"What did you hear today?"

The gentleman stared at the single and shuang, and his eyes were full of scrutiny.

"Keep it in mind. ”

Shan Shuang immediately replied, and for a while, the two gentlemen couldn't cry or laugh. Well, they have nothing to say. But this temperament is really suitable for Wenge.

The heart is upright, and the body is straight.

"Do you like to listen to books?" asked the gentleman again, and Shan Shuang nodded himself, but after thinking about it, he said, "If there is an ending, I prefer it." ”

"It's naturally simple, and if you talk about the book today, you can talk about the end, how about it?" said the gentleman with a smile.

"This!"

Shan Shuang was startled, looked up at Mr., and saw that Mr. was not joking, so he took it seriously, "I'm afraid that the guests won't buy it, and if the story can't be finished, there will be no guests." ”

"There is always a first time in everything, and the same is true of storytelling, do you say yes or no?"

"Then I'll try, if it's not good, sir, don't blame it. ”

Hard-headed, Shan Shuang still nodded.

Mr. is happy in his heart, happy, after all, he is the seedling of Wenge, if he doesn't accept it, it's really a pity.

If the body and mind are right, they are readers, and if they dare to be the first, they can enter the Literature Pavilion.

"Since you learn from me, you will be my disciple when you go out in the future. Have you ever reviewed the etiquette I taught you? ”

The gentleman's smile was finally accepted, but the elegant atmosphere became more and more intense.

"Sir!" Shan Shuang looked up suddenly, and the corners of his mouth cracked, "What, you still don't want to?"

"Students are willing. Shan Shuang hurriedly said, apprenticeship, this has long been what he thought in his heart, "It's just my knowledge, I'm afraid..."

"If your knowledge is high enough, it is not that I will accept you, but that you will accept me as a disciple. There is no need to be ashamed of shallow knowledge, as long as you are willing to learn, it is the right way. ”

Mr. waved his hand, and the bookkeeper on the side also smiled, even happier than Mr., "Today is not in vain for my efforts, I take it every day, but it has a use." ”

As he spoke, the bookkeeper took out a scroll out of nowhere and unfolded it, but it was not the old man hanging in the study of the night school.

Hanging the portrait on the front wall of the inn, the bookkeeper coughed lightly, waved his long sleeves, raised his chin, and said incomprehensibly, "Single, double, not yet apprenticed." ”

Shan Shuang hurriedly got up, tidied up a sackcloth and thoroughly, and then bowed to the gentleman, and the gentleman raised his hand to signal, and then turned to the old man.

Worship the teacher, worship the ancestor.

Kneel on the ground with your knees together, your shoulders flat, your head low and your knees flat, not touching the ground, your head raised above your shoulders, and you are not arrogant. Breathe and worship, no hurry, no delay.

Second, worship the family teacher.

As soon as he kowtowed, Mr. said, "The purpose of my Wenge is to be peaceful in troubled times, to seek possibility, and to set things right." ”

Looking up, he replied, "Remember, student." ”

Two kowtows, Mr. passed on, "The body and mind are right, dare to be the first, for the common people." ”

Looking up, he replied, "Remember, student." ”

Kowtowed three times, but Mr. took a light breath, "Violate the above two, and you will always be expelled from the teacher." ”

The students raised their heads again and shouted, "Remember, students." ”

"Get up! I don't have anything to pass on to you, this slap and the fan are considered the entrance ceremony. ”

The gentleman helped Shan Shuang up, and pointed to the clapper and fan on the small table.

"Mr. Xie!" Shan Shuang hurriedly bowed, and Mr. was slightly displeased, "Still called Mr."

Shan Shuang woke up at this time, and hurriedly said again, teacher, Chen Jingyi nodded with satisfaction.

The bookkeeper on the side also coughed lightly, but his eyes kept staring at the ceiling, and Shan Shuang also bowed down and said, "Little uncle!"

"Ai!"

The bookkeeper hurriedly answered, not to mention how happy he was.

"You have to put away this little object, although it is not as good as the two heaven and earth objects of the senior brother, but it is also a treasure. In the future, it may be of great use to you. ”

Mr. Bookkeeper took out a piece of green jade from his waist, the jade was not big, only the size of a thumb, and it was very exquisite.

