"At the beginning of man, nature is good. The pen, fun, and pavilion are similar in nature www.biquge.info and the habits are far away. If you don't teach, sex is migration. The way of teaching is to be specialized. Xi Meng's mother, choose a neighbor, the son does not learn, the son does not learn, the son does not learn......"

In a thatched hall, a doll about four or five years old stood in the middle of more than 20 dolls, constantly repeating the words "Zi does not learn", while looking at a thin old gentleman in front of him with timid eyes.

The old gentleman smiled and said to another older girl next to the doll: "Ziyu, you come to pick up the next sentence." ”

The older girl stood up, bowed to the old gentleman, and recited crisply: "If you don't learn, you will be cut off." Dou Yanshan, who has a righteous side, teaches five sons, and is famous. ”

The old gentleman smiled: "Not bad." Sit down. Then, the old gentleman smiled at the four- or five-year-old doll and said, "Yiquan, you can sit down too." ”

After the four or five-year-old doll also sat down, the old gentleman bowed his hand to an old man sitting behind the cottage and said, "Brother Zhang, the old man is ashamed! Yiquan, this child, every time he carries it here, he will be a little sluggish. It's the old decay that teaches no way. Please forgive Brother Zhang!"

The old man hurriedly stood up, and hurriedly followed the old gentleman's example and arched his hand: "Mr. Mo, you are too polite! This kid has only been in your school for so many days, and he can not only write his own name, but also memorize such esoteric articles. You gave the boy a table again. Old man, it's too late for me to be grateful to my husband, how can I dare to blame him? Sir said that, but I want to let the old man lose my life!"

When the old man spoke, more than a dozen other old people around the old man also stood up and said to the old man: "Yes, Mr. Mo, you are a person who has a university question." You are willing to come to our poor place to teach children to read and write, but it is a blessing that our ancestors of Lujiaya have cultivated for eight lifetimes!"

"Mr. Mo, don't be polite to us! If you are so polite again, we will really be embarrassed. ”

"Mr. Mo, the dolls in the village can now read and write, and even the girls can read and count, where is this something we dared to think of before? You are the Wenqu star sent to us by the Bodhisattva!"

"Yes, my old money has pressed the handprints all my life, and I have the cheekiness to learn from Mr. Mo a few times, and I can write my own name. Mr. Mo, you are a god!"

“......”

A group of old men gave up their hands to the old gentleman, and at the same time praised the old gentleman with all kinds of kind and flattering words that they could think of.

A group of dolls covered their mouths and snickered when they heard these compliments that were used in the right place or in the wrong place. The children's eyes when they looked at the old gentleman were full of gratitude.

Although this thatched cottage looks simple, in this mountain village called Lujiaya, in addition to the ancestral hall of the Lu family's ancestral hall, it is the most noble place in the village. Even the land temple in the village that has existed for an unknown amount of time is far less noble than this thatched cottage in the hearts of today's Lujiaya people.

There is no him, just because this is the only school in this remote mountain village.

This thatched cottage was built by the people of the village according to his requirements after the old gentleman known as Mr. Mo came to the village to start teaching.

This Mr. Mo has lived in the village since he came to Lujiaya Village more than ten years ago. Except for occasionally going out to study for a period of time and bringing back some books and pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the children in the village, this Mr. Mo spends almost all his time teaching the children in the village.

Mr. Mo teaches with three characteristics. First, Mr. Mo did not take a penny, but only asked the people in the village to provide him with the most basic rations and daily necessities. Second, Mr. Mo never reprimands his children. Third, Mr. Mo teaches, and there is no class in teaching. Men and women of all ages in the village can come to the lecture if they wish.

However, after some grumpy parents in the village who came to listen to the class, after seeing that their children could not recite the articles that Mr. Mo asked to memorize, they got angry on the spot in the grass hall and scolded their children, and Mr. Mo no longer allowed the adults to come to listen to the class with the children.

The adults in the village are not allowed to listen to the classes with the children, but Mr. Mo will give lectures to the adults in the village for three days every month. Moreover, every half month, Mr. Mo would invite the old people in the village to come and watch him check the learning situation of the children on the spot. There is only one requirement. Regardless of whether the children can answer Mr. Mo's question or not, the old people are not allowed to speak, let alone lose their temper.

Today is the day when the old people came to watch Mr. Mo's spot check.

Every time Mr. Mo randomly inspected the children, if any of the children could not answer his questions, Mr. Mo would take the fault on himself and apologize to the old people who came to watch.

But the old people know that in the past ten years, Mr. Mo has taught a lot of talents for Lujiaya Village, and two of them even passed the Jinshi examination. If your own children can't learn well, where can you blame Mr.?

Yes, seeing that Mr. Mo was blaming himself again, how could the old people sit still?

