The sun rose, and the sound of reading aloud in the academy also spread, and the places where Yu Gong went to the school palace to eat came back early, and the two of them ate. Gong Mengren came to the small courtyard after breakfast and asked Qiantai to go to the master's hut to talk about it.

The simple wooden house flower bed, the low flowers and plants in the earthen wall are vibrant, and the sound of piano and the fragrance of books ripple in the small courtyard in a row of wooden houses. In the middle of the room is the hall, and there are two old Confucians listening to teaching, accompaniment, and listening to the piano. The house is clean and not in the midst of human trouble, and the courtyard is open, and the row of square wooden houses is stable in the middle of the house.

Only Qiantai could follow Gong Mengren alone, and the two entered such a small courtyard. Qiantai naturally couldn't see the scene in the house just now, but found that the ants, insects, birds and birds in this small courtyard were growing peacefully, and they were always nourished and nurtured by the majestic righteousness emanating from the house.

Here, Qiantai's mana seemed to have been affected, there was no light source in the house, but there was a large area of Haoran righteousness venting towards the sky, Qiantai could only see the ordinary wooden house and the white gas vision like a vapor mist.

Gong Mengren pushed open the door and entered.

Qiantai followed in, and the curtain was separated by two big Confucians outside who were laughing under the qin. The sound of the piano is continuous, and behind the bead curtain in the room, you can clearly see an old man with a hunchback who is sitting cross-legged and making tea, and there is a young female pianist sitting in the corner, and the sound of the piano is very good, just like the silver bell girl I knew back then. Hehe, of course, Qiantai didn't believe that woman was Yinling, otherwise the master's arrangement today would be really too coincidental.

In an uproar, Gong Mengren sat down without making a sound. And signaled to Qiantai. Behind the curtain in the room, there is a girl who can't see clearly, an old man who makes tea with a young age, and outside the curtain are two old Confucians, and then Gong Mengren and Qiantai who are sitting down. No one greeted Qiantai. Qiantai could only sit down behind Gong Mengren.

The sound of the piano was excited, and the four people outside, the two old Confucians, began to laugh quietly, asking about Qiantai's identity and talking about current affairs and politics.

The sound of the piano fell, and the woman who stroked the piano in the inner hall retreated quietly. Qiantai looked at his wonderful back, and the woman seemed to look back at him when she was far away inside.

The old man above lifted the curtain of the door. Walking out with a tea tray and laughing, he is the master. Seeing this, Qiantai was sure that as early as after entering the house, Qiantai had already vaguely guessed the identities of these people. The Master put down the teapot and cup with his own hands. Beckoned the four to sit around.

The two Confucians sat down and laughed happily, and asked Qiantai to sit down. The four of them sat down, watched the master set up the teacup, and watched him talk.

The master poured the tea and said, "I have nothing to do today. It's just that when I'm leisurely, I want to talk to a few wise people. I'll call you here. How about you try my freshly brewed new tea first?"

The other two old Confucian bowed and nodded, and Qiantai followed to salute to show respect, but the master waved his hand to interrupt but did not let him.

A few people talked slowly, or talked about the flowers and plants outside the courtyard, and sometimes turned to the elegant sound of the piano just now, which really responded to the words of 'talking and laughing'. Qiantai sometimes echoed a few words. mentioning the famous sentences of his previous life and his own views also made the two old Confucians impressed by their knowledge. Only the master who made the tea looked at Qiantai a little strangely. It seems that in agreement and it seems that some of the words of Qiantai are pirated, is Qiantai's heart empty, facing this Confucian sage, hehe.

Along the conversation, when a few people drank half of the tea, the master and Qiantai talked, and the three people next to them tacitly stopped making a sound, listened to the accompaniment, and mainly began to listen to the conversation between the master and this Jixian Hou.

"Outside this courtyard, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are edified, so that these flowers and plants can grow so luxuriantly?"

"The four seasons are a constant cycle. ”

"Hehe, this person often says, 'Heaven and earth are unkind, and the avenue is ruthless'. This spring time is too short, the summer time is too long, autumn is silent, winter is buried in the earth, this cycle is not known how many plants and trees are buried, what do you think?"

