The sky is full of the color of fish belly, and there are two teenagers running quickly under the morning sun, the speed can be said to be suddenly gone, and there are wisps of white mist around the two of them.

The two stopped at the head of a city and slowed their pace.

Jiang Huai asked, "How did you do it?"

The young man in Tsing Yi suppressed a smug look in the depths of his eyes, waved his hand and said, "Little Doyle, little Doyle." ”

The two of them worked together to create a rich breakfast, in addition to one wonton each, plus two meat buns.

Of course, it was the young man named Chang Zizi who dug into his pocket, and according to his words, "this little money is just a drizzle." ”

Filled with wine and food, their faces flushed with ruddy, they walked slowly along a straight avenue in the city.

Chang Zizi smiled and said, "You really don't want to know what happened to the Wang family and the Yu family in Sifang City?"

Jiang Huai nodded, shook his head again, and after someone's eyes met, he said indifferently: "It's nothing more than revenge, tooth for tooth, or there is a very small possibility of a reversal scene on the side of the net, even if there will be some changes, it will not change completely, why bother asking." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi, who still likes to walk backwards, pursed his lips and didn't say more, but put his hands on his sleeves, smiled and bent his eyebrows, and quipped: " Jiang Huai, I don't read much, but I also know that you can't blindly follow the herd and go with the flow, for example, the custom of drinking lake water is prevalent in a village, but only one person doesn't like lake water, even if he is tired of digging wells, he has to drink well water, but he is regarded as a nerve by his neighbors, and he has a problem with his brain, so he is excluded in every way, oppressed everywhere, and finally has to give in, thinking that drinking lake water is the best thing, do you feel wrong?"

Jiang Huai didn't care, continued to raise his feet forward, and asked, "Are you saying that I didn't know the ending, so I rashly made conclusions, some of which are too comprehensive?"

Chang Zizi shook his head, "There is no such meaning, you are indeed right, it is really the popular picture of revenge, but my question is that the literary classics written by the Confucian master who has soared to the top of yours, whether anyone can learn it, like what "Three Character Mantra", "Book of Rites" and "Mengtong Shijing", although it is cheap enough to buy it for dozens of dollars, but in the end it is not an easy-to-understand principle of the avenue, if so, why are there so few people who have attained enlightenment, if not , why do you have to study hard in the morning and sun, and even spread all over the world, why not cultivate qi and practice qi like me, and strive to live the same life in heaven and earth, even if it is like those gods and demons who practice hard and have a body as hard as a mountain, they will live happily than you. ”

"In my opinion, it is more like a rule of rules and regulations, like a cage that keeps you scholars in captivity like pigs and dogs, and you will be beaten when you step out of the cage, and over time, it is like drinking water from a well and drinking water from a lake, and you have to think that those are right. ”

The young man in white looked serious and asked very seriously, "You came up with this yourself?"

With his hands on his sleeves, just to seek a pleasure, he kicked away the young man in Tsing Yi who was enshrined in Jingyue Villa, lowered his eyes, smiled slightly, and under the scorching sun, his clothes were windless and automatic, and he was inexplicably radiant.

He turned his body from backwards to righteousness, and said with a smile: "Although I have been defeated by Gu Baichuan again and again, and I have not been compared to that Sword Palace boy, or including you, I still firmly believe that a scholar like you who lives within the rules, even if you play the first move well, you will still be trampled under my feet in the future, if you don't believe it, just wait and see." ”

The white clothes fluttered, and a jar of wine was picked up by the young man and poured down, and he came out of his senses from Fang Cai's words, calmly, "What you said before, I also asked my husband, why what the book says must be right, why everyone must abide by the behavior, why self-sacrificing for others and helping others is a good person, or a good official with a high wind and a clear breeze on his sleeves." ”

Chang Zizi didn't care, and waited for the following.

Jiang Huai said with a smile: "Mr. told me that you just need to be alone, good people or bad people are not something that can be defined by one person, it is a truth that has been milled out for thousands or even hundreds or thousands of years, and I don't want to know what you see when you stand outside the rules, anyway, there is a bit of a gap between it and now even if you sleep in the wilderness, you can still eat a bowl of wontons in the morning, and it is very big." ”

Chang Zizi frowned, held his head in his hands and sighed: "Jiang Huai, I am really looking forward to a hundred years later, when you and I are really standing in front of this mountain and river, and can walk the four seas at will, it should be extremely interesting to sit and talk about it again in the real sense at that time." ”

When he had finished speaking, he spread his girl and ran quickly, shouting, "Wait until I go buy two jars of wine, and take you to an extremely interesting old man." ”

Walking out of this unknown small county town, the two came to a deserted mountain, its green trees are tall, surrounded by birds, a waterfall is like thousands of snow silk hanging straight down, smashed in a clear pool, water droplets splash up, the scorching sun shines through it, all gorgeous and all refreshing.

