Heavy rain is coming, and the ground is damp.

Yanchuan River is still the same as the original appearance, dripping to be caged in the rain, this is the original season should be the scene, Nanzhan Zhou now, is a good season for rice harvest, fish fat crab roe yellow, in fact, even if it is not this autumn harvest season, Yanchuan River will be shrouded in this dripping rain.

This is the first rain in Bailong Town, but it is also a rain that heralds a good harvest, the residents of the town, either sitting on the threshold of their own homes, or gathering in the wine shop, talking about the busy but fulfilling life that can be imagined after the rain, while the children, regardless of the heavy rain, on the bluestone paved road that has just been paved, running, laughing, and being suppressed by the atmosphere of the military towns on both sides, but completely released.

The Yanchuan River basin has become the Beiyang Dynasty and the Southern Chu Dynasty, the border towns on both sides of the border residents live, the military towns on both sides, since the years ago has begun to expand the military preparations, in addition to the elite divisions from Beiyang and Southern Chu from all over the country, the chief officers of the local military towns, also began to forcibly recruit strong men, this is reasonable, but, can eat well, have wives and children, which wants to fight?

pulled the strong man, but also as cannon fodder, or the people's husband, the people are much better than the cannon fodder, although they generally can't get money, but they don't have to go to the battlefield, they can eat enough, but this is just talking, it's really time to forcibly recruit the strong men, the young people of the military towns on both sides have a tacit understanding to flee together.

The border army did not dare to enter Yanchuan, this is the law summed up by the young men who escaped from the army, many of them do not study, but they are also like scholars, from the changes in the world, they have their own unique way of dealing with the world, it cannot be said that they do not have great wisdom.

Just as they thought, when these young men fled into the Yanchuan River, the armies of Nanchu and Beiyang, on the Yanchuan River, were also like the young men who escaped on these two sides, they had a very tacit understanding, hesitated, and watched these young men and their families, just like this, easily entered the Yanchuan River basin, wanting to catch them, but they had more than enough strength but not enough.

The past is not a legend, the soldiers in the military towns of Nanchu and Beiyang have all seen the gods of the Yanchuan River.

It was so deadlocked, at sunset, it rained again on the Yanchuan River, people were sleepy, and then there was heavy rain pouring down, this matter could only be like this.

However, the armies of Southern Chu and Beiyang were extremely tacitly understanding, and they all left behind the young men who fled into the Yanchuan River Valley, as if there had never been such an ordinary thing.

Who wants to fight?

No one is willing to fight in the season when there is already a prosperous and prosperous atmosphere, the superior said, the border of the two dynasties, will become a beacon of fire, flesh and blood, the reason why they tacitly forget, perhaps because, they also have a desire for peace in their hearts, with those young people who fled, together into the Yanchuan River.

Bailong Town has existed in Yanchuan River for a long time, and the Dajin Academy was in this Bailong Town, which has been uninhabited for a long time, although it has been in disrepair for a long time, but there is no problem with living in it, repairing houses, these young people are very good at it.

The fireworks were curling and the food was fragrant, and the Bailong Town rekindled the stove and smoke.

In the Dajin Academy, there is also the sound of reading aloud, the literary style of Nanchu is quite prosperous, and everyone has a studious heart, not to mention, the parents want their son to become Jackie Chan is the most important, the children on both sides of Nanchu and Beiyang are sitting on the same bookcase, under the same roof, and the teacher is the scholar who escaped together in the two military towns of Nanchu and Beiyang.

Now that the autumn harvest is falling, the children are also running like crazy, and in the academy, it is rare to have a clean time, but Jin Ruokun would rather be more lively and noisy in this academy, which seems to be the demeanor of the Dajin Academy back then.

"It's been a good year!"

"That's right, that's right, thanks to the blessing of the water god Niangniang, the wind and rain are smooth, so that there can be a bumper harvest this year, but we can't forget to give the water god Niangniang more offerings, this year's incense must be vigorous!"

People's hearts are so simple, but Xiao Yu, the water god in their mouths, never thought of asking for the incense of these people, but just removed the essence water transportation on the Yanchuan River a little, after all, the essence water transportation is not as beneficial to ordinary people as monks.

Jin Ruokun stood on the top of the mountain and watched everything in this White Dragon Town, with mixed tastes.

He knew very well whose handiwork it was.

I don't know when, Xiao Yu, the water god of the Yanchuan River, had already walked to Jin Ruokun's side, did not speak, but accompanied Jin Ruokun to watch everything under the mountain, fireworks in the world.

"Ah Yu, am I really wrong?"

Jin Ruokun suddenly asked, he actually already had the answer in his heart, but the luck in his heart was always

Make him want to ask someone else for the answer.

