Spring is not too late, and Vientiane is renewed.

The spring in the north always comes much later than in the south, after the Shangsi Festival, the weeping willow is only able to germinate the goose yellow bud head, for Tai'an, the capital of the Beiyang Dynasty in the south of Zhanzhou, it is close to late autumn at this time, and after winter, it is spring.

Wang Yuanbao in addition to walking the pile every day to practice boxing, there are more things to do, inexplicable river culture, silent fish also jumped out of the water, although Zhang Sui is stubborn, but is not a three-year-old child who does not understand the world, although the mother does not say hardship, the tired smile every day, after all, it makes people feel distressed, fishing is not only fun, but also Zhang Sui's way to supplement the family.

Monks don't eat fish, even the monk Wang Yuanbao, who has returned the vulgarity, doesn't eat it.

Wang Yuanbao, a young monk who has returned to the vulgar, has always warned himself in his heart that the bowl of water is 84,000 insects, which is killing, and eating fish is even more killing.

Fishing is a patient work, self-cultivation, cultivation of sentiment, and cultivation of temperament, all of which are elegant benefits of fishing, but Zhang Sui's purpose is much more utilitarian, isn't fishing just for eating? Having said that, but the most fishing each time is Wang Yuanbao, and half of the fish that Zhang Sui brought back is Wang Yuanbao's credit.

The young man's heart is jumping, and he can't bear to wait, and Wang Yuanbao's boxing and walking pile is a water grinding kung fu, if he can't hold his breath, everything is empty talk.

If you rest for a few more days, I am afraid that Longchang Town will open the door one morning, and there will be a lot of dying men on the street, wailing and shouting hunger.

Add charcoal to the fire, Wang Yuanbao is easy to do, most of the men who help the idle are some old oil, no one is watching, the kung fu of stopping work and stealing idle is skilled, and the favorite thing to do is to talk about meat jokes and sour songs, when it comes to the rise, the upper and lower hands are naturally indispensable, causing laughter, but it is also happy, so happy, but Wang Yuanbao, a pure-minded young man, listened to it red-faced, although there are many meat jokes and sour songs in the play, but after all, there are no such people who help idle men say so explicitly, literati and ink writers crepe, the market people are sour, the preferences of this world are about so, down-to-earth, in the eyes of literati and ink writers, it is cheesy, but as everyone knows, the people in the market also think that the so-called elegance is just an anachronistic drag.

There is even a man surnamed Cai among the idle men, pinching the orchid fingers of the play on the stage, babbling and singing the song "Houting Flower" from the fireworks of Southern Chu, that charming posture and eyes, compared to the gold and silver platform of the fireworks in Southern Chu, the top brand of the Qingqi people in the willows of Zhangtai, not to mention much, but sung by a rough man, the performance is vivid, and it can't help but make people sweat.

Wang Yuanbao endured the evil sweat and laughter, and kept chanting from the books of the sages in the school, "Don't look at incivility, don't speak incivility, don't listen to incivility." ”

The man surnamed Cai is cowardly by nature, not like a man, but like a soft and weak girl, who helps the evil tastes in the idle, often hands him up and down, and the verbal bullying and ridicule are naturally not less, and the witty person also gave him the nickname "Cai Niangzi".

And turning her head, this Cai Niangzi is extremely mean to Wang Yuanbao, and the weak bully those who speak, although they do not have a deliberate heart, but they are always an appearance of inferiority.

At the end of the day, dragging his tired body, Wang Yuanbao walked towards the small courtyard of Zheliu Lane, even though the "Dripping Stone Wearing" style of "Regret Ding Boxing" practiced a little meaning, and the amount of food also increased a lot, but every day like this, the body really couldn't hold on.

That's pretty much how hard life is.

Scholars open and close their mouths, "The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically." "But how many can really taste the hardships of the world?

Among the sages, there is a Mr. Lianxi who travels far away, wearing a robe and clothes, serving Xianda without a mouth, and also reading the truth in this hardship, but since Mr. Lianxi, there are many people who read at night with red sleeves and incense, and there are really few who are willing to travel and study hard.

These are Wang Yuanbao's views from the book, Mr. Fang has never taught him except for the deep lecture, but the books in the school are for him to read, and he does not explain, the ordinary difficult articles are read in Wang Yuanbao, although I don't understand, but after a long time, he has also raised a chronic child, reading must be calm, and the chronic child can see the avenue in the book, such as grinding, like chewing bones, eating marrow and knowing the taste, and naturally like to read.

If you don't understand, don't seek to understand.

If you understand, you can encourage the shadow.

"Wang Yuanbao, you wait for me!"

Chen Yue's shout came from behind him, Wang Yuanbao stopped, waited until Chen Yue came to his side and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Yue?"

Those who are close to Chen Yue call him "Brother Yue", hearing Wang Yuanbao call him Brother Yue, Chen Yue smiled honestly, hugged Wang Yuanbao's shoulders and said with a smile: "Let me tell you good news, my master is going to accept apprentices, are you interested? My master said that walking in the world, it is better to have a craft than to have a body of strength, and yes, no matter how difficult it is, you can't be hungry for a craftsman." ”

Hearing this, Wang Yuanbao was stunned, Feng Blacksmith is a swordsmith with a Ming canon body in the Sword Weapons Department, and there are hundreds of taels of harvest every ten years, he accepts apprentices, if he inherits the mantle, it is the staff of the Sword Weapons Department, which is much higher than the status and salary of the helper.

