When the old scholar walked out of the landscape painting again, he saw the young Cui Chan still lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and coldly snorted: "What a shame."
Cui Chan stared blankly at the sky, "There is no hope in life, and it will be ruined in death."
The old scholar walked over and kicked him, "Don't pretend to be pitiful here. Don't you want to know why Xiao Qi just wants you to fall into trouble instead of getting rid of it quickly?"
Cui Han's eyes were dazed and he murmured: "When you were kicked out of the Confucian Temple, Qi Jingchun not only was not implicated by you, but continued to rise in level, which shows a lot of problems. He Qi Jingchun has long been qualified to set up his own business and be the same as you, the Confucian Saint."
My pulse has long been separated from my appearance, so he feels that he is not qualified to kill me. I hope that you will clean up the family in the future."
The old scholar was angry and kicked him again, "If you judge a gentleman with a villain's heart, I'm talking about people like you! I'll count three times. If you don't get up, you'll just lie down and wait for death."
Don’t have any extravagant hopes for the great road, three! Two! Two, two…”
Cui Chan made up his mind not to get up.
The old scholar was so embarrassed that he had to turn around and wink at Chen Pingan to help him out.
Chen Pingan nodded, took the locust sword from Li Baoping, strode forward, came to Cui Han's side, said the word "one" expressionlessly, and struck the white-clothed boy's neck with a sword
Stab down.
The force was strong and heavy, and the sword tip was precise. Maybe Chen Pingan himself didn't notice it. After appreciating the calm mood in the painting, his hands finally caught up with Chen Pingan's thoughts, so the sword stabbed without any fireworks.
But instead it became more fierce and cruel, full of murderous intent.
Cui Chan was so frightened that he rolled around and hurriedly got up.
Chen Ping'an put away his sword and nodded to the old scholar, which meant that your urgent need has been settled, sir.
The old scholar sighed and looked at Chen Ping'an and the woman in white not far away, "Find a place to talk about something."
The old man turned to Cui Han and glared: "Follow me! If it involves your great opportunity, if you keep pretending, let Chen Ping'an kill you with a sword."
A group of people walked towards the yard. The old scholar looked around and glanced at the "small canopy" supported by the snow-white lotus leaves. He clasped his fingers and hesitated for a moment, "Find a room to go in and chat. Chen Pingan, is there a suitable place?"
, as long as you can talk, it doesn’t matter if you have a stool or a chair.”
Chen Ping'an glanced at Lin Shouyi's main room. The lights had been turned off. Maybe Lin Shouyi had been practicing in the pavilion for too long and was exhausted. He had already rested, so he had to give up the largest room. He nodded to the old man and said, "Go to my room."
That's it, there is only a child named Li Huai sleeping, so waking him up is not a big problem. Lin Shouyi is a practitioner and should be very particular, so we won't disturb him."
Sword Spirit sat on the stone bench in the courtyard and said with a smile, "I don't like to hear what you guys are talking about."
Finally, the old scholar, Chen Ping'an, young Cui Chan, and Li Baoping sat on four stools respectively, sitting around the table. Li Huai lay on the bed and fell asleep soundly. He was a child who had a bad sleeping posture and had turned to sleeping sideways.
With my head hanging outside the edge of the bed, I can still sleep soundly.
Chen Pingan helped him straighten his body in a familiar manner, put Li Huai's hands and feet into the quilt, and gently padded the corners of the quilt on the left and right sides of the quilt so that the heat in the quilt would not escape easily. In the end, Li Huai was like
It's like being wrapped in a rice dumpling.
After Chen Ping'an finished doing these natural things, he sat back on the stool. Li Baoping asked in a low voice: "Uncle, are you also helping me tuck my quilt every night?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You don't have to, you sleep much better than Li Huai. You fall asleep immediately, and then as soon as you fall asleep, you can sleep motionless until dawn."
Li Baoping sighed, hit the palm of his hand with his fist, and said regretfully: "If I had known, I would have had trouble sleeping since I was a child. It was all my fault because of my elder brother, who tricked me into having sweet dreams if I slept well."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "When I return to my hometown in the future, I want to thank you big brother."
Along the way, the eldest brother was the family member Li Baoping talked about the most, so Chen Pingan had a good impression of this scholar who liked to hide in his study and study.
The old scholar looked at the little girl and asked with a smile: "Is your eldest brother Li Xisheng who lives on Fulu Street?"
