a middle-aged appearance, he will not be able to adapt to it, which is exactly what Wei Li considered.

Li Muzhi seemed to walk in the front as usual, but he sighed a little in his heart: This big turtle town is really not ordinary.

Three days ago, the national teacher Wei Li suddenly said that he was going to meet an old friend and asked Li Muzhi and Cao Dong to wait for a while in an inn. However, he went for a day and a night, and did not return until noon the next day.

Moreover, Li Muzhi noticed that although the national teacher Wei Li looked expressionless as usual, faintly, there seemed to be some suppressed anger on his brows, especially when he passed by Cao Dong's side, Wei Li's figure paused.

Li Muzhi could detect it, and Cao Dong could naturally detect it, thinking of the calm eyes of the national teacher Wei Li looking at him when he was on the mountainside of the turtle before, Cao Dong was silent on the spot, and he didn't dare to speak, let alone move. Fortunately, Wei Li just sighed, didn't say anything, and went back to the guest room alone.

This morning, the national teacher Wei Li proposed to return to Qingluo Town to have a look. According to the original plan, Li Muzhi and his entourage were originally going to Qingluo Town to take a look at the only sect in this area, the Imperial Spirit Sect, but they temporarily changed their minds, and the three of them changed their route to Turtle Town, which made Li Muzhi feel a little regretful in his heart. Now that he has the opportunity to take a look, Li Muzhi is naturally happy to agree.

As for Cao Dong, he nodded like a chicken, and now he only hopes to return to the Forbidden City as soon as possible, and he doesn't think about it.

At this time, next to the old willows outside the big turtle town, when the three of them were leaving, Cao Dong finally glanced back at the big turtle mountain, and the ghost said in a bad way: "Childe, from here, the big turtle mountain really looks like an old king lying on the ground, it is really vivid." ”

Li Muzhi nodded, and when he looked back, indeed, it looked quite similar from a distance, no wonder there was such a nickname as Big Turtle Mountain.

But Wei Li, the national teacher on the side, trembled suddenly, and he didn't dare to look back, because he noticed that there was a gaze on the top of the Big Turtle Mountain that suddenly stared at them.

The national teacher Wei Li gritted his teeth angrily, and he didn't have to guess to know that the owner of his eyes must be the short old man who walked down from the fog on the top of the mountain, and then jumped up and slapped him to death, one of the legendary fairyland in the past, and it is also the deity of this big turtle mountain, the only dragon turtle in the world with pure blood.

"Shut up!" National Teacher Wei Li suddenly turned his head and yelled at Cao Dong, unabashedly overflowing with killing intent.

Li Muzhi was taken aback, and he had the impression that Wei Li, who had always been gentle and gentle, had never been so out of shape.

Cao Dong, who bore the brunt of the attack, was so frightened that he sat on the ground, his face was full of horror, he didn't know what he had done wrong just by saying it casually.

The national teacher Wei Li's face was gloomy, and he really wanted to slap Cao Dong, who had accidentally broken the taboo here. The short old man naturally couldn't pull his face to settle accounts with Cao Dong, after all, the gap between the two of them was 108,000 miles, but didn't he become a punching bag?

Just when Wei Li was about to make a move, he suddenly thought of what his husband said: the ignorant are fearless, the fearless are stupid, the stupid should be taught, and everyone in the world can be taught.

National Teacher Wei Li sighed abruptly, silently put away his killing intent, and glanced at Cao Dong.

That's it, leave him alive, stay by his side, he should hone his heart, and the stone of his mountain may be able to attack jade.

Wei Li, who was dressed in a black robe, turned around and bowed to the Big Turtle Mountain to apologize.

"Don't hurry up and get out of here, it's all in the way of your turtle grandfather's eyes. A rough voice quietly sounded in Wei Li's heart.

Wei Li had to smile bitterly and led Li Muzhi and Cao Dong away, this big turtle town, he really didn't want to come again.

At this time, on the top of the Big Turtle Mountain, there were three old men standing side by side, namely the grandfather, the old Confucian and the short old man who was angry and scolding.

The old Confucian glanced at the short old man with a flushed face who was angry, and deliberately added fuel to the fire and said: "Old Wangba, you said that you can't scold the old one, and you can pick the small ones to vent your anger, what do you mean?"

