Chapter 339

The world is changing every day. Everyone's ideas will be different from those of the previous day. Everyone is changing. Maybe what we see today is one person, and tomorrow will be another person.

The position of the sun and moon in the mountains and rivers will change slightly with each passing day.

In the old house of Dongcheng in Zhaosong Liangcheng, Nanye, the old man plays chess alone, with a little girl cooking wine beside him. The weather is getting colder and the wine is delicious.

From a long time ago, there were few disciples around him. A few of them, who were engaged in sword training, were famous. They just said that it was impossible to stay with him. They had their own things to do. Even the youngest disciple gradually had his own direction. The master led him in, practiced himself, studied and practiced sword, and made layout strategies, It's all up to them.

And he who is a teacher is just teaching.

When he thinks of his disciple, what he regrets most is his most proud disciple. He has six worlds in his heart. If he is given time, why can't he really change the direction of the world?

It's just that he left too early. Otherwise, today's Kyushu and that wilderness will be wonderful because of his existence. But at the beginning, no one could save him, and there was calculation. More importantly, he made his own choice. To win over the natural power with human power was a move against heaven. He wanted to calculate the whole world, and tried to open another door together with Yin and Yang.

In fact, it's better and sadder to use the four words "Heaven envies talents" to describe one's most proud disciple.

While playing chess, the old man said to the little girl beside him: "it's easy to boil wine. Just put a pot of wine in the water for some time. Compared with tea, it's more troublesome."

"Every day with me this bad old man, will not feel bored?" Asked the old man.

The little girl shook her head. She was a native of Liangcheng. She had a poor family and was sold to be a servant girl. The old man bought her and left her to teach her how to read and read.

"Of course, there is," the old man said with a smile. "There is a scholar in the city. He has a good knowledge. When you have time, you can walk more. You can just say what you want to read and do."

"I dare not." Said the little girl in a low voice.

The old man snorted softly, "you are different from the boy in my family. If you have a chance to see him, you can learn from him more. You dare not do this or that. You dare to do anything in secret. You are afraid of death and you have to go to the wilderness alone. You still want to stay there if you don't do chess."

"People, most of the time they just talk right and wrong, but sometimes they can't speak, and sometimes they can't read. They know it, and people all over the world don't know it. Many people don't care, but a few people are even more bitter." the old man said a lot today. He seldom said these words to people, whether he was a disciple or a friend, or some good younger generation, He never said these words. What kind of people have not seen in the world for thousands of years? What kind of person is in the heart of the little girl? He knows all about the knowledge in the world. Why can a man learn, but a woman can't? The little girl of Nanye, Rhododendron, who is delicate and weak, has not become a spy. She is cruel and cruel. "So it's basic to be a man and abide by her duty, Doing good and accumulating virtue is the result of ability, punishing evil and promoting good is the common principle between individuals and the world. "

"Sir, you are right."

The old man asked, "I ask you, if a man would kill thousands of people to break the previous tranquility for the sake of world peace, and that world peace may not be realized, is that man good or evil?"

"Good is good, bad is evil?"

"When people see him do things, they will never experience them personally, but only see the results. Therefore, good and evil are not important to individuals, but they are important to many people, because such vital interests are enormous," the old man sneered, sipping his wine. "All the people in the world pursue profits."

The old man remembered some things. His most proud student in those years joined Taoism and Confucianism one after another. Finally, he went to his own school. He was familiar with hundreds of classics, so he could know the world. Of course, the most proud of his most proud disciple was that he was good at building momentum. He was good at following the trend and taking advantage of the trend, but it was very important to be able to achieve the expected results.

If Ling Linlin had listened to him and his elder martial brother's words, he would have practiced well, instead of making a great wish to win over heaven with human power, not to be an immortal guest in the world, and to enjoy the great romantic life of scholars in the world.

Of course, he did, but he walked too fast. The world itself is full of variables, and he himself walked too fast, so many things were put on hold.

