Chapter 82

What Ling Yun is good at is to reason with others. The premise is that others are not willing to listen to their own reasoning. Mr. Ling Yun says that scholars are most suitable to reason with others. If it makes sense and can be heard, the good ones will be better after all, and the bad ones will be better. If someone really doesn't want to listen, Mr. Ling just says that he still likes the disciples of his opponents, It's also very popular.

Ling Yun asked him, what did they say?

Mr. Ling Yun shook his fist in front of him. He didn't understand it before. Later, he left. Mr. drunkard told him what the world was like, and Ling Yun really understood it. Before I beat you, I will tell you. Of course, it's the best if you can listen. If you don't listen, it's nothing. I won't tell you.

If you are still dissatisfied with me, I will tell you again. This time, you will certainly listen to me, because you have the deepest memory of the pain when you hit someone with your fist. In this way, you can remember firmly. Otherwise, why do the students in the school always like to play the hands of the disobedient students?

This is a truth.

Chen Xi asked many times about the story of Qingqingcao, a stone arch bridge. Ling Yun didn't say it. Gao Pan, who is very cheeky, just said that when Chen Xi grows up, he will understand it naturally. Chen Diao Temple tries to hold back his smile. Of course, he knows the meaning of Qingqingcao. Scholars have many ideas, no matter how beautiful the scenery is.

Confucian Youwei, a great cook, once laughed at his good friend "a pear tree presses a Begonia". He might be surprised when he first read this book. But if he knew the reason, he would have to admire these scholars. It's really not dirty to curse people.

18 brides, 80 Lang, a pear tree pressure Begonia.

Ling Yun paid his own money to print the story and sent out some of it. Of course, it won't be given directly to the adults, but to some children. It's free. The adults in his family will always read it.

It's only a matter of time. If his descendants disappear in thousands of years, it's reasonable. If they get promoted and become rich, it's also reasonable.

At this time, a middle-aged Taoist in Qingyi in Zhangjia of the ancient state of Yu pinched his fingers and suddenly said, "my grandfather's golden body will be broken!"

He immediately turned into a streamer and went directly to Yushu county. The rest of the people in Zhangjia looked at each other. This monk with high seniority in Zhangjia was the descendant of empress Zhang. He was talented and had good fortune. He was the real backer of Zhangjia and a real immortal.

Zhang Lunai is a monk in Liujing. He has lived for hundreds of years and has great strength. Now, Zhang's status in Guyu county is not only protected by the land lord of Yushu County, but also supported by Zhang Lu.

In fact, it's not because of his talent that he has made such achievements today. In such a world as Kyushu, his talent can only be inferior in this era. He practises the secret method and binds his own fortune with the family members. He is both prosperous and harmful, so he will take care of it many times.

But when Zhang Lu arrived, there was no sign of his grandfather Zhang Hou's gold body breaking. From the gold body, an old man in an official uniform came out and twisted his beard with a smile: "path, how can you have the leisure to see my grandfather?"

Zhang Lu said: "I have a warning sign in my heart. I learned that my grandfather was in trouble, so I came to have a look."

"What can I do for you?" Empress Zhang said with a smile, "since you're here, why don't you have two drinks with my grandfather?"

Zhang Lu nodded. The people of Zhang Jia are both prosperous and damaged. He had nothing to do, so it's OK to stay here to have a look. Besides, he has a very high position in qingyumen of ancient Yuguo. He is one of the few people who hold power. If someone really wants his grandfather's gold body broken, he should weigh it up.

They were lax in shape and dissipated in smoke.

Ling Yun returns to the inn with Chen Xi. Chen Diao temple has already returned. They look at each other with a smile. Gao Pan yawns. When they see Chen Xi coming with a food box, they raise their spirits, "here you are."

"It's a rite of worship," Gao Pan poked his hand, impatient, "your master, I'm an expert in the world, and I don't care about the red tape..."

Chen Xi said solemnly, "my elder brother is a scholar. Naturally, the etiquette and rules are to be talked about. This is what my elder brother thinks is delicious. He asked me to bring a share back for you."

Ling Yun, who is eating the sugar gourd, smiles. Chen Xi is smart. Now she knows to pull him to block the climb. Chen Diao Temple asks, "do I have one?"

"Of course." Chen Xi takes down the package on Ling Yun's body. It's all snacks and elm wine.

Gaopan reluctantly takes Chen Xi's food box. There are many reasons why he looks so high on Chen Xi, but they are not as good as he likes. He thinks Chen Xi is very pleasing to the eye. She is a clever and sensible little girl. She was so cute when she was a child, and she looks better when she grows up. How can such a good-looking woman not have any Kung Fu to help her?

It's just practice with a clear mind and few desires. Children as old as Chen Xi are not very happy after all. So he probably guessed that the reason why Ling Yun didn't want Chen Xi to practice so early is that he always wanted to compensate for what Ling Yun lost on these children.

The grass root is like this, the iron pillar is like this, and so is Chen Xi. Ling Yun is young and thinks too much. A man of his age should also be a young man. He should go into his own world, beautiful women, good wine, good horses, good swords, good people and good stories.

However, there are so many things in his mind that he doesn't know him. After all, this is one of the places that Gao Pan doesn't like very much. It's just a little bit. In fact, Ling Yun is half of the drunkard's disciple. He doesn't like it any more.

