The sound of books in the school is loud, but Mr. Fang is not in a hurry to look at the old books on the table, although it is the handwriting of the bold lyricist in the troubled times of the Spring and Autumn Period, which contains the context of luck, but all Mr. Fang's interest at this time is on the seemingly restrained Pu Jia.

"When you came, have you ever seen Wang Yuanbao?" Mr. Fang sat under the shade of Huai and didn't get up, just asked lightly, just like a casual conversation, the parents were short, and it was okay to say that anyone was okay.

Pu Jia raised her head, and a strange color flashed in her deep eyes like Qiutan, but she still replied: "I saw it, but I didn't want to touch it, so I used some means to dodge it." ”

Mr. Fang casually picked up a locust leaf that fell in the wind and said: "What Xu Bailu has done these days is very different from what he usually does, as if he has changed as a person, these are estimated to be better known to you than me, I won't pick it out, but I still have to warn you to keep the rules." ”

When Pu Jia heard this, she lost her previous look, and sneered: "Rules, what rules? Out of this Longchang Town, are your rules still useful?"

Between the tones, there is a lot of irony.

But Mr. Fang didn't hear it, as if it wasn't him who was mocking, he just stopped reading the book, looked up indifferently at Pu Jia, who was sneering, and said: "Xu Bailu's ascension to the throne is a good time for you to get out of trouble, and the rules I set up in Longchang Town are indeed useless, but you, a true dragon blood descendant, out of Longchang Town, can you resist the blow of the monks of the Five Realms with only one dynasty?" Don't say that I, a scholar, have suppressed you for hundreds of years, not to mention those who have already touched the threshold of ascension, Longchang Town back then was not called Longchang. ”

Pu Jia only felt that the "Little Dragon Palace" in the heart lake A burst of instability, bloody killing gas, suddenly surging, this Longchang Town hidden underground, is enough to make many true dragon blood descendants for the cold killing gas, the ancient sword immortals, the most like dragon slaying preaching, although there is a reason to eliminate harm, but after all, I still want to try the dragon slaying skills for the sake of the majority, and before the collapse of Tangtang Cave Sky, the name of this Longchang Town, and now, only one word, the inexplicable river and the Tsing Yi River of Nanzhan Zhou, the water veins are inherited, and the water transport is also the same, which is also the basis for the South Zhan Zhou and Kyaukjiao Zhou to be one.

Longchang Town, the original name, is the Dragon Slaying Field.

The difference between one word and the difference of a thousand miles is a thousand miles.

In the Qiutan-like eyes, the crimson light was completely shocked by this killing aura, and the "Little Dragon Palace" above the heart lake was somehow unable to mobilize the cultivation of the Jindan realm.

But Pu Jia didn't bow her head because of this, but laughed louder and louder.

"Five hundred years of suppression, five hundred years of imprisonment, and five hundred years of cramps and bone pulling, isn't it enough? I just want to know, what is the truth written in your books, is it wrong? That's right, I am a chess piece, my own direction, naturally I can't come by myself, I know, I broke the game you laid out, I don't want Wang Yuanbao to be my master, so what? chess piece, I've done enough!"

Suddenly, the killing aura dissipated without warning, and the originally bloody Gu Huai also returned to calm, leaving no trace, although the school was already calm, but the fear in Pu Jia's heart did not subside at all, the fear from the blood was far from being able to overcome overnight, she was like a drowning person at the moment, gasping for breath.