Li Baoping nodded and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
The old scholar laughed and said: "This name is a bit big."
Cui Chen couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.
Li Baoping was a little worried, "Isn't it bad that the name is too big?"
The old scholar became even happier, shook his head and said: "To achieve greatness, as long as you can suppress it, it will be good."
Li Baoping is a little girl who likes to get into trouble the most. "Old sir, how can you control me?"
Cui Chan rolled his eyes again. Damn it. This time it was exactly what he wanted. The old man who likes to be a teacher will definitely start preaching and teaching and solving doubts.
As expected, the old man took a look around and saw no openings for drinking and eating snacks. He felt a little regretful and said slowly: "My nature is pure and kind, I have a lot of knowledge, and I have high morals. I can handle it even if I travel thousands of miles."
"
The little girl first put the seal on the table, shook her body, kicked off her little straw sandals, sat cross-legged on a chair, crossed her arms across her chest, and said with a sad face: "But my eldest brother is not as great as the old gentleman said, otherwise I would send him
Write a letter home and ask him to change his name?"
Cui Han had to remind him: "Old man, can we talk about business? The avenue, the avenue!"
Li Baoping silently picked up the seal and breathed at the four seal characters on the bottom of the seal.
Cui Chen quickly shut up.
Even if the old man has a great level of cultivation, he still likes to be reasonable, and the shameless approach will work.
But Chen Ping'an and Li Baoping, the two guys who were attracted by Qi Jingchun, one is a mud-legged guy who has never read a book, the other has read crookedly, and Cui Chan is now a fish in the shallows of Longyou.
, against these young and old, no matter how heroic Cui Chan is, there will be no other results except being beaten and humiliated. The harder he is, the more he will suffer.
The old scholar conjured up a pot of wine, raised his head and took a sip, then glanced at the seal that the little girl put back on the table, feeling a little sad.
Cui Zhang was actually quite strange tonight. Although the old man had shown his true feelings in the past, most of the time, he was a rigid and pedantic guy. Wherever he sat, he looked like a golden statue sitting on an altar, especially
It was during those years when learning was most highly regarded by both the government and the public. Whenever the old man started a class to teach difficult questions about the meaning of the classics, more than a thousand "students" would sit down and listen with their ears raised. Emperors and generals, gods on the mountains, gentlemen and sages, there were so many of them.
Even Cui Chan, who betrayed his master, would not deny that the old man at that time was really dazzling, like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, his brilliance did not distinguish between day and night, and the entire galaxy was eclipsed.
But now he still kicks his feet, and when he talks about the high road, he still drinks?
Cui Chan seemed careless, but in fact he was in a heavy mood.
After all, Cui Chan's feelings towards the old man next to him are extremely complicated. He admires and hates him at the same time, fears and misses him at the same time. He, Cui Chan, who was the first disciple of Literary Saint in the past, didn't feel angry towards his husband but lamented his misfortune.
emotion?
Over there on the bed, Li Huai was talking in his sleep, "A-Liang, A-Liang, I want to eat meat! Stingy Ah-Liang, just give me a sip of the wine in the small gourd..."
Li Baoping's eyes lit up, Li Huai's embarrassing incident could be the subject of discussion after dinner for several days.
When Cui Chan heard the name A Liang, he quietly glanced sideways at the old man.
The old scholar coughed and glanced at the three people present, "Okay, let's get to the point. Chen Ping'an, Li Baoping, you should already know that I am Qi Jingchun's husband, and Cui Chan was once my first disciple, Qi Jingchun.
Senior brother, because I was busy with my studies at that time, Qi Jingchun’s reading, chess, etc. were indeed taught to me by my senior disciple Cui Chan. In the end, Cui Chan betrayed his master and did all kinds of things to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.
So much so that when Qi Jingchun died in Lizhu Cave, Cui Han was regarded as a chess player in the middle of a chess game. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he, Cui Jingchun, was the murderer of his junior brother Qi Jingchun. As one of my named disciples,
The same is true for Ma Zhan, but Ma Zhan is not a chess player, but he is the culprit behind the scenes. In the first move, he is a very critical unreasonable move. Before I arrived in your hometown town, this body was just Cui
The real Cui Chan in the place where Chun is staying is the national advisor of your Great Li Dynasty, an old guy who looks no younger than me."
Li Baoping's face was full of anger, his eyes were red with anger, and he stared at Cui Han.
