Most of the people who travel in the world to study believe in a reason, read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and feel shallow after all, but the truth in the book is confirmed from the journey, and then there is more flavor.

Sect Master Xie is not the heart of Yunyou, since he wants to send a disciple to Lao Xiucai, he can't make people see that he is very embarrassed, he is not afraid of losing money, he is afraid of losing face, but he wants to die to save face and suffer crimes, and only he knows the sadness of his heart.

Wang Yuanbao practiced boxing, always comforted himself in his heart, the abbot old monk said to live well, probably to let himself live in the way he wanted most, anyway, he didn't really become a monk, the hair on the top of his head was old, who cares about the so-called "precepts".

But he would never have thought that the sloppy and stingy Divine Monarch Sect Master Xie gave him more than one creation, and everyone in the world knows that reading opens the mountain gate, but the pursuit of the ultimate truth, but also to get the source of the living water, Longchang Town is a mountain of books and a sea of supreme knowledge.

What Wang Yuanbao wants to open is the gate of a book mountain.

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The smoke and rain gap is a buffer zone between the Southern Chu Dynasty of Nanzhan Zhou, the Longquan Dynasty and the Beiyang Dynasty, when the three families were divided into the Jin Dynasty, the smoke and rain gap is still the most prestigious landscape of the capital of the Great Jin Dynasty, and the literary style is prosperous, so that the Great Jin Academy also chooses to open the mountain here to teach the sage knowledge.

The world is changeable, but the landscape remains the same.

The old site of the Dajin Academy is still there, but the scholars who once sat in the curtain and talked about the sage's subtle words and righteousness were either officials of the Southern Chu and Beiyang dynasties, or they gave up their fame and learning to become a lonely boat and a lonely boat of idle clouds and wild cranes, guarding a river of smoke and water and a winter of loneliness.

But there are still people who miss the old.

Zhao Qianzhi took advantage of the situation to attack the Southern Chu cultural vein, and by converging the name of Beiyang Mountain Wild Cultivation, shocking the mountain sect, these are small victories in the gambling game, the real unstable variables, but they have already gone to Longchang Town, if they are not prepared in advance, they will be caught off guard in the follow-up gambling game.

As for Longchang Town, the name of the little junior brother is really tacky enough, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't get out, he really wanted to see the angry demeanor of Lao Xiucai, a martial arts disciple, or a half-monk, interesting and interesting.

A large number of military generals and royal relatives of Southern Chu joined the Beiyang Dynasty through various means, and the direction of the wind in the court was even more ambiguous with Beiyang.

Since you want to do it, then smooth the road, it is always good for the little junior brother to be safe and secure when he leaves, but Zhao Qianzhi will also collect the money to buy the road in advance.

The dragon vein luck of Yanchuan River, Zhao Qian's momentum is bound to win, and the means that Lao Xiucai left for his future junior brother are indeed generous.

The civil and military fortune of the Great Jin Dynasty was divided into one by the Xu family in Beiyang, the Qian family in Nanchu, and the Liu family in Longquan, but the dragon vein luck of the Great Jin Dynasty has not been touched in the slightest.

The rain in the south is too soft, and the scholars raised are more than high and lack of backbone, and the prosperous Beiyang Iron Cavalry is extremely difficult to set foot on the land of Southern Chu, because it is the backbone of the Southern Chu scholar in the Great Jin Academy.

The jade book of the water god of the Yanchuan River is still sealed by the Great Jin Dynasty of the Great Jin Dynasty, and the river soldiers and water generals of the river are all respected by the backbone of the Great Jin Academy, and the water god of the Yanchuan River is comparable to the Jindan Earth Immortal in the Middle Four Realms, and he bows down to the backbone of Mr. Liang.

Zhao Qianzhi did not come here as a Zaifu of the Beiyang Dynasty, but as an outcast of Longchang Town.

The backbone of a scholar in the former dynasty, and the god of water in the former dynasty, blocked the Beiyang Iron Cavalry for decades for the Southern Chu, but the Southern Chu royal family did not appreciate it at all, but always thought about incorporating the Yanchuan River into its own territory, and the stupid thing of self-destructing the "Great Wall" was taken for granted in the general trend of the Southern Chu Manchu Dynasty.

Irony, seriously.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is foolish. But Zhao Qianzhi admired the backbone of this scholar very much.

The god of water in Yanchuan River is a young woman in palace clothes who is about ten years old, but the age of the gods is just a passing eye, but as far as Zhao Qianzhi knows, this goddess of water is the eldest princess of the Great Jin Dynasty, Xiao Yu, as for her relationship with Mr. Spine, it is not enough for outsiders.

The waves came, fluttering like Luo Shen came to the world, but this beauty came with the power of the mountains and rivers.

The Jindan Dixian in the middle four realms fought with Xiao Yu, the water god Niangniang, on the boundary of the Yanchuan River, and it was absolutely impossible to please him, just by virtue of the power of the mountains and rivers in the Yanchuan River, in addition to the Jindan sword cultivation, it was expected that he would return with a feather.

Zhao Qianzhi was unmoved, but watched with interest the unknown beauty of the Yanchuan River Water Goddess.

The wind and rain are thriving, and the mountains and rivers are coming recently.

Xiao Yu, the goddess of water, came with might, but the scholars who tread the water by the river were not at all deterred by the majesty of this majestic landscape, but it was the eyes of this Beiyang Zaifu who were as deep as an ancient well, which caused a touch of crimson to fly on the face of Xiao Yu, the goddess of water.

A gentleman should be like this, be affectionate, and stop politely.

These methods may be useful for those who are suspicious, but they are redundant for the last true gentleman.

