On the morning of July, the mountainside of Xuankong Mountain.

Liu Yi followed the old road to repair the stone ladder together, the old road moved the stones, chiseled the stones, Liu Yi was responsible for digging the hillside into a ladder shape, and then placing the stones steadily, Liu Yi was too busy, the more and more stones piled up, the middle-aged scholar next to him looked at Liu Yi whose chin was dripping with sweat like a waterline, and he didn't have the slightest intention of helping, he was still asking and answering himself, Liu Yi didn't have time to listen to what he said.

Lao Dao looked at the stones piled up all over the ground, held his waist and found a shady place to sit down, pulled four green leaves, overlapped two by two, and covered the two eyes respectively, and said with a smile: "The way of the teacher, I found it between this stone ladder, you, poor Taoism can't teach, and I don't want to teach, from now on, you kid just come to help every day." ”

Liu Yi stopped what he was doing and snorted coldly: "Help? I think I've become the main force." ”

Liu Yi felt that it was planted, the old man could quarrel with him, and after winning his "heart", his original form would be revealed, and he wanted to chase Li Baiyao and the three of them all the way, but he couldn't catch up.

The scholar, who was so tall that he could have gone to the battlefield to become a general, smiled: "It's okay, I'll teach you." ”

Liu Yi put it on the handle of the shovel, wiped the sweat with the placket of the robe, and asked, "What will Mr. do?"

The reader laughed and said, "What do you want to learn, splendid articles or vertical and horizontal articles?"

Liu Yi shook his head and said, "If Mr. only shows such a little ability, I don't like it." ”

The scholar shook his head and said in distress: "You kid said one?"

Liu Yi looked up at the top of the Nine Domes and said seriously: "Practice swords." ”

The scholar waved his hand and said: "It's not good, I won't either, you just want to practice as a sword fairy with that wooden sword, boy, it's really a good thing, but the wooden sword can't poke the dead, how is it good?"

Liu Yi got up, worked slowly, and asked softly, "What if the wooden sword comes out of the sword?"

The scholar was amazed and asked, "Have you practiced it?"

Liu Yi shook his head, dug up the roots with a shovel, and then threw the roots aside, holding the shovel handle and laughing: "It's still early, it's not a shadow, but my feeling can't be wrong." ”

The reader smiled: "Yes, you can't go wrong with your feelings, if you say the sword, the old man is not good at it, other things, you like to listen, the old man can speak, if you don't like to listen, the old man will also speak." ”

Liu Yi said worriedly: "Mr. is a scoundrel, huh?"

The scholar laughed and said: "My husband's rogue kung fu is invincible in this world." ”

Liu Yi hugged the slate and asked with a smile, "Is it because your husband didn't teach well, or did you learn badly as a student?"

The scholar wanted to complain for his husband, so he asked a question: "Kill one person to save ten people, do you kill or not?"

Liu Yi laid the stone, but he didn't think of how to answer, so he simply didn't answer.

The scholar asked again: "Kill ten people and save a hundred, will you kill them?"

Liu Yi didn't speak.

Seeing that Liu Yi didn't answer, the scholar then asked, "Do you kill a hundred people and save a thousand people?"

Qingjing saw that Liu Yi was working faster and faster, and there were no more pieces left in the pile of stone slabs, so she hurriedly got up to work.

Liu Yi was still immersed in his work and was silent.

The scholar almost roared and asked, "Kill a million people and save thousands of people, will you kill them?"

