ps: When you read this chapter, I was already on my way, and I could come back at the beginning of the tenth year. See you then.

Yang Yi walked aimlessly in this world for many days, and he has been thinking hard about the root cause of the Song Dynasty's weakness and oppression. Later, it suddenly became clear: "The problem is still in the Confucianism of this world!"

He has lived in the Taishi's Mansion for more than ten years, and he has a little understanding of Confucianism in the Han Dynasty. Now that I think about the root cause, I naturally think of education.

The Confucianism of the Han Dynasty where he was born pays attention to the natural nature, repays virtue with virtue, repays grievances with straightforwardness, strengthens the body, and strengthens the body.

On the other hand, in the Song Dynasty today, pseudo-Confucianism is rampant, all day long, poetry, books, etiquette and righteousness, benevolence, righteousness and morality are hung in the mouth, and there is endless infighting in private. But what is the use of integrity? That is something that only losers have, and the victors have never said that they have integrity, but if it is said that so-and-so has integrity and is a well-known figure, then this person must be a loser. It is a bit wrong for a country to enshrine the words and deeds of a loser as a golden rule. It's good for people to have integrity, but integrity doesn't solve big problems.

At this time, Yang Yi was walking on a mountain road, and the yellow horse was walking slowly, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: "Do you have to kill a few Hongxue and Confucians? These people are a serious disaster, it is no less than the invasion of foreign tribes, foreign tribes only kill people, but what they kill is the backbone and wildness of the people, and the disaster is even more serious!"

Just thinking about it, suddenly a sound of scolding came from the woods in front of him, Yang Yi turned a deaf ear, what he saw and heard along the way, he saw more of this kind of fighting, and after a little concentration, he found that both sides of the fight had a good kung fu, which was much higher than the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, and he didn't bother to pay attention to these. The people in the rivers and lakes are old, as long as it is not a tragic matter of robbery and murder, he doesn't bother to care.

The yellow horse was still moving forward slowly, and the path ahead was passing through the middle of the woods, and when Yang Yixing arrived in the woods, the sound of fighting became more intense, and the sound of shouting and scolding was endless.

Yang Yi frowned and turned his head, and found that the sword light flashed in the woods, and the two groups of people were fighting. After a closer look, it turned out that there was a third party watching in the grove. It was a man named Hanako, who was lying on the tree at this time watching them fight with relish, and from time to time picked up a big vermilion lacquer gourd and poured a sip of wine to drink, which seemed to be very pleasant. But he was drinking and watching the play so swaggeringly, and although the skills of the people in the fight below were not low, he didn't find anyone in the tree.

On one side of the fight, there was a person who was good at using darts, and suddenly threw a dart, and one of the other side was injured, and after a few darts, the other party had already injured five people in a row, and he was invincible.

Yang Yi saw that the dart man's technique was quite mysterious, and the dart sent was shining, it was actually gold-plated, and the shot was quite magnanimous, but at the same time, it also showed that this person was confident in his secret weapon kung fu, and he was convinced that his dart would not go empty.

The middle-aged man on the tree made Hanako look elated, and when she poured the wine, a gust of wind blew, blowing out a little of the wine, turning into a wine mist and covering everyone under the tree. The old flower secretly called bad luck, was about to go down the tree, the people below smelled the aroma of wine, and looked up at the same time, the person who sent the dart said angrily: "Which good friend is on the tree?"

The person who sent the dart was shocked, he had never made a dart in vain, and he was a little surprised to see that this dart was so easy to pick up, and said with a smile: "Good friend, this dart is not very easy to take!"

Lao Zhaohua said: "Anyway, you sent it to Lao Zhaohua, this is called not taking it for nothing! If there is, I will give a few more, and I will change some wine to drink!"

The dart man was furious, "Okay, then I'll give you a few more!" waved his hands again and again, and one after another golden darts flew like locusts at the old cries on the tree.

The old man laughed and moved. It has risen into the air, and his hands are extremely fast and grabbed a few in the air, more than a dozen golden darts have all arrived in his hands, twisted in the air, and the body that had fallen can turn in the air, and pounced on another big tree, and then a few jumps have been out of the woods, and when he reached the forest path, the two groups of people saw him take the dart down the tree, and turned in the air like a swimming dragon, and they were all stunned.

The middle-aged man called Huazi to the path, and suddenly saw Yang Yi straddle the horse, his eyes lit up, and praised: "Good horse, good horse!" looked up and saw Yang Yi's majestic, heroic, and very imposing, just a brocade hat and mink fur, a picture of the dress of a child of a noble family, and couldn't help but secretly shake his head: "It's a pity that this is a good horse!" Suddenly his nose twitched, "Hey, it's so fragrant! This is the smell of Huang's roast chicken!"

Yang Yi walked on the road, never treated himself badly, what he ate and wore was the world's first-class things, this time passing by a small town, he found that there was a restaurant in the town that the roast chicken tasted good, which was a must in the world, so he bought a few more and was ready to enjoy it on the road, but now he was called by the middle-aged Huazi nose and knew where the roast chicken came from, and he admired the person's nose very much. I saw that his nose kept sniffing and trotting to follow him, with a salivating expression, secretly amused. At that moment, he took out a pack of roast chicken from the cross basket and threw it to the middle-aged man: "Take it!"

Called Huazi Daxi, hurriedly reached out to take the roast chicken, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the reward!" He is called Hanako, and he is given something by others, which is a common thing, and the son in front of him looks like a rich child, a roast chicken is nothing, and it is not unusual to give one to himself.

But seeing that Yang Yi was so bold, just seeing his own slanderous appearance, he did not hesitate to give the roast chicken to himself, which was quite kind to his temperament, and looked at Yang Yi very pleasing to the eye for a while, and thought: "Although there are good people among the rich, there are more evil people, and a noble son like this is rare in the world." This person does not know the dangers of the rivers and lakes, and the brocade-clothed BMW walks alone, which will inevitably cause disaster. ”

He is the ancestor of the world called Huazi, and he refuses to accept gifts from others, especially food, and wants to give this person the golden dart in his arms as a reward for roast chicken, but people are not short of these things at all, and he made up his mind, "I received such a small gift from him today, and I happened to be fine these days, and I had to keep him safe all the way." ”

Yang Yi saw that he was carrying a jade staff on his waist and a big gourd with vermilion lacquer on his back, and he was walking far away on the road, and laughed loudly: "Why do you want to send it all the way? If you want to eat, I still have a little bit here." ”

Hong Qigong heard him talking to him from afar, his voice was as clear as in his ears, and he was shocked: "Do you recognize me?"

Yang Yidao: "The name of the nine-fingered beggar Hong Qigong, how many people in the world don't know?"

Hong Qigong had already arrived in front of Yang Yi: "Good boy, who are you from?"