At night, when Chen Xi goes to sleep, Ling Yun quietly comes out to practice boxing. Since he left the capital, he seldom practices sword, but practicing boxing is also practicing sword. Chen Diao temple sits on the roof and watches Ling Yun practice boxing in the moonlight. His boxing skills are strange, his boxing frame is more strange, and his boxing meaning is the most strange. The bright moon in the sky is still the same, and the white moonlight sprinkles on Ling Yun. Ling Tian just practices for a while, and then returns to his wheelchair, After all, it's not as easy to support your legs with sword Qi as it used to be.

Chen Diao temple asked, "what kind of boxing is this?"

"Do you want to learn how to hit at random? I'll teach you. " Ling Yun said.

Chen Diao Temple got up, dressed in a red robe, and said with a smile, "then in this world, there will really be a warrior to become a god!"

Lingyun doesn't hide his privacy. Chen Diao Temple frankly accepts that friends should be like this. Good things can be shared naturally. Some people are familiar at first sight, while others are alienated.

Lingyun teaches boxing, Chen Diao Temple learns boxing, Chen Xi sleeps and looks up at the bright moon. He and Bu know that they are of the same era. There are many people before them, and many people before them have very dazzling people. The exiled immortal who raises his glass to invite the bright moon to drink together and bows his head but thinks about the girl is really missing. When he is with him, where is the sword, Will be higher, in the end is some regret.

He fell behind Lingyun and chendiao temple in silence. They didn't know what the world would be like in the future. He didn't want to know. He was going to do a big thing and was not sure whether he would come back. So if he wanted a disciple, Lingyun and chendiao Temple didn't see a lot of scenery. They didn't know what the world would be like, but as long as they saw it, It's not necessarily the people with high strength who make trouble in this world. Maybe it's the people like them who are also the most likely to have far-reaching calculations.

Ling Yun has evil Jiaos in his heart and poisonous snakes and hungry tigers in his eyes. What kind of world has he gone through? Such a young man should be the most popular one in the world, but he can't be liked.

Gao Pan's hands are open, and the river of time and space flows. He is a child in ragged clothes. He walks barefoot in the wind and snow, helping to sweep the snow, helping to lead the way, and earning a warm white steamed bread. That's all. He has no acquaintances, and he has never given alms to others. He is just doing things, enduring some abuse, contempt and deception. He has seen the warmth and coldness of human relations early.

It's not standing at a high place to see the heart of the people. It's just standing at an ordinary home to see the final root of the heart of the people.

The origin of chendiao temple is extraordinary. Anyway, he teaches him swordsmanship, but he just does it as he likes. He just thinks that this young man is right for his appetite. Although he is also good at calculation, such calculation has become a habit. This is what chendiao Temple thinks.

Ling Yun is different. He has different attitudes towards different people. He can never see the happiness, anger, sadness and happiness with his naked eyes. Gao Pan has seen Ling Yun's original appearance, but he is a person and only a person, so he gradually becomes Ling Yun who is not Ling Yun, but also Ling Yun.

Ling Yun has been in Yushu county for half a month, and it's almost autumn. Every day, apart from reading, he practices calligraphy, or he practices boxing with pain. His recovery is fairly fast, but he still can't get down and walk. Occasionally, he can stand up for a short time.

Chen Diao temple, together with Gao Pan, swindled some gold in Lingyun's hands. One went to the restaurant to drink and tell stories, and the other went to the brothel to listen to music.

Ling Yun takes Chen Xi to read and read. Usually, Ling Yun dotes on Chen Xi, but he is very strict about reading. Of course, it doesn't mean that he will be punished if he doesn't do anything. In fact, it's not a good thing for children. Chen Xi always wants to be lazy, so her snacks will be much less.

All the stories in the city are very interesting. Generally speaking, the villain who betrays his classmates to seek a high position, covets his wife's bad heart, has lust and is venting everywhere, and the person who often drinks in the wine shop and has different facial features every day always has a sense of direction, and gradually leads people's eyes to the female ghost who talks about Yu mountain, When connected with the scholar who drowned himself in the Songyu river outside the ancient Yujing City, he will think of the righteous scholar Zhang Xian.

To deal with this kind of landscape God, impure incense is a chronic poison, but the story is very good, the plot is better, and the literary talent is better. Therefore, if we see more people and spread more widely, the benefits will be better.

So on the 20th day in Yushu Town, Ling Yun finally waited for the person he expected, Zhang's, and found the person who sold the story.

"Are you Ling Yun? Why do you want to tarnish the reputation of our ancestors? " A middle-aged man with beard cheered coldly, throwing a novel script into Ling Yun's arms.

Ling Yun shook the book and said with a smile, "your ancestors? What you are saying is that I am scolding your people? "

Ling Yun opened the book and said gently, "I'm a scholar, or I'm too poor to afford to eat. That's to say, I earn some money by writing stories. How can I say that I'm polluting people's reputation?"

Of course, only those who lived in those days knew what happened. However, under the propaganda of chendiao temple, the magistrate who was granted by the imperial court and today's land father-in-law will inevitably be affected. But too long ago, even if the story is true, it can only be a story.