On February 2nd, the dragon raised its head.

The orioles are flying and the grass is growing, the swallows are whispering, and Chen Yuancha is as proud as the crown.

Chen Yuan, whose courtesy name is "Daoyuan", ranks third at home, so he is called "Chen Sanlang."

Chen Sanlang entered a private school since he was a child. He was talented and studied hard books and wrote very well. However, after taking the three boy exams, all of them returned in disgrace. He could not even get the qualification to enter the school, and the imperial examination was even more out of reach.

People who know the inside story know that whenever they enter the exam, Chen Sanlang immediately became trembling and his body trembled involuntarily, so trembling that sometimes he couldn't even hold his pen. How could he pass the exam with such an on-the-spot performance?

This is called "scary scene".

Due to this hidden disease, he didn't know how many doctors he had seen or how many folk remedies and herbs he had taken, but they had no effect. He had no trouble when he entered the examination room, and he would fight and be in a mess.

Mr. Yang from the private school sighed sadly: "This child has no hope for the rest of his life."

Chen Sanlang was persistent and could not go to school or give up. He stayed in a private school and followed a large group of young children to school, which was extremely eye-catching.

This matter was a big joke in Jingxian County.

However, scholars like Chen Sanlang cannot pick their shoulders and hold their hands, and they will dizzy when they kill chickens when they see blood. There is no way out in this life except studying. Fortunately, his family is well-off and has no worries about life, and he does not need to work hard for food and clothing.

Today, the spring breeze blows on Jingxian County and the sun is shining. At dusk, after school in the private school, Chen Sanlang walked home with his books on his back.

Jingxian is a small town, with only a few streets, from a private school to a home, half a quarter of an hour away.

"Selling fish, delicious live fish!"

A shout came.

Chen Sanlang paused and stopped in front of the fishmonger's stall.

Two bamboo baskets, fat belly and small mouth, were soaked that they did not leak water. There were more than ten fish in them, and they were cruising.

"Uncle, how much is this fish price?"

asked in a literary way.

The fishmonger knew Chen Sanlang and smiled and said, "Sell it to another person, it costs twenty cents a piece of money. Just sell it to Sanlang, just fifteen cents."

This is very false, the normal market price is only ten cents a day.

Chen Sanlang has never bought two dishes in person throughout the year, so he didn't know the market. He thought he had gotten a bargain and bowed: "Thank you, uncle, please invite two."

"Okay."

The fishmonger penetrated into the fish basket with skillful hands, took out two fish, and used a thin grass to penetrate the gills.

These two fish are the smallest in the fish basket. One of them has a bright red and very bright appearance, but it is a red carp, which is only two fingers wide, not three or two.

Chen Sanlang didn't know the truth that there was no traitor or businessman, so he counted out a string of copper coins, then took the fish and walked home.

The fish that was pierced with gills was not dead. Its tail was swinging hard and struggling endlessly, hoping to get rid of it and escape the disaster.

Chen Sanlang picked up the fish and put it in front of him, and looked at the red li. Seeing that the fish's eyes were quite different, a rare touch of agility flashed. In an instant, clear water droplets flowed out of his eyes.

This red carp seemed to be crying.

Tears fell to the ground drop by drop, moistening things silently, but they were like splashing down the heart, making people feel pity.

Chen Sanlang was stunned for a moment, looking at the dying fish, he felt a trance-like illusion that it was not a fish, but a poor person who was surviving sadly.

"It is better to lose your life than to kill someone else; be virtuous and be in harmony with the people's hearts..."

The sage's simple teachings suddenly flashed through my mind.

He turned around and stopped going home, so he came to the edge of a river called "Jinghe" in the city.

This river passes through the city, like a green jade belt, which is lightly buckled around the waist of Jingxian County. There are many weeping willows on both sides of the river bank. In the spring, the willow branches sprout and sprout tender green, which is very pleasant.

There is a stone arch bridge in it, spanning north and south of the river. The large stone bridge is covered with green moss, showing a mottled ancient meaning.

The bridge is called "Wanqing".

When he arrived at Wanqing Bridge, Chen Sanlang gently pulled off the green grass that was piercing the gills and put the fish in his hand into the water.

The fish got water, got rid of its restraint, and immediately swam away quickly, hiding in hiding.

Standing by the river, Saburo sighed and was about to turn around and leave.

A sudden wind blew, and the wind blew and the water moved. The river surface actually blew up quite a few waves, which was quite strange.

Chen Sanlang was looking at it curiously when he saw a touch of bright red among the waves. A red carp broke through the waves and reached the waterside, just a few feet away from him.

The red carp suddenly opened its mouth and spit out something, which landed at Sanlang's feet, which scared the scholar.

What's going on?

After spitting out the food, the red carp stood up in the water. I don’t know how to do it. The small head nodded to Chen Sanlang, and the two pectoral fins were slightly closed and moved, as if someone was bowing his hands to make a ceremony, with a lively and childish demeanor.

Seeing that Chen Shusheng's eyes were straight, he was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

How strange!

I have read countless books, but I have never read such a strange thing.

Soon, the red carp shook its tail and dived into the water. On the water surface, there were only a circle of moving ripples, and nothing happened.

After half a salary, Chen Sanlang came to his senses a little and stared at the ground and saw something coming from the red carp.

It is dark, about three inches long, and the whole body is slender, looking like a large embroidery needle.

He leaned over to pick it up, his hand sank and almost picked it up.

