"Destiny is called nature, spontaneity is called Tao, and cultivating the Tao is called teaching. The Tao cannot be abandoned for a moment, but it is not the Tao. Therefore, a gentleman should be careful about what he does not see, and be afraid of what he does not hear...
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It was already midnight, but on this hillside a few miles away from Yang Village, there were still clear sounds of reading.
The bright moon hung high, and although the light was not comparable to that of daylight, for Ye Cheng, as long as he could see the words on the books clearly, it was enough.
Ye Cheng is from Yangcun. These days, although there are a lot of good fields, they must belong to the landlords. For a small mountain village like Yangcun that relies on the mountains, if the villagers want to survive, they can only choose to rely on the mountains. Even if they are
In this way, most of the harvest harvested by the hunters in the village will always be taken away by the big households not far away.
Although most people in the village make a living by hunting, there are still many exceptions. Ye Cheng's father Ye Shan is like this. He is not willing to spend his whole life digging for food in the mountains. Therefore, as soon as Ye Cheng just learned to walk, Ye Shan walked out of the mountains.
, became a traveling businessman.
In the early years, Ye Shan would go home every few months and leave some money for Ye Cheng. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the rich in literature and martial arts are poor. Perhaps for these poor people, only by studying and gaining fame can they be successful.
It's the best way to get ahead.
Ye Shan himself was not willing to stay in a mountain village and be an ordinary hunter. Of course, he spared no effort in the training of his son Ye Cheng. For this reason, Ye Shan sent Ye Cheng to a private school for several years.
Ye Cheng was lucky enough to have passed the Tongsheng test at the age of fourteen. Unfortunately, there was no news from Ye Shan in the past two years and he never returned to Yangcun.
As for Ye Cheng’s mother, it seems that she has never appeared in Ye Cheng’s memory. Every time Ye Cheng asked about his mother, his father Ye Shan just shook his head helplessly, as if he didn’t want to say more, but the sadness and desolation in his father Ye Shan’s eyes
Ye Cheng could see it clearly in his eyes.
In the past two years, Ye Cheng's life has become more and more difficult because of the loss of news from his father. If it were not for his neighbors in the village who often help Ye Cheng, it is still unknown whether Ye Cheng would be alive today.
After studying hard for ten years, Ye Cheng definitely knows a lot more than other people in the village, but because of this, Ye Cheng's body is much weaker than that of ordinary villagers. If he wants to
Ye Cheng went up to the mountains to hunt like ordinary villagers, but it was too difficult for Ye Cheng.
Of course, with Ye Cheng's status as a Tongsheng, it would not be difficult to make a living if he was willing to go out of the mountains, but Ye Cheng didn't want to do this, because Ye Cheng didn't want his father to find him when he came back.
"I wonder how my father is doing now? He hasn't come back for two years. He must have been delayed by something. Although the world outside is not good, my father has been doing business for so many years. It can be said that he is very experienced. There will definitely be no problems!" Put it down!
With the book in his hand, Ye Cheng rubbed his sore neck and looked at the bright moon in the sky. Ye Cheng sighed.
Ye Cheng also knows a little about the world outside the mountains. Bandits are rampant and human lives are like grass. There is no news about his father for more than two years. It is very likely that the situation is in danger. But as long as there is a chance, Ye Cheng is not willing to give up and continue to wait.
Father returns.
"My father has always hoped that I can get a good name and stand out. No matter what happens to my father now, I will never let him down. The help my neighbors in Yangcun have given me can only be repaid after I get a good name."
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Although Ye Cheng didn't say anything about the help his neighbors gave him, he kept it in his heart. Ye Cheng had long secretly vowed in his heart that if one day he could really achieve fame, he would not say anything but guarantee that every villager would be rich.
Dagui, he must at least keep this side of peace.
The sound of reading was loud, and Ye Cheng was immersed in the world of the book again little by little.
Among the ancients, there were people who cut through the wall to steal light, but Ye Cheng thought that the ancients were too stupid. Just steal the light. Why should they cut through the wall? Even if the moonlight shines into the house after the wall is cut open,
, and how can it be better than having enough light on this hillside?
Besides, in the middle of the night, reading to the moon on this hillside is relatively quiet and will not disturb the neighbors. This is really the inevitable choice for scholars all over the world.
The only regret that Ye Cheng felt was that there were no ruined temples near Yangcun. Ye Cheng also read a lot of unofficial histories. Among those unofficial histories, it seemed that there were many scholars who would encounter ruined temples.
Aliens like fox fairies and ghosts.
There is no way to verify the authenticity of the things recorded in unofficial histories. The reason why Ye Cheng had such thoughts was just to satisfy his thirst for knowledge. He also wanted to know whether there are really ghosts and gods in this world?
"Hey, what's going on?" Ye Cheng, who was immersed in the book, was suddenly awakened, because Ye Cheng found that the book in his hand was shrouded in a layer of blood without knowing when, and the words on the book were also
Blood red, blood red, extremely weird.
Full of confusion and confusion, Ye Cheng looked around. It was a good thing he hadn't paid attention before. But when he looked at it, Ye Cheng was startled, because Ye Cheng suddenly realized that it was not just the book in his hand, but also the surroundings.
Everything was shrouded in a thick layer of blood.
Ye Cheng didn't know exactly how much area the blood light covered. He only knew that the blood light was all that entered his eyes. This blood light was almost everywhere and omnipresent.
With a face full of astonishment, Ye Cheng put away the book in his hand, stood up, and looked up at the sky.
In the sky, the bright moon is still there, but at this time, the bright moon has completely turned into a blood moon. The moonlight he shines can no longer be said to be moonlight, but the rich and almost substantial blood light, which seems to be that
The blood moon is the source of blood light between heaven and earth.
"When the blood moon comes to the world, there will be a great disaster!" Ye Cheng suddenly remembered this sentence recorded in an unofficial history he had read.
In the past, Ye Cheng just laughed at the theory of blood moon. He did not believe that blood moon would appear in this world, but now, when the blood moon really appeared in front of his eyes, Ye Cheng had already
I have to believe it.
The blood moon has appeared, will disaster really happen?
"At this moment, most of the folks in Yang Village should be sleeping soundly. If a disaster really strikes, how should they face it? There are some things that I would rather believe than not, so I'd better hurry up first.
Go back to the village and inform the villagers, no matter whether the disaster will really happen or not, at least you can be prepared first!"
Ye Cheng found the right direction and stumbled towards Yangcun.