Spring is indeed not too late.

Confucianism has a heavenly constitution in its mouth, that's it, Lao Xiucai just said a word, and it led to the traction of heaven, and in this snowy Haihe Zhou, it triggered a wax moon spring.

Although the middle-aged Confucian is known as the most frustrated person in the world today, he has also been one of the seventy-two sages of the Jixia School Palace, but he has never understood the truth of Confucianism with the Heavenly Constitution, he can not find the truth and knowledge that he believes in, Yasheng said, life and righteousness, the two can only be one of the two, and the rite of the saint is, reason is greater than desire, the reason of heaven, the destruction of human desire, the two saints of the doctrine and learning, in the Jixia School Palace Confucian Temple, the most respected, now the Jixia School Palace Confucian Temple in the seventy-two sages who enjoy the merits of incense are the believers of the two saints, and the middle-aged Confucian does not want to do the daily sanctimonious manners"Echo worm", the bystanders have Tianxian in their mouths, shaking their heads and talking about those so-called wise words, but they have never thought about whether those truths that are greater than heaven in their eyes can be unimpeded in the world, which is also the reason why middle-aged Confucian scholars call themselves "the most frustrated".

Looking at the spring outside the window, the middle-aged Confucian sighed: " Plum blossoms are perceiving the arrival of spring, but I forgot this, and complacent, this class of axes, only I, the so-called most frustrated down-and-out household, can do, and it is no wonder that you can find your own knowledge, with the truth of this standing, if it is me, in front of the four saints and three sages, I am afraid that I can't even say a word, let alone the heart-to-heart argument, this bustling reading people in the world, there are only you, can say that you are the most frustrated reader, I am the most frustrated, not worthy of the name, not worthy of the name!"

Lao Xiucai can hear in his ears, but there is no ripple of emotion, the heart lake is like a vast sea of stars, these words that can make people's hearts praise, just like in the deep sea, throw a small pebble, even the sound is inaudible, in the eyes of others, Lao Xiu is like a god-like existence, dare to compete with the four saints and three sages, fight for right and wrong, and discuss, but the five flavors of it, only Lao Xiucai knows, he does not think that the truth of the saint is the best order in this world, the etiquette is going to collapse after all, the order of respecting the inferior and the young, in the face of interests, is as fragile as a blank paper, and the etiquette is defensive, such as the dynasties of various ministries and continents todayThose who claim to be the children of the Heavenly Family, the royal family, the filthy things in it, the scholars will not be unaware, climbing the ashes, incestuous routine, killing brothers and fathers, not uncommon, if we really follow the order of the great defense of etiquette and religion, these so-called children of the Heavenly Family who have done dirty things, it is not enough to be afraid of dying thousands of times, but the scholars who are well versed in the Spring and Autumn Period penmanship are like blind and deaf, and they still sing praises for virtue with a few strokes. As far as Zhu Xisheng, a disciple of Yili Sheng, is concerned, it is extremely pedantic to preserve heavenly principles and destroy people's desires, which violates the common sense of learning, and constantly reminds scholars to refrain from self-denial and revenge, but what is it? There are some sanctimonious, well-dressed hypocrites, people before and after, two faces, the front of people is a humble gentleman who denies himself and revenge, but the back of people is a greedy villain who hollows out his heart and drills camps, and the truth of resurrection is not applicable to this world, nature is evil, this discourse is the same as sex is good, all have gone to the extreme, the good and evil of human nature, can it be exhausted by just the truth? The good and evil of human nature are more difficult to guess than the operation of the heavenly way, good and evil are hanging and can not be really referred to, this is the truth, both the real finger, it has fallen into the extreme, the old Xiucai's standing in the world is completely different from the four sages and three sages, the sage said, the old Xiucai's knowledge is out, I am afraid that the world's common etiquette will all collapse, just like returning to the Spring and Autumn Troubled Times, but he forgot that after the Spring and Autumn Troubled Times, it is the prosperous era of a hundred schools of thought.

Without sighing, Lao Xiucai said lightly: "With Tianxian in your mouth, you rely on a mouthful of righteousness in your chest, but you don't have it, and I don't have it." ”

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said in surprise: "Then how did you trigger the rotation of this heavenly machine?"

