When Cao Gong, the grandson of the Taibao, wore a green shirt, wore jade around his waist, the corners of his eyes were raised, and his eyebrows revealed a sense of pride, but He Wugui, the grandson of the Taishi, was dressed in a white shirt, with a smile on his face, and the two strands of long hair hanging down looked exceptionally natural and free, He Wugui had to nod to the people around him from time to time, without any self-contained identity. Cao Gong glanced at He Wugui, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "Hypocrisy!" Cao Gong made a barely audible sound from his mouth. He Wugui naturally heard Cao Gong's sarcasm, but he was not angry, and the smile on his face did not decrease.

No matter how good the relationship between the older generation of Taibao Taishi is, but as a young man, Cao Gong and others secretly compete with each other, whoever writes a good poem and good words, then he must also write a poem, overpowering each other, not only the heart of the youth, but also the first dispute of literature and Taoism, because their respective parents have never stopped their competition.

The two walked past Fang Shun and Cai Quan, walked directly to the front of the futon and sat down, closed their eyes and recuperated, and stopped talking. After a while, nearly twenty people came, all of whom found a futon to sit on.

In front of them was a tall plum tree, and under the tree there were several scriptures on the case, and the place behind the case was the position of the master.

At this time, a boy came, and he was not afraid of life, but fell greatly, gestured, etiquette, and a crisp voice sounded, "Please wait a little longer, the teacher will take a while to arrive, if you have any orders, you can just put it forward." ”

"Little sir, does the master have any orders?" He Wugui asked gently.

The boy looked extremely happy after being called "Little Mister", but Ma Shan put away the excitement on his face and said seriously: "The teacher said, he has a question." ”

"What's the problem? Speak quickly!" Cao Gong suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice was extremely stiff.

"Why are you like this?" the boy pursed, very dissatisfied with this somewhat fierce man.

"Haha, don't worry about the little gentleman, we all want to know the master's problem!" He Wugui comforted the boy.

"The teacher said, 'What is the people, what is the heavens, what is the text, what is the Tao?'" The boy thought for a moment and affirmed, "Yes, that's all, it's gone!"

What is the people, what is the sky, what is the text, what is the Tao?

Everyone was in a state of thought, since the Master asked this question, there must be a deep meaning, maybe it was the Master's method of choosing disciples?

Even He Wugui and Cao Gong were also in thought, their eyebrows were provoked for a while, as if they had figured it out, and then they wrinkled again, as if they were in trouble.

Jiang Lang thought about these twelve words in his mind again and again, and there seemed to be a long river in front of him, and in the long river, the rolling waves, each of which was a world, there was love and hatred, and there were also monstrous disasters coming all over the world, there were heavenly ways manifesting gods and Buddhas, and there were also evil ghosts preying on the world! There was the slight chirping of an autumn cicada on the grass and trees, and there was also a trace of vitality blown by the breeze.

"What are you thinking?"

I don't know how long it took, an old voice came into everyone's minds, waking everyone up.

Jiang Lang looked up and saw the master, today's master, it seems to be a little tired, Jiang Lang is a little puzzled, the day before yesterday when he saw the master, the master's face was ruddy, but today there is a trace of tiredness between his eyebrows.

"Master, I think that the people are the people of the world, the heavens are Your Majesty, and they are the heavens of the Great Zhou, so the people are in the world, and the literati can be regarded as courtesy, but education, the Tao, the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is ruthless, so it can be eternal!" Cao Gong raised his eyebrows, and replied first, and after answering, he glanced at him with deep meaning.

Cao Gong knew that there were only so many answers, so whoever answered first would not be able to answer the question later, and he couldn't repeat what the previous person said! Not to mention that Cao Gong was extremely confident in his answer.

Cao Gong was influenced by his father's generation, more inclined to politicians, more inclined to the court, different from He Wugui, He Wugui's heart is more indifferent, more like literature than politics, is in this competition for the head of literature and Taoism, Cao Gong is lower everywhere, but He Wugui does not care much.

The master did not directly comment on Cao Gong's answer, but looked at He Wugui, He Wugui looked at the master, and said: "The boy is dull and doesn't understand what it means, but the boy believes that everything in the world has its own way, and the four words "people", "heaven", "literature", and "Tao" are not what they mean, but how we should treat them and deal with them. Whether it is big or small, it is the thunder of heaven and the thunder of eternity, or an ant among the grass and trees, it is all in it, how can it be said in one or two sentences?"

Cao Gong raised his eyebrows, and looked at He Wugui with a little surprise, but he didn't expect that he would jump out of the words "people", "heaven", "text" and "dao", and turn to other words! Cao Gong was a little annoyed, he lost to He Wugui this time!

The master nodded slightly, "Is there anyone else who wants to answer?"

The field was quiet, no one dared to continue answering, and the master turned his head to see Jiang Lang in the back corner.

"Jiang Lang, tell me?"