Mr. Fang got up and said lightly: " You don't have to think that the bloody killing in Longchang Town will be exhausted because of the flow of time for thousands of years, how are you and Xu Bailu, whether it is a Taoist couple or a master and servant, in the future battle of the Great Road, you must not interfere, now this game of chess in Longchang Town, you can be an outcast, but Xu Bailu can't, that's his own choice, even his closest relatives can't stop it, what you owe Wang Yuanbao can't be paid off in the end, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, since you have chosen, if you intervene again, don't think that I will stand by, I am just a scholar, and I can still suppress you, not to mention those people in the Five Realms who are for fame and fortune？”

Pu Jia still sneered, "You are just a corrupt Confucian who seeks fame and fortune, you have always said that I owe Wang Yuanbao, so what about you? Among the disciples in the room, Han Shen and Jiang Ayuan, how much do you value and try your best to cultivate, what about Wang Yuanbao? Qualifications are mediocre, you treat him like this, what qualifications do you have to say that I owe him? You are like a gambler, if it is beneficial to you, you will bet, and if it is not profitable, it will be perfunctory, this is your qualification? I've just chosen a path that is good for me, so what's more real than you who spend all day striking, scheming!"

Silence, the sound of books in the school, mixed with the wind blowing the leaves, Mr. Fang glanced at Pu Jia deeply, and did not answer, the criticism in the school palace is not as sharp as Pu Jia said, people's hearts are selfish, why don't they hide a little selfishness?

In the end, he still can't get rid of the barrier of fame and fortune, Fang Liang once asked Lao Xiucai about the opportunity to preach, Lao Xiucai just sighed and didn't answer, but the bright moon that day was like day, and there was no need to light the lamp at night to study, but Lao Xiucai lit a lamp in front of Fang Liang, the lantern was bright, the moon was in the sky, the breeze came, and there was no such beautiful scenery in Longchang Town.

Lao Xiucai said: "You look at the bright moon or the lamp, which one is brighter?"

Fang Liang said without thinking: "Naturally, it is the bright moon in the sky. ”

Lao Xiucai said: "Why?"

Fang Liangdao: "The bright moon is in the sky, the bright moon is like day, who doesn't raise his head to look at the moon, this lamp, only the stars shine, the wind blows, suddenly falls into darkness, how can it compete with the bright moon? ”

Lao Xiucai only smiled faintly and did not answer.

With a wave of his hand, the bright moon was hidden in the fog, and Longchang Town, which was originally illuminated by the moonlight as if it was daylight, suddenly fell into darkness.

Lao Xiucai asked again, "What about now?"

Fang Liang hesitated at this time, but still said, "Now the lights are naturally on." ”

Lao Xiucai said: "Why?"

Fang Liangyi was speechless for a while, unable to answer.

At this time, Lao Xiucai slowly spoke: " The bright moon on the horizon is too far away, but it makes people yearn for it, and the lights in front of you, the stars, are naturally not as bright as the bright moon, but after all, it is also a light, the bright moon is not often, and the lights are the most common, ask a way, such as holding the lights, climbing the mountain to find the traces of the bright moon, the things on the mountain road, no lights, is not clear, and without the bright moon, it is equivalent to no thoughts, and then there are lights, what can you do?

The moon and the lights are all bright.

One is the moon in the heart, and the other is the lamp in front of the eyes.

Which doesn't light up?

"Don't forget, the wine buried by Widow Sun's family under the peach blossom tree in the backyard, but it's been some years, don't forget to steal it for me, alas, the wine I bought is still not stolen after all!"

............

Mr. Fang is also Fang Liang, looking at Pu Jia, it seems that he wants to look directly at Pu Jia's heart, and the "Little Dragon Palace" above Pu Jia's heart lake suddenly trembled, not the coercion of the killing qi, nor the deterrence of Mr. Fang by virtue of cultivation, but a plain and indifferent question, and the question asked was also the question that Lao Xiucai said.

Is the light on, or the moon?

Pu Jia is just like Mr. Fang back then, she can't answer, the lamp and the bright moon, she doesn't have it, she only has an obsession to pursue freedom, that is, with this obsession, she almost shakes Mr. Fang's state of mind that has not fluctuated for many years.

Mr. Fang stood against the light, and thousands of rays of light burst out from behind him, and a majestic righteousness was born, like the stars in the sky, and like the rivers and mountains in the world.

Mr. Fang said: "The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue. The world is bustling, and everyone needs to live on this land. ”

Pu Jia lost her mind for a while.

............

