There is no doubt that Jue is a person who loves reading books, tea, and flowers.

Under the guidance of a certain feudal patriarch who did not want to be named, Jue went down the mountain every time he went down the mountain to learn from contemporary masters since he was a child. Except for one time when he was shocked by his master, he was basically relatively harmonious.

screen.

Although the literati of that era were a little braver, their books were serious books.

Both in terms of weight and content, it is quite hardcore.

After the invention of movable type printing in the Song Dynasty.

Civil servants are riding high on the road of physical weakness.

The price of books also gradually dropped, which led to the increasing popularity of market novels in the Ming Dynasty.

In Jue's era, books were all written with very orthodox texts. In short, girls who were accustomed to obtaining knowledge through texts were bombarded with super saturation of modern information. The atmosphere in front of them was found in many classics or more widely circulated books.

Similar pictures can be found in the text.

Such as Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian, such as Romance of the West Chamber, such as Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

The girl's brain almost turned into mush. Looking at Wei Yuan's approaching face, she was so nervous that she almost subconsciously wanted to punch it, then turned around and ran away. Her body was so nervous that she didn't move. For some reason, something appeared in her mind.

He met the wife, who was actually not very good-looking, and cheerfully taught her boxing skills.

But he didn't teach her the truth.

"You have learned a lot, but your soft nature must also have the strength to resist."

"Blinally being kind is not kindness."

"Or if you want to learn some ax skills, you can."

The tall master smiled and made a joke.

People of later generations may think that the old man is ignorant, rigid and traditional, but the rigid old man in the book is a person who can decide how to teach his disciples based on their abilities. He must be brave enough to make him think and be good at cleverness.

Those who argue should be down-to-earth, and those who are talented should be virtuous.

No matter what his birth is or what his experience is, Master can find a path that suits him.

Therefore, among his disciples were those who were as virtuous and noble as Ziyuan, and those who were talented enough to be the king of the south, Ran Yong; there were those who had served as prime ministers of the two countries, and then resigned from office to engage in business, and were rich in the world; there were also those who returned to the south and made their way to the east.

Nan, a sub-tour that opens up the cultural context of the Jiangnan generation.

Even if it is the ultimate path of a reckless man, he still gets guidance on the road ahead here.

The so-called master is the origin of the four words in this world, there is no distinction between education and distinction.

Before meeting him, they were poor young people, gangsters on the road, and proud and arrogant children of aristocratic families who only knew how to live a carefree life.

After meeting him, they were a wise man who was famous all over the world, a general who commanded thousands of times, a wealthy businessman who was the richest in the world, a southern master who opened up the southern culture, and the teacher of the famous general Wu Qi. Almost every one of the seventy-two people

There are things that he is good at, including swordsmanship, six arts, politics, military art, and business. Even Zhan Tai, who was ignored by Confucius, once killed a dragon with one sword and had 300 traveling disciples.

The master saw at a glance that the girl in front of him was kind-hearted. She did not teach principles, but only taught boxing skills.

"When you're nervous."

"Don't make a fist with your palm, relax it a little, and then whip it out like a whip."

"A gentleman wants to be slow in words but quick in deeds."

“Instead of speaking through words, it’s better to express it through physical actions.”

"For example..."

"For example, if you have a grudge with someone, it is better to punch him in the face than to yell at him. This is more effective. A gentleman should pursue the most effective option, so we usually do not force or force him.

Lai. It’s because he is slow in speech and quick in action.”

Of course it was not the Master who said this, but the young man named Zilu.

Face full of disdain.

Putting aside Zilu's past, he was truly impressed by the Master.

But even the Master's teachings could not break the sage's nature and character.

This sentence is really not a joke.

He was always able to draw the nutrition he needed from the Master's words and improve his way of understanding the world and all things. The representative of this sentence is that even people like the Master once couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Since

I have the excuse that no evil words will be heard in my ears.'

The master has a good temper and doesn't care, and is unwilling to take action.

So the direct consequences are.

One year after Zilu entered the school, no one said anything bad about the Master.

At this moment, the experiences in the past memory emerged. The girl held a fist in her hand, as if she was going to imitate Zilu back then, and punched someone on Wei's chin with a standard punch, but this was just the surging memory and the flying bird.

The same thoughts passing through my mind.

She was so nervous that she didn't move.

Outside the museum, Master Yuanjue came back from a leisurely trip on his bicycle.

While riding a bike, I happily greeted my neighbors on the old street.

It's winter.

Is Dabaicai in the village?

Have you collected the white radish yet?

Cabbage and radish keep you safe...

The great monk came back with a lot of amazing ingredients. He was about to carry the things through the door. From the corner of his eye, he saw the museum owner and the flower shop owner looking at each other. There was a subtle atmosphere in the atmosphere. The great monk's eyes widened.

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Brush it.

Before Wei could notice it, the Buddhist divine footpath appeared in the corner in an instant.

Snapped.

A piece of cabbage swayed down.

Pick it up!

At the critical moment, the great monk stretched out his left leg, performed a high standard forward kick, held the cabbage directly, and stabilized it in the standard posture of an Arhat. His eyes were bright and clear, staring at the scene happening in front of him.

Amitabha……

Yuanjue sighed in his heart.

Master Wei, you've finally come to your senses.

Immediately I felt a little regretful.

It's a pity, it's a pity that I can't save you into Buddhism in this life.

I cannot see you, the ancient Buddha with a green lantern, enter my Buddhist door.

Very sorry.

What a pity...

While Yuanjue was staring at the museum, a voice came from behind, curiously saying: "It's you, master. What are you doing here? Why don't you go in?" Looking back, it was Binghun who was out for a walk.

When it's time to open the door.

Suddenly a hand pressed on Binghun's shoulder.

"Um?"

"How...ah!"

As soon as Binghun turned around, he was pulled back by the great monk as if being pulled by a thousand mammoths. His face was confused and he didn't know what he was doing. Then he heard a happy voice: "Wow, great monk

Are you back from grocery shopping? What should we eat today..."

Before the painter ghost finished speaking, the great Buddhist monk stretched out his hand and a Buddha light directly moved the painter ghost to his side. He carefully put down the cabbage and put his finger to his lips: "Shh..."

The painter ghost looked at Yuan Jue and then at the museum.

Thoughtful.

He stretched out his thumb and made a gesture.

"clear!"

"Excellent painting material."

The painter's ghost eyes flashed.

He took out his drawing board from his back with his backhand, just like a swordsman pulling out his sword.

Call Tushan, call Tushan, codename Vodka is ready.

Then he looked at the great monk, with an expression on his face that said you can trust me, I am an expert:
To be continued...