Chapter 3 The Scholar's Style

On the willow top of the moon, a white-haired old gentleman led a young man out of the door and walked towards the sky.

The young man in sackcloth, his eyes were glazed, and he couldn't say a word at this time.

He lowered his eyebrows slightly and glanced down, looking at the grass hut that was getting farther and smaller from him, the boy grew his mouth, and felt so shocked for the first time.

The book says that there are immortals outside the sky, there is no wind to shake, and there are Yamas underground, and life and death are judged in one word, is it true?

He didn't dare to look at the old man next to him with a little peripheral vision, still gray-haired, and his body was rickety, as if there was nothing strange.

The old gentleman, who witnessed this scene and continued to ascend to the sky step by step, turned his head and smiled, and quipped: "Why, do you feel that it is too different from the immortals described in the book, neither graceful nor shining, a little disappointed?"

The young man, who was in a state of agitation, did not listen to the old man's words at all, so naturally he did not answer.

The old man flicked his sleeves and led the young man into the sky and clouds, overlooking the mountains and rivers from a high place.

Lights are lit, thousands of houses, thousands of miles are condensed, and a wonderful picture under the moonlight is spread.

Kong Xin'an looked at the young man's trembling legs, and pressed the young man's shoulder, "Sit down and take a look." ”

Jiang Huai first stepped on the misty mist with his feet, and then kept stirring with his hands before he sat down, but he was still shocked, and the young man asked in a trembling voice: "How did these come out." ”

The old man also sat down cross-legged, with a smug look on his face, "Read the book." ”

He then asked, "Do you remember those two lines of poetry I asked you to transcribe every day?"

The boy nodded, how could he not remember, he had written it for three years, and it could be said that he remembered it vividly.

Kong Xin'an stretched out a finger, a golden light source slowly condensed at the fingertips, and the next moment, the old man dragged a trace of gold thread with his finger as a pen and gently wrote the word "broken" in the void, followed by a big hand slap, and the handwriting suddenly dissipated, and a violent hurricane was set off from the center of the two, like a rapids and rapids rushing everywhere, and the sea of clouds in the sky instantly disappeared three thousand zhang.

Jiang Huai was speechless, stunned.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "If you are talented enough, that sentence is an enlightened preamble, which can allow you to ascend to the sky in one step, if you are stupid, it is just a few ordinary words." ”

He turned his head and smiled even more, "I said your qualifications are good, and you don't count one in ten thousand. ”

The young man was still immersed in the dissipation of the sea of clouds just now, took a long breath, and said slowly: "But I'm just okay with writing, and I'm faster than others in my endorsement, and there's nothing else." ”

The old man let out an "oh", and Mu Ran laughed, "This is not enough?"

Jiang Huai was even more puzzled.

Kong Xin'an stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky, and then pointed to the ground, without doing anything to hide it, and said through the sky, "The size of the world is completely beyond your imagination, and there are many strange things, just like the "immortals" you yearn for are as many as cattle hair out of the county, but in the final analysis, even books are good and bad, and people are of course no exception." ”

The old gentleman pressed down with his hand and lifted it up again, "If the qualifications of ordinary people are here, then you may be here." ”

The boy rarely did not reply, nor did he have any surprise, but took care of himself and clasped his fingers, he did not think that what the gentleman said was wrong, but he did not think that it was right.

If I really had the ability to be smart, would I still be like this?

I must have been rich and wealthy a long time ago.

The young man looked in a trance, and even remembered that snowy night a few years ago, how the man he called Dad fell in front of him, so pale and so helpless, every year Qingming just said some "warm words" against his heart to a small mountain bag, what I live very well now, I can eat a full meal, what I have learned a lot of words, the exit is a good article, as for who is his mother, he has not seen it.

If it weren't for the good gentleman and the little fat man Pang Yushi in front of him, the young man really didn't know what it meant to be alive, he didn't like to communicate with people very much, he just wanted to be alone, what was right was right, what was wrong was wrong, those sour words... It's definitely all true.

Jiang Huai noticed his embarrassment, and quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, "Mr. Kong, thank you." ”

The old man pursed his lips, regretting that he didn't bring wine, turned his head and smiled: "After listening to me talk so much, do you still want to study now?"