Xiao Yu, the water goddess of Yanchuan River, said: "Right and wrong are unprovoked, as long as you stick to your own truth." ”

Hearing this, Jin Ruokun laughed suddenly, there are many times, and there are many times when he knows more truth and knowledge, and it will always be complicated to look at the problems in the world.

"Hahaha, Ah Yu, you can be my teacher!"

When Xiao Yu heard this, his face turned red.

Since the early morning, because the dew is attached to the cold fragrance of the plum blossoms, the dew soaks the plum blossoms and gets wet.

The plum blossoms are all over the mountains, and the disciples of various sects on the cliffs are waiting for the beginning of the discussion in the cold fragrance of plum blossoms.

The closest to the disciples of Jingshan is the Thousand Machine Sect, the two sects have been friends since a hundred years ago, and even more so after a hundred years.

It is said that the head of the Thousand Machines Sect likes to extinguish the Ming, but these are just speculations without evidence.

This time, the lonely mountain said that the leader of the Thousand Machines Sect was about forty years old, and this grandmother was the second only elder of the Thousand Machines Sect to the head of the sect, and she broke the Divine Liang Wish in half a step.

And the cute girl standing next to Liang Yuan was the descendant disciple of the head of the Thousand Machines Sect, Chu Xingxing.

There were no sect elders from Taishang Mountain who came this time, and they were led by the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation of Taishang Mountain, from afar.

And there is no doubt that the Kyushu Sect must be the first person of the younger generation in the cultivation world, Yuan Huaitong.

Qingyao Sword sent Tao Ran, who was not inferior to Yuan Huai Tong.

Xuan Zhouzi was a little anxious, what the real person in charge of the sect told him was that the two uncles set off one step ahead of them, but they didn't come at this time, but the deeds of the two unreliable uncles arrived at the lonely mountain first.

"Look at that, brother!"

Looking in the direction of the fingers of the junior brothers around him, I saw two people walking leisurely on the only road up the mountain in Gushan, a man and a woman.

The man is not as handsome as a man, but more like a woman, and in terms of appearance, he is no less handsome than the most handsome from afar.

The female is heroic and abnormal, with a striking cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

The two people who came were Fang Yuan and Su Yousheng.

Yuan Huaitong's eyes have always been on Su Yousheng's body, if the most eye-catching among the younger generation is except Yuan Huaitong, it is Su Yousheng.

From afar, he was more interested in Fang Yuan, because Elder Xu from Taishang Mountain seemed to know this lazy handsome young man.

Ascending the cliff, a strand of Su Yousheng's long hair blocked in front of him, Fang Yuan stretched out his slender hand and carefully placed the strand of long hair behind Su Yousheng's ear.

Su Yousheng raised his head and asked, "Is my hair too long?"

Fang Yuan said: "No, it's too short, and it can't even touch the cold fragrance of plum blossoms." ”

The conversation between the two of them clearly reached everyone's ears, and Fang Yuan's gaze from a distance became even deeper.

Yuan Huai Tong snorted coldly and turned his head.

Xuan Zhouzi only felt that his worldview had collapsed, and Su Yousheng, who was extremely cold to people, did not reject Fang Yuan from touching her!!

"There must be a reason!"

This was the only thing that came to Xuan Zhouzi's mind.

The fireworks exploded in the sky, but there was no smell of fireworks, not because of the cold fragrance of plum blossoms, but because this fireworks were the soul of cold plum blossoms.

In the past, the Lonely Mountain Dao only participated in the sword dao competition, but since the uncle of the Ming Exterminator participated in the Shuxin Dao competition, Jingshan has one more item.

But the most criticized thing is that although no one can match the sword of the Ming Dynasty, his words are unflattering, really ugly, and even inferior to the words written by a three-year-old child.

In calligraphy, Xuan Ming is in the same vein as his senior brother Tianyi Zhenren.

The three words "Sword Intent Guang" on the gate of Jingshan Mountain are evidence, which was written by Tianyi Zhenren himself.

However, there is something more ugly than the two of them, that is, the master of Qingyu Academy, Ning Cao, as one of the four major academies, Qingyu Academy is the most unsightly to raise its head.

Because the signboard of the academy was written by Ning Cao, no one is allowed to take it off!

The morning mist disappeared under the ebb and flow of the tide, only setting off a gust of sea breeze, blowing.

In the thousands of acres of cold plums in the lonely mountain, there are bluestone bookcases.

In an instant, the bluestone bookcases were full of people.

The book is about the heart of the Tao.

The common ancestor of the four academies, Confucian sages, believed that words were like their people, and words were like their hearts, and gradually the chess game of competing with Dao Xin was replaced by calligraphy.

From afar and Yuan Huai Tong each occupied a book case, north and south opposed.

Tao Ran admires the strength of Yuan Huai Tong the most, for calligraphy.

