The rain seemed to be still for a moment, and the various sounds in the surrounding world were also abruptly heard in the clanging sound of the falling white wine cup, Zhang Zaihou got up, walked to the window, stretched out his hand as if picking a fruit, and picked a crystal clear raindrop into his hand.

Wang Yuanbao watched this scene, although he had also seen similar methods or methods, but none of the things he had seen could be as lifeless as Zhang Zaihou, just the most ordinary casual toss, there was actually the ability to solidify the flow of time, with Wang Yuanbao's perception that he was now among the five realms of martial arts, and he was not able to capture the slightest change in the flow of time.

The raindrops rotated back and forth on Zhang Zaihou's fingertips, and suddenly, on the raindrops on Zhang Zaihou's fingertips, there was a touch of colorful light reflected from the raindrops, although it was only an instant, but it was enough to move people's hearts.

It moved, like the beautiful jade in the world, and people couldn't help but worry about whether it would fall suddenly, and the jade shattered on the ground, Zhang Zaihou seemed to be tired of playing, and flicked the raindrops whose fingertips were no more than the size of rice grains and flicked them to Wang Yuanbao's eyebrows: "Don't block it, accept it." ”

The voice of the full of air and categorical stopped, and Wang Yuanbao, who was about to raise his hand to block the raindrops, this is human instinct, completely subconscious, for unknown things, the first thing to do is not to accept, but to resist, since ancient times, only time will make people see through, but still can't change this instinct.

Like the raindrops of beautiful jade flying to Wang Yuanbao's eyebrows at the same time, that touch of colorful light, constantly emerging, falling on the eyebrows, a burst of coolness, suddenly from the eyebrows to the heart, the body is as if immersed in the ice spring of the June summer, refreshing and clear, all in the world, too fast, is not good, when the momentum is like a bamboo, you must also remember, kill a thousand, self-damage eight hundred, hold a knife to break the bamboo, although there is no obstacle all the way, but the blade will eventually be damaged because of this bamboo, a drink and a peck, are all the cause and effect of the law, today's cause, tomorrow's fruit, not not Zhang, but the time has not come, even if the beginning is not good, just like the heart of the heart of the demon seeds, fall into the heart lakeIf it is not removed in time, the cause and effect relationship will inevitably affect the future.

And Zhang Zaihou with "raindrops" Breaking through, want to do, but not just want to break Wang Yuanbao's heart demon seeds, Confucian knowledge for the guidance of people's shortcuts, not as Buddhism as Daigo empowerment, all the truth, all instilled into the hearts of the people, just for an epiphany, to achieve the fruit position; is not the Taoist Dynasty heard that the Tao can die at the end of the extreme, but follow the good inducement, Wang Yuanbao has already planted the seed of reading in his heart, but also through the nourishment of many sages and sages, has sprouted, Zhang Zaihou now to do, is to let the reading seed grow thoroughly.

Entering the world and being born, this is the choice of the knowledge of the hundred schools of thought, the most Taoist knowledge, the humanity is insignificant, the immortal road is boundless, the search for the immortal mountain, retreat and practice, do not ask about the affairs of the world, only cultivate the way of immortality, in the world, no one is the right of the Taoist.

In the study of entering the WTO, although Buddhism is in the red dust, it is quiet in the noisy, saying that it is the extradition of the red dust idiot, but it is clearly distinguished from the red dust, and the rest of the hundreds of sons, the Legalists are heavy on punishment and strict law, and the world is governed by heavy rules, and the merchants are heavy on profits, and the way of merchants is in the world, and the famous people are renamed, they require to judge by name and truth, and the Mohists are heavy and love non-attack, and eliminate the injustices of the world.

Confucianism can be thoughtful, it is tolerant, and all this knowledge is inclusive in the red earthly world, and it is not contradictory.

Utilitarianism is the shortcut to the end of the people's hearts, and Confucianism, the reason why it can occupy the cultural context of the world, is not only the teachings of the teachings, but also the outspokenness of the utilitarianism of the people's hearts.

Everyone likes utilitarianism, just like worshipping Buddha and praying to God, if there is a need, any god can enjoy incense, but if it is not needed, it can also be thrown out of the door like garbage, and the utilitarianism of people can be seen from this.

