Chapter 191: Zhuang Zhou Mengdie

The furious tornado turned into transparent dragons, baring their hideous fangs and raging in the air.

The earth cracked, revealing a bottomless dark abyss, and a cool breeze blew up, as if connected to the Nine Hells.

Qin Chen's eyes were blurred, unmoved by external objects, but in fact, Qin Chen could no longer feel the changes of external objects, and his entire mind had fallen into a fantasy place, which seemed real and dreamy.

On a summer afternoon, the weather changes.

Just now it was still scorching heat, and the next moment it became lightning and thunder, and the black clouds covered the boundless land, and after a while, the rain poured down, not giving people the slightest time to react, and the pedestrians on the street dodged one after another, and the stalls ran towards the shelter. In a matter of moments, the street was empty.

In the house of Confucius in the east of the city, there was the sound of teenagers and girls reading aloud.

His beard was already gray, and he was wearing an extremely simple and even poor dress, Confucius, who held the book behind his back with both hands, half-closed his eyes, and shook his head. The Lord is virtuous, and he is involved in vulgarity and filth. ”

In the lobby, there are tables and stools below, and all the teenagers and girls are wearing uniform student uniforms, and they are also shaking their heads and following their backs, "I am young and honest and honest, and I am not righteous in my body." The Lord is virtuous, and he is involved in vulgarity and filth. ”

"There is nothing to consider this Shengdexi, and it is sad and sad for a long time. The emperor told Wu Yang and said: 'There are people below, and I want to assist them.' The soul is scattered, and you give it. Wu Yang said: "It is difficult to follow the dream of God." ’”

"There is nothing to consider this Shengdexi, and it is sad and sad for a long time. The emperor told Wu Yang and said: 'There are people below, and I want to assist them.' The soul is scattered, and you give it. Wu Yang said: "It is difficult to follow the dream of God." ’”

"The soul is back! The South can't stop. The carving theme is black teeth, and the flesh of the human is worshipped, and the bones are used as the base. The pit viper is viper, and the fox is thousands of miles away. Nine male heads. Coming and going, swallowing people to benefit their hearts. Come back, come back, don't be promiscuous for a long time. ”

"The soul is back! The South can't stop. The carving theme is black teeth, and the flesh of the human is worshipped, and the bones are used as the base. The pit viper is viper, and the fox is thousands of miles away. There are nine male heads, coming and going, swallowing people to benefit their hearts. Come back, come back, don't be promiscuous for a long time. ”

"Dream with Wang, first after class. The king himself is embarrassed, and he is worried about the youth. Zhu Mingcheng is at night, and the time cannot be drowned. Gaolan was swept away. Sluth. The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it. The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad. The soul goes to return and mourns Jiangnan. ”

"Dream with Wang, first after class. The king himself is embarrassed, and he is worried about the youth. Zhu Mingcheng is at night, and the time cannot be drowned. Gaolan was swept away, and Silu gradually. The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it. The eyes are extremely thousand. Broken heart. The soul goes to return and mourns Jiangnan. ”

Listening to the quieter and quieter voices, some students looked left and right, and the fugue was too empty. And the rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier.

Confucius sighed, picked up the book he was carrying behind his back, and stroked his beard, "Okay." That's all for today, go back! Don't forget, you have to review this song "The Conjuring". ”

"Yes. Pedant. All the students stood up, saluted, and bowed in unison.

Confucius nodded and began to pack up the books on the desk.

Those students packed up one after another, picked up the oil-paper umbrellas they had already brought, said to Confucius, and disappeared directly into the rain.

But there are also some students who have not been able to predict the prophet, so they can only wait here, hoping to see their parents coming, but there are also some students who rushed out in the heavy rain.

The students who stayed here were not in a hurry, and chatted in twos and threes. To be honest, before Confucius, there was no private school in the city, after all, it was just a small city, a forgotten small city.

Here, the voices of these students were quieter, and although they were fighting, they were still in order.