Chen Ping'an, on the other hand, made Cui Chan even more frightened. His eyes were lowered and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Wild dogs bite without showing their teeth.
Cui Zhang is really familiar with Chen Pingan's character. After all, he pays more attention to the growth experience of the boy in Mud Bottle Alley than Old Man Yang.
Cui Chan tried his best to stay calm, but silently thought in his heart, "Dead, dead, old man, you have done a lot of harm to people."
The old scholar changed the subject and looked at Chen Pingan, "There is something I want to say hello to you first. If you agree to do it, I want to intercept a period of time and water on you. Don't worry, it won't involve too much privacy.
Are you willing to start the conversation tonight?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Okay."
The old scholar stretched out a palm and faced Chen Pingan, who was sitting opposite him. He shook his wrists and rolled up his sleeves. Soon, wisps of water mist appeared around Chen Pingan, slowly flowing towards the palm of the old man's hand, and finally turned into a
The old man turned his palm over the crystal clear green water polo, with his palm facing down, and gently touched the water polo. The water flowed downwards towards the table, and vivid pictures appeared on the table.
Li Baoping's eyes widened, his face full of shock, and he quickly lay down on the table, "Wow, little uncle, this is the mountain road where we met the ghost of the wedding lady, and me! Haha, it's still my little book
The book box is the most beautiful. It is indeed prettier than Lin Shouyi and Li Huai’s. They look stupid carrying the book box..."
A ghost of a wedding lady appears on a muddy road holding an oil-paper umbrella, lanterns light up one after another, and a spectacular fire dragon appears in the mountains.
When Lin Shouyi offered the talisman, the ghost was still fighting against the wall. Instead of leaving the realm of the female ghost, he was abducted to the mansion with the "Fine Water and High Wind" hanging on it.
In the end, Wei Jin, the swordsman of Fengxue Temple, broke through all kinds of magic with his sword and arrived in style, breaking the deadlock and successfully leading the group of people out of there.
The old scholar grabbed the table, and the streams of time reunited into a ball, pushed onto Chen Ping'an, and dispersed again, returning to heaven and earth.
This skill involves the supreme supernatural power of the origin of the great road. It does not rely on the small world of saints or mysterious magic weapons. The old man just picked it up at his fingertips.
Li Baoping only found it magical and interesting.
Cui Chan was a wise man, and he became more and more surprised. What happened to the old man? How could he still be so powerful when all his saintly qualities were gone?
The old scholar said softly: "Is this female ghost hateful? Of course she is hateful. She killed innocent people indiscriminately and committed many crimes. Is she pitiable? She is also a bit pitiful. As a ghost, she was originally good-natured. In the court, she not only had the ability to suppress luck.
, there were many good deeds in the place, and they also fell in love with the scholars. It was originally a beautiful talk, but in the end they fell into this situation. Gods and ghosts were disgusted, and they were all squeezed out by the road. They were entangled in cause and effect, and they were muddy and muddy.
I will never be able to repay this stupid debt in my lifetime."
The old scholar sighed, "So hateful people must have pity, right?"
Cui Chan felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, he didn't dare to nod or shake his head.
Li Baoping quickly entered the "go up the mountain and kill the enemy" mode, thought seriously for a moment, and said: "It's more hateful."
The old scholar nodded and smiled at the little girl: "It's so hateful and pitiful, how much more hateful is it? How much more is pity?"
The little girl thought about it carefully and said, "It's reasonable and legal. Go back and do the math carefully."
The old scholar smiled and asked again: "Li Baoping, it's legal and legal, of course it's not bad, but the question comes again, how do you determine whether the laws of the world are good or bad?"
The little girl was stunned. She seemed to have never had this problem before, but she was not afraid of the stage. She said to the old man: "Old sir, wait for a moment. This problem is the same as the uncle's last time. It's still a bit big. I have to think about it seriously.
!”
The old scholar smiled kindly, nodded and praised: "Good."
Cui Chan looked at the old man's familiar smile and the little girl who was concentrating on her face and snorted coldly.
As expected of Qi Jingchun’s husband and Qi Jingchun’s proud disciple, the legacy has been passed down from generation to generation, and even the teaching atmosphere has the same virtue!
After the old scholar stumped the little girl, he turned to look at Chen Ping'an, who had clear eyes. "In the past, when I was studying and thinking about difficult problems, I liked to think of the bad side first. Today is no exception. Hateful people must have pity. This sentence
There is not much of a problem in itself, but many smart people in the world like to pretend that everyone is drunk and I am alone, and only talk about the pitiful aspects and deliberately ignore the hateful aspects."
