"Real person, in front of you is Stone Town, the gateway to Jiankang. After the stone city, only half a day can enter Jiankang, there is a Qinhuai River in the city, the lights are brilliant at night, the scenery on both sides of the bank is pleasant, if the real person likes, I will order someone to arrange it first. On the bow of the boat, Huan Wen pointed to a huge stone mountain in the distance and said to Zhou Cheng.

"I used to live here for several years, and it was still called Jianye at that time. Zhou Cheng looked beyond the stone city and saw the bustling city in the distance, and his eyes were full of memories.

Huan Wen was slightly stunned when he heard this, the name Jianye is now very unfamiliar, although he has been around Zhou Cheng in recent months, he didn't expect Zhou Cheng to be a figure in the Three Kingdoms period.

"I just got the news that King Huiji led the courtiers to greet us at the Suzaku Gate, and then the Queen Mother and the Emperor will give a banquet in the palace, I don't know if this arrangement, do you think it is feasible?" Huan Wen continued, telling Zhou Cheng about the itinerary arranged by the health court, but there was a lot of inquiry about Zhou Cheng in his words.

A few days ago, he received a letter from Sima Yu, and at the suggestion of Zhou Cheng, Huan Wen let the 30,000 troops be stationed in Wuchang, and did not continue to march towards Jiankang, but eased the relationship between the two sides a lot.

Now Sima Yu led his ministers to greet him in person, and the emperor and queen mother held a banquet in the palace, and the number of etiquette was enough.

It's just that on the surface, these salutes are all to welcome Huan Wen, the hero, but they are deliberately ignoring Zhou Cheng.

"Let's talk about it when we get there. Zhou Cheng still looked ahead, and replied indifferently.

When Huan Wen's building ship was close to Jiankang City, Wang Xizhi also came to Dongshan.

In the beautiful scenery of the mountains, there is a house and several acres of fertile land.

The houses are simple, mostly bamboo huts, and the fields are planted with vegetables and fruits, and it seems that the owner of this place can live here and be self-sufficient.

From afar, from the thatched hut, there was also the sound of Langlang reading: "Heaven and earth have great beauty without saying, there are clear laws at the four seasons without discussion, and all things have reason without saying." The Sage ......."

Wang Xizhi walked towards one of the largest huts, and gradually he could clearly hear the sound coming from it.

When Wang Xizhi stood outside the house, he saw more than ten children sitting inside, and these recitations were made by the children, and what they recited was a classic Taoist article, "Zhibei Tour" of the pre-Qin Zhuangzi.

Wang Xizhi did not enter the hut, but stood outside and watched quietly, in front of these children, a middle-aged man in his forties sat on the ground.

This man has an elegant appearance, although he is dressed ordinarily, it is difficult to hide the grace of a celebrity.

This person is Wang Xizhi's best friend, Xie An, who has shared hardships and hardships.

"Stop. Suddenly, Xie An raised a palm and made a voice that made the children in the room stop reciting.

The children's voices stopped abruptly, and it could be seen that these children respected and feared Xie An.

Xie An stopped the children's recitation, but did not look outside the house, nor did he greet Wang Xizhi, but continued to say to the children: "Knowing that you have been able to memorize the north, let me ask you, what is a saint?"

There was a child in the seat eager to try, Xie An glanced at the child, and nodded slightly to him.

Then the child got up, bowed to Xie An, and then replied loudly: "The beauty of the original heaven and earth reaches the principle of all things." Therefore, people do nothing, and the great sage does not do it, and it is said that it is also viewed in heaven and earth."

"Do you know what it means?" Seeing that the child recited the original text, Xie An naturally asked again.

"The little nephew can't understand the reason...... the child who just answered the question lowered his head a little embarrassed, and his voice was not as loud as before.

"Haha.... Hee-hee..... "The other children in the hut burst out laughing in low voices.

"Huh?" Xie An snorted coldly when he saw these nephews making fun of the children just now, and in an instant, it was unusually quiet in the hut.

Xie An's gaze swept over the children, and finally fell on the child who stood up to answer, and then spoke: "Xie Chong dares to answer, and he can face what he doesn't know. What is so ridiculous about knowing is knowing, and not knowing is not knowing?"

"Who among you can understand the meaning of this?" Xie An continued, his gaze sweeping over each one of them once again.