But looking at Chen Yue's honest smile and the enthusiasm in his eyes, Wang Yuanbao said, "What about you, Brother Yue?"

Chen Yue scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "My master thinks I'm too stupid, it's right to find another apprentice, it's a big deal that I can help." ”

Suddenly, Wang Yuanbao's eyes were hot, and he said seriously: "Brother Yue, what your master said must be angry words, you can't take it seriously, the apprentices who inherit the mantle in the world, which one is not chosen by the master, the angry words can't be true, hurry back and make amends, besides, even if it's true, I can't go, Mr. Fang, I want to learn the sage truth, if I learn to cast a sword, then what's going on?"

"Hey, what a fool, it's so stupid not to go if it's beneficial!" Cai Niangzi fiddled with her thick waist, so she was not "charming" or sarcastic without jealousy.

When Chen Yue heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said: "What, this Cai Niangzi doesn't want to work in the Sword Weapons Department, and it is also a small temple, how can it accommodate a great god like Cai Niangzi?"

Cai Niangzi, who still wanted to sarcastically say a few more words about Wang Yuanbao, heard this, and hurriedly laughed: "I'm just joking, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously, I'll leave." ”

Looking at Cai Niangzi, who was walking away, Wang Yuanbao said: "Brother Yue, go back quickly, let your master wait in a hurry, you will be scolded." ”

Chen Yue said: "Next time this Cai Niangzi bullies you again, just tell me, a person who is dozens of years old, and he still has such a small belly, it is enough." ”

"Good. ”

But Wang Yuanbao didn't plan to say that Cai Niangzi was also a poor person, although she was mean, she still had a good heart.

With that, Chen Yue took a step and ran back to the Sword Division.

Looking at Chen Yue's back, Wang Yuanbao remembered the senior brother in the Peach Blossom Temple who loved him very much, and he was as tall as Chen Yue, with a pure heart that was extremely sincere to everyone, but unfortunately, the day is not a holiday, when the epidemic passes, people are gone, Wang Yuanbao at that time did not know what death was, but at that time the senior brother went to a far away place, but now in retrospect, it will always be inexplicably sad.

The old monk Gu Liangchan said, "Being born is a process of waiting for death." ”

Be forgiving, and forgiving.

Halfway through March, the weather has already begun to warm up, and many street vendors and storytellers have also started their business of walking.

There was a fortune teller on the side of Folding Willow Lane.

Zhou Yishushu and other side techniques come from Taoism, but those who are really willing to eat through this magic in the world are no one else except for the Taishang Dao Sect and the "Dao Idiot" in the Heavenly Mountain Immortal Concept.

The journey of the Great Dao is simple, and the Great Dao of Eternal Life is even more important from the beginning to the end, and the monks under the upper five realms are diligently meditating and practicing qi, or entering the world to practice, and if they do not enter the golden pill, they will not be able to truly enter the Dao.

The number of Zhou Yishu of the characters in the upper five realms is also mostly a deduction of calamity, for the fortune of the noble and cheap future, do not bother to do it at all, the foot stall fortune telling, maybe there are real means, but most of them are charlatans, just guess the hearts of the people, the world wants to hear good words, not to mention whether it is true or false, fortune tellers and fortune seekers, well versed in the key, natural business is prosperous, and the wealth is extensive.

There is no contradiction between the people of the world seeking peace, and the fortune tellers seeking fortune and fortune tellers seeking a wide range of wealth.

There are many people of all ages in Longchang Town, who believe more than the Tao, so the business of fortune tellers is very prosperous.

Even the young man of the Li family is also asking for a good marriage, and the result is naturally that the two families are happy, the young man of the Li family is blessed in his life, and he will definitely marry a bride with a prosperous husband and son next year, and the fortune teller crown has dozens of taels of hexagram gold.

Wang Yuanbao walked the pile to practice boxing every day, and did not care about the female crown at the entrance of the alley.

It's just that every time the female crown at the entrance of the alley looks at Wang Yuanbao's eyes, there is always a sense of indescribability, the one on Zhengyang Mountain seems to be good at skilling for a few weeks, but she never shows her true face, folding willows, this stays.

What a name.

It's just that it is getting closer to the end of the day, and the cloud of Xuanhuang gas placed in the gourd placed by Wang Yuanbao at the head of the bed is getting thicker and thicker.

The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is yellow.

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Inside the school, under the ancient acacia.

The middle-aged Confucian and Xu Chi talked about Guhuai, whether they were scholars or generals who commanded a party, they all knew how to play chess, but those who really knew how to play chess really had to work hard.

The six arts of a gentleman are the deepest in chess.

Xu Chi insisted on the black first, the fall of the son of vertical and horizontal, like an iron horse, galloping on the wasteland, unstoppable, the way of chess contains the most truth, soldiers, Taoism, Confucianism, Yin and Yang, the knowledge of the vertical and horizontal family can be derived on the chessboard, as for how much, all depend on their own understanding, in the end, playing chess is the heart.

The middle-aged Confucian is Mr. Fang, he fell into the white son, step by step, like a copper wall, difficult to break, such as sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, let him wind and waves, momentum like a rainbow, I treat it indifferently.

For a long time, Xu Chi abandoned his son and did not speak.