There are few people in the ghost valley. It's useless to walk one by one, and it's useless to be strong. Under the surging trend, no one can be alone. "I remember that I have to go there every morning and evening to learn. If any woman can't read, if he really doesn't want to teach me, you have to keep an account. I went there several times a day, said some good words and helped me do some things. Later, I'll wait for my little disciple to come back, You can talk about it to him. He can listen to others best, and then you can read along with him. "

"With whom?"

"You have to call him martial uncle." The old man said with a gentle smile, if we want peace in the world, we always need some changes. What kind of changes will make the world look brand new? Of course, it is to break the old ideas and concepts, as well as the rules.

There is nothing more suitable for governing the world than Confucianism.

It's just that there are too many corrupt Confucians like swords, and there are more people looking for fame. They usually hide very well, and they can't see what they can do. For example, the old scholar of Confucianism, who even threw out the statue of a saint, was extremely miserable at that time. No one in the world knows how many people are scolding him. That old boy is still happy all day long, But few people know what the old scholar did after experiencing such a thing. The great suffering is silent and silent.

……

Zhuxi, a small Taoist, is riding a green ox, and another tall Taoist iron pillar is holding the ox. Zhuxi is staggering on Niubei mountain, singing: "not to be an immortal, but the best in the world."

For this little martial uncle who has read too many martial arts novels, tie Zhu really has no way. He is now immersed in the state of fighting for justice and just seeking for the world's great romance. In fact, tie Zhu looks silly. He doesn't want to walk around the world with little martial uncle.

Zhuxi turned to Tiezhu and said, "master Xuan, do you think I'm so talented? Will your son be ashamed to see me?"

"The young master has been reading poetry since he was a child. The younger martial uncle should not be hit." Tie Zhu said in a dull voice, how can a man like you lose to the little martial uncle? Well, everyone in the world will lose to the little martial uncle. The little martial uncle can only lose to the little martial uncle. That's good.

Zhuxi turns over and says nothing. Tiezhu's son is a good man. It's not that Tiezhu didn't know how to deceive him. He just met his mother and son once and handed them two sweet potatoes. He can try his best to change their fate. If Tiezhu hadn't met Lingyun, he would not be the Xuanshi now.

With the young master of Tiezhu whom he had never seen before, Zhuxi felt that both the silly Tiezhu and the smart Xuanshi were very lucky. Neither of them was due to personal opportunities, but in this cold world, they got what they needed from each other - warmth.

Maybe only people like tie Zhu are sincere and unrequited when they help others. There are not many people in the world who can really distinguish between good and bad people's hearts. They can't do it by themselves, nor can Ling Yun. Only a few people like them can help when they can see the essence of something.

If tie Zhu is stupid and does a lot of stupid things, Ling Yun may not help each other. This is what his parents taught him. Zhuxi suddenly said, "master Xuan, do you know what kind of place Zhenbei city is?"

"Since you are willing to stay for a long time, master has also said that it should be the best place in the world?" Said tie Zhu.

Zhuxi chuckled, and Tiezhu continued: "don't even the little martial uncle yearn for it?"

Zhuxi has a bright smile on his face. Of course, Zhenbei city is an excellent place to go. But he can't help. It's just that there is a flaw in the beauty. But Su Zi's water melody is very good. "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full and clear." we expect things to be perfect, but we can't do them all well. That's not the real world, it's a dream, "Of course I like a good place."

Zhuxi lies on qingniu's back and looks up at the sky. It's late autumn and winter. The four seasons of the year are in such a hurry. In previous years, on Wudang Mountain, I didn't feel that the four seasons are changing. One year's prosperity is the road of life and death. It's the road of life and death!

"Master Xuan, do you think that the younger martial uncle is one of the world's leading figures?" Asked Zhuxi.

Tiezhu did not want to return: "the world's most romantic, who and Taibai!"

Zhuxi slapped Tiezhu on the forehead, "didn't elder martial brother teach you to tell the truth less?"

