There is a very special bitter tree in the village, very tall, very old, without flowering, but with a kind of vitality.

There was a faint sound of reading aloud, coming from the foliage-covered school, and the voice was clear.

The whole Kuya tree is bathed in the glow of the morning sun, the ancient vines are wrapped around the branches, sparsely covering the entire ancient forest, and countless strange flying insects and gorgeously winged brocade birds are flying on the canopy.

A slight purple vine falls into the wooden house under the tree and wraps around the bottom of the house to form a mat.

After the autumn rain, although it is a little cold, the banquet is warm, and there are vine leaves on the side of the banquet, and the wisps of fragrance are overflowing.

Zi said: A gentleman has nine thoughts: seeing Siming, listening to Sicong, Se Siwen, Maung Sigong, Yan Sizhong, thinking respectfully, doubting and asking, thinking about difficulty, and seeing righteousness. Students think that the so-called "Sight ······"

In the middle of the school, there were twenty teenagers and girls sitting cross-legged on the seats, quietly, and seemed to listen attentively to a teenager in the front row reciting the scriptures on the scroll.

The young man was eleven or twelve years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, but his body was thin and his face was a little pale.

This boy was a baby picked up from the river by the people of Youchao Village twelve years ago, and was later adopted by Liu Zhan and his wife, named Yi Zixuan, as his own, and raised him and his son Liu Chengfeng together.

"I have a good back and a thorough understanding, Zixuan, sit down. ”

When Yi Zixuan heard this, he thanked him in his mouth, and then sat down.

There is an old man with white hair in the hall, wearing a long jade crown and a cyan Confucian shirt, and there is a faint sense of righteousness scattered around him, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Mu Zhiqian glanced at Yi Zixuan, revealing a little appreciation, it is really rare for such a smart and humble young man to be as jade, but when he thinks of his body, he can't help but sigh a little.

Mu Zhiqian's tone was gentle and authentic: "The words of Confucius are very good, although this "Analects" is not an immortal Taoism, it contains many truths, and it is close to the essence of the Great Dao from another level. ”

I saw him get up from the hall, holding a scroll in one hand and a ring ruler in the other, walking slowly in the school, and said loudly: "If you want to cultivate immortals, you must first learn to be a man!"

Many teenagers showed thoughtful expressions, and it was impossible to know whether they really realized it, but Yi Zixuan really understood a lot.

Even though he was suffering from a strange illness and was unable to refine his qi and build a Dao foundation, although he was distressed, he put his mind on books after all his attempts were fruitless, and he benefited a lot.

It's just that there are people who don't see it that way.

At this moment, the two teenagers at the back of the school were looking at Yi Zixuan carefully, whispering.

"Sir always says big things, who understands? Hey, you see that sick man pretends to look like him! No wonder Sir likes him so much. Lu Qian patted his tablemate, helplessly.

"You say it's pretending, what's the use of it? After all, it's still a waste that can't be cultivated, and it will only waste our village's food. A hint of jealousy flashed across Liang Yuan's face, and he responded with a little anger.

He also looked at Lu Qian in surprise, as if asking him, how did you say such an idiotic thing.

Smack!

The two talked very devotedly, and when they were talking about excitement, a ring ruler suddenly appeared, patted the heads of the two gently, and they immediately shut up and pretended to read seriously.

Mu Zhiqian didn't say anything, shook his head and walked away, quite a bit of rotten wood is difficult to carve.

The teenagers in the school looked at this one after another, and Lu Qian lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Liang Yuan seemed to feel their ridicule, a little ashamed, and his face turned red, but he secretly set his eyes on Yi Zixuan, obviously settling the account on him.

Before I knew it, I had passed about a cup of tea.

"Dang!"

The bronze bell hanging diagonally at the door rang, and the sound of warmth and warmth instantly swept through the entire ancient forest, causing waves on the Chu River, startling the strange flying insects on the trees and countless brocade birds with gorgeous wings.

The school hall suddenly became silent.

"Let's get out of class!"

All the students hurriedly got up from the table and bowed to Mu Zhiqian: "Goodbye, sir!"

Seeing Mu Zhiqian nodding in agreement, they scattered in twos and threes, scrambling to run out.

Liu Chengfeng didn't rush out, but came to Yi Zixuan's side, urging with a sad face: "Zixuan, let's go home and eat quickly, I'm so hungry!"