The short old man snorted coldly, and he didn't want to say a word to this old Confucian student, saying that he would suffer a loss, but he didn't hear it.

The old Confucian raised his eyebrows, stretched out a palm and gestured, and continued: "Hey, I think when you were only this old, I could still pinch your tail and pick you up, now you have grown so big in the blink of an eye, it is really not like time." ”

The short old man couldn't stand the stimulation of these words, and he was immediately angry and eager to refute two sentences. But when he thought that what the old Confucian said was the truth, and he couldn't fight back, he became more and more angry and shouted: "Roll, Lao Tzu's big turtle mountain doesn't welcome you, roll." ”

The old Confucian looked heartbroken and sighed lightly: "Hey, I have a long ability, I hugged you when you were young, will you treat me like this? Is it appropriate? Are you reasonable?"

The short old man was angry, it was definitely impossible to do this, he couldn't scold and scold, what could he do, he could only see it. So he turned around, and the short old man stepped down the big turtle mountain and slipped away.

The grandfather on the side laughed, and sure enough, it was the old Confucian who won.

"Old scholar, that's all you have left. ”

The old Confucian glanced at the old man in coarse linen clothes beside him, and this time he really sighed lightly: "The years are urging people to get old, I think at the beginning, when the two of us first met, you were only so old, and I fooled you with that old man for a long time before finally fooling you." In the blink of an eye, so many people died, and you didn't let me look away, but just breathed a sigh of relief for the Terrans. ”

The eldest grandfather nodded, he remembered the scene when he met the old Confucian student.

At that time, when he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he had just returned home from beating up the bullies in the village who bullied men and women, but found that two strangers had come to the house uninvited, one was an old Taoist in a Taoist robe, and the other was an old Confucian in a green shirt.

At that time, the grandfather had been an orphan since he was a child, and he was quite bold, and when he saw that the other party was two old men, he was not afraid, so he asked them loudly who they were and why they trespassed into his house.

The old Taoist explained with a smile: "Don't be afraid, the old man is from the Taiping Mountain in Dongtu Shenzhou, and this trip is here to collect apprentices. ”

In short, the old Taoist and the old Confucian persuaded him to talk about the grandfather who was still a teenager, and the ghost made the god almost nod and agreed to practice with the old Taoist.

Grandpa remembers asking the old Taoist a sentence at the beginning: "Are you the legendary immortal?"

The old Taoist blushed and waved his hand a little embarrassedly.

At that time, the grandfather, who was still a young man, said with some disappointment: "It turns out that he is not a fairy, he fools people." ”

I saw that the old Taoist hesitated for a while, and then replied hesitantly: "Half of it, the old Taoist is half an immortal at most, and it can be regarded as passable." ”

"Oh. The boy replied absentmindedly. At that time, the grandfather was obviously not clear about the weight of this sentence of half an immortal.

Until the outbreak of the war between the human race and the demon race a hundred years ago, the old Taoist became the first person of the human race to die in the fairyland.

The grandfather still clearly remembers the last words left by the old Taoist before he generously went to the war when the Terran army was defeated: "I'm sorry, I handed over the burden to you so early." As a teacher, you are powerless, and all you can do is delay time, and you will suffer in the future. ”

In that battle, the first person of the human race at that time, the old Taoist priest, went to battle alone and died, and the two famous powerhouses of the demon clan who asked the fairy land also became a burial. Because of this, there was a huge disagreement within the demon clan, and the human race was able to breathe a sigh of relief, and the grandfather also had this opportunity to break through the realm and become one of the strongest combat forces in the world.

However, later generations only remember the Thunder Emperor who was born out of thin air to save the sky, but few people remember the old way of generously going to war and dying.

At the top of the turtle mountain, the grandfather looked up at the sky and muttered, "Master, although it was a little bitter, I still resisted, and I wasn't disappointed, right?"

The old Confucian on the side also rarely straightened his clothes, and said softly: "The human race that I have guarded all my life has been handed over to you, and that bull-nosed old road must be very relieved." When he first accepted the disciple, he quietly told me that he, a closed disciple, would definitely surpass him in the future. ”

The eldest grandfather smiled and stroked his beard: "Sure enough, that old man's vision has always been good." ”

"Ahem, I suggested he take a look at your qualifications. The old Confucian reminded softly.