This thing is actually very heavy, beyond imagination.

I took it in my hand and looked closely and found that the shape of this thing was like a pocket sword. Unfortunately, it was rusted all over, and the hilt and blade were not clearly divided, and there was no sharp edge at all.

"Ouch!"

When he rubbed his fingers with the tip, he was accidentally pierced and a drop of blood rolled down.

The blood was soaked at the tip of the sword and was absorbed in in an instant.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, Chen Sanlang screamed in pain, and felt the blood from the wounds of his fingers flowing out constantly and was swallowed by the small sword. He was panicked, but had no choice but to do anything, gradually becoming dizzy and sank on the ground in a dizzy way.

He had a strange dream—

In my dream, there is another self, who is in a bizarre and colorful world. This world is full of incredible things: four wheels running fast, countless people, huge houses that cannot be seen... dense, just looking at them, it is so depressing that people can't breathe. Standing inside, southeast, northwest, and in a mess.

The pictures that seem familiar are flipped, like rivers and rivers flowing, showing the impression of the history: Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period, Qin, Han Dynasty, Tang Dynasty, Song and Ming Dynasty... Eternal articles, poems, lyrics, songs and essays...

Many, many, unheard of.

A long dream is like experiencing a lifetime.

I don't know how long it took, but a hidden pain came. He hummed and slowly opened his eyes. He immediately recognized that he was lying in his room at his sight.

"Yuan'er, are you awake?"

The careful voice was trembling, and then a nervous face appeared in his eyes, his eyebrows were furrowed, and the corners of his eyes were covered with crow's feet, indicating that her youth was gone.

Chen Wangshi, the mother of Chen Yuan.

Since Chen's father died early and his two sisters got married, Chen Yuan has been living with his mother.

Chen's mother was nearly 40 years old and gave birth to Chen Yuan. She was very doting about her beloved son. However, she gradually entered her sixties and was most worried about her son who was still like a child in a hundred years. What should she do if she was just a child who was only concerned about studying? Can she keep this well-off family business?

"It seems that we have to hurry up to that marriage. Although the Liu family lions have a big mouth, the betrothal fee will be outrageous. However, after getting married, if Yuan'er can establish a mind and be a steadfast person, even if he fails to study, he can still learn the way of business management, that would be great."

Thoughts pass by, and you feel a little relieved.

Chen Sanlang's eyes were a little fluttering and he asked, "Mom, why did I come back?"

"Yuan'er, I've been waiting for you to come back for a long time at home, so I went out in panic to search. I saw you poorly, but fortunately I saw someone under the Wanqing Bridge. You fainted on the ground, but it scared my mother. I quickly asked someone to help carry you home... I was thinking about going to invite the doctor over..."

Chen Wangshi resisted not asking why Chen Sanlang went there. In fact, there was no need to ask, and he could probably guess it. It was probably because his son saw the sunset at dusk and the river was rippling and beautiful, so he wanted to go to the river to enjoy the scenery and recite poems. As for why he fainted, it was a bit strange. But it was fine if he was fine.

Chen Sanlang asked suspiciously: "When you saw me, didn't you see any blood?"

Chen Wangshi was startled: "Blood? No, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Chen Sanlang vaguely made excuses, paused, and said, "Mom, today is your 59th birthday. I bought two fish in the street market, but I never thought I would be gone halfway..."

When Chen Wang heard this, he felt warm: his son's life experience was like a blank paper, and it was hard for him to have the filial piety to go to the market to buy vegetables in person. I am afraid that those sly and treacherous dealers would definitely regard their son as a sucker, and deceive the money in various ways.

As for what Chen Sanlang said, "the fish is gone", you can imagine that it may be lost after slipping or the fish is eaten by cats and dogs on the road.

No matter what, my son remembers his birthday and has this intention, so he hurriedly said, "It doesn't matter, it's gone... You have been fainted for a long time, probably because you are hungry. I'll go and heat up the food and bring it over."

When she walked out, Chen Sanlang raised the pillow, half lying on the bed, stretched out his right hand, and let go of the fist that had been clenched tightly. In the palm of her palm, a small small sword was suddenly there. Compared to the initial rust, there was a faint cold light at this time. I don’t know if it had swallowed a lot of essence and blood.

"Wenxin nourishes the sword, and the liver and gallbladder moistens the pen..."

He murmured in his mouth the mysterious words that he should never know - the mantra of the "Haoran Silk Book" is only more than a thousand words, simple and ancient, and appears together with that dream, and it suddenly becomes imprinted in his mind and takes root.

After a ridiculous dream, my body was still the same, but my spirit changed completely, as if I had changed myself, like the "sudden enlightenment" of Buddhist Zen Buddhism, I suddenly realized my mind and saw my nature, and no longer had the same muddle as before.

He took a long breath, struggled to lift the quilt and get up.

The little sword sucked the essence and blood, and his weak body was very weak. He barely stood up and felt dizzy.

After a while, he dared to step over and push open the window that his mother had closed.

The slightly cold evening breeze blew on his face, making his spirits cheered up. Looking at the crescent moon in the night sky, the stars were faint, and he suddenly smiled: "A great dream has been 20 years, and the clouds have cleared the moon, and today I know that I am me."

Behind him, Chen Wangshi's anxious cry came: "Yuan'er, you just woke up, why did you open the window and get a blowout? Hurry up, lie back on the bed."
Chapter completed!