The world in the mouth of the village teacher is vague and illusory.

Facing the children in the village, he always couldn't tell where the Middle-earth Continent was located under his feet, where the entire ancient Oriental World was located, the edge of the Middle-earth Continent was the sea, and on the other side of the sea was whether there was a legendary immortal mountain of cultivation, whether there were immortals on the immortal mountain who walked with a sword, and whether the immortals lived in the towering fairyland... He kept silent about the questions the children asked.

"It's better to read the sages and sages well, and it is the right business to get fame in the future, don't always think about cultivating immortals and refining pills or something, it's all nonsense from people who go to sea. Nowadays, the country is worried about internal and external troubles, internal affairs are chaotic, royal power changes, foreign relatives and eunuchs conspire to hang the Son of Heaven, erect hundreds of officials and courtiers, and foreign insults are frequent, vassal kings support troops, and the war is up and down.

The gentleman was impassioned and righteous, and the atmosphere in the hut froze instantly, and suddenly, several children yawned one after another. The gentleman could only shake his head uncontrollably, slammed the scroll into the case, and said, "After school, go home." ”

Mr. surname Wu, a single name of Si Zi, this year fifty four, a lifetime of fame but not even a show of talent on the edge, fortunately the ancestors of the family background, and to his generation still left a small amount of money, so that he can live in the troubled times. Relying on a few points of ink in his chest, he got this teaching errand, although he had no fame, but he enjoyed himself, and teaching was not in vain was a kind of pleasure for readers?

Outside the school, the pouring rain was like a curtain, covering the eaves of the thatched house, but the students didn't seem to want to stay here for a minute longer, so they hurried out of the school with their books on their heads, and disappeared into the streets and alleys with a puff of smoke. The school hall was instantly deserted, and Wu Si took out a pot of wine that he had hidden in the morning. At this time of the day, he has a few drinks to himself.

Chuli Town is located in the east of Wuguo, surrounded by three mountains, located in the middle of nowhere, but Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, the weather is thousands, it is a rare place where feng shui is extremely prosperous, the people live in peace and contentment, they don't know what the war is, and they don't know how the outside world is, how the national fortune is, and what is related to themselves. Wu Si has been traveling to study since he was a child, and he knows everything that has happened and will happen outside, and if he hadn't been forced to be displaced by the troubled times, he would not have returned to his ancestral home to take refuge.

Although Wu Si has inherited the ancestral industry, he has achieved nothing so far, and in this small village, he has never even met a confidant. His parents have been dead for many years, and he has not married a wife when he is more than half a hundred years old, but his sideburns are frosty white. The words on the Fang Cai School made him feel excited, although he is getting old year by year, but his ambition to serve the country has not changed, although his ability is weak, but he does not dare to forget the country...

Just thinking about it, he didn't feel two lines of tears rolling down, and he hurriedly wrote in front of the case and wrote these seven words in wild grass.

The humble did not dare to forget the country.

"Sir, this handwriting is really good, can you give it to me?" A voice suddenly came from behind him, startling Wu Si, and hurriedly looked, it was actually a boy, a teenager, who expected to be a child from a family on the street. Wu Si was proud of himself, and he never recognized the names and surnames of all his neighbors, even if he lived in the yard next to him, he didn't bother to know.

"Do you know that?"

"I don't know, can you teach me?"

"Yes, you can pay. ”

"But I don't have any money. ”

"Hmph, there is no money, how can there be a deal for nothing in this world?" Wu Si was already a little drunk, and he had mixed feelings when he put down the pen, and he couldn't help but lament in his heart that there was no confidant in the world who could understand him, this child appeared at this time, and he wanted to vent his anger in his heart.

Seeing that Wu Si didn't speak for a long time, the boy asked again, "Sir, can you teach me?"

"Teach a fart! These seven words are my ambitions, and I dare not forget my country! Even if I teach you, how can you understand a little bit! Ignorant children, the countryside hides the people, how can I know my ambition?"

Wu Si suddenly became furious and overturned the case. When the boy saw this, he was first surprised, knowing that he was having a drunken gall attack, but in the face of ridicule, his face was calm as if nothing had happened, and said: "Mr. compares himself to a bird, but he has no reason to rest in this mountain wilderness, like a tiger trapped in the mountains and forests, folded in Pingyang, if you want to vent a nest of fire on me, even if you have ambitions, I am afraid that you are only ambitious!

The boy's words poured on Wu Si's head like an initiation, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring. Wu Siben was about to attack with anger, and his eyes were almost bursting, however, he looked at the boy in front of him drunkenly, articulate, calm and not retreating, and among them, the tiger fell in Pingyang, and Zhi Dacai Shu These few words just said his heart, and the anger was extinguished for a while, and he lamented in pain.

"Whose child are you?" Wu Si sobered up for seven minutes and slowly calmed down.

"The countryside is just a cover, sir, can you teach me now?" the boy pointed to the wine-stained scroll under the overturned case, and he did not dare to forget the country, the word "country" was wet with wine, and the ink was flowing sideways, and it was already blurred.

"What's your name. ”

"My name is Jiang Ya. ”

"In Xia Wusi, what do you want to know about this word, I will teach you. ”

Jiang Ya bowed, put the sword aside, and sat on the ground. Wu Si felt that this young man was extremely surprised, the short sword was shining, and he only heard the young man say slowly: "I want to ask about the geometry of this world." ”

......

Legend has it that this world is Middle-earth on one side and the Endless Ocean on the other, and it is unknown whether there is another world on the ocean. For thousands of years, people who have gone to the open sea to explore have never returned, and perhaps, the sea is really boundless and endless.

Wuguo is located in the east of the Middle-earth continent, and Chuli Town is located in the eastern corner of Wuguo. The military kingdom has served as a hundred generations of monarchs, with the admiration of force as the foundation of the country, the monarchs of the past dynasties have conquered the four directions, the territory is vast, thousands of dynasties have come to congratulate, countless small countries have bowed down because of fear, the military country still uses force to suppress the situation in the surrounding areas, and is the most powerful country in the east of the Middle Earth continent.

"Well, the strongest...... That was the old situation, but in recent decades it has gradually declined, the government is corrupt, relatives and eunuchs collude to seize power, everything started from the violent death of the Son of Heaven, the four fields have no owner, the surrounding vassal states and vassal states have gradually broken away from the control of the imperial court, disasters are everywhere, and the people are not living..."

"It's sad, it's sad..."

"The country is divided, it is inevitable that the people will be implicated, in vain I have read a lifetime of poor and sour Confucianism, but there is no place for it, I can only talk about the rest of my life in such rural and remote places, I have never reported to the country outside, I have never been filial to my parents inside, every time I think of this, it is even more painful. ”

Jiang Ya pursed his lips, his face was peaceful, but he said in his heart: "What a Confucian in troubled times, sure enough, useless, he is a scholar!" Just thinking about it, he looked at the rain outside and gradually weakened, picked up the wine cup in front of Wu Si, poured it into his stomach unceremoniously, wiped his mouth, picked up the scabbard, respectfully bowed his hand, and said quickly: "Thank you Mr. for taking me in, thank you for the wine." Now that the rain has stopped, there is still something important to do, farewell!"

"You ..."