The grandfather was noncommittal, shook his head, and said with emotion: "Sure enough, the old man likes to say that the reading people are all small-bellied chicken intestines, which means that you are an old scholar, right?"

The old Confucian was silent for a while, and laughed at himself: "Scholars are not all self-confident and high-minded people with clean sleeves and a clear mind. Is a man like me, who is full of intrigue and filth with his hands covered in vile filth, worthy of being called a scholar? ”

The eldest grandfather gently patted the old Confucian on the shoulder: "But without you, the human race would have been gone a long time ago, not to mention whether there are any scholars." ”

The old Confucian seemed to change his face, and immediately said happily: "Hahaha, yes, I think so too." The old man is really the one who has read the most books in the world. ”

The eldest grandfather glanced at the triumphant old Confucian student, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Let's go, it's boring." ”

The old Confucian also nodded: "Yes, I also have to go to find the disciple of the closed door as soon as possible." Busy, really busy, okay, busy to drink a glass of wine first. ”

"Hey, you're really leaving, you take me down the mountain, how can I go down the mountain as an old scholar with a mortal body... Oops..."

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In Qingluo Town, early in the morning, a little boy went to the master's house with a small homemade coarse cloth schoolbag.

Although this Qingluo town is large, there is only one private school. There is no other reason, Qingluo Town is a town that started as a business, and some children want their sons to inherit their father's business and inherit the family property, just be literate, and don't think about going to school, if you really want to study, you don't need to go out to study in a private school, and the family can naturally afford it. And the other part of the children of poor families naturally have to learn to make a living early, and their stomachs can't be filled, let alone have spare money to study. So the private school where there is only one old master to teach, all year round, few children sign up, so naturally it can't earn a lot of money.

In the final analysis, private schools are only a stage of enlightenment, mainly a stage of preaching and receiving employment. As for the children who want to go further, they can participate in the preliminary examination held by the Li Dynasty every five years, and they can participate in the county as a unit, and everyone under the age of 20 can participate. The selected scholars then participate in a state-by-state secondary examination, and those who pass will enter the four major colleges of the Lee dynasty. And almost all the scholars who come out of these four academies will be entrusted with important tasks by the imperial court, regardless of their background, only based on their talents.

"Knock knock" Wang Fuyun raised his hand and gently knocked on the dilapidated wooden door of the old master's house, and then waited honestly at the door.

With a "squeak", an old man in an old cloth shirt pushed open the wooden door.

"Isn't this the little guy who sneaks every time to listen to the old man's lectures, and finally saved enough money to sign up today?"

Wang Fuyun scratched his head embarrassedly, and quibbled: "How can the business of a scholar be regarded as stealing, this is called stealing, stealing, stealing, not stealing, not counting." ”

The old master laughed heartily, and he liked this child who had been eavesdropping on books. It's just that he won't take the initiative to let the child come in to listen to the class, because he knows that although this child is young, he already has the atmosphere of a scholar.

The gentleman is poor, the villain is poor, but the gentleman does not eat the food that comes.

Wang Fuyun carefully took out the ingot of gold from his arms, held it in his hand, and handed it to the old master.

The old master didn't reach out to take it, but frowned slightly, and asked sternly: "Where did this come from?" In his heart, the old master naturally felt that this was ill-gotten gain, but he faintly couldn't believe that such a good reading seed would do this kind of thing. If it's true, then don't want this kind of student.

Wang Fuyun was stunned and hurriedly explained what happened yesterday.

Only then did the old master's face soften, he took the ingot of gold, and said slowly: "The gentleman has no end of food, and he will be the one who makes the time, and the one who is upside down must be the same." ”

Wang Fuyun didn't understand, and his eyes were a little confused.

The old master smiled and said, "This is to say that the young man who stepped forward has a great heart. The so-called people with lofty ideals do not seek to survive to harm benevolence, but they have to kill themselves to become benevolent. You, you want to see the wise and think together. ”

Wang Fuyun nodded vigorously, he understood this sentence, and he would try his best to be like that young man.

The old master took the ingot of gold into his bosom, thinking that in the future, when he, the new student, went to take the preliminary examination, he could use it as a coil all the way.

Since ancient times, preaching has been passed down from generation to generation.