Although Wang Yuanbao has learned a lot of things, but for the utilitarianism of the heart, it is as secretive as deep, eager to walk the rivers and lakes, still has that compassionate and sad pedantic thoughts, although yearning for love, but to the heart of the so-called famous religion suppressed and bound, extremely contradictory, for others, although the same fate of the two bridges are broken, as well as three schools of knowledge and methods, no matter how there is a dragon and yin god entrenched in the heart lake, it should also be among the eight realms of martial arts and even the ninth realm, rather than the current wandering in the three or five realms.

This is where it comes to the roots.

People can't be too contradictory, and they can't be contradictory, and between the two, there is a balance of degrees, the reason why Wang Yuanbao is wandering now, and his mood is unstable, is that he has not grasped the degree in his heart, although the difference is a millimeter, but it can be lost thousands of miles.

Sect Master Xie made him indulge in the yin and flowing water, in order to cut off the mercy and sorrow of Laoshizi in his heart, Fang Liang asked him

Heart Lake, in order to make him firm in the truth in his heart, Lao Xiucai let him sword Taiyue, in order to get rid of his shackles and burdens, the front and back are all for the variables of the world, so why not take advantage of the situation?

I don't have the courage to be afraid of the law of my ancestors, but I can entrust it to my cheap little brother.

Zhang Zaihou looked at Wang Yuanbao, who was immersed in the strange realm, and said with a smile: "In this case, junior brother, you might as well have a big dream in your own heart lake now, what does this need, it all depends on your heart, we people, in the end, are only external forces, we need to turn the world upside down, we must first subvert ourselves." ”

As he spoke, he took Wang Yuanbao's wine cup, poured himself a glass of wine, and said slowly: "If you look at it from the person who has changed, the world will not be in a moment. ”

The flowing water of time, which was already imprisoned, flowed slowly on the second floor of this Xianyang wine shop at this moment, and only flowed around Wang Yuanbao, but the speed was far faster than the original time by hundreds and ten, if ordinary people approached for no reason, they were afraid that they would age rapidly until they died, and it was only in the blink of an eye.

This is the hegemony of Confucian means, although the teachings are earnestly taught when indoctrination, but there is also the power of thunder in the hands, which is the reason why Confucianism and gentlemen are not afraid of war.

Now this Xianyang wine shop, or the entire Luguo Street where it is located, has become Zhang Zaihou's small world, in which he is like the high god, every thought and word, can be said with the law, there is the power to destroy the world, of course, only in this small world.

In the palace city, on top of the most superb palace pavilion, there is a person who has been paying attention to the changes on Lu Guo Street.

He felt the most keenly about the abnormality of the flow of time, and after hesitating for a while, he still knocked on the wat board in his hand, and a dull sound sounded in the palace.

But uncharacteristically, no one responded.

Doubts came to my heart, could it be that there was no one who could take on this Jiankangjing? Such a blatant attempt to manipulate the time in Jiankangjing was really a slap in the face of the royal family.

And just as he was thinking nonsense, a young man in a white dragon fish suit walked upstairs, looked at the loyal old man, and said helplessly: "Uncle Ming, you don't have to pay attention to the movements of Lu Guojie anymore, you are the master of Zhongnan Academy." ”

Hearing this, the doubts in the old man's heart disappeared, and it turned out to be him.

A young man dressed in a white arowana suit walked to the top of the palace, which was not wet by the rain, because there was a pavilion built to it.

"Uncle Ming, you say, if I rearrange this Jiankang Jing, will it be much better than what Master expects?"

The old man didn't speak, just knocked on the wat board in his hand, three long and one short, which fell into the ears of the young man in the white dragon fish suit, and smiled, the young man knew that this was Uncle Ming saying that he didn't know.

"Even that fish Huai'en is dead, King Zhao, shouldn't there be a straw, the last straw that overwhelms the camel? ”

This time, it's two long and three short.

"Hahaha, sure enough, it's Uncle Ming, you can see it thoroughly!"

King Zhao is the young man in the white dragon fish suit today, and between his eyebrows, he has the coldness and ruthlessness that he should not have at his age.

"Then we'll just wait and see. ”

The tone was flat, but the old man who was called Uncle Ming by King Zhao couldn't help but shudder, he used to be because of such a bland sentence, and he fell to the point where he is now.

As if seeing the old man's fear, King Zhao, who was dressed in a white dragon fish, smiled and said, "Uncle Ming, when this is done, you can go home." ”

Wat Ban was in a hurry, as if he had received great grace, and Uncle Ming was thanking.