Originally, the children who were laughing at Xie Chong lowered their heads one after another, showing shame on their faces.

These children are basically about ten years old, Zhuangzi's articles are already obscure, most of them can barely recite them in the past two days, and Xie An has not yet explained the meaning, so it is indeed a little difficult for them to explain the meaning.

However, when most of the children in the hut bowed their heads in shame, two of them were still staring at each other.

It was a boy and a girl, and the girl was a little older, about 12 years old. The boy was a little younger, and he didn't look to be more than ten years old.

The two of them were also the only ones who didn't laugh at Xie Chong just now.

"Those who know do not laugh at those who do not know, and those who do not know laugh at others. When Xie An's eyes fell on the faces of the two children, his expression softened a lot, and he said something with some emotion.

Xie An's words made those children who bowed their heads more and more guilty, but this kind of education was indeed deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and made these children realize in their hearts the mistakes of their actions just now.

"Xie Xuan, you can talk about it. Xie An looked at the ten-year-old boy and called out the boy's name to explain what a saint was.

This Xie Xuan is also Xie An's nephew and the son of his eldest brother Xie Yi.

Because Xie An is very knowledgeable, although he did not enter the court as an official, he has already become famous all over the world, he ran a clan school in Dongshan, and the Xie family sent all his children here for him to discipline.

Xie Xuan has been far more intelligent than ordinary people since he was a child, and perhaps all this is also related to his mother, his mother Ruan Rong is the descendant of Ruan Xian, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest.

Hearing his uncle call him, Xie Xuan immediately got up and bowed respectfully to Xie An.

Then he slowly spoke: "The little nephew only knows the meaning between the lines, the first sage Zhuangzi's thoughts are vast, and I don't know whether what I understand is right or wrong? ”

Xie Xuan first made some humble remarks, and then expressed his understanding, putting aside his understanding of the article, it can also be seen that Xie Xuan does have maturity and stability that does not match his age.

"This is the saint in your heart?" Xie An suddenly asked, but did not comment on Xie Xuan's answer.

Xie Xuan was also a little surprised, the saint he understood from the journey to the north was what he said just now, but his uncle asked himself if this was the saint in his heart, so Xie Xuan couldn't answer for a while.

"I also have a question, if the law of the four seasons is chaotic and the reason of all things is unclear, what should the saint do?" Xie An suddenly stood up and asked the dozen or so Xie disciples seated.

Judging from the original text of Zhuangzi, the attitude of a sage explained by Xie Xuan should exist in the state of 'there is a clear law in the four seasons, and everything is reasonable', which is a premise.

And what Xie An is asking now is, when this premise disappears, or even goes against the original, what should the saint do?

For these children, this question can barely be understood, but they are only at a loss.

At this moment, even Wang Xizhi outside the house, his face showed a contemplative look.

Xie Xuan also lowered his head slowly, his eyes kept changing, he seemed to think a lot, and he was denied a lot by himself, and finally fell into a tangle.

Inside and outside the entire thatched hut, there were only two people with calm expressions at the moment, and one of them was Xie An, the questioner.

And Xie An's gaze naturally met with another gaze, this gaze that was also calm came from the girl behind Xie Xuan, the girl who also did not laugh at Xie Chong.

"Xie Jiang, you already have the answer in your heart?" Xie An called out the girl's name.

He was also very curious in his heart, because Xie An had only figured it out in the last few days because of this question.

He never expected that among his nephews, Xie Jiang, who was originally the most inconspicuous, suddenly shined in recent months, and now even the questions that have plagued him for many years, his young niece seems to have the answer.

"If heaven and earth are out of order, and all things are out of order, the saint should use thunder to sweep away the filth of heaven and earth and reshape the bright future. If one person breaks the law, the saint will kill another. If tens of millions of people violate the law, the saints should slaughter tens of millions of people!"

Xie Jiang got up slowly, his immature face was serious, and the voice of the child's voice was full of murder.

In a word, Xie An looked at his niece with a completely unfamiliar look.

In front of Xie Jiang, his younger brother Xie Xuan also came back to his senses and looked at his sister in surprise, but in the eyes of the young Xie Xuan, there was obvious worship in addition to surprise.

Outside the thatched hut, Wang Xizhi also looked shocked, and the hand under the big sleeve trembled slightly.

I don't know when? He had already subconsciously grasped the Zihao pen.