"Some people simply show their compassion and compassion indiscriminately, and the 'hateful things' are not inflicted on themselves, so they don't feel so much pain. Instead, they like to point fingers and stand by, asking others to be tolerant. Chen Ping'an, what do you think?
Where is the root of the problem? You must know that many of the people I am talking about have read books and are very knowledgeable. It is impossible to say that some of them are good at talking. Chen Pingan, do you have any ideas? Just say whatever comes to mind.
"
Chen Pingan hesitated to speak, and finally said: "I have nothing to say."
Cui Chan no longer cared about what Chen Pingan's answer was, and began to deduce silently, thinking about why the old man said this.
The old scholar glanced at Li Baoping and Cui Chan on the left and right, and said slowly: "Right and wrong have their own merits and demerits, and the question of good and evil depends on the king of hell. Why do you say this? Because everyone's moral cultivation, growth experience, vision and experience will be different.
People's hearts are ups and downs, how many people dare to claim that their conscience is the most righteous and peaceful?"
"So the Legalists took a shortcut and lowered morality and etiquette to the lowest line. Here, it can only be this high and cannot go any lower."
When the old man said this, he stretched out his hand and drew a line under the table.
"Of course, as I said before, these laws have the possibility of being 'evil laws'. I will not do any derivative development here, otherwise it will be difficult to finish the lecture in three days and three nights. So in the final analysis, the law is dead.
The human heart is alive, but if no one enforces the law, it cannot be dead anymore, so we still have to go up to seek solutions.”
Having said this, the old scholar stretched out his hand again and pointed to the roof.
The old man turned to look at Cui Han, "Do you know why I answered so quickly when you asked that question?"
Which pot should not be opened?
Cui Chan said angrily: "Because you like and value Qi Jingchun more, you feel that my knowledge, Cui Chan, is just a ball of waste paper in the trash can. If you, the literary sage, knead it and spread it flat, you would hate it with dirty hands!"
"
The old man shook his head and said: "Because of your question, I have been thinking about it for many years before you. No matter how I deduced it at that time, there was only one conclusion: the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by ant nests, the floods were flooding, and in the end it was out of control. Because
Not only will you treat the symptoms but not the root cause, but if your knowledge foundation is not solid enough, this knowledge with excellent original intentions will have big problems. For example, a high-rise building, the taller you build it, the more beautiful it will be. Once the foundation is unstable, strong winds will
If you blow it, it will collapse, hurting people even more."
Cui Chan was stunned on the spot, but still a little unconvinced.
The old man sighed and said helplessly: "You have to know that our Confucian Taoism is diseased and not perfect. So many rules, as the world goes by, cannot be fixed once and for all, and will never be easy. This is normal, if the truth is the earliest
The person who said it is the most right and best, what should future generations do? Why study?"
"The methods given by the sages are the most general and the most correct, so they are gentle and beneficial. They are dietary supplements that are beneficial and harmless. However, the premise of dietary supplements is that everyone eats the 'Confucian' food.
right?"
"But sometimes, just like a person, as the body function declines, or due to exposure to wind and sun, he will fall ill. Food supplements can neither provide immediate results nor save lives. This requires medicinal supplements.
"
"However, you need to be very careful when using medicines. They are poisonous. The ancient saints only dared to taste the herbs before they dared to say which herbs and trees were medicines and which were poisons."
"You Cui Han, who is so impatient, are you really willing to put in this effort? Your junior brother Qi Jingchun has reminded you many times that you, Cui Han, are too smart, your heart is as high as the sky, and you never like to work hard in low places. How can this be done?
If you are just a child playing around and just want to be the leader of the academy, then the river you dug, even if the dike is actually full of holes, and when the flood breaks the dike in the end, someone will be able to save you. But once your knowledge, once
When Confucianism and Taoism become the mainstream, if something goes wrong, who will come to the rescue? Me? Or the sage of rites, or the sages of the sage? Even if these few come to the rescue, how can you, Cui Chan, be sure that when the time comes, the saints of Buddhism and Taoism will
, Not to cause chaos? Not to turn this vast world into a world that promotes the teachings of their two religions? "
Cui Chan still refused to admit defeat.
