It's a spring morning.

The sky was still slightly bright, and the mist shrouded Jiangjia Village, but the young figures had already set off from their homes to the school run by the neighboring wealthier Liujia Village.

In the school, what is taught is Mongolian knowledge, and it is also mixed with preliminary cultivation knowledge. However, it is only knowledge, and if you want to practice, it still depends on whether there is a master to lead the way.

"If you are an official, enter the official career, and cultivate the Tao, what should you do?" asked Mr. Xuetang next to the podium.

The schoolchildren below ranged in age from seven to nine, and they could only hear them neatly arranged: "Sincerity, righteousness, objectivity, knowledge!" The crisp voice spread from the school, and there was a burst of vitality.

"If you are a military general, beheading the enemy, and cultivating martial arts, what is it?" the gentleman continued to ask about what he had said yesterday.

"Qi family, rule the country, and level the world!" the schoolchildren replied fluently.

The gentleman nodded in satisfaction, then nodded to an older child in the second row, and said, "Chen Yu, do you know how many ways of cultivation there are?"

Chen Yu's face was calm, not like a child of this age, and he could hear him narrate: "Wendao, martial arts, Buddhism, nature, and the all-encompassing way of the wilderness. ”

Mr. is usually very attentive to this child, because Chen Yu is extremely intelligent and resolute, and he has already picked up the history book when other children are still crying for snacks. Then the gentleman continued to ask, "If you had to choose, which way would you choose?"

Chen Yu did not hesitate, as if he had already thought about it, and said: "I don't choose either, I want to cultivate the way of the Son of Heaven." ”

The gentleman was taken aback, thinking that Tong Yan Wuji, and that there was no one else here anyway, so he asked him why he chose this way.

Chen Yu looked directly at Mr. and said loudly: "Today, the country will not be a country, and there will be small chaos in the world, which is the precursor of the great chaos. And throughout history, the times have created heroes, and I am going to be this hero. ”

The gentleman was amazed, but he said, "If you do this, you will encounter many dangers, have you ever thought about how to be 'this hero'?"

Chen Yu stated slowly, his words were clear, and his face turned red when he spoke of passion.

This is not a thing in the pool! I can have this student in my life! The gentleman touched his beard, smiled and nodded at him.

The rest of the children had already heard it in a fog, and only a small number of people could hear the power, and then looked at Chen Yu who dared to talk in class with admiration.

After class, Chen Yu secretly regretted it, and he already regretted that he had just appeared on a whim in class and showed his edge.

When school was over, he went to a shop to help, took some copper coins, bought a few buns, and went to the house where it was only him and his grandmother.

At this moment, a rough hand rested on his shoulder.

Chen Yu turned his head, and the owner of his hand was an old monk, looking at him with a smile.

He was puzzled, then pursed his lips, took one out of the bun he was holding, and reluctantly handed it to the old monk.

The old monk was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily, and only heard him say: "Boy, I was passing by, and I heard what you said in class, and I think you are very suitable for me to go out of the mountain to assist, are you willing?"

Chen Yu thought of many stories from the previous dynasty for a while, and was excited, but he still had doubts, and said: "Why did you choose me? Just a few words, it can't explain anything, what if I have high ambitions and talents?"

The old monk kept nodding at Chen Yu's caution, and then he said: "Is it a talent, you have to try to know, if you want, I will give you a meeting gift." He took Chen Yu's bun, took a big bite, and ate happily.

Chen Yu grabbed the eaten bun with his eyes, then shook his head, and said, "Then I agree, what about the meeting gift?"

The old monk smiled and squinted, took out some silver taels from the burden he was carrying, and stuffed them to Chen Yu. Seeing Chen Yu's questioning eyes, he waved his hand and said, "This is not a meeting gift, this is just money to buy buns." As he spoke, he pointed to the green vegetable bun with a little bun skin left, and continued: "The greeting gift is actually ...... Send you a body of cultivation. ”

Chen Yu's eyes widened.

Later, there was a secret saying in this world:

"There is a mountain, Aoyamaji Temple. The holy monk is out, and the world is peaceful. ”

suppressed a Tang Dynasty that shone through the ages.