"Master told me to be honest with others!" Tiezhu said seriously.

Zhuxi sighed, the best little nephew in the world, how can he be so good?

They are still staying in Linzhou. It is said that Qilin, the auspicious beast, once appeared here. However, the third ancestor of the demon clan in the world, who seems to be the one in Kyushu, is fighting with the Kirin criminal. It's true that the same kind loves each other. After staying in Kyushu for a long time, it's changed by the atmosphere of Kyushu.

However, it seems that the wild world is more direct. Zhuxi is really good at Wudang Mountain. Other sects want to be the leader. Their senior brothers and nephews, when it comes to being the leader or elder, all of them want to go down the mountain immediately to kill demons and never come back all their lives. They are so ambitious that they don't kill all the demons in the world, It's the same as swearing not to return to the mountain!

If you want Zhuxi to say that the elder martial brother still has a lot of time, you should be honest. Those who are younger martial brothers, apprentices, nephews and grandchildren should go down the mountain more.

When he passed by a mountain village, Zhuxi put away his idleness and became an immortal. He stood on the back of the ox and rubbed master Xuan's head. "Little martial nephew, how about staying here for a few days? You can see that the environment here is quiet, like isolated from the world. It's a peach garden outside the world. You and I are here, so we can take care of ourselves and go to Zhenbei city!"

Master Xuan nodded, but his right hand was on the hilt of the sword. It's not unusual for demons and ghosts to do harm to the world. It's just a mountain village. It seems peaceful and peaceful, but in fact it's full of ghosts. It's very unusual. Confucianism has never killed them all. It just teaches them to be good with the help of enlightenment, but some of them feel that they can't be controlled. Where can't they be controlled?

Most of them are doing these things along the way.

……

The plundering clouds in Shilin state gradually dispersed, and the hundred Li was scorched black. In the central sky, a dark figure fell from the sky, and there was a little thunder and lightning on his body. A huge ape Dharma image was smashed down with a long stick, "Damn it!"

It's a disaster to suppress the mind. Even he felt that as soon as he entered, he would surely die. How could the robber survive? It's a pity that he broke the terrain and suffered heavy losses. It's unforgivable. Most of the robber was the one who wielded the three swords at the beginning, but he deserved to die.

Together with him, Ziqing was also implicated, and most of them could not survive. It's a pity that if you're hit by this robbery, even if you're immortal, it's ugly. No one will like it.

Ling Yun crawled out of the soil and glanced at the mountain that had been destroyed by the natural disaster. He grinned, "the smelly monkey of dog days, even Lao Tzu's once shed body has been destroyed. Let's settle this account later."

After Ling Tian crawled out of the land, he was black and felt that he was back where he was hiding Ziqing. The robbery that day was really fierce. If he hadn't deduced the method of remoulding from the thirty-six battles in xiaodongtian, he would have been beaten to death today.

Ziqing taught him that the technique of breaking cocoon and turning butterfly is wonderful, but the conditions are also very strict. His simple version of the method of remoulding is derived from "the battle between heaven and earth". Of course, it is not used unconditionally. Every time he remoulds, he can quickly recover his injury without damaging his foundation, but he will enter at least one person's weak period, and his strength will be greatly reduced, If it was not a helpless move, Ling Yun would not have done so. He could only avoid a disaster.

The array around Ziqing's cave was also robbed by thunder. Fortunately, it is within the scope of natural calamity. The stronger ones will not enter rashly. They will be involved and will die without life.

Ziqing turns into a cocoon and has no breath at all, which is the reason why he escaped the disaster. Ling Yun carries Ziqing's cocoon and goes on his way.

Some people run away in a foreign land, some people drink and sing in their hometown. At the same age, different lives are not given enough by God, nor are they surprised by their family circumstances. The only difference is that their fortunes are different, and their pursuits in the future are different. The so-called reality of the damned world pushes the original warmth into the cold hell, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts they see are probably not given by God, There are more pitiful and hateful people.