The corners of King Zhao's mouth rose, and he sneered, he didn't have the so-called line of work.

Slowly walked down the palace, waved his hand, a brocade-clothed guard stepped forward, and King Zhao said: "When the time comes, wipe it." ”

The guard smiled coldly, he knew what to do.

King Zhao hummed a minor tune in Jiankang Jingzhong and walked down the palace, but what he was thinking in his heart was, which official lady should go to the Jiaofang Division to favor today?

Luguo Street, Xianyang Liquor Store.

Wang Yuanbao seemed to have fallen asleep, and when he opened his eyes, it was sunny, and the place he was in was not a wine shop.

"You're awake, drink this bowl of decanting soup. ”

The woman's voice sounded in her ears, and Wang Yuanbao looked up, but it was a woman wearing an ordinary coarse cloth dress, green silk like a waterfall, but her face was not very clear.

Wang Yuanbao lay on the bed and took the decanting soup handed by the woman, which was extremely natural and subconscious, as if it should have been like this.

The woman smiled softly, which made people happy.

It was just the shouting outside the door that broke the gentleness.

"Lady of the Wang family, come out quickly, your Ying'er has fallen into the water!"

The woman's face turned pale suddenly, and she couldn't care about Wang Yuanbao, so she hurriedly rushed out.

Wang Yuanbao felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if something extremely important had been completely taken away, and the sobering soup in his hand, along with the bowl, fell to the ground and fell apart.

He hurriedly got out of bed and rushed out the door, but what he saw was a scene he didn't want to see anyway.

On the broken straw mat, the body of a girl who had turned blue lay silently on it, and the woman, or rather, Wang Yuanbao's wife, was beside the corpse, tears raining down.

Wang Yuanbao had a hint of enlightenment, but he didn't catch it, he had a wife and a daughter.

Walking to the corpse in despair, Wang Yuanbao didn't know what to do, just stared blankly at the once fresh life, and now the silence.

The woman threw herself into Wang Yuanbao's arms and cried loudly.

There is no greater sorrow than this.

The white-haired person sends the black-haired person, this kind of sadness, who has not experienced it, can only watch from the sidelines.

People's joys and sorrows are not connected.

In the blink of an eye, there was another burst of darkness, and Wang Yuanbao seemed to be dozens of years old.

When I opened my eyes again, it was full of devastation, and the familiar village was raging with war, and the stubborn rebels burned and looted in the village, and the women who were killed and ruined were scattered all over the village.

Wang Yuanbao suddenly woke up, he should go to find his wife!

With a goal, Wang Yuanbao walked and dodged in the village in the fire, and he did not let go of any alley or house.

Until I heard a woman screaming.

An overly young boy was pressing his wife, tearing her dress, and only close-fitting clothes were left on his upper body, but the young rebel laughed as if he had obtained a treasure.

Wang Yuanbao felt a burst of anger in his heart, he couldn't suppress it, he rushed towards the young rebel, but his feet were weak and he fell to the ground.

And the young rebel continued, and in his eyes at the moment, there was only this woman who was pressed under him.

Wang Yuanbao struggled to get up, but found that the only thing he could rely on was his fists, and the power that could easily kill all the rebels was gone!

However, the screams of the wife keep echoing in my ears!

Wang Yuanbao rushed forward and smashed his fist on the head of the young rebel, and the instant explosion knocked the young rebel to the ground, he was just a teenager after all.

Taking off his coat, Wang Yuanbao hugged his wife tightly, and at this moment, he really felt warmth and fear.

But he still has nothing to do.

Wang Yuanbao picked up a huge bluestone, let go of his wife, and walked towards the young rebel who had not yet recovered his senses.

"Big brother, don't kill me! I'm wrong! Please! Don't kill me, I still have an old lady at home!"

Wang Yuanbao didn't hear it, walked in front of the young rebel, swung the bluestone to death, and smashed it down, if he committed a crime, don't think about being forgiven!

One after another, the young rebels were under the heavy blow of the bluestone, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

It was dark again.

When Wang Yuanbao opened his eyes again, it was still sunny, and the familiar village was full of smoke.

And the woman, looking back at him, smiled.

The blurred face became clear, it was Qingluan, it was Su Yousheng.

"It's the smell of fireworks in the world, it's time to wake up. ”