"With the rest of the things, dare to give it away?" Mr. couldn't stand it, couldn't help but speak, and immediately asked the bookkeeper to blow his beard and stare at him, "What about using the leftovers, even the remaining half of it, which is also a rare treasure." ”

After saying that, I didn't argue with Mr. anymore. It's just that it is used to explain the use of single and double, it is strange to say, Mr. Accounts is mostly to explain the two things sent by the teacher, where they come from, how to use, and they are very detailed.

Only the piece of water drop green jade, but he didn't say a word, just told him to keep it alone.

"Put the things away, and get ready. The story is ready for you, but be serious, there aren't many opportunities. ”

Shan Shuang didn't dare to slack off, and picked up the book, but it was a story about the fruit essence that the gentleman told him.

He has heard this story more than once, and the teacher has told him alone, and he has always liked it very much, so he is naturally not unfamiliar. I listened carefully every time, and now I look at it, and I feel a lot of familiarity.

The first time I told a story, Shan Shuang's heart was beating uneasy. But I didn't start the drill in a panic, but sank into it and read it again.

is still the simple fruit essence, and still the heart-warming reader.

just waited for Shan Shuang to put down the book, but his expression was no longer the expectation of listening to the story. That last page takes up most of the story.

The guests still arrived as promised, and before noon, they were gathered again. Compared to before, it was a little early and a little rushed.

The single and double in front of the small table are familiar faces, even the previous distinguished guests, and they are not very strangers. Half a month of serving tea and delivering water, no matter how much I don't care, I always write it down.

Mr. Storyteller has changed, and no one has raised any objections. In fact, they are still here these days, listening to a story is a pastime, and what they really care about is the gentleman in white who has brought a small stool and is sitting under the stage, ready to listen.

The only thing they care about is the person on the stage, in their hearts, there is another identity with some weight, and it is difficult to forget it for a while.

So some of these young people have some competition in their hearts. It's just that no matter how you look at it, it seems that you have the advantage, and even that Fairy Xu can't help but take a few looks.

Finally, after a crisp slap, the young man straightened up.

"The world is vast, and the mountains are full of spirits. What we are talking about today is the twentieth chapter of the I Ching of Landscapes, the story of fruit essence and scholars. In other words, Tuya Mu Gao flute, the autumn wind is leafy, and today's protagonist is the fruit essence of the cultivated adults in the mountains. ”

At the beginning of the story, not to mention that there is really a trace of gentleman's charm, but at the beginning of one thing, it is not always smooth sailing, and without waiting for the text, there is humanity, "Isn't the story told?"

In a word, the foreshadowing of the single and double turned into a bubble.

If you don't answer, it's a bit far-fetched, and how to say it?

sighed lightly, and single-shuang slapped the board again, "The story is a story, told to the unheard, told to the character who has heard it." ”

For a moment, there was silence in the hall.

The happiest person who laughs is Mr., well, in this way, it's still not stupid, after all, he can eat with a mouthful.

As a gentleman, he doesn't have so many worries and no guilt.

After the hiccup, the story goes on as usual. Most of the people who listen to the book go again. I thought there were no waves, but it had a different taste.

The same story, in the mouth of the single and shuang, is another taste.

The fruit spirit is still the simple and lovely fruit essence, but the scholar is no longer the poor scholar who pours out his heart and lungs for the fruit essence.

The taste in it really makes people chew it, and then have a new understanding.

The story continues, although there is no subtle control of details like Mr. Storyteller, nor the passionate love that people yearn for, and even the occasional dumb mouth that says wrong, but in general there is still a trace of desire to listen.

There is more sadness in the old story, and it also makes those who have heard it feel a little more uneasy, but I feel that such a story is a story.

Talking, talking, it was afternoon again.

At the place where Mr. stopped, the odd and double also came to an abrupt end.

"Little sir, I also have this hobby. ”

The people below, after all, someone laughs.

It stands to reason that the first time you tell a story, it is the greatest success to make the people below not sigh, not to mention that the storyteller is still single.

