"You ......" Wei Xuan was so angry that his forehead protruded when he heard this, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak, he could only stare at Lin Zongyue, and after a while, he forced the anger in his heart and said coldly, "Lin Zongyue, you and I were just friends with literature, since ancient times, there is no second in martial arts, no first in literature, I didn't win, you didn't lose, even if we have some verbal conflicts, it's just a small fight, it doesn't hurt at all, I didn't expect you to keep holding a grudge." ”

"I don't hold a grudge against anything. Lin Zongyue raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "Actually, revenge on you is only secondary, the main thing is that you are too talented." ”

"What?" Wei Xuan was stunned when he heard this, frowning and puzzled, "What do you say?"

Lin Zongyue smiled, tapped the table with five fingers, and said proudly: "I have to admit that you are indeed talented, looking at the world, I am afraid that no one can match, if you make a name for yourself, you will definitely be reused by the saints, and then where will I have a foothold, you must know that if you want to destroy a towering giant tree, the easiest way is to break it when he is still a sapling, the water in the officialdom is very deep." ”

Wei Xuan was so angry that his fists clenched, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't speak for a long time, Lin Zongyue saw him like this, his heart felt refreshed, his hand pressed on the table, stood up and said leisurely: "Okay, my words are finished, it's time to go, if you are still smart, don't waste any more time, go home and farm well, otherwise I am afraid that you will fall to the point of begging along the street." He said that he laughed a few times, turned around and opened the door and left, leaving Wei Xuan alone in the room to be angry.

Wei Xuan is full of talent, since he was a child, he has been aiming for the title of the gold list, and his father has repeatedly told him on his deathbed that he must achieve fame, how can he give up easily, and continue to study hard after going back, he will not slack off in the cold and summer, and after another four years in a blink of an eye, he packed his bags again and went to Beijing to take the exam.

But the result was very cruel, he still didn't make the list, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it was Lin Zongyue who made trouble.

Wei Xuan has only cared about studying all these years, and his savings have been spent, and he no longer goes home, so he can only stay in the capital, setting up a stall to write and paint for others to earn some money.

Who knew that Lin Zongyue was in a hurry to kill everything, and sent people to make trouble every day, for several days, Wei Xuan didn't even make a penny, and the stall was smashed to pieces.

At this time, Wei Xuan was really empty-sleeved, desperate, he stood on the street in despair, looking at the beggar who was sitting in the corner begging, and suddenly remembered Lin Zongyue's words four years ago, but he didn't expect that he had really fallen to such a point.

Now it seems that he can only go to begging along the street to survive, but Wei Xuan has been affected by the words of the saint since he was a child, and his heart is difficult to lose, how can he be a beggar, under the shame and anger, he suddenly had the idea of suicide, strode out of the city, and came to the moat.

Looking at the weeping willows on both sides of the river, the grass is bright, he is really a little reluctant to leave this world, but now that he is exhausted, he has reached the Jedi, even if he does not kill himself, he will eventually starve to death, anyway, it is better to have a good time, after hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind, closed his eyes and was about to jump into the river.

"It's easy for you to jump like this, but it's hard to get up. Just when he was about to commit suicide by jumping into the river, an old voice suddenly came from behind him.

Wei Xuan was shocked when he heard this, stopped his movements, turned around and looked back, only to see an old Taoist priest with gray hair and a long beard looking at him with a smile.

Wei Xuan was disheartened at the moment, and said dejectedly: "If you can't come up, you can't come up, anyway, I don't plan to come up." ”

Hearing this, Lao Dao walked up to him with a smile, looked at him carefully, and said: "You seem to be a scholar, you should know the sentence 'Parents who suffer from the hair and skin of the body, dare not damage it', you are so suprecise, how can you be worthy of your parents' hard work in giving birth to you and raising you?"

As soon as Wei Xuan heard this, he immediately remembered his parents, who had worked hard to raise themselves and cultivate them, but he didn't expect that he not only failed to repay them, but also caused them to end up with hatred, as soon as he thought of this, he suddenly felt sad in his heart, lowered his head and shed tears, and said astringently: "I don't want to, but I can't help it, Lin Zongyue is too hateful, I'm really cornered, desperate." ”

Seeing him like this, Lao Dao shook his head and sighed: "How many smart people in the world are stupid to read books. ”

Wei Xuan was stunned when he heard this, raised his head to wipe away his tears and said, "Daoist, do you think I'm stupid?"

The old Taoist nodded and said, "That's right, you're stupid and stupid. ”

Wei Xuan's face turned pale when he heard this, and he was startled like thunder, and shouted, "You...... Who do you say is stupid, say who is stupid, I ...... "He has shown extraordinary talent since he was a child, and he can learn everything as soon as he learns, and he is often praised as a prodigy, which is also something he has always been proud of, but now he is scolded for being stupid and stupid, and he is immediately confused.

"Still don't admit it?" the old Taoist priest chuckled and said slowly, "There are thousands of roads in this world, why did you choose the single-plank bridge of reading." ”

Wei Xuan was angry when he heard this: "How can this be a single-plank bridge!"

"How this is not a single-plank bridge. The old man frowned, and asked with a smile, "Let me ask you, the palace examination is held every four years, how many students come to take the exam each time?"

Wei Xuan thought for a moment and replied, "There are thousands of them." ”

Lao Dao nodded, and asked again: "How many people can make the list?"

