"Take this kid to Haoran Zhengqi Song and face the wall for a night. If you can't feel Haoran Zhengqi, let him stay there."

The old Mr. Shushan waved his hand and said to Ziyu and Ziming.

After Ziyu and Ziming heard this, they walked towards Ding Xiaoyi with a smile.

Seeing the two Shushan disciples with girlish smiles on their faces,

Ding Xiaoyi's heart trembled, and his body suddenly collapsed.

"etc",

Ziyu and Ziming picked up Ding Xiaoyi, who was lying on the ground, and Ding Xiaoyi shouted loudly when he realized that something was wrong.

"Why, do you still have any doubts?"

The old man from Shushan had a sinister smile on his face and said to Ding Xiaoyi.

"Um, what the hell is that righteous song?"

Ding Xiaoyi asked incessantly,

But he has never heard of any righteous songs. Is it the inheritance of Shushan?

"Ziyu, please tell him what the Zhengqi Song is, so that this kid won't be confused."

Mr. Shushan gave instructions to Ziyu.

"Follow orders",

Ziyu respectfully saluted the old farmer and said,

Then he turned to Ding Xiaoyi:

"The Song of Righteousness is also called the Song of Righteousness. It has more than 300 words in total and is a poem written by the Confucian ancestors at that time. The poem is engraved on a hanging wall in the back mountain."

Ziyu mentioned that the song of righteousness was a poem written by a Confucian ancestor, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the comfortable old farmer.

Ding Xiaoyi suspected that this so-called Haoran Zhengqi Song must have been written by this old farmer.

To say that Confucianism is the work of our ancestors is simply nonsense.

More than three hundred words,

Do you want him to memorize it all? His face couldn't help but be filled with a layer of sadness.

"Um, do you want to memorize it?"

Ding Xiaoyi asked the old gentleman again with a sad face.

After hearing Ding Xiaoyi's idiotic question, Mr. Shushan was not even interested in answering.

"Of course you have to memorize it. How can you understand Haoran's righteousness if you don't memorize it? Junior brother Ding, you are lucky. Senior brother, I have read more than 300 such thick books in total, so I am qualified to sing the righteousness song on the wall.

"

Ziyu showed a proud smile on his face, and Ziming beside him also showed a simple smile.

"There are more than three hundred words, can't they be carved into the sea of ​​consciousness and memorized slowly?"

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he couldn't help but shout Qu Dao again.

"Of course not. Can you still feel your sea of ​​consciousness now?"

Ziyu replied to Ding Xiaoyi with another sly smile.

"Is there no room for negotiation on that?"

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, his whole body deflated like a deflated ball.

"Well, I have another question."

Ziyu and Ziming were about to walk out with Ding Xiaoyi on their backs, but Ding Xiaoyi asked again.

After hearing this, the two had no choice but to stop.

They looked at the old gentleman at a loss.

And the old farmer-like Mr. Shushan waved impatiently and said:

"Are you done yet? If you have any questions, please ask. I need to rest."

"Um, when will that divine cauldron be returned to this junior?"

Ding Xiaoyi asked the old gentleman shamelessly

road,

After hearing Ding Xiaoyi's rogue question, the old man took a sip of tea gracefully and said:

"What do you mean by returning it to you? I picked up this divine cauldron from Xiazhou. Boy, you have to touch your conscience when you speak. When did this divine cauldron become yours?"

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he was immediately confused.

He had seen scoundrels before, but never such a scoundrel.

This old Mr. Shushan doesn't have any noble demeanor, he is simply a robber.

The divine cauldron is clearly about to fall into his hands.

I was robbed by this old gentleman, how come I'm like this again now?

I picked it up from Xiazhou.

"Are you being too unreasonable? This divine cauldron was clearly mine and I killed so many strong men with all my might, but you finally took it away. Whose is it if it's not mine?"

Ding Xiaoyi suddenly became very angry, and he angrily yelled at the old farmer.

"What, do you have any opinion? Is there any difference between grabbing and picking up?"

The old gentleman heard Ding Xiaoyi's angry rebuke,

He was so angry that he sneered at Ding Xiaoyi.

I have never seen anyone who is unreasonable, but I have never seen someone so unreasonable.

What is the difference between grabbing and picking up? Of course there is a difference.

Ding Xiaoyi simply wanted to cry without tears. He did not expect that he would meet an old guy who was even more shameless than himself.

"Hmph, anyway, I still have a jade slip here, and I will definitely not let you get the divine tripod by then."

Ding Xiaoyi didn't know where the courage came from. He pointed at the old gentleman and cursed angrily.

Ziyu and Ziming, who were holding Ding Xiaoyi, were stunned and their expressions became extremely complicated.

On one side is the gentleman whom I respect, and on the other side is my friend who fights alongside me, why did they get into a quarrel?

【In view of the general environment,

"Boy, thank you for the reminder."

The old gentleman had a sly smile on his face, and when Ding Xiaoyi saw this, he couldn't help but feel something bad in his heart.

Before he could react, the jade slip in the Qiankun bag flew out automatically.

The jade slip turned into a stream of light and flew towards the old gentleman.

Ding Xiaoyi was so angry that he was trembling all over. This old man from Shushan was really blatantly robbing him.

Isn’t it said that all scholars are reasonable?

This is not a scholar, he is simply a robber.

"you……",

Ding Xiaoyi pointed at the old man with a leisurely and contented look and was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

The jade slip with the phantom of the divine cauldron engraved on it was taken away, and he simply wanted to cry without tears.

"You are not convinced. Once you understand the righteousness of Haoran, I will consider whether to return it to you."

There was a joking look on the old gentleman's face,

Seeing the old gentleman's joking expression, Ding Xiaoyi wailed in his heart.

"Huh, I just ate a few more fruits from you. Do you need to torture people like this?"

Ding Xiaoyi's unwilling voice echoed in the courtyard, but he had already been fought away by Ziyu and Ziming.

The old man looked down at the endless night sky,

The night sky was dotted with stars, and the old man's deep and wise gaze wanted to penetrate the endless night sky.

"Boy, after eating so many melons and fruits, can it be so cheap for you?

Yet",

A comfortable smile appeared on the old man's face.

Because of that comfortable smile,

The wrinkles on his face unfolded and his expression became vivid.

Ding Xiaoyi was carried by Yu Ziming and others towards the back mountain.
To be continued...