"I still have injuries." Ling Yun said with a frown.
The old man took Ling Yun's shoulder and walked out. Ling Yun showed his teeth in pain. "You take it easy, take it easy!"
"You old man, you can't stand the pain!" The old man's face is full of smiles, but his lineage is quite a lot. However, it's hard to see him again for many years, and there are very few young children around him. Of course, he is happy at this time.
If you want to get along with young people, your heart will not grow old. However, all the disciples are mature, which makes him feel boring.
Ling Yun was pulled out of the door by the old man. He happened to meet the gentleman of the Confucian Academy. He was staring at the scene. The old man and the little one were hanging on each other, the little one scolded and the old one refuted. He walked to the street. If he was a grandson or something in an ordinary family, he felt relieved that he could understand it. After all, not everyone would put on the airs of the elder generation, It's not good.
But the old man's status is unusual. It's the first time I met Ling Yun today. Why are they so close? Lingyun's talent is really not very good, but the luck and popularity are surprisingly good.
Lingyun's husband is unusual, and the old man around him is also unusual. But it seems that he doesn't deal with Lingyun's husband very well. Don't you want to compete with Lingyun for their knowledge?
He shakes his head at ease. The affairs of these great figures, not to mention the fact that they are beyond the reach of a Confucian gentleman, are ordinary sages. The so-called struggle for knowledge is not only a matter of putting up one's head, expounding and refuting each other, but also a matter of practice. This practice means that all living beings in the world are among them.
If Ling Yun is elected to the beginning of the debate between the two scholars, then the road Ling Yun will take will only be tens of thousands of times more difficult. If it is just Confucianism, it will be much better than the sum of the two.
Those sages with high knowledge, high accomplishments and high status highly praise their own knowledge, but it does not mean that one leaf blinds the eyes. Even if they have their own knowledge, they will also dabble in it. Even if they have the same potential because of the dispute over knowledge, very few people will not look at other knowledge.
……
"Can you drink?" The old man takes Lingyun to a pub and asks Lingyun for money.
Ling Yun nodded and said, "a little."
"Not at all. Haven't you been drunk?" Asked the old man.
Ling Yun doesn't like to get drunk. He really doesn't like it, because drinking will paralyze people's senses and make many mistakes in thinking, which is not conducive to his future work.
Seeing that Ling Yun didn't speak, the old man took Ling Yun and sat down, shouting: "boss, give me a few jars of liquor!"
The old man looked at Ling Yun reluctantly, grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to his side. He said in a low voice, "you are Jian Xiu. How can Jian Xiu not drink?"
Ling Yun is helpless. The old man is a lot of years old. How can he still like drinking? Even if you are a monk, don't you have to keep your life?
"Come on!"
The young man came over with the wine jar in his arms. The old man put the wine jar on the table, opened the seal, and pushed it to Lingyun, "drink!"
Ling Yun rolled his eyes and took a sip from the wine jar. The spicy wine poured into his throat. Ling Yun's eyebrows were twisted into Sichuan characters. He breathed out a breath and said, "old man, don't you want to order food and wine?"
"Half a jin of sauced beef, two dishes of peanuts!" The old man clapped the table and called out, especially heroic.
Ling Yun looked at the old man. The old urchin, as he said, may be just like this. The older people are, the more they look like children. In this way, they really look like children. "I don't know your name, old man."
He's too lazy to be called a master. How can he have the style of a master?
"When you find your mother, you will know," said the old man, holding up the wine jar with a chopstick of sauced beef! Drink
Ling Yun has no choice but to continue to hold up the jar and get along with the old man. It's different to be with Mr. He, just like a private school with a lot of books and a happy world.
"Can you tell me something about my parents?" Ling Yun said softly, "this wine is my treat."
"Are you going to let me give you money?" The old man said angrily, drank a mouthful of wine again, glared at Lingyun, "what's the matter? What are you doing? Drink
It seems that the old man really didn't want to say anything. Ling Yun secretly recalled the position and attitude of he Zhang when the old man came, but the old man said, "you don't have to guess my identity, little Ling Yun. The earlier you know something, the better."
Ling Yun doesn't ask any more. The old man nods to himself. It's this kind of determination that can make him very promising. He naturally knows about Ling Yun's past. Maybe that year is not long, but for a child, it's actually very long.
I don't like the Confucian teacher very much, but he likes it very much. He knows better than others that if Ling Yun really died here, it's not a good thing for the world. Fortunately, Ling Yun met the old guy, or he met the drunkard, so he would think more before he killed him, That's a good thing.
For example, he had a drink with Daozu, had tea with Buddha, had a fight with the most powerful sword God in the world, scolded and played with the world-famous saints, and played with the famous Confucian saints. He was the best player in the world in chess, and was unique in calculation. Anyway, he was the best.