Wei Xuan said helplessly: "There are less than a hundred people." ”

"That's it. Lao Dao Ha Lang smiled, and said with his long beard in his hand, "Thousands of people came to take the exam, and only less than 100 people could make the list, and the remaining thousands of people could only go back and study hard again, and come back after four years, and so on, the number may increase or decrease, but there is not much difference, and the list is naturally happy, but what should the loser make a living?"

"That's not the point!" Wei Xuan said loudly, "I, Wei Xuan, have the talent to hit the list, but Lin Zongyue took the lead with dirty means, and now he suppresses me everywhere and doesn't let me be on the list, if it weren't for him, how would I have fallen to the point where I am now!"

Lao Dao shook his head and smiled lightly: "You haven't seen it through, do you know that Lin Zongyue got on this single-plank bridge before you, and no matter what means he used, anyway, he has already gone up, and the single-plank bridge is only so big, how can it accommodate you." ”

Wei Xuan was stunned when he heard this, lowered his head, seemed to have understood the deep meaning of the old Taoist's words, he bowed his head and muttered for a moment, then raised his head and said: "Senior Daoist, you are really insightful, can you give me some advice, what should I do?"

Lao Dao Ha Luha said with a smile: "Poor Dao Fang has already said, be flexible, don't hang yourself on a tree, this road doesn't work, just change the road." ”

"However, it is not in vain that I have studied hard for so many years, and my father told me on his deathbed that I must achieve fame and glory to my ancestors. Wei Xuan was obviously not reconciled.

Lao Dao thought for a while and asked, "Little brother, have you ever seen a corrupt official?"

Wei Xuan immediately said: "Of course I have seen it, the county orders and prefects in my hometown are all corrupt officials, and I feel disgusted when I see their faces." ”

Lao Dao sighed when he heard this: "In fact, they were like you at the beginning, full of enthusiasm, studying hard, vowing to gain fame and help the country, but when they entered the officialdom, it changed, it was more turbid than the dye vat of the dyeing workshop, no matter how firm your mind was, after all, you still have to be polluted, otherwise you can't mix in the officialdom at all, if you achieve fame, you will eventually become such a disgusting person." ”

Wei Xuan was stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't say a word.

Lao Dao paced two steps, came to the river, pointed to the lotus flower in the river, and said with a light smile: "If it were me, I would only like to be a green lotus in the heart of the river, and no one would want to contaminate me, what do you think?"

Wei Xuan heard this, as if he was drinking, he suddenly opened his mouth, waved towards the old Taoist priest, and said respectfully: "Daoist, the kid is stupid, today you have to be enlightened, and suddenly I feel that I have lived in vain for more than 20 years, and the kid wants to follow you, participate in the Taoism for the rest of his life, and seek a trace of cleanliness in the turbid world." ”

"Okay, there is Huigen!" The old Taoist priest smiled when he heard this, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said happily, "You disciple, poor Dao has accepted it!"

After Lao Dao finished speaking, he turned around and left, Wei Xuan didn't ask much, and followed behind him unhurriedly.

Since then, Wei Xuan has followed the old way Lang to trace the end of the world, the old way is a martial arts master, since he accepted Wei Xuan as a disciple, he naturally wants to teach him a lifelong martial arts, and every time the two go to a place, they will help to correct and eliminate evil, and defend the righteousness of heaven and earth with the power of the end.

It wasn't until this moment that Wei Xuan really realized how ignorant his previous self was, and he said the sage's words "self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world" all day long, which sounded chiseled and righteous, but how many people could do it, only with a heart that was beyond the red dust, could they forget their selfish desires and help the world.

After another ten years, the old Taoist Xianyou, only Wei Xuan was left alone, Lang traces of the rivers and lakes, he wandered north and south, his mind gradually broadened, and he realized a set of martial arts from this rolling red dust, he called himself Hongchen faction, and outsiders called Hongchen martial arts.

When Wei Xuan was fifty years old, he took a ten-year-old boy as an apprentice, and the boy's name was Yan Lun, who was smart and clever, and was suitable for cultivating his Hongchen martial arts.

After nearly 20 years, Wei Xuan finally died because he was too old, his whole body gradually dissipated, he couldn't afford to fall ill, and he passed away, and only his disciple Yan Lun sent him to the end.

The moment Wei Xuan died, his soul left his body and floated into the air, he could see his body lying there very quietly, he wanted to go back, but he couldn't control himself.

Gradually, his soul lost consciousness and gradually returned to chaos, with only a faint light wandering around, flying into the white clouds.

I don't know how long it was, and I don't know how far it flew, but the light came out of the clouds, fell into the mortal world, and at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, it was a rural farmhouse, and the earthen houses were dilapidated.

Not long after the bright light entered, he heard the sound of a baby crying inside, and Li Qianmo's second reincarnation began.

His life in this second life could not have been more ordinary, he became a farmer, and he was a tenant farmer who did not even have a field, he got up early every day and worked greedily at night, always eating moldy rice and wild vegetables, and his life was extremely hard.

Facing the loess with his back to the sky like this, Li Qianmo's second life passed in a mess, and soon his third life began.

His third life was still born in the countryside, but he did not inherit his father's business, unwilling to be a farmer for a lifetime, left his hometown and went to the city, and after entering the city to find work, in order to get more money, he went to a green building to do **, specially to send people wine and food, if someone makes trouble, he will beat people.

In this kind of place, he had to meet all kinds of people every day, and gradually, he stopped being as wooden as before, and became sleek, and this life passed like this.

His fourth life was a teacher, and the fifth life was not bad, born in the nomadic family of the steppe, and became a herdsman.

This life after life is reincarnated, and each life goes through many decades, but this is just a dream, and in the real world outside, not even a day has yet come.