He disdained the Dao Heart, what he was looking forward to was a sword fight.

Su Yousheng was the same, but Fang Yuan walked into the cold plum forest.

Xuan Zhouzi followed this Senior Uncle Fang curiously, he had also heard of the words of Xuan Ming, and had even seen the words written by Tianyi, he wanted to see who gave him the courage to dare to step into the cold plum forest by the new Uncle Yi Mofeng.

Fang Yuan picked a relatively quiet bluestone book case, and sitting opposite was a young female disciple of the Thousand Machines Sect.

Chu Xingxing of the Thousand Machine Sect saw Fang Yuan and trotted all the way, for no other reason, she wanted to see if Fang Yuan, a young man who was more handsome than a woman, was in the same vein as Tianyi Zhenren and Ming Zhenren.

When the female disciple of the Thousand Machines Sect saw Chu Xingxing coming, she hurriedly got up and saluted.

But Chu Xingxing said, "Don't worry about me, let's start quickly." ”

At this moment, from the depths of the cold plum forest, a crazy old man with pale yellow plum blossoms on his head floated out.

As he walked, he drank the wine from the gourd in his hand.

Fang Yuan picked up the pen and wrote the word "Fang" on the rice paper on the bookcase.

Authentic skinny gold body.

Chu Xingxing was a little disappointed, and he didn't want to say what was rumored that the writing that came out of the mirror mountain was ugly.

But at this time, the crazy old man with yellow flowers on his head took a sip of wine, looked at Fang Yuan's writing, and said: "It's too rough, the inheritance is too rigid, and there is no aura." ”

Chu Xingxing became interested when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "How did you see it?"

The crazy old man was very surprised by Chu Xingxing's surprise, and said, "If you want to learn, I'll teach you." ”

When Chu Xingxing heard this, he looked at the crazy old man's beautiful eyes, and there were little stars in them.

However, when the crazy old man was about to find fault with Fang Yuan's handwriting again, he saw that the face of the word suddenly changed color.

In the vicious ups and downs of the words, there was a sword intent with Haoran, not so much that Fang Yuan wrote words, but that he wrote a sword.

The crazy old man was a little embarrassed, and was about to take advantage of Chu Xingxing's inattention to slip away, but he was glued by Chu Xingxing.

"Grandpa, aren't you going to teach me?

Chu Xingxing went to chase the crazy old man.

The female disciple of the Thousand Machines Sect glanced at Fang Yuan's words, only to feel that Dao Xin had been stabbed by a sword, and it was extremely cold.

"I throw in the towel. ”

Xuan Zhouzi also saw Fang Yuan's words, Rao is sword heart is stable, and he couldn't help but shudder.

This Uncle Fang is not simple.

Fang Yuan nodded, took out the Danding pot and took a sip of wine, waiting for the arrival of the next one.

The crazy old man with yellow flowers on his head just now is named Lu Zhenyi, who is the junior brother of the master of Baixiao Zhai, and he has a unique calligraphy and painting, but he is a little crazy in doing things, but he has a little pure heart.

On the other hand, on the bookcase of Yuan Huai Tong and Cong from afar, no one can survive a moment before his heart misses, and even more so, he just glanced at it and retreated.

Now the opponent from afar is an old monk, and the Dao heart rivalry between the two is the realm of forgetting things and me.

"How long is life?"

"Between diets. ”

"How far is life?"

"Between breaths. ”

"Where is the chasm at the ends of the earth?"

"Between you and me. ”

The old monk's question, word by word, but always stayed on the way to ask, and finally fell behind.

In fact, from afar and on the paper in front of the old monk, there were only two words written.

Ask and realize.

Asking questions and enlightenment are like the white clouds in the sky and the earth on the earth.

Although the clouds are high, they have no foundation, and when the wind blows, they scatter and drift in all directions.

Although the soil was born from dust, it has experienced the baptism of wind, frost, snow and rain, and the crushing of the soles of the wheels.

The old monk sees that the clouds are Buddhism, and the mirror flowers and water are as empty as the moon.

Looking at the soil from a distance is the Tao, although it is easy to obtain, it is the most difficult to understand.

Win or lose instantly.

The old monk laughed miserably: "It's the poor monk who lost, and he actually regarded the Flower and Leaf Bodhi Buddhism as an illusion and a sin." ”

From afar, he said, "How can it be a sin for the master to find a different way for Buddhism?"

The old monk sang the Buddha's horn and withdrew gloomily.

Yuan Huaitong looked at Yuan Huaitong indifferently from afar, and also looked at Yuan Huaitong from afar, and the two of them will definitely have a fight.

It's about the heart of the Dao, and it's also about the avenue that the two of them adhere to in their hearts.

Calligraphy, after all, is still the heart of the Dao.