The young man nodded again and again like a chicken pecking rice, and quickly explained: "I didn't agree because Mr. is an immortal, I have already thought about this matter, I am still too young, although I can cook on the fire and fish in the water, but compared with reading, it is a small skill that cannot be put on the table, and if I can read as an immortal, why don't I read, not only to read, but also to read the best books, to become a person like Mr." ”

The old man, who has always liked to be calm and not smiling, smiled very happily today, he touched the young man's head, and said seriously: "Very good, very good, but you must not only be like Mr., but go higher, it is best to let everyone know your Jiang Huai's name, and keep it firmly in your heart." ”

The young man lowered his head, a little embarrassed, "You can't be ambitious, you have to take it step by step." ”

The old man nodded, then took out a crystal jade plate from his bosom and gently pressed it on the palm of the young man's hand, "You take this, and it is of great benefit to carry it with you for reading and writing every day." ”

Jiang Huai flipped the jade plate and glanced at it casually, mentioning one sentence on the front and back, the reverse side is "everything is inferior", and the front side is "only reading is high".

The young man wiped it with his cuffs, stuffed it into his arms, and said with a smile: "This thing looks quite valuable, if there is no money one day, I can exchange it for money." ”

The old man glanced at it, and just wanted to speak, but the young man hurriedly said: "A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase, and the gentleman can't regret it, this thing is mine now." ”

The old man smiled bitterly again and again, and couldn't help but say: "Okay, I have become this kind of laipi again, then I will also say that if, if you encounter some difficult things in the future, such as some unreasonable people, or ruthless people, it is okay to directly hand over this jade plate, you can protect yourself, remember, nothing is important to be alive." ”

The young man was a little surprised, and asked rhetorically: "There are no unreasonable people here, it's just that Aunt Wang, who sells chaos, has too broken mouth, chattering every day, and it's annoying." ”

The old gentleman rewarded the young man with a chestnut, "You can't just look at the bad side of others, when you wandered around hungry, didn't she help you?"

The young man was a little pained and rubbed his head, "Remember, remember." ”

Kong Xin'an patted his sleeve, got up and looked into the distance, there were gold threads in his eyes undulating back and forth, and a radius of thousands of miles was in his eyes in an instant.

He calmly stretched out his hand forward, took out the ring ruler in the bright moonlight, lifted it up, and then knocked it down.

The sea of clouds churned endlessly, first rushing from a high place to a higher place like a waterfall flowing backwards, and then drifting back to calm.

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, his clothes were swaying without wind, and there was a peculiar demeanor between his eyebrows and eyes.

He thought for a while and turned his head and said, "It's not early, let's stop here today, otherwise I will give you a reason not to come to the school tomorrow, after class, go back to the backyard with me, I will teach you something, and I will not tell anyone about this matter tonight." ”

Jiang Huai was a little puzzled, but in the blink of an eye, he found that he was sitting in front of the door of his thatched hut, he patted his butt and entered the house, although he didn't say it, but he was still surprised in his heart, it turned out that there are really immortals in the world, and you can read an immortal by reading.

The boy washed his face, took off his shoes and lay on the bed.

He reached out and waved forward like an old man, and the candle on the table quietly went out.

The young man was full of energy, and he smiled heartily: "I am also a great immortal!"

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Yu Zhong, who was drinking alone in the backyard of the school, looked up at the white clothes falling under the night, picked up the wine jug and admired: "The predecessor is really suave and suave, and he is a true immortal." ”

Kong Xin'an sat down at the table, his face unchanged, but he scolded with a smile: "There is really no one to teach you how to flatter people?"

Yu Zhong raised his head and took a sip of wine, burped, and said lightly: "Relying on the strength of this wine, I dare to ask Mr., what kind of boundless is the Eight Realms." ”

Kong Xin'an shook his head, turned back to the house and said, "It's just endless." ”

Yu Zhong thought about it, but he still couldn't realize anything, got up and took the two wine jars away, waved his hand and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go, the night is dark and the wind is high, go home and sleep." ”

It wasn't until the man disappeared from sight late at night that the old man sat down cross-legged, held the ring ruler and muttered to himself: "Boundless is endless, not endless, but regarded as endless, but what if you understand it, the road to endless life has not been taken well, how can you see endless ends." ”