After a period of commotion, Mr. Mo was about to ask the old people to sit down again, and his expression suddenly froze slightly. Immediately, a voice sounded outside the cottage: "Mr. Mo is here to visit!"

After Mr. Mo walked out of the cottage and took a look, he walked back to the cottage and said to the old people and children in the cottage: "Brothers, children, there are several old people who have come to visit. That's all for today's lesson. Ladies and gentlemen, please go back first. ”

When the old man heard this, he immediately said: "Mr. Mo has a friend coming to visit, the old man will go back to Zhang Luo Zhang Luo, let the old woman kill an old hen, and then go back and invite Mr. Mo and his friends to the old man for a few drinks." ”

Other old people also spoke and asked Mr. Mo and his friends to come to their house for dinner later.

Mr. Mo smiled and said, "Thank you brothers, please go back first." Zhang Luo's matter, there is no need to bother. The old man has seen a few old people. If there is a need for a while, the old man will open his mouth to the old brothers. ”

When a group of old men heard Mr. Mo say this, they told Mr. Mo not to be polite for a while, and then walked out of the cottage with a group of children.

Walking to the door of the thatched hall, everyone saw three people standing quietly outside the thatched hall.

The middle person, about fifty years old, has a righteous face and a smile like a spring breeze on his face. To the left of this person, there stood a mighty man, his whole body wrapped in a large coat, and his facial expression was very serious. To the right of this person, there is a very beautiful half-aged with a charming smile on her face.

When the old men saw that Mr. Mo's three friends were all in good shape, they hurriedly took the children forward to salute and say hello. After the three of them returned the salute very politely, the old man and the children went their separate ways.

After everyone left, Mr. Mo walked out of the cottage and asked lightly, "Why did the three of you come? ”

The man in the middle smiled: "Once born, twice cooked." After seeing each other today, we and Mr. Mo are old friends. ”

Mr. Mo smiled: "The three of them haven't told the old man yet, why are they here?" ”

The man in the middle smiled and said, "We came today just to ask Mr. Mo a word." ”

Mr. Mo said, "Please speak." ”

The man in the middle asked, "Where is he?"

Mr. Mo frowned slightly and asked, "Who?"

The man in the middle smiled: "He who broke Mr. Mo's Spirited Away." Mo Qianxun, Mr. Mo. If I say that, Mr. Mo should know who the person I asked is, right?"

Mr. Mo's eyes froze slightly, and he said, "Thirteen people?"

The man in the middle stroked his palms and smiled: "I thought that Mr. Mo had taught for more than ten years, and he had already left his work behind." Mr. Mo has good ears. ”

Mr. Mo sighed and said, "It seems that the old man can't say it?"

The man in the middle smiled and said, "We came today to ask Mr. Mo to solve our doubts." Please also ask Mr. Mo not to hide his secrets. ”

Mr. Mo sighed again and said, "What if the old man forgets?"

The man in the middle laughed again: "I don't know the lives of forty-seven families in Lujiaya Village, can I make Mr. Mo remember the whereabouts of that person?"

Mr. Mo was silent for a moment and said, "Okay." As soon as the words fell, Mr. Mo's body spun, and countless hidden weapons shot out in all directions like a rain of flowers in the sky. Most of the hidden weapons shot directly at the three people in front of them.

The man in the middle sighed softly, leaned forward, approached Mr. Mo, stretched out his hand, and hit Mr. Mo's chest with a fist, knocking Mr. Mo's entire chest into it. When this person was bullied, countless hidden weapons hit his body, but they fell to the ground one after another.

When this person made a move, the mighty man pulled the big sword on his body, and with a swing, covered all the hidden weapons that hit him. The extremely beautiful half-aged laughed coquettishly, jumped up from the spot, jumped into the air, and avoided all the hidden weapons that shot at her.

When the three of them made a move, around the grass hall, there was a continuous sound of falling to the ground, indicating that someone had been hit by the hidden weapon sent by Mr. Mo.

After the man in the middle knocked Mr. Mo down, he reached out and took off a shadowless needle from the Chengwee acupoint, frowned slightly, and said, "Spirited Away, it really deserves its name." It's still too big. ”

The mighty man asked in a rough voice, "Heavenly King, what should we do next?"

The man in the middle sighed: "What a headache! Is it worth it for a drunkard? With so many secret weapons, if the King of Faith is here, there will not be enough people in the whole village to kill, right? Leave a few who can go out and report the news. And he burned the bodies of the ten. ”

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Soon after, a raging fire broke out in Lujiaya Village. Except for this thatched cottage, the entire village was burned to the ground.

In the thatched hall, next to Mr. Mo's corpse, there was a flying knife three inches and seven minutes long.