Waving his hand to remove the power of the mountains and rivers within a hundred miles of the Yanchuan River, Xiao Yu, the water god Niangniang, bowed and said: "I don't know that Beiyang Zaifu is here, but the little woman is rude." ”

There are many Beiyang soldiers who drowned in the Yanchuan River, and it is natural for the water god Niangniang to know Zhao Qianzhi's identity, so Zhao Qianzhi did not take it to heart, and arched his hand and said: "It is rude to come without telling him, the water god Niangniang protects the creatures of the Yanchuan River from the flames of war between the two dynasties, which is really a great merit, please accept the next worship." ”

With that, he bowed.

A fresh breeze came, mixed with the smell of books and ink.

"Come on, why bother this little water god of the Yanchuan River so much, even if it is the seventy-two sages of the Jixia School Palace now, they can't stand your worship, right?"

The person who came is the backbone of today's Nanchu scholars, Jin sighed.

Zhao Qianzhi smiled lightly when he heard this: "How can you not stand it, the local chickens and dogs can be worshipped, how can such a person of great merit not be worshipped?"

Zhao Qianzhi disdained to use the means of resisting the wind and clouds, at this time he was dressed in a plain white Confucian shirt, fading the prestige of the superior, stepping across the river, and the Yanchuan River, which is 100 zhang wide, is like walking on the ground, quite the style of Lu Jian crossing the river in white clothes.

Jin Xixi can stand the kneeling of all the scholars in the northern and southern dynasties, and when the three families were divided, how many scholars with the title of gentleman in the Dajin Academy fell to the wind, and each of them served the lord who could rise to the top.

Even Deng Bangyan, the mountain chief of the Great Jin Academy who was named after the seventy-two sages of the Jixia School Palace, abandoned the Great Jin Dynasty and went to Southern Chu to be the co-owner of the cultural context of the Banbi Dynasty.

Only Jin Xixi was alone in front of the three chaotic armies, scolding the three Jin families as chaotic ministers and thieves, relying on his own tongue and full of righteousness, he scolded and retreated from the three chaotic armies, and in front of the Dajin Academy, he mourned the demise of the Dajin Dynasty.

In this Dajin Academy on the bank of the Yanchuan River, there is only Jin Sixi.

Standing alone, hanging from each other.

Zhao Qianzhi walked up a hill by the river, and Jin Sixi, dressed in a green shirt, faced the Yanchuan River alone.

Jin sighed and said coldly: "The luck of the mountains and rivers of this continent is in your hands, why do you have to be so coy, wave your army to the south, and destroy Nanchu and Longquan, your meritorious clothes have long been woven in the Jixia School Palace, is it really interesting to do these cats and mice?"

Zhao Qian stepped forward and stood side by side with Jin Xixi, "Do you really think that I will covet merit and costumes?"

There is a flat boat on the surface of the river, going down the river, and there are people drinking on it near the river, singing the geometry of life, and the complaining tune of going to the bitter day.

Jin Xixi was stunned when he heard this, what Zhao Qianzhi said was true, the head of the seventy-two sages of the Jixia School Palace had already had Zhao Qianzhi's name, if Zhao Qianzhi was willing, I am afraid that the great sacrificial wine of the Jixia School Palace at this time would not be able to take the turn of the disciple of the Rite Saint who did not cultivate virtue.

Zhao Qianzhi said: "Those who went out from the dragon breeding land of Tangtang Dongtian back then, and those who did not come back were all among the Five Realms Zongzheng, and those who came back were either dead, or their foundations were destroyed, like waste people, dragon herders, which is not a saint of a continent, the truth of a puppet, how can it compare to their meritorious clothes in the temple?"

The autumn wind and autumn rain on the river are sad.

Jin sighed and said: "Your luck has long been bad, you are not just here to talk, right?"

Zhao Qianzhi said lightly: "Vertically and horizontally, yin and yang and famous masters have entered the WTO one after another, no matter how you look at it, the row of this gambling game is getting bigger and bigger, if you don't add bets, how can you cover the eyes of those people?"

The most terrible thing about gamblers is that they get into it when they make small profits.

Jin sighed and thought of the trick in an instant, sure enough, the good ones don't come, the ones who come are not good, Zhao Qianzhi is in love with the dragon vein luck of the Yanchuan River.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhao Qianzhi said proudly: "Increase the stakes and pave the way back, the flatter they go, the worse they will lose later, no matter how high the temple is, if they lose in a mess, they will have to meet the wind and rain from the rivers and lakes." ”

This truth is often said by the old Xiucai of Longchang Town, the temple is only so high, because every ordinary man has the reverence for the sage in his heart, but the rivers and lakes are under the temple, with the support of the sage's truth and knowledge, walking thousands of miles, it is only the rivers and lakes under the temple, but if the temple is no longer feared, the sorrow and joy from the distance of the rivers and lakes will shatter the vain merit and glory, and let those bullshit saints taste the fist of ordinary people and fuck it!

In vulgar words, who can say that there is no supreme truth, and who can say that dressing and eating is not the doctrine of saints.

Knowing this, why not be afraid of the joy and wind and rain of the world.

"I don't borrow. ”

Jin sighed and glanced at the sanctimonious Zhao Qianzhi and said lightly.

Zhao Qianzhi smiled bitterly, daring to love what he said just now was in vain, and his mouth was dry, but the result was still ......

Jin sighed and said: "Don't make a bitter face, the mountains and fields of the Yanchuan River are scattered and cultivated, and it is up to you to sort out." ”

Zhao Qianzhi smiled helplessly, it was better than nothing.

The turmoil is not surprising or happy.