Lao Xiucai said: "Without him, conscience is only, when you see a flower, you are a flower, when you don't see a flower, you and I are nothing, isn't this the order of reincarnation between heaven and earth?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian was stunned, and immediately laughed: "In this way, if I go to stop the saint, I will no longer have any scruples, this kind of heart-punishing theory, even the holy ancestor has never said it, you are really not a good thing, this meritorious knowledge, as well as this heart, the saint and the sub-saint, can't compare to you, hahahahahaha." ”

In the lonely wilderness, only the happy laughter of the middle-aged Confucian echoed in it, and there was a faint road, appearing in his heart lake, beside the road, covered with the wild grass of time, Lao Xiucai's words, like wildfire, burned the wild grass of this time.

Outside the firewood, Qing'er walked towards the middle-aged Confucian with a three-foot sword stained with a lot of dirt in her hand, her sideburns were also inserted in a delicate flower that had just been picked, but the arrival of this spring also made her lonely as snow heart, with ripples.

Lao Xiucai said: "Bury the sword Nanshan, you are really kind." ”

The middle-aged Confucian smiled slightly, folded a goose yellow plum blossom casually, walked in front of Qing'er, gently inserted his sideburns and said: "This flower, too cheesy, you still wear plum blossoms, the most suitable." ”

Qing'er handed the sword in his hand to the middle-aged Confucian scholar, tilted his head and looked for his own shadow in the bright eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, wanting to see how beautiful he was wearing plum blossoms.

The middle-aged Confucian smiled and touched Qing'er's soft hair, and said with a smile: "You wear plum blossoms, the most beautiful, just match your clothes, do you want to go out with me?"

Qing'er looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and seeing that his expression didn't seem to be fake, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes." ”

The middle-aged Confucian waved his hand to shake off the soil on the sword, pulled out the sword that had not been unsheathed for a long time, the cold light appeared, reflected in the eyes of Qing'er, the cold cold light, made people shudder, the sword of the school palace, in the words of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, although the rank is high, but it is too fake, the sword weapon is a gentleman's weapon, used for self-defense, but it must uphold the principle of hiding the weapon in the body, and the sword of the middle-aged Confucian is murderous, and there is no temperament that a gentleman's weapon should have.

This sword, the flying sword, is called:

Fellows.

With the son, repair my spear.

In an instant, Qing'er's eyes were full of smiles, the middle-aged Confucian did not lie to her, the cold light flashed suddenly, the flying sword was volleyed, and the clouds in the sky were pierced by this sword light.

The thunder in the virtual realm, rumbling, like the first thunder of early spring, will wake up all things that are dormant, this season, sting, it's time to come.

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In Longchang Town, the silence is abnormal, and when it comes to the fixed hour, no one wants to force up to discuss some mundane things in the daytime, and there are enough things in the daytime, so why bother to find yourself unhappy?

People say that husband and wife have been around for a long time, and love has become family affection, and the one lying on the pillow is not the lover who was diligently seeking at the beginning, but the partner who depends on each other for the rest of his life, which is the end of love.

The Li family's mansion in Tieshu Lane is immersed in gloomy sorrow, the red silk before the moon was left to be withdrawn in the daytime, replaced with plain white silk, and pulled into a big white flower, Li Zeming sat in the mourning hall, as if he had lost his soul, silent, the servants wore linen and filial piety, and were busy in the mansion, and the funeral was the same as the happy event, which needed to be handled in a big way, so that it seemed that the pomp and face of the family, and the eldest sister of the Lu family's little sister, the death of the little sister, made this already unfortunate woman seem to be worse.

Li Yuhuan, a Taoist priest in brocade, sat at the mouth of Tieshu Alley, boredly fiddling with the copper coins he had just collected in his hand, waiting for the arrival of the ghost.

According to his general temperament, instead of waiting for ghosts to come to the door, it is better to directly detain the gods of mountains and rivers and let them find them according to the context of the mountains and rivers, wouldn't it be more convenient, but, there are no gods of mountains and rivers in this Longchang Town, and the wish of Li Yuhuan, a Taoist priest in Jinyi, was disappointed, but he didn't want to take the initiative himself, so he could only squat at the mouth of this iron tree alley and wait for the ghosts to come to the door to throw himself into the net.

Anyway, the night is still long, so you can't rush.

In general with the brocade-clothed Taoist Li Yuhuan, as well as Wang Yuanbao and Chen Yue's situation, it is like a ghost pressing down and grabbing the essence, Wang Yuanbao is not at ease, so he is guarding in the floating alley, and in Chen Yue's old house, it is the Fox Hider guarding Chen Yue's side, after all, the ghosts and spirits are more or less afraid of dogs, so Wang Yuanbao is also more relieved.

Silence, deathly silence.