Because, they respect this Confucius, of course, these fifteen or sixteen-year-old children don't know this, but their parents told them to respect this Confucius.

Confucius, it is said that he was originally from this small city, was the first person to be admitted to Xiucai, and left this small county town, it is said that he once served as a big official in the capital and was the teacher of the current emperor.

In short, Confucius was very learned, and the people of this small county naturally respected such a learned person.

Confucius was sorting out the books, and suddenly, a pair of shoes appeared in front of him, Confucius raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face, "Qin Chen, what's wrong, what's the problem I don't understand?"

This is a young man who looks quite thin, but he has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, other than that, there is nothing else surprising, but he studies very seriously, you must know that these students are all sent by the squires in the county town in order to take care of Confucius's face, and there are few studious, so Confucius has a deep impression of Qin Chen.

Qin Chen bowed, revealing a puzzled expression, "Master, dare to ask, are there any immortals in the world?"

Confucius's face turned pale, "Zi is silent, strange and confused, how many times have I said this, why, you still ask such a question, you children! If you don't study hard, just read those idle books." ”

Qin Chen scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, "Master, it's not like that, it's just that I had a dream, a very real dream, and I dreamed that I became a character like a fairy, I knew it was a dream, but I remember everything in the dream clearly, and I don't know if this is a dream or not." ”

Confucius looked at the time, it was still very early, and immediately said: "Then you tell the old man the content of your dream, and the old man can solve your doubts for you." ”

Qin Chen was overjoyed, and immediately roughly said the content of his dream.

Said that he was a person in a strange world, for some reason, he came to a place called the Vast Continent, encountered the beast tide, met Huihui and Du Yuewei, came to the Xianling Continent, adventured in the Great Lake of Beidou City, and crossed the Dill River dangerously. The ancient land of the god of fire crossed the catastrophe, and Qingyan City met the four-winged angel. A magnificent picture appeared in front of Confucius's eyes with Qin Chen's description.

In the end, Qin Chen scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's gone when I get here, because I'm already awake." ”

After listening to the story, Confucius glanced at a girl in the distance with his eyes, "What, you are interesting to that little girl Yuewei?" ”

Qin Chen didn't expect that Confucius, who was usually very serious, would say such a thing. immediately made a big red face, cramped and uneasy, and explained again and again, but the more he explained, the more unclear he became, the key was that Qin Chen didn't know how he felt about Du Yuewei, Du Yuewei was the baby girl of the local county order, and she was also the first beauty in the local area, basically there was no boy in the private school who didn't like her.

Looking at Qin Chen, who was cramped and uneasy, Confucius smiled and waved his hand. "Don't be so nervous, young man! It's normal to have a hazy liking for girls, as long as you don't do anything excessive, so as not to regret it for the rest of your life." ”

Qin Chen knew that Confucius had completely misunderstood. Knowing that the explanation was useless, he immediately asked, "Master, what is the matter with this dream of mine, is it true or false?"

Confucius frowned and said, "As the saying goes, the son is silent and the power is confused. I should have scolded you, but I'm going to think the same way at your age. Fantasized about being able to resist the sword for a thousand miles and soar through the clouds, if I say that, I'm afraid it will seem like I'm hypocritical, so I'll tell you a story!"

Qin Chen immediately listened attentively.

Confucius said: "In ancient times, there was a great sage, named Zhuangzi, one night, Zhuangzi had a dream, dreamed that he became a butterfly, in this dream, Zhuangzi spent the life of a butterfly, when the dream woke up, Zhuangzi was confused, I don't know whether he is a dream now, this is a dream to wake up, or a butterfly dreamed of becoming Zhuangzi, Qin Chen! Do you say that Zhuangzi dreamed that he became a butterfly, or that the butterfly dreamed that he became Zhuangzi. What is true and what is false?"

Qin Chen scratched his head, "Can butterflies dream?"