Liu Yi blurted out: "I don't know." ”

The scholar smiled bitterly: "It's not that you don't know, it's not that you haven't thought about it, you don't dare to say it, that's what my husband said about me at the time." ”

Liu Yi put down his work and said softly: "Your husband is extremely knowledgeable. ”

The scholar said softly: "My generation of scholars looks at him, and the mountains look up. ”

Liu Yi chuckled: "If you can't live on a mountain to look up to in this life, any way to live is to survive." ”

The scholar smiled and said: "Which one do you want to do if you make meritorious contributions, make great achievements, and then retire bravely in the rapids to protect your reputation." Lide is not a firework in the world, but a moral model. Standing is to speak on behalf of the saints, and the truth must be right. ”

Liu Yi sat on the newly built stone ladder, shook his head and said, "I don't want to." ”

The scholar asked again: "Do you want to be in a high position, get a royal legend, and be a wife and a son? ”

Liu Yi shook his head again and said, "I don't want to." ”

The scholar then asked, "Do you want to drive the warriors and control the generals, and shepherd the people of all directions?"

Liu Yi asked rhetorically: "Mr. is so tall, have you ever thought about being a general or something?"

The reader nodded seriously and said with a smile: "I thought about it, but the idea was in front, I didn't do it, and I went to study." After reading a few volumes of poetry books, I feel that I am a reader, I can't put down my books and do rough work, a civil official has a piece of paper, a military attache runs out of shit, and I have to do it myself if I can solve it with my mouth, how tired I am, not to mention running out of shit, and official documents can't be used to wipe my ass casually, right?"

Liu Yi said softly: "Taking a step has cut off countless possible paths." ”

The reader smiled: "That's the reason." ”

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On August 15, the twenty-first year of Jingning, the nine counties of Daqin were celebrating the festival, and Qingjing gave Liu Yi a day off, and Liu Yi, who worked on the mountainside every day, had nowhere to go, and he could only watch the master chisel stones on the mountainside during the holiday.

Basically, the master smashed it down, Liu Yi and Mr. Xu closed their eyes with the sound of the hammer, the flying stone chips were small and sharp, and both of them were subconsciously protecting their eyes.

On August 15, Liu Yi was injured in his left eye by flying chips and lost his sight.

Liu Yi, who was looking at the moon with one eye that night, felt bored, and practiced the moves with the peach wood sword for two hours, and after finishing it, he practiced the one sword and three styles taught by Du Heli, and he was still nondescript.

Mr. Xu came to Liu Yi's residence, did not bring moon cakes, but brought a jar of wine, two black sea bowls, and the two of them enjoyed the moon and drank on the stone table outside the courtyard.

After Mr. Xu sat down, he opened the mud seal of the wine, poured the bottom of the two bowls, and said with a smile: "The moon is round, whose ass did you kid remember tonight?"

Liu Yi took a sip of wine and asked, "Whose did Mr. remember?"

Mr. Xu shook his head and said with a smile: "The slang I heard in the market is not rough. ”

Liu Yi poured another sip of wine and asked, "Sir's sir, he is very knowledgeable." ”

Mr. Xu stood up, so tall that he would bow his head and bend down meaningfully when he entered the door and went out, Mr. Xu bent down into Liu Yi's house to drink water, and after drinking the water, he smiled and said: "According to my husband's poem, there are five people drinking here tonight." ”

Liu Yi said softly: "The knowledge is too big, you can't learn it, and you can't solve it." ”

Mr. Xu said with a smile: "When my husband drinks alone, there is a saying, 'Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.'" ’”

After hearing this, Liu Yi laughed and said, "Sir's Mr. poem is really well written. ”

Mr. Xu nodded in agreement, and said with a smile: "My husband is not only good at poetry, but also the most affectionate and great immortal person in the world. ”

Liu Yi chuckled and said, "Mr. loves to laugh so much, after the age of fifty, beware of the three forehead lines!"

Mr. Xu was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's okay, you kid drink more wine, sleep soundly at night, and your eyes don't hurt." ”

It was late at night, and the two of them were drunk and happy.

The next day, Liu Yijiu did not wake up, and was pulled by Mr. Xu to the mountainside to watch the master build a stone ladder, Liu Yi once closed his eyes with the sound of the hammer, his brain was not very bright, and he was half a beat slower, and Liu Yi injured his right eye and lost his sight that day.