The clouds are out and the moon is bright, but the floating alleys under the snow-white moonlight are extraordinary. gloomy, there has been no one living here for a long time, there is only an old couple living in the alley, there is no popularity in this floating alley, Wang Yuanbao has already climbed an extremely hidden wall, and he is patrolling the sounds and actions in the alley with strong spirits.

Wang Yuanbao's heart has been echoing with Chen Yue's words, who wants to die, who is not greedy for the beauty of the world, but impermanence, is impermanence, even if you are good, the so-called cause and effect that should come, after all, it will still come, just like Cai Jing who died in the fireworks field, he is mean all day long, but people are cowardly and bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and there is no evil deeds, but who would have thought that he would die on the bed just because of a wedding dress?

Wang Yuanbao sighed, and somehow, remembered the things in the daytime, the little lady of the Lu family who had infinite scenery when she got married, just last night, she committed suicide by hanging herself from a beam for no apparent reason, this kind of impermanence in the world, Wang Yuanbao has a deep experience, if there is no impermanence in the world, at this time, maybe he is still on the peach blossom mountain, learning new scriptures, and spreading joy in the back mountain full of peach blossoms.

In the old house, Chen Yue leaned on the head of the bed, his face flushed abnormally, thinking wildly, some things that should have been forgotten, when he was a child, the porcelain dolls that were broken by himself, and the snow-white porcelain plate placed on the high pavilion, there were many people's names written on it, faintly, Chen Yue actually remembered the name written on the porcelain doll he broken, and the last word on it seemed to be a "treasure" , just for a moment, the picture in his mind was like a marquee, beating back and forth, there was no memory enough to make Chen Yue think for a long time, sometimes it was a piece of green onion cake given by a strange mother, sometimes it was a father with a serious face, holding a ring ruler to urge him to read hard, these are all memories hidden in Chen Yue's heart, and he is unwilling to share them with others.

The squat on a chair, spitting out the essence of water harvested in the rain yesterday, but his mind was on Chen Yue, the ghost pressed his body, grabbed the essence, but he could still hold on to such a time, but it had to make people suspicious, if it was not for the innate abundance of essence, it was the suppression of a clever person.

Looking at Chen Yue, who seemed to be returning to the light, the Hider inexplicably thought in his heart, the mellow gentleman who used to have Tianxian in his mouth, but just for a moment, the Fox Hider vetoed the idea in his heart, if it was really the mellow gentleman's, then let alone a ghost, even if it was a true dragon blood, don't think about getting close, but like Chen Yue, who was weak after being snatched of essence, how could he have the demeanor of the mellow gentleman with Tianxian in his mouth?

Although thinking like this, the Fox Hider still reined in its own "potential", the true dragon blood descendants all have the "potential" to deter spirits and ghosts, if there is still a cultivation in the four realms, the Fox Collector can easily strangle the ghost with "potential", but it has lost its cultivation, and if it does not converge at the moment, it is a little bigger, and the phoenix in distress is not as good as a chicken, this simple truth, the Fox Hider still understands.

At this moment, Chen Yue fell abruptly on the bed, convulsed incessantly, and narrowed his golden eyes, a faint golden light flickered in the depths of his eyes, and an extremely gloomy and depressing filthy aura was extremely abrupt in this floating alley.

This ghost is definitely not a ghost.

Wang Yuanbao also sensed this gloomy and oppressive filthy atmosphere, and hurriedly stared at Chen Yue's old mansion intently, but he didn't send anything, but Wang Yuanbao knew that this kind of ghost would naturally not appear easily, just like the two fox ghosts in the Lingguan Temple on the border of the Chiyan Dynasty, they did not show up easily, but first used various tricks to create an atmosphere, in order to create an illusion for people to get lost in it and be at their mercy.

The purple tire of martial arts slowly flowed, and the martial arts army hidden in the dantian of the Qifu was surging in the meridians of the arms, and the fist momentum of the first style of the Ding Fist had been achieved.

Wang Yuanbao quietly got off the wall and walked towards Chen Yue's old house.

A desolate and evil tone came from the outside of the floating alley, in the empty and unpopular alley, it was extremely demonic, Wang Yuanbao forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and walked slowly towards the old mansion.

Suddenly, a red figure floated from the mouth of the alley, a red wedding dress, long hair like ink, and a miserable white bone hand looming in the sleeves of the rolled coat, which made people feel furious.

seemed to feel the presence of Wang Yuanbao, the red figure stopped in the alley, Wang Yuanbao stared at the red figure tightly, and his fist was already condensed.

Suddenly, the laughter of a twenty-eight woman sounded in the alley, and at this time, the red figure raised its head......