Confucius smiled dumbly, "Even if you can, what's your answer?"

Qin Chen thought for a while and replied: "The student thinks that Zhuangzi should be true and the butterfly is false, after all, if this is the case, then the butterfly is too demonic, and Zhuangzi is true, and it can also be accepted by people." Master, is my answer correct?"

Confucius didn't tell him the answer, but said: "It's all up to your heart, Qin Chen! When you can figure out this question, you will be able to solve your own doubts, and only you can answer your own question, and the old man can't say it." After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Qin Chen in confusion.

Qin Chen lowered his head and pondered, he didn't understand which of Zhuangzi or Butterfly was true, and he didn't understand what Confucius's last sentence meant.

"Hey, Qin Chen, what are you thinking?" A big fleshy palm lined up on Qin Chen's shoulder, waking Qin Chen up.

Listening to the voice coming from behind him, a smile appeared on Qin Chen's face, washed away the annoyance that his thoughts were interrupted, and turned around to look at the big fat man in front of him.

This is a teenager about the same age as Qin Chen, but his body size is twice as fat as Qin Chen, and his school uniform is still the largest size specially customized, his round belly can't be concealed, and his small eyes are almost inaudible.

"I'll ask you a question. "This young man's name is Sun Xiaochuan, and he is a good friend of Qin Chen, mainly because the two families are neighbors, one of them is extremely fat, and the other is extremely thin, forming a stark contrast, but these two people have become good friends.

"What kind of question, you ask! There is no question in this world that my Sun Xiaochuan will not know. Sun Xiaochuan patted his chest, Qin Chen felt a little funny, Sun Xiaochuan's grades have been in the countdown stage in the private school, if he didn't help him tutor every day, I'm afraid he would be able to dominate the penultimate throne.

Without debunking Sun Xiaochuan's words, Qin Chen asked: "In ancient times, there was a great sage, named Zhuangzi, one night, Zhuangzi had a dream, dreamed that he had become a butterfly, in this dream, Zhuangzi spent the life of a butterfly, when the dream woke up, Zhuangzi was confused, I don't know if I am a dream now, this is a dream to wake up, or a butterfly dreamed of becoming Zhuangzi, Qin Chen! Do you say that Zhuangzi dreamed that he became a butterfly, or that the butterfly dreamed that he became Zhuangzi. What is true and what is false?"

Sun Xiaochuan said without thinking: "Of course the butterfly is real, and Zhuangzi is fake." ”

Qin Chen couldn't help but stagnate, why did Sun Xiaochuan's answer be completely opposite to his own, and he would fight so crisply?

Sun Xiaochuan said with a deserved expression: "The butterfly is real, Zhuangzi is fake, then there is no Zhuangzi in the world, so we don't want to study Zhuangzi's articles." ”

"Have we studied Zhuangzi's writings?" Qin Chen said in amazement.

"Of course. Sun Xiaochuan smashed Qin Chen, "Didn't you just learn that "Kunpeng Fu" some time ago? ”

Qin Chen thought about it carefully, he really hadn't learned this "Kunpeng Fu". And it seems that his memories of the past are so vague, he didn't think much about it, Qin Chen felt a little ridiculous for Sun Xiaochuan's answer, the reason turned out to be this.

immediately smiled and said: "Even if there is no Zhuangzi, Confucius will definitely choose another great sage to study, no matter what, you can't escape." ”

Sun Xiaochuan sighed, and then cried with a face, "So that's the case, it's too simple to think about yourself." Don't talk about this, our dad didn't come, it seems that the business is too busy, should we run back. ”

Qin Chen shook his head, "Let's wait a little longer!" The heavy rain outside the window still kept falling, without the slightest sign of stopping, the entire sky had turned dark, and the candles in the private school had been lit, dispelling some of the darkness. Raindrops hit the beams of the house and the leaves outside the house, making a crisp sound.

"What were you talking about just now?" A crisp voice sounded in Qin Chen's ears, pulling him back from the edge of contemplation.