But Shan Shuang sighed in his heart, glanced at the gentleman who listened attentively, and didn't seem to pay attention to him here, so he patted the case and said softly, "The next story, I hope the listener is conceited, don't blame the writer for hating, don't blame the storyteller for being straightforward." ”

Hearing this, the audience was interested. The guests who were about to leave all ordered some drinks again, ready to continue listening to the crappy storyteller.

The happiest person is the fat man Lu, who has more than one percent of the money for drinks. These outsiders are all spenders, and some trivial things flow from the tips of their fingers, which can make him feast.

Shan Shuang continues to tell the story, or is not familiar with it, and occasionally glances at the I Ching on the small table, naturally he is not a competent storyteller.

But the people below don't care, after all, they listen to the story, and they don't look at such a person, that is, they have to get by.

After all, the fruit spirit followed the scholar out of the deep mountains, and the mountain and water elves who never entered the world understood the sinister nature of the world.

Let's say that the scholar is single-minded about the fruit essence. But he couldn't stand the fact that the old mother at home was seriously ill and could not be cured for a long time, and he listened to the Taoist priests in the rivers and lakes guessing that it was a monster and a monster.

is even a demon, and the scholar is naturally clear in his heart.

I occasionally saw the fruit spirit alone in the room with his mother, and while his mother was asleep, he confirmed the words of the Taoist priest.

After coming and going, the suspicious scholar finally asked for an evil charm, mixed it in the water, and quietly let the fruit essence drink it.

This drink, but something happened. The Taoist priest who passed on the scholar to exorcise evil immediately appeared, and a demon dared, which alarmed the neighbors.

A fruit essence who is a cultivator, and he also has thousands of years of mana, but he was set up in advance, and before he died, he could only stare at his lover in confusion.

The scholar couldn't see that look, so he shouted angrily, "I don't want to hurt you either, but who let you harm your mother?"

The heartbroken fruit essence knew that he had no way to live, and without waiting for a reply, he was dug into the heart of the Taoist priest and died.

I saw that the Taoist priest took a closer look, and sighed in his heart, "It's a pity, if it was a few days earlier, this essence would not be wasted on that old woman." ”

The old mother at home had difficulty moving, so she slowly went out and saw that her daughter-in-law, who had always been gentle, was already a corpse, and she cried to death.

The scholar hurriedly stepped forward to comfort and confessed the identity of the fruit essence to his mother. The old mother said fiercely, "I don't know, these days Qianqian has used essence to cure my illness day and night, seeing that my body is hard, why did she suffer this crime again." ”

The words of the mother are stronger than the five thunders, the scholar looked at the dead face, stunned, and heard the village say that when the scholar woke up, he was already crazy, and he said something evil in the village every day?

This is where the story really ends.

I don't know when the hall is already lively. said that the scholar deserved it, and said that the Taoist priest was even more inhumane.

"Can you write about that Taoist priest again?" the man below asked angrily.

"It is mentioned in the book that he has obtained a thousand-year-old fruit and ascended to become a god. ”

In fact, this story, this sentence is the last thing Shan and Shuang want to say.

"How, how, such a person, how to ascend the avenue?" A group of people were angry, that is, the first few people, and a few people frowned.

"There is an explanation in the book, the road has a fate, and it should be so. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, the hall was silent.

Those complainers were also silent, and their expressions were uncertain.

"After all, it's a story in a book, and it can't be true. ”

A woman with still the smell of makeup stood up, the golden crown on her head remained motionless, and she was the first to leave the inn with her swan neck raised.

Then there is the child the size of the girl, don't look tall, as soon as he raises his hand, he is old-fashioned.

There is also a middle-aged man with a sword on his back, a scar like an evil dragon from the corner of his eye to his jaw, and he is also the only one who has an open space, but does not want to sit down.

And then there's the old man on crutches who always puts his hands on his sleeves.

Then, the bee chrysalis emerges. It's much quicker than usual, and it's more hurried than when it comes.

In the end, it was actually the Xu Fairy who came with a colorful crane.

"Really?"

The fairy didn't look at the single and double, but just stared at the gentleman in front of him.

The gentleman turned around, the warm sun on his face remained the same, "What does it matter if it is true or not?

When the fairy heard this, he was silent for a moment, and then asked, "If it is changed, what should it do?

