Leaving the narrow and dark Mud Bottle Alley and walking in the broad and bright Erlang Alley, the young man with smart eyebrows walked lightly, his big sleeves swayed, and he held in his hand the couplet stolen from the wall of Mud Bottle Alley.
A tall man who was supposed to appear at the Supervisory Office was standing outside the door. He had been waiting for a long time. He closed his eyes and held his breath in concentration. After hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar young man and hurriedly
He turned sideways, stood with his hands tied, and said respectfully: "Sir."
The young man hummed, handed the couplet to Wu Yuan, took out the key and opened the door. Just as he was about to cross the threshold, he suddenly took a step back and closed the two courtyard doors again.
Wu Yuan almost bumped into her husband's back. The parent official of Longquan County quickly took a few steps back, a little surprised by his behavior.
The young man named Cui Chan folded his sleeves and pursed his lips towards the two painted door gods, "Your father-in-law's ancestor is hanging here, majestic, right?"
This extremely awkward statement gave Wu Yuan a headache.
Although he didn't get along with his father-in-law, who held the title of Shangzhu Kingdom, he really hit it off with his unmarried daughter-in-law. They were a well-known couple in the capital, especially a handsome and unrestrained Han clan member.
The scholar, who read poetry and books, rushed to the capital, failed in the imperial examination, but won the heart of a beautiful woman. Even though everyone was not optimistic about his marriage, he became the direct disciple of the Grand Master of Da Li.
So much so that His Majesty the Emperor was alarmed and ordered to summon Wu Yuan to Yangzhengzhai.
After that, the future father-in-law turned a blind eye to Wu Yuan and stopped threatening his daughter to break Wu Yuan's legs.
Cui Chan crossed the threshold and said casually: "I have been thinking about a question. Is there any chance that our Confucian vows of 'sincerely believe in clear principles, respect virtue and reward merit, and uphold the rule of the world' can be realized?"
Wu Yuan asked softly: "Have you figured out the answer, sir?"
Cui Zhang curled his lips, "It's difficult."
Wu Yuan was speechless.
Cui Chan asked with a smile: "Do you think it's nonsense?"
Wu Yuan answered honestly: "Some."
It was probably a conversation between teachers and students. They were always so candid. Cui Chan was not angry. He just glanced sideways at Wu Yuan and said regretfully: "For many things in the world, the precious thing is not the result, but the process."
Wu Yuan plucked up the courage and asked, "Sir, can you give me an example?"
Cui Chan led Wu Yuan to the large red lacquer table under the plaque in the main hall, and said: "For example, you and the daughter of Yuan Shangzhu's country are now in love, lingering, and can be happy for several days just holding hands, but when you wait
One day you will finally marry her to the matchmaker, and after getting into bed and having a fight with the gods, you will soon feel disappointed. It turns out that's all it is."
Wu Yuan bared her teeth and couldn't answer these words.
Cui Yu motioned to Wu Yuan to find a seat and sit down. He continued to stand and looked up at the plaque and said, "But will you give up the opportunity to make love with the eldest lady of the Yuan family because of this boring result? Obviously not.
Yes."
Cui Chan himself also felt that this statement was not very popular, "Then let me put it another way. For example, in cultivation, the goal of an ordinary Qi practitioner must be to reach the middle five realms. Those with more geniuses will choose to go to the upper five realms. Another example is to be an official and have little ambition.
If you are a top-notch person, it will be fine. If you have a big ambition, you can be a prince of yellow and purple. And during the long mountaineering journey, many people will keep raising their heads and staring at the scenery at the top of the mountain. The trees around them are lush and the spring flowers are blooming under their feet. They are all looking at
If you can’t see it, you won’t stop to appreciate it even if you see it, which is a waste of the saint’s sincere teachings. There is great beauty in heaven and earth but you can’t talk about it.”
Wu Yuan fell into deep thought.
Cui Chan suddenly burst out laughing, "Do you even believe this nonsense? The most meaningless thing in the world is truth."
Wu Yuan said helplessly: "In the past, I definitely would not have thought deeply about this issue, but this time my husband left the country, he first changed his 'outfit', and then came to this town to meet his old friends inexplicably. The student is really worried
I can’t eat it for sure.”
After Cui Chan laughed, he lazily leaned back on the large chair, "Having said that, this great truth is not all nonsense. Although I emphasize work over knowledge, it does not mean that knowledge does not need to be treated with care.
, To be honest, if ordinary people don’t work hard and try their best to accomplish something, they are not qualified to talk about talent or not.”
Cui Han tapped the handle of the chair with one finger, his face was calm and calm, and he smiled: "Only those who work hard will have desperate thoughts about truly talented people. At that time, they will wake up and stay."
With tears I told myself that I was really not as good as that genius."
Wu Yuan smiled and said: "In Go, all the national players in Dongbaopingzhou and Qi Daizhao must have this mentality when facing Mr."
Cui Chan twitched his lips, "But when it comes to some things, even geniuses like me, sir, will look at certain people in the same way."
Wu Yuan shook his head and said: "The students don't believe it!"
Cui Chan stretched out his finger, tapped the righteous supervisor, and said with a smile: "Master Xiao Wu, this is a clumsy use of the provoking method."