The old scholar was a little tired, "Although I thought of your work knowledge earlier, you immersed yourself in it and thought further than I did. Finally, I also had an idea and thought I could give it a try, so
The real "three or four battles" hidden under the surface are the two great dynasties in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, each promoting "rituals and music" and "merit", and then watching sixty years later, each will win or lose.
, of course, the whole world knows what the outcome will be. I lost, so I have to imprison myself in the Forest of Merit."
Cui Chan's face was full of bewilderment. When he suddenly stood up, he said, "You are lying!"
The old man said calmly: "Forgot again? When debating and arguing with others, your mentality should be upright and peaceful, and don't act out of emotion."
Cui Chan sat back on his stool in despair and murmured: "How could you bet on this, how could I lose..."
The old scholar turned his head and looked across the yard, "Be careful, don't take it seriously."
The tall woman replied lazily: "I know."
The old scholar then took a sip of wine and laughed at himself: "It's okay to drink to drown one's sorrows, but it's even better to use alcohol to strengthen one's courage."
The old scholar put down the wine pot, straightened his clothes, and said slowly: "In this righteous world of ours, there are two words written all over it. Cui Chan, what do you mean?"
Cui Chen simply replied subconsciously: "Order!"
After blurting out the words, Cui Chan was filled with regret and regret.
The old man looked solemn and solemn, nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, etiquette and rules are order. The second saint in my Confucian tradition, the Li Sheng, pursues an order. Everything in the world is orderly and orderly.
These rules were all "snatched" by the Lisheng from the other side of the road with great pains, one by one, horizontally and vertically, and then he built a "broken thatched cottage" as he mocked himself, to protect the common people from the wind and rain. The thatched cottage was very big.
, so big that almost everyone can spend their whole life and reach the deepest level of knowledge without reaching the other side of the wall. It is so big that all practitioners, no matter how high their cultivation level is, cannot touch the roof. So this is the freedom and stability of all living beings.
"
Cui Chan sneered: "As for Qi Jingchun, his knowledge has hit the roof, and as for A Liang, his cultivation has hit the wall. What should we do at this time? What should these people do? These proud men of heaven.
, why can’t you go out of your own way, open the door of the house built by Master Li Sheng, and build a brand new thatched cottage somewhere else?!”
Having said this, Cui Han subconsciously pointed to the door of this room.
At this moment, the young man in white has a sharp face and an imposing aura.
It can be seen that Cui Chan has involuntarily devoted himself wholeheartedly to it. It may even be not only the thoughts of young Cui Chan, but also the most complete subconscious mind of Cui Chan deep in his soul.
The old man smiled and said: "Pursue the absolute freedom in your hearts? Yes, but how sure are you that you can ensure that you will walk through that door in the end instead of smashing the wall with one punch or smashing through the roof? This makes the original helper
The thatched cottage that you protected from the wind and rain and grew to its final height suddenly became precarious with wind and rain leaking from all sides?"
Cui Chen laughed and said: "Old man, you said you have absolute freedom, why do you care about this?! Why do you decide that the new house we built after we demolished the old thatched hut will not be larger and more stable than before?
?”
The old man smiled and said, "Oh? Isn't it that I have returned to the origin of my path? You, Cui Chan, have never even broken my rules, and you still want to break the order of the sage?"
Cui Chan said angrily: "How does this mean that human nature is inherently evil? Old man, you are talking nonsense!"
The old man said calmly: "Don't ask me this question. I'm going to give you a wide berth and take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ask you your own heart while your soul is intact."
Cui Chan was dumbfounded.
In the end, it seemed that between heaven and earth, only two people, old scholar and Chen Pingan, were left, one old and one young, sitting opposite each other.
The old man smiled and said: "The sages of rites want order, and everyone knows the rules. I hope everyone can follow the rules. Later, the wanderers spread knowledge. When the wanderers became a family, there were emperors' schools, and later there were imperial examinations.
Recruiting the common people, teaching them without distinction, provides the possibility of a carp jumping over the dragon's gate, and a poor family will no longer be without a noble son. The rules are comprehensive, hard work, and the further you go, the more people's hearts will wander, the more thankless you will be. Human nature is evil,
There are so many people in the world who put down their chopsticks and scold their mothers after they are full."
The old man looked up at the young man, "So, I am looking for two words, order."
The old man said to himself, "I just want to sort out all the things in the world in a clear order. For example, the crux of the problem is that the saints have taught the world enough "hateful" and "poor" criteria.
