As the saying goes, looking at the mountain and falling down the horse. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is also apt to use it as "looking at the city and walking down the horse" at this time.

Since they saw Daqiu City, the two of them had been driving their horses for most of the day, but they were still far from the city.

The closer he got, the more Xiao Yi sighed at the size of his city, thinking about how many people should live in such a big city. Judging from the scale of the city alone, we know the love of the people and the success of Confucianism.

At this time, Xiao Yi stopped talking, just quietly staring at the city in front of him.

I don't know when a sense of justice inexplicably rose from the depths of his heart, his thoughts became extremely pure, and his beliefs suddenly became firm.

At dusk, the huge vermilion gate was finally in sight. At this time, Xiao Yi suddenly realized and said, "Haoran righteousness!" Yunshen looked at the sky.

As night fell, the sky was dark. But in Xiao Yi's view, there was a layer of golden clouds shrouded in the city, shining the entire Daqiu City as if it were day.

When I looked closely, I found that wisps of golden qi were constantly rising from the city, gradually rising, and merging into the golden clouds.

"I am good at nurturing my heroic spirit. What a big hill city, what a Confucian!" Xiao Yi couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart.

Before coming to the city gate, I saw that the plaque of the city tower was not written on the city gate, but the words "peace and poverty" were greatly written.

When the hundred schools of thought were talking about the Tao, Xiao Yi had heard Yu Linfeng tell the story of Yan Hui, a disciple of the Confucian sage, and when he thought of it, it was another taste, and he said in his heart: "Whether it is a Confucian disciple or a common person in the world, they should all have this spirit of peace and happiness!"

I went into the city, but I saw a wide avenue in the center leading to the heart of the hilltop city. On both sides of the avenue, there are rows of shops and pedestrians, so it is not bustling and prosperous.

After walking for a while, Xiao Yi found that the people here, no matter how noble or low, are more polite than the people in other places.

Although there are many pedestrians on the street, they all keep their own way, but there is congestion, courtesy is the first, and they will never seize the way of cars and horses, and they have a good demeanor.

Moreover, no matter whether it is raw or intimate, pedestrians always have to salute and inquire and say "yes" when they meet. Hear the voice of speech again, gentle and elegant, and there is no loud noise.

In this way, the entire Daqiu City is full of a spirit of benevolence and harmony. Under the influence of this, even if an outsider who has not been influenced by Confucianism and Taoism comes here, he will never do anything rude.

The more Xiao Yi looked at it, the more he admired, and said: "What Sage Kong said, 'One day of self-denial is benevolence, and the world returns to benevolence', which is really good. Only when you get here will you know what the true state of etiquette is!"

Walking forward again, I came to a restaurant area. I saw that the lights were on, and the literati leaned on the building to look at the moon, tasting fine wine, chanting poems, so comfortable.

Xiao Yi looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help but be envious, he only hated that there was no ink in his belly, and he had some pride, but he couldn't express it, which made people feel depressed and ashamed.

Although he entered Daqiu City, there was still a long way to go to Shenfu. Seeing that it was not early, Xiao Yi proposed to take a day off and go again tomorrow.

Shen Yirou said: "'The atrium gives birth to laurel trees, and the lanterns are magnificent'. The night view of Daqiu City has just begun, why don't Brother Xiao enjoy the night view with me and move forward together, wouldn't it be wonderful?"

Xiao Yi smiled and said: "In the eyes of Confucianism, there is poetry everywhere. I am a layman, but I ignore the beauty of this world. Fortunately, it is rare to have this good opportunity, so we will visit Daqiu City at night and enjoy the grand scenery of the state of etiquette. ”

As the night grew darker, the city shone like day. Moreover, to Xiao Yi's surprise, the number of pedestrians on the street did not decrease but increased, and people came out of their homes one after another to taste the beauty of the night.

Xiao Yi looked at the laughter on the faces of the people, especially when he heard the frolicking sound of children chasing, his mood gradually improved, and he said secretly: "I hope that the people of the world are like this." ”

Because of his yearning, he felt that there was novelty everywhere. On the road, he didn't let go of an ordinary house, a wine flag, and an eaves, and he always had to take a closer look, which was quite forgetful.

Shen Yirou was also in good spirits, leaning at the window of the car, and explaining where Xiao Yi was looking. The two talked and laughed, but they didn't see loneliness.

Walking through the restaurant area, there is suddenly a large river in front of you, running from west to east, passing through the city.

Unlike other places, three nine-hole stone arch bridges were erected next to each other on the river. The three bridges stand side by side and look spectacular.

Listening to Shen Yirou, these three kinds of bridges are divided into levels, ordinary people can only take the stone bridge on the west side, scholars with fame can take the stone bridge on the east side, and only real Confucian people can take the middle stone bridge.

Xiao Yi shook his head slightly after hearing this. After coming to Qingzhou, what he didn't like the most was this hierarchy.

However, along the way, it was found that the people were not opposed to the hierarchy, but were motivated by it, and were full of a sense of positivity in educating their children and grandchildren and self-admonishment. This state of mind is unprecedented anywhere else. Therefore, Xiao Yi didn't know whether this system was good or bad for a while, so he didn't comment on it for the time being.

Moreover, he also knew in his heart that there would be no equality between people at all, and even the world of peace and virtue that he thought in his heart would also be superior and inferior.

Shen Yirou Bingxue was smart, stared for a moment, and saw that his expression was as usual, Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Yi stood at the head of the bridge, only to see the pedestrians on the stone bridge on the west side, bustling with people; on the stone bridge on the east side, the literati and sorcerers rested along the bridge, chanting poems against each other, and the stone bridge in the middle was empty, and there was no one at all.

Strange to say, there is no one to supervise the bridge, but no one dares to make a mistake, not to mention boarding the middle stone bridge, even if the east side stone bridge does not step on it.

Xiao Yi knew that this was the edification of both virtue and law, and couldn't help laughing: "In this way, I should follow the path of the people on the west side." Then he pulled the carriage and went to the west.

Shen Yirou called and said, "Brother Xiao should take the Central Bridge." ”

Xiao Yi looked left and right and said, "Yirou walks the Central Bridge, and no one will have any objections." If I go up, I'm afraid that it won't take long for Confucian law enforcement disciples to be summoned. ”

Shen Yirou smiled: "When did Brother Xiao become so bold. ”

Xiao Yi smiled: "It has nothing to do with the size of the guts. When you arrive in the country of etiquette, you should observe etiquette. As he spoke, he walked from the west side of the avenue.

Who knows, Shen Yirou's face changed, and said: "Brother Xiao, you just have to take the central bridge, and I will bear what happens." ”

Xiao Yi was stunned for a moment, seeing that he was unhappy, thinking that he was injured and it was inconvenient to argue with him, so he agreed: "Okay, then follow Yirou and walk the Central Bridge once." In my heart, I thought that Shen Yirou couldn't let go of her own identity, and the concept of hierarchy was deep-rooted. (To be continued.) )