"Yes, teacher!" Jiang Lang heard the master let him answer, and quickly got up.

Everyone's eyes looked at Jiang Lang at the back, and when they saw Jiang Lang's appearance clearly, they were full of doubts, such an unfamiliar face, the name had never been heard of, and there were many discussions.

"What's the matter?Who is Jiang Lang?How could the master know him?"

"This Jiang Lang is the descendant of that prince?"

"I don't know! Check it out later!"

"Why does he call Master Teacher?"

Cao Gong and He Wugui glanced at each other, and they both secretly said in their hearts: "It's not good!" They had an ominous premonition, this kid named Jiang Lang wouldn't have been accepted as a disciple by his master, right? Rao is He Wugui's heart, and his heart was also shaken, He Wugui didn't care about foreign things, but no one was tempted by the temptation of the master's disciples!

Jiang Lang's next words confirmed everyone's guess.

"The disciple thinks that the people can be all things, whether it is a cicada or an ant, or a person who is the spirit of all things, they all belong to the people!"

The master nodded, "Go on!"

When everyone saw that the master did not stop Jiang Lang from calling himself a "disciple," they knew that this man named Jiang Lang was indeed already a disciple of the master!

For a sick woman who is bedridden, his husband is his heaven, and for a lonely beggar who can give him a meal, it is also his heaven!"

"The words 'text' and 'Tao' are written in the spring and autumn, and the avenue is hidden in the heart. ”

"Then what do you want to do?" the master said with a smile, the master already knew that Jiang Lang had already listened to what he said to Jiang Lang, and Jiang Lang was also showing his persistence to the master in this answer.

"When a disciple does things, he doesn't seek to be innocent, but he wants to live up to his heart!" Jiang Lang replied.

"What if you encounter mountains and seas?"

Jiang Lang raised his head suddenly, looked at the smile between his master's eyebrows, and said in a daze: "The mountain is coming to break the mountain!

"How about thousands of troops wanting to destroy what you love!" Master's voice hit Jiang Lang's heart like a heavy hammer!

Jiang Lang's eyes appeared in a trance, and the scene of Jin Xin'er blocking the killing move for herself appeared in front of him, the red clothes soaked in blood slowly floated in the air, Jiang Lang's eyes were full of tears, and he choked up: "Although I die!

Xin'er, who taught himself every move on the martial arts training field, Xin'er who bandaged his wounds with tears, Xin'er who stood firmly in front of him, scene after scene flashed in his mind, Feiyun City is good, the best is just red! A huge remorse suddenly erupted at this moment, Jiang Lang has always pressed it in his heart, including when he heard the news of Xin'er's death in Mu Yue's mouth, Jiang Lang also tried hard to let reason prevail, and did not show his grief in front of Mu Yue's eyes.

With the passage of time, Jiang Lang didn't even dare to think back to Jin Xin'er's face, and only crazy cultivation could make him forget the grief in his heart for a while. The words he had said when he had broken through the illusion of the Zhaoxin Mirror were like a knife at this moment, cutting through the membrane in his heart.

"Even if I die, I will go to it!"

"Even if I die, I will go to it!"

Jiang Lang couldn't stop muttering to himself, repeating this sentence repeatedly, tears fell to the ground like beads with broken threads, although he didn't want to face the reality, but Jiang Lang knew that his red clothes were lost in Feiyun City!

Bang!

"What's going on?"

Someone suddenly exclaimed, the few people closest to Jiang Lang were suddenly knocked away, a visible qi machine surrounded Jiang Lang, and it was slowly getting bigger, Jiang Lang had a heavy sense of oppression, and the people around him couldn't bear it, so they hurriedly left Jiang Lang's vicinity, looking at Jiang Lang from a distance, and the look of surprise in his eyes became more and more intense.

Cao Gong and He Wugui saw the changes in Jiang Lang's body, and they already understood in their hearts that this person named Jiang Lang turned out to be a martial artist, but they didn't know what level of martial artist they belonged to, but looking at this momentum, I am afraid that they are also above the sixth order martial artist.

Only the corner of the master's mouth showed a smile, his eyes were not looking at Jiang Lang, but at the top of Jiang Lang's head, in the void, Teng Snake roared silently, Teng Snake's body was slowly condensing, Teng Snake's eyes were also sad, Master looked at Jiang Lang, thoughtful.

"Everyone, exit the Plum Garden! No more classes will be held today!" said the Master solemnly.

Master's words, no one dared to disobey, He Wugui and Cao Gong also withdrew from the plum garden, and when they left, they glanced at Jiang Lang and buried a doubt in their hearts. After going out, many people will return home immediately, and I believe that it will not be long before Jiang Lang's information will be placed in front of these people.

Cao Gong and He Wugui glanced at each other, and left the plum garden tacitly, today's matter, the two of them will not say it, but it does not mean that the two of them do not pay attention to it, the master for this Jiang Lang, he actually ended today's lecture directly, Jiang Lang is not simple.