, but the world’s people don’t know enough about the distinction between ‘priority’ and ‘sequence’. You didn’t even sort out ‘hateful’ clearly, so you went to care about ‘poor’, how can you do that? Right?”
Chen Pingan nodded.
The old man smiled and asked: "From what it sounds like, isn't the word order far worse than the word order?"
Chen Pingan frowned.
The old man laughed loudly, no matter how much the young man could figure it out, he enjoyed himself and took a sip of wine, "If these two words are placed in the shabby hut of Li Sheng, of course it can only be regarded as patching up, I am exhausted.
He is just a tinkerer of morality, etiquette, and music, but if you put these two words into a larger and broader place, it would be extraordinary."
Chen Pingan asked: "Where?"
The old man lifted the jug and placed it in the center of the table, then spread his palms and slapped it heavily on the table. "From this point of view, the dilapidated hut like the jug is just a resting place along the long river of time. But..."
The old man paused for a moment and said with a smile: "The shape of this long river of time depends on the river bed. Although the two complement each other, there is indeed a 'conditioned dharma' at the same time. There are many sayings in the world about how to flow down the river.
, I went with the trend, so I wanted to give it a try.”
Chen Pingan asked: "The sage of rites requires people to live in peace and stability within the rules. Sometimes, the absolute freedom of a small number of people has to be sacrificed? And old sir, do you want everyone to follow your rules?"
In the order, go forward on the avenue you drew?"
The old man smiled and added: "Don't think I'm gesticulating. My sequence will not be too much or too little. I just put in the effort at the source of the avenue. Then the water flows will branch off and enter the sea separately, or they will merge in the middle and become a lake.
Okay, it doesn’t matter if it continues to flow, everyone is free to do so.”
The old man leaned forward, took out the wine flask, took a sip of wine, and asked with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, what do you think? Are you willing to be my disciple according to Qi Jingchun's arrangement?"
For the second time, Chen Pingan appeared to be hesitant to speak.
The old man looked smiling and amiable, and repeated again: "Just say what you think, don't worry about whether it's right or wrong, there are no outsiders here."
The young man took a deep breath, straightened his back, put his fists on his knees, and said sternly: "Because I haven't really read the book, I don't know what the order of the rites is, and I don't know the order of the old man.
I can’t understand the essence of it.”
The old man smiled and said: "Go on, just say it boldly. I have seen some very bad people in the world, very bad things happened, and my temper has been tempered very well."
Chen Ping'an's eyes became brighter and brighter, "In the small town, I killed Cai Jinjian for myself, and I went to fight the mountain ape for my friend Liu Xianyang. Later, I promised Mr. Qi to escort Li Baoping and others to study, and later, I promised that the fairy sister would become
Qi Practitioner, I can do these things with peace of mind. I just nod my head and just do it. I don’t need to think too much at all.”
Chen Ping'an continued: "Old sir, you said a lot before, and I have been listening carefully. After thinking about some of them, I think they make sense. For example, I hate that pitiful place. I felt that it was right and the order could not be wrong, so at that time
I just want to say, I wanted to kill that ghost in wedding clothes then, I want to kill her even more now, and I will definitely kill her in the future. I want to tell her, no matter how great your grievances are, you are not passing on your pain to
For the reason of an innocent person, I want to tell her personally that you have your pity, but you deserve to die!"
This boy from Mud Bottle Alley, who has always seemed to have a gentle temperament, is extremely energetic at this moment.
Chen Ping'an's tone became more firm, and he said slowly: "But those things that I can't understand, and maybe even things that I can't even think of in my lifetime, I won't get them in my hands, because if I don't even think about it,
Why do you still agree to others? Is it because you are embarrassed? Because you will let others down by not agreeing? But the answer to the question is very simple. You agreed, but you never had the confidence to do it. If you can't do it in the future, others won't
More disappointed?"
The old scholar suppressed his smile and had a serious look on his face. After thinking for a moment, he became slightly absent-minded. He habitually stretched out two fingers, as if twisting a peanut from the dish.
In the small courtyard, a tall woman narrowed her eyes and smiled.
She had deliberately put on a resentful and sad attitude before, but why didn't the young man justly reject her?
What if it were someone like Ma Kuxuan or Xie Shi, Cao Xi?
For the sake of a girl who is far away and whom you have only known for a month, you risk upsetting a sword spirit who has lived for ten thousand years and will need to depend on each other in the future?