Listen to Ling Yun a Leng a Leng of, "elder unexpectedly so fierce, think also not bad these a few jars of wine money?"
"Money is something out of my life. I never take money with me when I walk around the world." The old man thinks Ling Yun is not very sensible and needs to be well educated.
Lingyun is really distressed money, he now did not have much left, also owed a butt debt, muttered: "then how do you come over?"
"I ate and drank all the way." It's useless for people who play conspiracy to come here with such things as face.
They had finished six jars of wine. Ling Yun was dizzy. The old man had already fallen on the table. Ling Yun muttered: "roar so hard, this is the amount of wine."
The old man suddenly sat up, patted his forehead and said, "I forgot to take you for a walk."
He stood up, took Lingyun and ran. Lingyun said, "I haven't paid yet!"
"Oh, you pay first." The old man let go of Ling Yun's hand. After Ling Yun settled his account, he walked side by side with the old man and strolled in the street together.
The old man sighed: "to practice and cultivate one's mind, one has broken six desires and seven emotions. He seeks the road of eternal life, but he doesn't know that the pleasure of eternal life lies in the world."
"What's the long life you want?" Ling Yun asked.
In fact, the old man has given the answer, but Ling Yun's question is not the old man's answer. The old man frowns. Why is longevity?
"There are people who want to live forever, and naturally there are people who want to have peace of mind
The old man said in a soft voice, such as those people who have stopped in the mountains for thousands of years, their longevity is too short, but too long, broken and long, but what's the difference with that mortal?
Ling Yun nodded and shook his head. He didn't feel drunk. He gasified his sword to get rid of the wine. He just sighed. The old man suddenly asked, "little Ling Yun, if the person you saved cuts you back, how do you decide?"
Ling Yun thought for a long time and said softly: "in fact, such things are very uncomfortable, right?"
"It's just the simplest problem," the old man stroked Ling Yun's head. "To a large extent, what you do will hurt many people and save more people. But the injured people blame you and hate you, and the saved people don't know, so they blame you and hate you. That's what thousands of people mean. That's sad. If it's you, how do you choose?"
"If you are a senior, how should you choose?" Ling Yun arched his hand and said, "I'm a younger generation. No matter what the way I go, I have to look at the way my predecessors have gone, learn from it, and then choose the way I should go. I've never experienced it myself. If I choose, my choice now is to blame me, hate me, kill me without shame, and destroy it without guilt. It's a piece of paper, It's so easy. "
The old man nodded and led Ling Yun to the old house. "Those women ghosts, their life experience is still poor. In the past years, my old man thought that most of the women in the world were short-sighted, jealous and incompetent. Among these people, the woman in red was the youngest, but the most intelligent. If you have the ability, you can find a body for her, so as to be the foundation of his future life."
"I did." Ling Yun nodded.
When he came to the old house, many people gathered at the door. One of the leaders was a beggar who Ling Yun had helped before. Sooner or later, the purchase of the old house in Dongcheng at a low price would be exposed. This was what he expected. He had already thought about how to deal with it.
The old man twisted his beard with a smile. Ling Yun was startled. When the old man asked him that question, did he already know what was going to happen here?
If it is true, then its true cultivation will only be higher, and it may even be the strong one in the divine realm.
"Let that hypocrite out of the air!"
"Yes! You see what we're eating?! Rice bran
"What's more, he picked up the woman at home a few days ago? Do you want to find a way to get it when you see someone's beauty? Hypocrite
"Let's work every day and give me something that pigs don't eat!"
"No! Give us the pay! "
Some people also came up with evidence, which were rotten leaves, rice bran, and a well-dressed young man knelt on the ground and cried, "Mr. Ling, I beg you to give me back Xiaomei! I grew up with her... "
Just in the middle of what he said, three men came out of the alley with a woman. It was really pretty, "Dalang ~"
When the woman saw the young man kneeling on the ground, she rushed over and cried bitterly!
"Did he do anything to you?" Da Lang asked nervously.
As soon as the woman heard this, she cried even more plaintively. As long as she was not stupid, she knew what it meant. "The sky killing Lingyun is worse than animals! Damn it
"Yes! Let's quit! "
"Go! Go to the government and sue him. The evidence is there. Let's see how he Sophists! "
……
Ling Yun listens to those unpleasant curses. He doesn't care. He only takes a look when he hears someone scolding his parents. He remembers the man's appearance, but the old man says, "you have a bad eye."
"It might be worse, actually." Ling Yun shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly that this little trick would really damage his reputation and put him in prison?
It seems that the Song family are idiots.