Chapter 627

There are exceptions to everything.

No matter how the old gentleman and the sage in the cloud were covered up afterwards, he was defeated by the old man. This is a fact and cannot be changed.

Zhou Fu Zi stood in front of the thatched cottage, and no one around could come here. The sage's method is so simple.

Even more, a wisp of Qi left Zhou Fu Zi's fingers and went to the hut.

Outside the hut there was the sound of the wind, and Zhou Fu Zi was standing in the wind.

There was an old gentleman in the hut, with his eyes closed, lying on a simple wooden bed, snoring slightly.

I think it's time to fall asleep.

It is just that Zhou Fu Zi has already revealed that he has arrived at the door. How can this old gentleman be indifferent?

Even if the old man wanted to be indifferent, he would not allow it.

Just a little movement, the wooden bed began to shake, the amplitude is not big, but can always make the old man can not pretend to sleep, sleep people can not wake up, but the old man still opened his eyes.

Open his eyes, the old man quickly sat up, staring at the broken door, the old man frowned and cried, "who is so boring, teasing an old man like me?"

This is the question of knowing why.

For a monk like the old gentleman, there are not many people in the world who can let him care. However, he still feels that the external Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi.

If there's no chance of winning a fight, don't fight.

This is the old gentleman's code of conduct over the years, which has never changed. The reason why we don't quarrel is because we can't fight. Naturally, it's the same if we don't fight.

Zhou Fu Zi looked at the broken hut and knew that the old man was going to play tricks and frown slightly. He didn't say anything more. He just took a step forward and the whole man fell into the hut.

There were few things in the hut, a wooden table, a chair, a wooden bed.

Zhou Fu Zi sat in his chair and looked at the old man sitting on the bed.

They looked at each other without saying much, but the old man knew what Zhou Fu Zi thought and Zhou Fu Zi knew what the old man thought. In fact, both of them didn't have to say much to know the whole story of the matter, but it was not so simple.

Zhou Fu Zi was silent for a while, and then said, "I talked with ye Xiujing that nothing will happen when Su Ye enters the cloud. Liang also enters the cloud, and we will not do anything. It is meaningless to maintain the current situation. The situation of mountains and rivers has remained unchanged for six thousand years. Daomen don't think it is very good, and I don't think it's very good."

The old man had no expression.

Zhou continued: "if you can't let go of the old things, I can issue a legal order."

The old man turned his head, there was no happy look, but more and more indifferent, "this is the so-called people walking tea cool?"

Zhou Fu Zi looked at him and did not speak.

There is order and size.

On the question of whether Confucianism will play a more important role in the future, the old events of that year naturally seem less important.

The old man stood up, and his whole body trembled, not because of old age or anger, but because he could not help it.

The old man looked at Zhou Fu Zi and said nothing.

Zhou Fu Zi is also waiting for the answer.

It's quiet again.

After a moment, the old man said, "I stay in this hut, not because I am afraid of death, nor because I am afraid of him. If so, after he left the world, I will come out. I just think about one thing all the time through the original thing. If I can't think of it, I will not come out. If you want to let me into the cloud, I have to think about it. If I can't think of it, I will not leave Yes. "

There was some strange emotion in Zhou Fu Zi's eyes. "There are many things in this world that I can't think of clearly. There are tens of thousands of things I know. If everything is so tangled, there is no need to practice."

The old gentleman was not very interested. Even in the face of the Confucianist leader in front of him, he had no awe.

Zhou Fu Zi exhaled a puff of turbid Qi.

At the beginning, he didn't come out to say a few fair words. He felt that the old man and he were not on the same road. Even if one day, the old man came to the cloud from the world, he would never stand beside him and be on the side of the river with him.

It is only at different times that he comes to the school in person.

The old man looked at Zhou Fu Zi a few times, and then he fell down. This is a sign that the words have come to this point. There is no need to say more.

He is a monk who ascends a building, and Wan Wan is not the opponent of Zhou Fu Zi, and Zhou Fu Zi has a high status. If people can see him treat him like this, he will be despised by ten thousand people for a long time.

Zhou Fu Zi stood up and said calmly, "there are thousands of roads, and each has its own way. But since those roads were opened up by predecessors, we should have some gratitude instead of the present."

Having said this, regardless of whether the old gentleman had listened to it, Zhou Fu Zi had already returned to the hut.Back in front of the hut, Zhou took a look at the sky.

All the air was gone, and soon a middle-aged man with a Book pinned to his waist appeared here.

In charge of the school, Su Ye.

The master of the school took a look at Zhou Fu Zi, and soon bowed with his fists. His face was gentle, and no one could find fault.

Zhou Fu Zi nodded slightly and said in a soft voice, "let's pay attention to the matter of entering the cloud."

With these words, Zhou Fu Zi did not talk about it any more. He just looked at Su ye and disappeared.

Su Ye looked at the hut and asked tentatively, "sir?"

"Go away!"

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After a visit to the school, he was not in a good mood, but he was not very bad either.

He stood in the cloud, looked at a place, walked forward a few steps, and then looked at the horizon and said: "all kinds of deduction, at this time, it has no effect at all, still have to explore by ourselves."

There's a voice coming out of the sky.

Zhou Fu Zi stood in his place, listened for a moment, and then said, "this is the way the road is."

It was another ethereal sound.

"This is the best way," Zhou said

With these words, Zhou Fu Zi walked toward the cloud.

There is snow between heaven and earth.

Snow is not snow, but sword.

How much snow there is, how much sword spirit, how much sword spirit.

Zhou Fu Zi can't count, but feeling these sword meanings reminds him of the sword immortal Chao Qingqiu who has left the world.

He looked at the talisman under the cloud, at the golden light, at the sword meaning.

Then he opened the book calmly.

Just for a moment, the sound of the road sounded between heaven and earth, as if countless Confucian sages were praising the sages and sages. Those voices came from the book, with a series of majestic Qi.

Zhou Fu Zi looked at the lower part, his expression was indifferent.

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