There is a verdant small bamboo building on one side of the waterhole, an old man wearing a wide robe, white hair and white beard, and fairy wind bones is doing the little things that he wears extraordinarily clearly, digging the ground, sowing seeds and fertilizing, and then washing rice and cutting vegetables, lighting a fire and blowing smoke, as if he is really an old man who usually lives alone with white hair and twilight.

There is also a big yellow dog with yellowed hair and mouth and tongue to vent the heat in his heart, despite the heat, it still does not dare to jump into the pool to clean, only when the heart yearns, it is quite spiritual to pick up a big bowl of water to irrigate the whole body, and then twist and shake, very satisfied.

There is also a little girl in a red dress who looks like a jade in front of the bamboo building, licking around with a sugar gourd in one hand, even if the syrup on it has long been gone, she still refuses to bite it down and taste the sourness.

After catching a glimpse of the visitor with his spare eyes, the old man of the fairy wind and bones did not speak, nor did he entertain any guests, but just shook a bamboo fan to keep driving the heat, waiting for the rice to be fragrant.

But the big yellow dog that curled up on the ground suddenly got up, his eyes revealed a fierce light, and he opened his mouth to roar non-stop, and his voice was so loud that it resounded through the mountains and fields, and the little girl in the red dress who was frightened to the ground without paying attention to it, hurriedly got up, carefully observed the dust on the sugar gourd, and then clenched his fist, and the dog who hit him screamed, and the latter did not dare to dodge, for fear that the next moment it would become a dead dog, and enter the belly of the old man.

After a while, the howling yellow dog turned into a fat boy who hugged his head and cried, tears fell, several big bags bulged up on his head, and sobbed: "Why are you and I both monsters, delicious and fun are all yours, I don't accept it!"

The little girl in the red dress clenched her fists and prepared to fight again, but the latter immediately shut up.

She trotted behind the old man, beat her gently, and said aggrievedly: "Grandpa Mo, she always bullies me." ”

The old man rubbed the little girl's hair and glared at it, and the fat boy who was transformed into a big yellow dog immediately fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, full of anger turned into tears and flowed down in a line, and he couldn't say a word in his heart, and he didn't dare to give birth to a trace of complaining.

Jiang Huai, a white-clothed young man who witnessed this scene not far from the bamboo building, smiled and said in his heart, "This old-timer is really unreasonable." ”

Chang Zizi was not surprised, and gave the young man a look of opportunity, carrying two jars of good Huadiao wine, and said with a respectful smile: "Senior Mo, don't come to harm." ”

The old man still didn't look at it, but replied in a deep voice, "Stay the wine, get out!"

Chang Zizi is not only not annoyed, but even more dead-skinned, splashing and rolling freely.

The old man frowned slightly, squinted at the young man in white, and said indifferently: "Xiaohong, go and move two wooden benches." ”

The little girl in the red dress went into the small bamboo building and moved two wooden stools.

Chang Zizi stretched out his thumb and exclaimed: "Don't say anything else, it's really a must-have just to take a name." ”

He turned his head to the crying little fat man and smiled, "Are you called Xiao Huang?" ”

The latter rubbed his eyes and nodded, and the young man praised: "I threw myself to the ground for my seniors. ”

The young man in white bent down and arched his hand: "Jiang Huai has seen Senior Mo. ”

The old man nodded, whispered "good", and then opened the mud seal and raised his head to take a sip, moistened his lips and raised his eyebrows, and said, "You have something to do with me?"

Chang Zizi touched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "At first, I just passed by and wanted to visit, but if I can go into that pool to take a dip, it will be worth the trip." ”

The old man scolded with a smile: "You won't count how much silver your sect master owes me, and besides, you think this is your bathhouse?"

The young man laughed and said: "The sect master of my family is to cure the waist and peiyuan, we will relieve fatigue and activate the body and bones." ”

The old man shook his head, stared at the two jars of wine and smiled, "Not enough"

stared at the ripples not far from the young man, and quipped: "You kid is going to be unlucky." ”

For some reason, the young man in Tsing Yi named Chang Zizi felt cold all over his body after these words, tilted his head slightly, and fell directly to the ground with his buttocks.

An old Taoist in Tsing Yi with big sleeves fluttering walked across the mountain, forming a formation under his feet, flowing freely, and the branches of the mountains and forests, including the waterfall, were all vibrating under the old man's stride.

It's like a landslide.

The most important thing is that this person's face is black, and his anger turns into a violent wind sweeping through the mountains and forests, whirling and coiling, and hunting.

The young man's face was gloomy, and he used all his strength to stammer: "Zong... Sect Master!"