Qin Chen looked up. The whole face was directly red, but fortunately, it was relatively dark in the private school at this time, so no one noticed that the reason for Qin Chen's blush was very simple. Because the owner of this voice is Du Yuewei.

This is the daughter of the county order, and Qin Chen and Sun Xiaochuan are people from two worlds, if it weren't for Confucius to run this private school. Qin Chen probably didn't know what the county commander's daughter looked like all his life, although the two were classmates, they had never said a word, why did this Du Yuewei take the initiative to say hello?

If it was in the past, Qin Chen would never have blushed, but because of that dream and Confucius's words, Qin Chen felt a little flustered, especially when he thought of some explicit fragments in the dream.

If you look carefully now, you will find that this Du Yuewei is worthy of being the first beauty in a small county, although she is only sixteen years old, her body has completely grown, her whole body is full of fairy energy, she is wearing an ordinary student uniform, she is wearing a different charm, her hair is simply tied up with two jewelry, but she is playful and cute, the key is that there is no county daughter's shelf, and she is very popular among her classmates.

"Classmate Qin Chen, are you okay?" a small and delicate hand shook in front of Qin Chen's eyes.

Qin Chen hurriedly woke up and waved his hand a little embarrassedly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm in a daze thinking about the problem." It's just that Sun Xiaochuan, who was snickering next to him, seriously betrayed Qin Chen's mind.

Du Yuewei asked curiously: "I just saw that you talked to the master for a long time, and talked to classmate Sun for a while, what are you talking about, can you tell me?"

"Absolutely. Before Qin Chen could answer, Sun Xiaochuan said first, and immediately said the question of Zhuangzi and Butterfly.

Du Yuewei's green jade fingers supported her fair chin, frowning cutely, "Zhuangzi and Butterfly should be fake!"

It was a different answer, and Qin Chen hurriedly asked the reason.

Du Yuewei replied: "Whether it is Zhuangzi or butterfly, they are all lost in dreams, Zhuangzi doesn't know if he dreamed and became a butterfly, and the butterfly doesn't know if he dreamed and became a butterfly, both are dreams, dreams, are illusory, so Zhuangzi and butterflies are fake." ”

Qin Chen recalled Du Yuewei's answer, which seemed to make some sense, but it didn't seem to make sense.

"Okay, the old housekeeper is here to pick me up, I should go, if there are any good questions next time, you must tell me as soon as possible. ”

"Definitely, definitely. Sun Xiaochuan shook his chubby, greasy big hands and watched Du Yuewei disappear into the rain in a sedan chair, while Qin Chen had been thinking about this question and didn't find that Du Yuewei had left.

Seeing Qin Chen like this, Sun Xiaochuan was angry and slapped Qin Chen on the back of the head.

Qin Chen hurriedly woke up, looked around, and wondered, "What about Du Yuewei?"

"Already back. Sun Xiaochuan was angry, "Qin Chen, Qin Chen, you are really an elm head, Du Da Beauty has talked to us, you know how to think about problems, don't you know how to chat with others? If I wasn't too fat, I'm afraid I would never give you this opportunity." ”

Qin Chen smiled bitterly: "Her father is the county commander, it is impossible for us." ”

"Oh, yes. Sun Xiaochuan thought about it, and he didn't care about the problem.

Looking at Sun Xiaochuan, who had such a big nerve, Qin Chen was used to it, and immediately continued to think about his own problems.

Three people, three different answers. Qin Chen thinks that Zhuangzi is true and butterflies are false; Sun Xiaochuan thinks that butterflies are true and Zhuangzi is false; and Du Yuewei thinks that Zhuangzi and butterflies are fake.

Qin Chen didn't know whose answer was correct, and Confucius's last sentence was the focus of Qin Chen's concern, thinking that he had enough dreams, although he knew that it was false, but Qin Chen had never had such a real dream, and he was a little confused for a while. (To be continued......)