Wu Yuan laughed loudly, cupped his fists and bowed, begging for mercy: "Sir, your eyes are as bright as a torch."
From the corner of Wu Yuan's eyes, a dull boy with crystal-clear skin passed by from time to time. He was dull and dull, with empty eyes. He was sitting on a small bench next to the patio not far away. He put his hands gently on his knees and raised his head slightly.
, the posture is like sitting in a well and looking at the sky.
In fact, Wu Yuan saw him as soon as she entered the room and felt uncomfortable all over. But since the husband didn't want to take the initiative to speak, it was hard for him to ask anything.
Wu Yuan looked at the couplets on the table, took one back and looked at it carefully, then raised her head and asked, "Sir, who wrote this couplet? This man is very interesting."
Cui Yi yawned and changed to a more lazy and comfortable posture and huddled in the chair, "For the time being, it will still be called Song Jixin, but it is estimated that in a few years, it will be changed back to the one that was crossed out in the Zongren Mansion file.
Old name, Song Mu."
Wu Yuan immediately felt that this fluttering couplet was very hot.
He couldn't help but ask: "What do you want with these Spring Festival couplets, sir?"
Cui Chan said with a smile: "I'd like to give your precious senior brother some experience so that he doesn't always say that I rely on my age to be able to write better than him. Now it's better. This couplet was written by his fellow brother. I
I don’t believe what excuses he can find.”
Wu Yuan thought for a while, held back her laughter, and said softly: "For example, Song Jixin was in the countryside and had nothing to do all day long. He only focused on practicing calligraphy. So diligence can make up for his clumsiness, so his handwriting will be better?"
Cui Chan looked surprised, "Is this okay?"
Wu Yuan smiled and nodded, "Senior Brother, I can do it."
Cui Chan shook his head and said: "You can say a thousand words and ten thousand, but the beatings are still too few. The rules are always followed by sticks."
Wu Yuan put the Spring Festival couplets back on the table and said casually: "Sir, your husband must have very strict rules."
Wu Yuan has never known where his husband learned from, and he doesn't even know the general context. I'm afraid there are only a handful of people in the entire Da Li who know this.
Cui Chan suddenly sat up slightly and said, "That's wrong. Sir, what he taught me is almost the same as what I taught you. It's the same. That's why my husband taught a student like me who forgets his ancestors and forgets his roots. Well, he also deceives his teacher." Destroy the ancestors."
Wu Yuan thought she heard wrongly.
Cui Chan said calmly: "You heard that right."
Cui Zhang stretched his waist and said, "When I was studying, I was not as radical as I am now. I only dared to propose the idea of ​​'knowledge and merit, both'. The teacher rewarded me with the words 'the chief culprit of the declining world'." .”
Cui Chan sat up straighter and straighter, looking directly into the eyes of his students across from him, "Do you know what is the most irritating thing? It was my husband who interrupted me before I could finish talking about the topic. He always said Mr., who is famous for his rigorous scholarship, is not even willing to think about this problem for one day, one hour, or even one stick of incense, so he just throws those eight words at me. I have a junior brother who always asks Mr. about classics. When it comes to difficult questions, my husband must teach me carefully like a long exam every time, lest there be the slightest deviation. On one of these occasions, do you know how long my husband thought about it before giving his answer?"
Cui Chan stretched out a finger.
Wu Yuan thought as much as possible and tentatively said: "A month?"
At this moment, Grand Master Dali, who appeared as a handsome young man, had an extremely strange expression. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and crying but not crying. "Ten years."
Wu Yuan swallowed and did not dare to say another word.
Cui Han exhaled heavily and laughed at himself: "Old friends, stories, old papers, it doesn't matter anymore. What's more, if it doesn't matter, so what?"
Cui Yi stood up, put away the rare complex emotions, and said to Wu Yuan: "I asked you to come here today because I want you to meet someone. I will do something first. You go and wait at the door."
Wu Yuan stood up and left as if he had been granted amnesty.
Cui Chan walked up to the delicate-looking young man with dementia, squatted down behind him, and rubbed his chin, as if looking for flaws.
In the dusk, Wu Yuan walked into the lobby with a man wearing a bamboo hat. Only then did Cui Chan stand up and said to the two of them: "You are my friend, sit down wherever you want."
After the man sat down, he gently took off his hat, revealing a handsome but sickly pale face. He was in extremely bad spirits, as if he was seriously injured, coughing constantly, and exuding a faint smell of blood.
Wu Yuan's face was solemn: "Emperor Cui Ming of Guanhu Academy?!"
Then Wu Yuan quickly looked at her husband.
Cui Chan, Cui Minghuang. Imperial Master of Dali, Guanhu Academy.
Could it be?
Wu Yuan's scalp was numb, her heart was shaking, and she began to worry about whether she could leave the house alive.
When he kills someone, his motto is to follow the rules.
But the problem is that almost none of the Qi practitioners in the Great Li Dynasty can understand Mr.'s rules.
Even a direct disciple like Wu Yuan never dared to think that he truly understood his thoughts.
Cui Yi moved a chair to the dull boy's side, with his back to Wu Yuan and Cui Minghuang, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, one is a family member that I rarely admire, and the other is a proud disciple who is expected to inherit my mantle, so You two don’t have to guess, you can think about the bright side of things.”
To be continued...