Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

Thousands of mountains are the same color, the sky and the earth are white, and the vast snow is full of the world.

On the forest path from south to north, a tall figure is walking slowly.

With each step, the snow melted, revealing hidden paths hidden among the trees. In his right hand, he held a blood-red long knife, engraved with mysterious runes, and faintly a black dragon roaming.

Lin Yan stared at the heavy snow outside the house in a daze, speechless for a while.

Good spring scenery, just so abruptly, a heavy snow fell and went back.

But he didn't sigh too much, straightened his clothes, and started punching in the courtyard.

After a while, after Lin Yan finished practicing a set of boxing techniques, a voice sounded in the courtyard, "Lin Yan, do you have a name for this boxing technique?"

Lin Yan followed the sound and found that it was a white-haired middle-aged Taoist priest named Lu Yan, the Taoist name Pure Yangzi, and he didn't know when he leaned on the edge of the courtyard gate and watched himself practice boxing.

Lin Yan rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "The person who taught me boxing is also a Taoist priest, and he said that this is called Taijiquan." ”

Lu Yan walked into the courtyard and saw the small bench at the door, so he sat down, "Don't you mind if I sit for a while?"

Lin Yan shook his head and said, "Of course I don't mind, there are very few people in my family, and those who are willing to come are ...... Well, honored guest. ”

Lu Yan smiled: "I see that you seem to be the only one in your family, you shouldn't have ever studied, right?"

Lin Yan pulled over a small bench and sat down a little farther away, a little embarrassed, but still said frankly: "I am an orphan, real people should be able to see that although it is not too hard to live alone these years, there is really no extra money to study." ”

Lu Yan shook his head and smiled: "I didn't mean to laugh at you, I just couldn't find a topic to speak, so I said it casually, don't take it to heart." ”

Lin Yan smiled and said: "So that's the case, if a real person has anything you want to ask, just ask, as long as I know, I will tell you." ”

Lu Yan said: "I just happened to pass by here today, and when I saw you practicing boxing, I thought of your bow yesterday." That's why I came in and chatted a few words, it's not a big deal, you can see if you tell me if you tell me. ”

"What I want to ask is, are you my Taoist disciple?"

Lin Yan was slightly stunned, and then said with some bitterness: "Although the old Taoist priest taught me boxing techniques and some basic Taoist knowledge, I am indeed not a Taoist disciple. ”

Lu Yan asked again, "Why didn't he accept you as a disciple?"

Lin Yan said: "I don't know this, although I asked him at the time, but he said that your Tao is not here, forget it." ”

Lu Yan shook the dust lightly and looked at the sky, as if he was thinking, "Does he go crazy every three years, and then call himself Zhang San crazy?"

Lin Yan was pleasantly surprised: "The real person knows him?"

Lu Yan said softly: "He, he is my former little disciple. ”

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In the courtyard of the school, there is an old peach tree, which is very tall and lush. Originally, it was full of bright peach blossoms, welcoming spring and sending fragrant spring. But after a sudden heavy snow fell on the world, it was a pity that the rare spring color was pressed under the snow.

A tree is pink and silvery-white.

There was a small wooden sign hanging on a branch that was neither high nor low, with four sentences written on it, and a figure in front of the tree looked at it repeatedly and was silent for a long time.

The man's Confucian shirt and robe, his face is like a crown of jade, very handsome, like the son of a wealthy man.

It's really not, at least the people in Ping'an Town don't know. But they knew that this young man, who looked like a spring breeze, was the only teacher in their town.

It's called, Wang Yuechun.

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Bang!

A thunderclap resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the people of the entire Ping'an Town froze in place, like a nightmare.

In the courtyard, Lin Yan also looked demented and looked blank.

Lu Yan shook the dust lightly, and Lin Yan woke up like a nightmare, "Real person, what's going on with that thunder just now?"

