"Don't look, the sword energy soars above the mountain is the first to reach the fifth level. Don't say that ordinary people can't learn it. Even if I rely on this yellow rope, I'm afraid it's hard to practice to this extent." The man walking slowly on the mountain road looked back and felt that the world's breeze passed by the sword energy and stroked it to his face. He didn't feel cool, but it was extremely sharp. It seemed that ordinary breeze was attached to the sword energy by the sword energy, so he spoke intentionally or unintentionally, "It is said that diligence can make up for the shortcomings, but often the words in the world are always contradictory, and it is hard to cook without rice. No matter how hard the scholars study hard, they can't stand the talent of the sword. This sword mountain cannot be climbed."

Yan Jiaqing was more happy when he got the new successor, and when he went down the mountain, he was much more steady. Although he was deeply drunk, his gait was not obvious. He probably did not want to show his business attitude in front of his juniors, so he barely stabilized his body.

"With the opinion of my seniors, how talented are you?" Wen Yu suddenly asked, which made Yan Jiaqing in front of him stunned. He turned around again, but his face had a look of enlightenment, pretending to be profound, "Who is the score compared to whom? Compared with the master of the sword energy on the mountain, it is probably like a small disciple in the market and an ancient bear and tiger general, which is completely inferior. Fortunately, the roots and bones are not bad, and they are half a pound of me."

It seemed that he was quite puzzled to see through the woman's face. Yan Jiaqing laughed and said, "Talent and root and bone veins at first glance, but at first glance, they are different. After all, the level of understanding, etc. are also considered among talents. The root and bone veins are important, but if you are born stupid and cannot enter the game, no matter how wide the meridians are, no matter how good the root and bone are, it is useless to waste the favor of the gods."

"Thanks to the advice of seniors, I have recorded it." Wen Yu clasped his fists, but his expression was not clear.

Yan Jiaqing was wandering around the world alone in his early years, and had a wide range of knowledge. He didn't even think about the woman's life experience before. He could guess one or two of them just by looking at the woman's words and expressions. So he didn't rush to go down the mountain. Instead, he picked a flat slum stone beside him, stopped and sat down, and said to the woman, "Sit down and rest, walk so fast, it's so great that the Dayuan Mountain is so powerful, but the mountain scenery of Yizhang is not bad. Just as the evening is approaching, looking out the mountain, isn't it the afterglow is dyed, it looks very good." Yan Jiaqing, who has been a gentleman at the foot of Nangong Mountain for several months, has never preached to the woman, nor has he sighed for several times. He talked about the old things in Yantangzhou in a plain tone.

It is said that there was a severe drought in Yantangzhou for ten years. The sky seemed to have been connected for nine days, and the grains in the soil were harvested. The continuous crossing of long rivers, rivers and streams, and even the water swamps that had been around for hundreds of years, were evaporated by the fierce sun, and the people could not escape even if they fled. They had to rely on the shaded cellar to avoid the heat, and there were people who died of thirst every day.

However, Yantangzhou does not belong to Zihao, nor does Xia Song. It is Xia Songguo who intends to help him, but he cannot withstand the surging heat waves of steaming and roasting fields in the territory. The tents and soldiers who escorted grain and water were also ordinary people. They were blocked outside Yantangzhou and did not dare to enter.

In the ten months, the people of Yantangzhou left six out of ten. Except for the people who were still in the cellar, the rest of the land was like fire, and the mountains and rocks seemed to be about to rise up and melt into one place. Such a tragic situation eventually attracted an immortal who forced a fishing rod to pull away the great sun from the sky, sacrificed his whole body to destroy his cultivation, dragged the big sun for ten days, and threw it to the East China Sea, and he was also suffering heavy damage. The fishing rod passed down from Yantangzhou and died, and the remaining cultivation turned into a heavy rain, which was watered for more than a month. The descendants of Yantangzhou were worried about the kindness of the immortals, so each generation selected a talented person and passed the fishing rod down, which was called a fishing man.

"When you say this, you probably can understand. The scholar should have told you about this matter earlier," the man was much drunk and weak, looking at the scenery outside the mountain and laughed, "I am the fisherman of this generation, and that fishing rod is made of the yellow rope on my shoulder."

"You are still a little younger. You are not clear about many things in the world and feel that you have resentment in your heart. You always want to make up for it with your cultivation. It belongs to human nature. I can't say anything more. After all, you have not experienced the suffering of others. Don't advise others to be kind. What you said to you is just to tell you that the world is vast, your mind is open and you can get a smooth road. If you only care about resentment and your mind is not in a state of mind, how can you reach the state of mind?" Yan Jiaqing swept away his drunkenness, his eyebrows were filled with joy, and he smiled with his lips.

The breeze around him was blowing, and the woman looked away. The distant mountains supported the sun, which was exactly the same as what Yan Jiaqing said. If the immortal in the sky was drunk and picked up candlelight, it would sprinkle countless ways in the world, like covering the red sash, it would be nice to see.

"It's just that my heart is unsolvable, and it's always difficult for the younger generation to practice. All kinds of resentment and sorrow are probably the most appropriate. If you live for a lifetime, you can ask for peace of mind and then you can talk about him."

The man shook his head, "I only pointed out a way for you, whether you care for the younger generation or explain the next fishing man, how to walk on the road depends on yourself." Then he laughed and said softly, "Teach those children's studies in the daytime, and give mistakes. After the school is dispersed, he will be uncomfortable and guided by the country. After seeing that he has been a teacher for a long time, he will inevitably get into some problems of being a good teacher. If you can take the burden of this fishing man smoothly, I can go to the mountains and rivers and see the wonders of the world."

"Thinking about it makes people proud."

The two of them went down the mountain and came to the front of the village entrance. They happened to run into several children playing. When they saw that their husband was returning home, they quickly put away the gadgets in their hands and saluted them in a regular manner. Yan Jiaqing did not care, and nodded slightly to respond, and then asked if the school was finished. It was not until several children memorized the articles arranged during the day that they smiled and chatted with the children for a while before taking Wen Yu to the school.

It seems to be very different from the man who was drunk on the mountain and was tense with the scholar.

Wen Yu is the young palace lord in Ziluan Palace. His knowledge is naturally extraordinary. There are not many study schools in the Dayuan Realm. However, Wen Yu has also seen many wealthy and elegant school libraries. Just talking about Baiyu Bishan can be exchanged for hundreds of taels of silver, but he has never seen such a dilapidated school in front of him, and as soon as he entered the door, he frowned.

Yan Jiaqing packed up a handful of shriveled wild flowers by the window frame, and dusted the dust on the upper. He turned around and said happily, "It's better to have a little ragged school, but it's hard to go from extravagant to frugality. Nangong Mountain is not high. Isn't there anyone like Wu Shuang who is a talented immortal? This is a humble room, but my virtue is very good."
Chapter completed!