That night, Mr. Xu spent most of the night pounding medicine for Liu Yi, and after Mr. Xu left, Liu Yi got up and practiced a sword and three styles, compared to last night, it became a little better.

In the past two days, Liu Yi blamed himself for not having long eyes, and at the same time slandered the master for being quiet and not teaching him the Taoist method of immortals, Liu Yi didn't care, he was a cheap master, and he didn't spend money to apprentice, Liu Yi always felt that the master was deliberate, taught him not to have long eyes, and forgot to give the master benefits.

On the third day, the chatty Mr. Xu helped Liu Yi all the way to the mountainside, this time it was even more weird, the stones around him exploded with a bang, and the sound deafened Liu Yi, and his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear anything.

This time Liu Yi really didn't dare, no matter how Mr. Xu persuaded him, he would no longer go to the mountainside.

On the fourth day, Liu Yi lay on the bed to recuperate, and there was lightning and thunder outside the house, and it rained a majestic autumn rain.

Mr. Xu, who was on the mountainside, did not get wet, and laughed: "The Buddha is also stingy, he gave it, he didn't say if he wanted it or not, he didn't know whether to want it or not, so they took it back." ”

Liu Yi on the mountain thundered to the top, almost killed by thunder, the outside was scorched and the inside was tender, Qing Jing came to Liu Yi's yard to visit his apprentice for the first time, looking at Liu Yi who was hanging by a thread, Qing Jing called three "good".

The dying Liu Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, his own life may not be valuable, but he didn't want to die, he had seen the prosperity of the world, and he had met friends like Baili Qingqing, those who killed him, he hadn't killed him yet, and those who saved him, he hadn't repaid the favor, he didn't want to die, and he couldn't die.

The next day, Qingjing repaired the roof for him for a day, moved tiles, made beams, and worked hard all day.

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The old Dao Qinghui and the apprentice Lin Yan on the peak of the Dao of Salu Mountain seem to have nothing to do year after year except to clean the broken yard, sweep away the snow outside the courtyard gate, and boil water to cook and cook clothes.

Qinghui seemed to realize that he hadn't seen his junior brother for a long time, so he asked Lin Yan to go down the mountain and invite Huang Ling to come to Zhidao Peak for dinner.

On Suyang Peak, the Taoist temple that was cleaned up only lived in the master and apprentice, the shadows of the trees were swaying, empty, fortunately, there would be a puff of cooking smoke rising every morning and dusk, and the fairy mountain had a smell of fireworks in the world.

Lin Yan went up the mountain to invite Huang Ling, this time Huang Ling did not refuse, and agreed, letting the two brothers go first, and he changed his clothes and came.

Lin Yan and Han Dou'er from Suyang Peak had nothing to say, Lin Yan put his right hand on Han Dou'er's shoulder, and Han Dou'er then put his left hand on Lin Yan's shoulder.

The two walked together, and when they were about to finish going down Suyang Peak, Han Dou'er winked at the senior brother, and the two brothers let go of the arm on each other's shoulders and bowed to the north together.

The little Taoist boy on the hanging mountain in the north sat on the edge of the cliff of the flying platform, shaking his legs, feeling sensed, and got up with his hands, and similarly, Wang Xie in the Buddha Hall got up.

Xiao Daotong and the little monk of Wolong saluted to the south together.

Dao Tong bowed, lowered his eyebrows and had nothing to say.

The monk knotted the fearless seal, looked up and recited a not very familiar Buddhist verse.

The young boy of Lingshou County felt that reading was very annoying, and despite the dissuasion of his husband, he got up and walked out of the school, clasped his fists, and performed an ancient Confucian ceremony.

Later, when Mr. played the handboard, the little child, recited the "Analects", did not cry or make trouble, and was as warm as jade.

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The three of Li Baiyao, who had traveled all the way, stood in front of the big city, looking up at the capital of Daqin.

The scholar also has no idea, and when he traveled to the grassland, the scholar said that he couldn't go, so he wouldn't go.