"The destiny of heaven is called nature, the way is to follow nature, and the way of practicing Tao is called teaching. Tao cannot be separated for a moment, but it cannot be separated from it."

"Therefore, a gentleman is cautious about what he does not see, and is afraid of what he does not hear. Nothing is hidden, and nothing is visible is visible, so a gentleman is cautious about what he does not see."

On the bank of Zhongzhou, where the mountains and rivers are surrounded, you can hear the sound of reading. Following the sound of reading, the bamboo forest hides each other, and the winding corridors are erected, and a bamboo building stands here. Looking inside, dozens of young children are reciting the classics of the ancestors, shaking their heads and focusing.

A man in Confucian uniform and forty-girlfriend sat above, listening to the tender voices of these children, and after reciting them several times, he deliberately dismantled them and told them carefully.

It was three o'clock in the sun, and the piano sounded from the backyard of Zhuyuan. The green-shirted master stopped telling and ended today's story with a smile, leaving some homework.

The children scattered.

Among them, either they have started playing or talk to each other for holiday arrangements.

There are many children wearing silk and silk, and the husband with a wooden hairpin tied his hair turned his eyes to look at the side of the bamboo forest. Sure enough, he saw a green bamboo as thick as a wrist swaying slightly, smiled, and stood up and left.

There was no one by the window, but there was a fat rabbit six feet above the green bamboo. The gentleman stretched out his hand and twisted it. The rabbit was fat and heavy. Now it was approaching winter. In order to survive the winter, most of the rabbits were fat and cooked with winter bamboo shoots, which tasted great.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped and the steps were approaching, and the voice of his wife came from behind:

"Is that child again?"

"Call...Qi Wuhuo?"

Mr. Qingshan nodded, raised his head, and could vaguely see a young man in the direction from the small bamboo building on the mountainside to the small town at the foot of the mountain. He was wearing ordinary shorts and light brown clothes, and his back looked ordinary, with only his body straight.

There was already a faint wind and snow rising, and the young man was gradually moving farther and farther away in the north wind and snow.

The woman who was originally a lady from a big girl, but later became a little harsh and fierce due to her experience pursed her lips slightly, and said with a rare slightest expression: "Why do you do this? You have already asked him to listen to him, but he refused to accept his kindness anymore. He lives a normal life, but he still has to use these things."

The voice paused, and then a little regretful: "Does he still hold a grudge against the things that I didn't treat him well back then?"

The man in blue smiled and comforted him: "He is not such a personality."

"I also asked him why he didn't want to come in. I originally thought it was just a child who couldn't bear it. I was arrogant and learned. I also worked as a county magistrate. I had handled a hundred and ten cases under my command. When I could convince a little child, I failed to do so in the end, but instead I was stunned by him."

The voice paused slightly.

His wife glanced at him suspiciously: "What did the child say?"

The man in the blue shirt stroked his beard:

"He said that everything should not worry about lack of things but unevenness, and should be fair."

"I have been punished by many children to enter the church, and some children are not very wealthy at home. They are gritting their teeth to let them come to school. If they are merciful to enter the church, there will be some complaints in the school."

"But it also has a hindrance to my reputation."

"He said that he learned literature and literacy from me, but he wanted to harm me and benefit others, and he could not do it."

"And these things are the tuition he gave me."

His wife couldn't help but be surprised: "Don't worry about being weak but not being equal... How can such words be said by a small town of children?"

The man in blue clothes said, "It's true, but he's really stubborn."

"I asked the people in the town that he was not a villager here."

"It was the refugees who came here ten years ago when Jinzhou was hit by disaster. Things are difficult. In order to survive, many people do everything. It is rare to see a scholar who is so upright but good at learning."

He wandered, held his wife's hand with one hand, and said warmly: "Madam, I plan to let the students compete in the next year. If he is really talented, he will accept him as his disciple and recommend him to the imperial examination in the future. There is no need to let such talents wander among the mountains. What do you think?"

The woman gave her husband a blank look and said, "Recommendation of talent and learning should be the duty of a scholar like you. If he is really talented and learning, it would be a dereliction of duty if you don't recommend it. I am willing to contact my relatives and find a good match for him."

The scribe in blue shirt was overjoyed and hugged his wife in her arms, so I won’t mention it for the time being.

The young man came out of the school, silently recited what he said today in his heart, and silently reviewed the meaning of these words. Before he knew it, he had walked into the mountains. The gust of wind was not heavy, as if there was snow on the mountain elsewhere. When the wind blew here, it had slowly stopped.

When he was young, his hometown suffered a major disaster and no grains were collected. The disease and demons were rampant. His parents barely survived by only the food they saved. They were mixed with refugees and fled here. Fortunately, it was here that they took it in and got a place to settle down.

Without the care of his parents and elders, he would have become those rascals and dilapidated houses, but since he was young, he would dream of strange things every day. In the world in his dream, there were iron birds rising into the sky, everyone came and went, tall buildings were densely packed in the city, and there were also many blocks of words.

I forgot many things in my dreams, but I still remember them many things.

Especially those square texts.

You can't learn it.

A scholar must not be broad-minded and resolute, and the task is heavy and the way is long.

It seemed as if some voices were chanting these, and he always felt that these in his dreams were extremely important to him, so he believed in the truth of these words.

It was cold today, and I was even more afraid of heavy snow to block the mountain. I needed to pick up more firewood to get through the cold winter. Qi Wuhuo climbed the mountain step by step with his back basket on his back, and occasionally he could pick up the falling pine cones. He was very lucky. He had already picked up a full basket of baskets one or three minutes earlier than before. He asked to get through this heavy snow, and then he slowly turned around.

But at some point, there was night fog in the mountains at this moment.

Qi Wuhuo's body was not aware of the mortal body, but his soul was different from that of ordinary people. He noticed some strangeness, frowned slightly, and walked slowly down the mountain with a long and neat branch in his hand. If an ordinary mortal would go down the mountain without realizing it, his soul was several times stronger, and he accidentally ran into the side.

Looking back, there is no way forward.

After walking for more than a hundred steps, I suddenly heard a desolate sound, singing loudly at the beat, the sound was old and clear, like the sound of gold and iron, but it was also of jade, and it was not harsh.

There are many strange places in Zhongzhou, with insects in winter, as bright as candles.

It's rising and falling, and it's approaching.

Qi Wuhuo's footsteps paused slightly, and he had unconsciously walked into the deep valley. He didn't know that insects and birds were following him. The tiger drooped his eyes in the night fog, and all the beasts and spirits were there. Only the chanting of the poem became clearer and clearer. His palm hit the beat and sang loudly.

"Not getting to the world, the whole hall is full of immortals and 'people'."

"The clothes always have the colors of smoke and clouds, and the staff and shoes follow the bodies of clouds and water."

"The iron flute blows across the sea and the moon, and the sleeves embrace the spring in the cave."

"Now we gather guests from all directions, no matter who sees anyone is Dongbin."

"Alas?"

"The guest is here!"
Chapter completed!