Is this a trivial matter?
It's a small thing.
But it's definitely not a trivial matter.
The battle for the great road has lasted for a long time, and it is too scary to think deeply about some of the subtleties. This is the most unpredictable and dangerous place.
Whenever a Qi practitioner's cultivation is higher and he is closer to the sky, the flaws in his state of mind will be infinitely magnified. For example, if a flaw in Taozu's body is no bigger than a mustard seed, once it is transformed into a real image,
I am afraid that the gap that was punctured by a sword in the Yellow River Cave is even bigger.
For example, during that seemingly trivial time, if it were the child in Clay Bottle Alley, under the "kindness" invitation of the vendor, the child chose the bunch of free candied haws, took it, and ate it happily
, and then skipped back to the ancestral home in Mupin Lane. He ate the candied haws and threw the bamboo sticks away. It seemed like nothing happened, but did nothing really happen?
Can young Chen Ping'an still have the fate he has today?
Inside the room, Chen Pingan looked at the old man, "Even if it is what Mr. Qi wants me to do, as long as I think it can't be done, I will still not agree. Just like some things, I have thought about it seriously, but I feel that it is still wrong.
, then even if someone holds a knife and puts it on my neck, I will still tell him that no matter who he is, this is wrong."
The young man's tone was very calm.
Chen Pingan finally said: "I am not the kind of person who can go very far in a subject. Reading and literacy is a very simple thing for me, just to be able to write Spring Festival couplets myself and post them at the door of my house.
In the future, I can write tombstones for my parents. At most, I just read some principles of life, and definitely don’t have too many ideas. So, old gentleman, I will not be your disciple."
Cui Zhang's face turned pale and he was sweating profusely.
Even Li Baoping felt that something was wrong, so she secretly picked up the seal from the table and was about to shoot someone with it. She didn't care whether it was the bad guy Cui Chan or the husband's husband. Junior Master Uncle was the biggest in the world.
The old man just asked kindly: "This is what you think now, right? If you feel that you were wrong before, will you change your mind and turn around and ask me to accept you as a disciple?"
Chen Pingan said without hesitation: "Of course! But if you don't want to accept me as your student by then, I won't force you. I may regret it, but certainly not many."
The old man had a strange look on his face, "I, a great literary saint, who once ranked among the top saints in the Confucian Confucian Temple, want to accept you as a closed disciple. What a blessing, good things and great opportunities, suddenly fell on your head.
Isn’t it better to put it away quickly and put it in your pocket first? If there is a problem, your husband will be there anyway, so what are you afraid of? No matter how you look at it, it is a good thing with no harm at all."
Chen Ping'an suddenly said something, "If you do something against your will, don't even take a step forward."
The old man sighed, "Since the time has not come yet, I will not force others to do anything."
The old man turned around and smiled, "I am very disappointed that I can't become a master and apprentice, but Qi Jingchun must not be disappointed at all. Such Chen Ping'an is very stubborn, just like Qi Jingchun when he was a boy. I'm afraid this is what he used to be.
That’s why I’m willing to bow to you in return in the alley.”
Chen Pingan was baffled by what he heard.
The old scholar had slowly stood up and looked at the three children, "It is a good thing to sit and talk."
The old scholar smiled and said: "But don't forget, it is more important to act, otherwise all moral articles will have no place to stand."
The old scholar suddenly began to enjoy himself, smiled broadly, clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head and walked out of the room, tut-tutting: "The old gentleman sits down and talks about Tao, and the young man gets up and does it, good, great good!"
Li Baoping said angrily: "Only the young man, what about me?!"
The old man opened the door and said with a hearty smile: "Yes, yes, there is also the little girl Li Baoping from Aquarius Island!"
Chen Ping'an thought to himself: "Sit down and talk about the Tao, then practice it. This is a good saying, I must remember it."
Young Cui Yi sat there blankly, suddenly trembled, and after regaining consciousness, he stood up, bowed, and said to Chen Pingan: "Sir!"
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Why are you still here?"
Cui Chan joked with a playful smile: "Sir, when you wanted to kill me before, did you not want to pay back the money? It's several thousand taels of silver."
Chen Pingan said calmly: "If you are killed by me tonight, as long as I, Chen Pingan, have money in the future, I will definitely help you build a tomb worth two thousand taels of silver."
Cui Chen looked embarrassed, and finally he could only hold back one sentence, "Thank you."