Lu Yan said: "If you are in Kyushu today, Taoism and Confucianism are respected, you should know, right? But countless years ago, there were gods in heaven and earth, which are different from the gods who need incense to worship today, and they are the gods recognized by the real heaven and earth avenue, and there is no need for incense in the world." ”

Lu Yan looked at Lin Yan with a surprised face, paused slightly, and then pointed to Gushu Mountain, and said: "Although the heavens and the earth have changed, the years have been ruthless, and countless gods have fallen, there are always some exceptions. For example, there is a self-proclaimed god in this Gu Shan Mountain, and although only the true spirit still exists, it does exist. ”

Lin Yan felt that there were a lot of questions to ask, but he didn't know what to ask, so he only asked in the end: "What is the name of the god in the mountain?"

Lu Yan said with a smile: "It's called Gu Shooting God." It is rumored that she was the god of frost back then, the first beauty, and most importantly, she was also a kendo deity. ”

Lin Yan was speechless, after all, these were too far away from him, whether it was a god or a beauty, or the so-called sword dao, to him it was like the stars in the sky, out of reach.

If the time is pushed back a few years, it is even more unattainable.

Lu Yan looked up at the sky, turned back to Lin Yan and said, "I came to Gushu Mountain by chance, do you want to try it with me?"

Lin Yan was a little moved, but said hesitantly: "This opportunity should be a benefit, and I will have a chance like this?"

Lu Yan said: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are used as dogs." The avenue is ruthless, and it is the same for all living beings. But if you don't even have the idea of giving it a try, how can you be worthy of yourself?"

Lin Yan gradually strengthened his inner thoughts, after this village, there is no such saying, he still knows.

Lu Yan looked solemn and said slowly: "Lin Yan, don't talk about how this world is. But the world is so vast in Kyushu, shouldn't you go out and take a look when you are in the world?"

"And your parents, they should want you to be better. You deserve better, too. ”

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Gu shot mountain.

The mountains are thousands of miles high, proud of the East China Sea, the peaks are showing, and the sky is majestic.

Sleeping Fairy Peak, there is a huge rock near the cliff, and next to it sits a monk and a small novice. Xiao Shami was bored and grabbed the flying snowflakes with his hands, shook his head again for a while, and sighed: "Shi Tian, how long will I have to wait, it will take a while for my hair to grow out, and I will be vulgar by then." ”

The monk named Shatian touched the head of the little novice with a smile, and said gently: "If it grows, it will grow, but it is not vulgar, at most I will shave it for you again." ”

Xiao Shami rolled his eyes and said, "You deserve to be a master, not bad." ”

Shi Tian smiled: "That's, there is no one better than me." Okay, Xuanzang, let's watch more, listen more, talk less, someone is coming. ”

A blood shadow jumped from a few distances to the Sleeping Fairy Peak, the light and shadow dissipated, it was a middle-aged man, dragging a long knife in his hand, not angry and arrogant.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes at Shi Tian and his disciple Xuanzang, and said coldly: "Your monks in Lingzhou are really everywhere, for the sake of the opportunity of this Gu Shooting Mountain, but across the territory of three continents, admire." ”

The monk Shi Tian was not annoyed, and said slowly: "Thank you for the praise of the donor, I have a relationship with my disciple here, and no matter how hard it is, it is worth it." ”

The middle-aged man sneered and said, "I'm too lazy to care about you, don't get in my way later." ”

Shi Tiandao: "Amitabha, the poor monk is naturally the Mo Shi who can't control Baitou Mountain." But this Gu shoots the mountain, this Qingzhou, but in the world of Confucianism, the donor has to do things for three or four times. ”

The middle-aged man surnamed Mo frowned slightly, and asked softly, "Are you threatening me?"

"Ahem, whether he's threatening you or not, I don't know. But you're in Qingzhou, so you still have to talk about some rules. A young scholar in a white cotton coat slowly walked from the clouds, it was Mr. Ping'an Town, Wang Yuechun.

The middle-aged man surnamed Mo held the knife with his right hand secretly exerted, "What rules?"

Wang Yuechun stood still among the mountains and rocks, sighed, and said with some disappointment: "Did you jump out of the cracks in the stones? This is Qingzhou, this is the world of Confucianism, and the rules are naturally the rules of my Confucianism." ”

The voice of Wang Yuechun's words became louder and louder, like the thunder heavenly monarch beating a drum in the sky, deafening.

Why? Because this is my Confucian world.