When Wang Yuanbao passed by Yulong Lane, he found that there was also a fortune teller at the mouth of Yulong Lane, where traders who usually don't even want to go to the rivers and lakes, to ask about the future, and the stall owner was a brocade-clothed Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown.

The sign on the side of the hexagram stall only reads two big characters "not allowed".

Ordinary fortune-telling hexagram stalls are all written on the top of the sign to know five hundred years before and after five hundred years, and it is not allowed to say that you don't want money, how can there be a Taoist priest like this, and directly write the word "not allowed" on the sign, isn't this not not wanting to make money?

But the more so, the more appealing it becomes.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

This truth is still very deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but the brocade-clothed Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown is a strange temper, ordinary people go to ask the hexagram directly and say that it doesn't count, even if the eldest young master of the merchant heard about this, he took hundreds of taels of silver and asked the brocade-clothed Taoist to calculate the hexagram, but he scolded him back, if it weren't for the mouth of this dragon alley, I am afraid that this brocade-clothed Taoist priest would have already beaten the eldest young master of the merchant to Longchang Town, these things, Wang Yuanbao listened to the words of those idle men in the Sword Weapons Department, after all, the conversation when he was bored has not been new for a long time。

It's just that Wang Yuanbao came to Yulong Lane to meet Mr. Fang, but he didn't have the time to tell the hexagram, Zi didn't say anything strange and confused, this is what the book said, the hexagram can be regarded as a strange, so naturally you can't believe it.

Wang Yuanbao glanced at the richly dressed brocade-clothed Taoist, but saw that he was not as old as he imagined, but very young, but according to the idle man who helped the sword department, there was no hair on his mouth, and he couldn't do things well.

Walking past the hexagram stall, Wang Yuanbao still couldn't help but say: "Dao Chief, why don't you move your position." ”

The brocade-clothed Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown opened his eyes and asked, "Why?"

Wang Yuanbao was puzzled: "Don't ask, if you believe me, move your position quickly." ”

The brocade-clothed Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown was quite curious: "If you don't tell me what the reason is, how can I believe you?"

Looking at the Jinyi Taoist priest's expression, it didn't look like he was fake, Wang Yuanbao was embarrassed: "Daoist, the position you are sitting in now has been turned upside down and drowned." ”

"Why didn't you say !!it earlier?"

The brocade-clothed Taoist priest hurriedly stood up, no longer calm, quite embarrassed.

Wang Yuanbao wanted to laugh, but he had to hold back, so he didn't feel uncomfortable, who else could he be here but Han Shen, the naughty ghost?

If you want to say that the most sequitable in this Longchang Town, it is the eldest young master of the merchant, Shang Yin.

And the most naughty and stubborn one must be Han Shen.

Otherwise, Jiang Ayuan wouldn't chase him every day, seven or eight-year-old children, naughty, dogs are disgusted, the watchdog of the sixth aunt's house in the town was thrown into the inexplicable river for Han Shen a few days ago, and a big black dog that was originally majestic saw Han Shen, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, a few days ago, the sixth aunt covered her head and said, not that the dogs are disgusted, but that the dogs are afraid.

However, children at this time are the least good and disgusting, they just think it's fun, and they will never think about whether what they do is good or evil, no matter how many people their unintentional actions will hurt, what kind of shadow will be left on people, no intention does not mean no evil.

The most so, but also the most difficult to cook, Mr. Fang is only a verbal teaching to Han Shen, every time someone complains to Mr. Fang, Han Shen is only punished for copying allusions, and he has never repented at all, but after copying the allusions, it is still the same, and even more stubborn than before, for these, Wang Yuanbao is not easy to say, Mr. Fang must have his reasons for doing this, but it is just blindly so, whether it is good or bad, Wang Yuanbao can't say clearly.

The brocade-clothed Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown moved the hexagram stall quite embarrassed, far away from the place where Han Shen, a stubborn child, had fallen and drowned, as if he was afraid of being contaminated, but he had been sitting here for so long, and he was afraid that he would already have some fishy smell.