"Hmm. ”

Yi Zixuan packed up his books and didn't stay long.

Liang Yuan hid behind a tree and watched the two of them walk away, his eyes gurgling, he didn't know what bad idea he was thinking, Lu Qian patted him on the shoulder, and said curiously: "Ah Yuan, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing, let's go. Liang Yuan hurriedly shook his head, turned around and walked away.

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"Come, Zixuan, eat more meat, you're too thin. Gu Yun sandwiched a piece of golden-colored beast meat and put it into Yi Zixuan's bowl, his face full of pity.

"Thank you, Aunt Yun. Yi Zixuan looked at the bowl full of dishes, fragrant, and only grateful in his heart.

It's just that in this way, some people are unhappy.

"Hmph! Niang is really eccentric, she only gives Zixuan vegetables, not to me, I don't care, I want it too. Liu took advantage of the wind and pushed the big bowl in front of his mother.

"Okay, well, I'll give it to you. ”

Gu Yun looked at his jealous son, who looked like he would never grow up, so he had to clip him with chopsticks.

Yi Zixuan smiled secretly in his heart while eating.

"Zixuan, let me see how your condition is. ”

After breakfast, Gu Yun asked Liu Chengfeng to clean up the table, called Yi Zixuan aside, and reached out to press on his wrist to take his pulse.

Yi Zixuan stood still obediently, but the expression on his face was a little disapproving, as if he had already known the result.

Sure enough, after half a pillar of incense, Gu Yun raised his hand and sighed: "It's still the same, it has neither deteriorated nor improved." Zixuan, you go to decoction first, drink the medicine. ”

"Then I'll go, Aunt Yun. Yi Zixuan ran back to his room, took out a cyan medicine jar, put aconite, poria, Chuanxiong, asarum and other medicinal materials into it, and grinded it very finely with a pestle.

He scooped a large scoop of water from the water tank and put it into the medicine jar, lit a fire, and gently fanned it with a fan.

Gu Yun looked at him like this, watching him make these things a habit and an instinct, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, felt aggrieved for him, and thought, "Why is it such a terminal illness?"

The thick branches and luxuriant leaves were intertwined into a platform, covered with the skin of the fierce beasts in the mountains and fields opposite the Chu River, Yi Zixuan sat on the tree platform, as in the past few years, looking into the distance, starting.

Dozens of wooden houses of six or seven zhang square size, sparsely scattered in the whole ancient forest, set up on the animal skin tree platform, as if integrated with the cangmu, the decoration is concise, simple and natural, making people feel as if they are in the ancient wilderness.

Yi Zixuan knew that he was not from Youchao Village, and Liu Zhan and Gu Yun were just his adoptive father and adoptive mother, and the two did not hide anything from him, he was actually picked up.

He's just a kid his parents don't want.

Whenever he thought of this, Yi Zixuan would always feel at a loss, because he didn't know why his parents wanted to abandon him, and he didn't know where his home was.

Yi Zixuan wanted to find them and ask them why, even if he didn't even know what his parents looked like or what their names were.

When he grew up, he also asked around with his adoptive father Liu Zhan, but he didn't gain anything, at least in the sparsely populated Nanyu Road, he had traveled a lot.

The people in the village felt that he was from the outside world, so if he wanted to pursue the mystery of his origins, he would have to leave Nanyu Road, cross mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and go through all kinds of hardships.

It's just that if you want to do this, you have to have the strength, at least the strength of the Knowing Tibetan Realm, and the path of cultivating immortals, the first three realms are Dao Ji, Zhi Zang, and Huang Ting, and the Dao Base Realm is the twelve canons and eight strange veins in the cultivation body.

But unfortunately, from the moment he was picked up, the meridians in his body were already disordered, and they were the most serious kind, no panacea was used, and it could be called a terminal illness.

Even according to the diagnosis of some pharmacists, he has long since become a waste person and can only be paralyzed in bed. Now although he is thin, he can still move freely, which is beyond his expectations.

The water began to rise, and wisps of cooking smoke rose from the medicine jar, and with the breeze, it passed through the branches and dispersed.

These cooking smoke were in front of Yi Zixuan, but in his eyes, it seemed to be separated by a river, thousands of miles away.