The gentleman said, "If you have a big fist, you have a bigger fist." If the truth is right, it cannot be shaken. ”

The fairy pondered for a moment before he said, "I have long heard that the five top masters of Changyutai are all named Chen Jingyi. If there is really a mistake, it is a big regret in the world. This secluded land, in my opinion, is far inferior to Mr. ”

The gentleman's smile was even richer, and he waved his hand, "That is because the girl's vision is not enough, her cultivation is not deep, and she can't see the scenery from a high place." ”

The fairy frowned, "If you have free time, you must go to Tianwen Mountain to see the higher scenery." ”

The gentleman laughed, "The girl has misunderstood again." I mean, the girl only knows that the five top masters of Changyutai are all called Chen Jingyi, but she doesn't know that the top masters in the world are also called Chen Jingyi, and in addition, they can't afford to be the word top. ”

The fairy was speechless for a moment, but did not refute. Both in the mouth and in the heart.

The gentleman continued, "It's not that this secluded continent can't compare to me, or the world, and it's rare to compare with me." ”

As he spoke, Mr. smiled again, "However, in this world, the biggest thing is the truth." Compared with the truth, I, Chen Jingyi, can be regarded as small as a wave in the sea. ”

The fairy could only sigh, "Just for the sake of reason, I will use my own immortal path to fight?"

The gentleman straightened his face and said with a smile, "I, Chen Jingyi, am a scholar first, and a monk of the Tao second. The truth is what the old man said, but I also think it makes a lot of sense. A reader is unreasonable, and he is still a reader. ”

The fairy bowed, "Respect sir." ”

After thinking about it, he bowed again, "Respect the reader." ”

The gentleman nodded, and accepted it calmly, "If you don't leave, you will be suspicious." ”

The fairy was not in a hurry, and said, "When you come, the sect will inform you." Everything is as you like, and Douxing Pavilion is not afraid of things. ”

"At this point, it is worthy of a sword and a heart. The gentleman gave a rare compliment.

The fairy said politely, "Compared to Mr. Zhi, it's still a little worse." ”

"Of course!" Mr.'s cheek felt quite thick even in both single and double pairs.

The fairy didn't seem to be able to talk any longer, so she took her leave.

"Teacher?" Shan Shuang had a lot of words in his heart, but before he could speak, Chen Jingyi waved his hand and asked, "Why do you read?"

"The body and mind are right, dare to be the first, for the common people. Odd and double replied.

"Haha! It's okay, it's not stupid, and the old man can't say anything if he wants to. ”

Chen Jingyi laughed loudly and patted Shan Shuang's shoulder heavily, "Reader, you can talk about the big truth, but this one can't be changed." ”

"Your little uncle still has something to give you, remember to go to him later. Tomorrow, you won't use this inn, just stay at home. ”

Chen Jingyi explained a few more words to Shan Shuang, then waved away, but before going out, he turned around and said, "Today's storytelling is very good, it is comparable to the teacher's work for half a month." ”

Saying that, Mr. himself smiled, still like the first time he saw him, smiling like a warm sun, and Confucianism like a spring breeze.

After cleaning up at the inn, Singshuang ran to the night school. I didn't see Mr., but I could see the little uncle waiting at the door.

said that the class would not start tonight, but he was given a single and double one-inch golden cloth edge and two letters.

One is for the single and double, and the other is for the single and double to be transferred.

As for who to transfer it to, there is an explanation in the letter of Shan Shuang.

The only requirement is that you can read your letter after tomorrow.

On the way back, Shan Shuang involuntarily touched the corners of his eyes. The night wind is so strong, and people can't help but cry the most.

In the attic of Mr. Bookkeeper, Chen Jingyi looked at the intersection for a long time, for a long time, and waited for the account room to enter the door, but he was still reluctant to withdraw his gaze.

The bookkeeper sighed a little, "I'm afraid it's the last side, and you don't take it seriously." ”

The gentleman didn't look back, "I'm afraid that I'll see too much, so I'm reluctant." I'm also afraid that he will value it, and the night wind will be stronger. ”

"Why don't you collect it a few days earlier, I will only be a little uncle for one day!"

It was rare for the gentleman not to refute, but said, "Aren't I regretting it too?"