"Spring is short but does not exhaust life, summer is long but allows plants and trees to draw water and eat soil, autumn is extinguished for seed reproduction, and buried in winter the earth gives birth to the fertile soil of the next cycle. In the end, we can't let a single piece of grass and trees occupy this number of days, otherwise it will be a virtue to whom and a sin to whom?'\'

"Hahaha. The Master laughed.

Qiantai then said: "Of course, if I can take charge of this matter, I also hope that spring will grow for a while, and there will be a cool breeze in summer." Autumn leaves a remainder, and the earth can carry the cold winter. "Speaking of a straight body, what Qiantai said is righteous and awe-inspiring, who else can I be.

The master pointed at Qiantai funny and said, "You are still you, the vicissitudes of righteousness." “

Qiantai was stunned, but continued: "There is a way in the world." ”

(When Qiantai entered the house just now, the two old Confucians asked about Qiantai's identity, and Qiantai did not hide it and told the truth.) To put it objectively, at this moment, the people who can still see themselves meeting with the master in this room are all recruited by the master, and in the trust of the other party, Qiantai does not hide it in order to show his bearing and concept at this moment. Besides, Qiantai doesn't say that people know who you are, otherwise you would come here. ）

The master smiled, and in a moment of speech, the other three were set up, and the five of them began the conversation again in the room. It's just that when they started to discuss again, the two old Confucian expressionless, and the scholar didn't seem to take what he just said too seriously, only Nagong Mengren rarely interjected and thought about it on the side.

The tea is boiling and the aroma of tea fills the room. The tea in this room is good, but the words spoken by a few people are better, which makes people listen to it movingly, and talk with great tongues.

From time to time, bursts of laughter will sound in the room, and several people will talk happily and freely, as if it is the ancestors of ancient times.

Qiantai came to the palace to inquire about affairs, and he also came to the palace to express his goodwill to Confucianism and the palace to engage in diplomacy, but neither side mentioned anything involved in this today. Qiantai seems to be very patient and confident, and the master seems to have other arrangements for this, and today is just a meeting between the two sides. But although this side is simple, the real conspirators are clear in their hearts, and all diplomacy has actually begun from the moment Qiantai stepped into the gate of the palace.

In today's tea game, the main thing is the words of the master and Qiantai, and the others are all foils.

Not long after the two finished speaking, the tea was finished, and the master ended the conversation, saying that it was time to go to the backyard to rest. Seeing that the three of them bowed and began to say goodbye, the other Qiantai also bowed when he saw this, and after a conversation today, Qiantai still admired this master very much, and even had some feelings of being a confidant of the same way, so Qiantai also followed this salute to show respect, but this master only bowed his head and saluted him.

In Qiantai's view, this master is very knowledgeable and open-minded, and it seems that he has reached the realm of insight into everything and rules, and he also knows and understands all his own ideas. This is a wise man of the day.

In fact, during the banquet, Qiantai also secretly offended, watching the old man's life with the light in his eyes, but he only saw an ordinary old man and didn't see anything. It can be seen that this old man's understanding of this world is far deeper than his own. Of course, this does not mean that Qiantai's cultivation in his previous life is also worse than that of this old man, the world is different, and the two lives are naturally not too comparable, otherwise Qiantai will not have to go through the path of cultivation again in this life.

The three of them sent Qiantai out, the two Confucians said goodbye and left, Gong Mengren sent Qiantai back to his residence, and asked Qiantai if he still liked it and what he needed.

Qiantai said: Today's meeting reminded him of the first time the two met a few years ago in front of the great Confucian King Chaoyang. The scene that I haven't seen for many years and back then, the most important thing is to talk about the death of the great Confucian king Chaoyang, which made Gong Mengren, a disciple of the master, sigh.

Gong Mengren comforted Qiantai a few words, saying that Qiantai was generally recognized by the master and the two Confucians today. I hope that Qiantai will have a taste of great things in the future, and he will be able to be generous to Confucianism. His heart is like the dead Wang Chaoyang, who did his best for the inheritance of Confucianism, but in the end it is not as unfathomable as the master, and he is not exposed to the outside and the two great Confucians.

At night, under a bamboo pavilion outside the small courtyard, Qiantai and the master met here. (To be continued.) )